Bruised & Broken (Bellarke Edition)

Chapter 11

Bellamy laid there awhile, thinking about Clarke, thinking about what could be and if it was a chance he wanted to take, he could hear her across the hallway, it sounded like she was talking to someone, her voice growing louder.

"Bellamy please, Cage I'll do anything you want , just let him go"

He heard that loud and clear, he hurried into her room, not bothering to knock. She was laying in bed, her arms moving around. Her sleep obviously overrun by nightmares, tears were streaming down her face. He shook her lightly, speaking low, trying to pull her from sleep.

"I'm right here Clarke, you are okay" he whispered.

"Bellamy, whatever happens, just know, I love you"

He froze, his eyes searching her face for any movement. She was still asleep. He shook his head as if it would free him from his thoughts. He sat there a second watching her, It seemed that peaceful sleep overtook her. He stood heading for the shower.
Clarke woke up scared to death. She took in her surroundings quickly, once she saw she was home, she relaxed a little. She could hear the shower running, knowing Octavia only takes showers in the morning, which meant it had to be Bellamy, the one place she felt safe was free at the moment. Her feet hit the floor and led her to his room. She climbed into his bed sinking down under the covers, letting his scent envelope her. She fell asleep long before he was done in the shower.

He got dried off and found a pair of boxers before heading to his bed. He slid into bed hitting something..someone...it made him jump back turning the light on the nightstand on.

'My Princess' he smiled at the sight of her, he switched the light off and slid in next to her, she turned wrapping her arm around his stomach, her bare legs tangling in his. His mouth suddenly dry.

'She will be the death of me' He kissed the top of her head falling into a deep sleep alongside her.

He woke up to the feel of someone half laying on top of him, their breath on his neck, his vision coming into focus seeing blonde curls draped over his arm.

He sighed wrapping his arms around her, pulling her tighter to him. A soft moan escaping her lips, drawing a smirk from his. He felt her start to wake, her eyes met his they didn't speak just laid there looking at each other. He noticed a blush hit her cheeks.

"What?" His voice was low and hoarse.

"Thank you, for sharing your bed, I wasn't sleeping to well, this is the only place I feel safe sometimes"

"Don't thank me, that's what I'm here for" he answered.

She watched his face intently, her bare leg moving up his legs, his breathing changing slightly. She slid it back down allowing her hand to run over his abs resting at the top of his boxers. He closed his eyes, not sure if he was dreaming, knowing he was dangerously close to crossing the line. She ran her index finger just under the elastic of the boxers. She couldn't help but smile, he was beyond handsome. If she didn't know she was torturing him, watching him hold his breath was clue enough. She brought her leg back up, feeling his body react to her. She raised her leg higher, hearing him let out a shaky breath. She pushed herself up, assisting her in a smooth transition to straddling him. His eyes flew open meeting hers. His hard and noticeable excitement resting against her thigh. His eyes burned for her and she was at the verge of losing control of the situation. She slid forward enough to grab the hair tie off the nightstand, he let out a low moan.

"God Clarke, you need to stop moving around" His hands moved to the top of her thighs, holding her still as he watched her put her hair up. She smirked at him, sliding forward a small amount, far enough where he could feel her heat through there clothes. He groaned.