The 100 Imagines

Untitled - B e l l a m y

(Ahh another Bellamy imagine :)

You had been sitting in Bellamy's tent for most of the day, waiting for him to return. You woke up after Bellamy had already left, but you didn't mind; you enjoyed your sleep.

While you had waited, you had organized all of the crap he had stacked up on top of the makeshift table set up in his tent. He was one of the few who get a tent to himself, well it was himself until you came along.

As you were throwing the random pieces of rock he kept on his table onto his bed, the flap of the tent was thrown open, causing you to jump, throwing the rest of the rocks you held in your hand across the tent.

"What are you doing?" Bellamy chuckled, watching you as you scrambled to pick up the rocks that landed everywhere but near you.

You shot him a glare as you found the last one, you hoped, "Well, you left early this morning and I didn't really want to have to do anything so I stayed in here. But, you decided to take forever to get back here, so I wanted to organize this mess." You waved your hand over the table which was worse off than when you had started.

"It looks terrible." Bellamy stated bluntly, slinging his bag off of his shoulder and onto the floor beside the table.

You stuck your tongue out and crossed your arms, "Then you do it."

Bellamy laughed, throwing his head back, "I don't mess with it because it was organized. At least to me. I knew where everything was."

He smiled, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours before heading for the pile of clothes he had collected.

You smiled softly as he took off his bloody shirt from hunting and threw it into the pile of both of your clothes that needed to be washed. He leaned down picking up a cleaner shirt from the pile.

Your eyes had been glued to his back muscles, mesmerized by the way they flexed under his skin. When he turned around to face you, your eyes went wide.

On the right side of his abdomen was a large gash, that was bleeding.

"Bellamy!" You shouted, rushing towards him, your hands putting pressure on the wound.

He flinched slightly and lifted one of your hands from his body, "Y'know just because I was gone most of the day doesn't mean I want to come back and be groped." He smirked and attempted to kiss you but you shook your head.

"Bellamy, you need Clarke to look at this." You stated, lifting your now bloody hand from his wound. You kept your eyes away from your hand, not wanting to see how much of his blood was on you.

"Y/N, it's fine! I've definitely dealt with stuff worse than this before. Besides, I already talked to Clarke, she said to just keep it covered." You could tell he was lying, but you were too focused on
Bellamy's blood covering your hand.

Bellamy quickly grabbed the shirt he had just taken off and used it to wipe the blood from your hand.

Once it was mostly gone, he threw on the clean shirt and held both of your hands, leaning down so his forehead was pressed against yours.

"I'm fine, okay?" He smirked, running his tongue over his lips.

"Okay." You nodded, pressing your lips against his.

"Now you have to help me fix this mess." Bellamy laughed, looking at the table as if planning how he would go through it all.
A small smirk placed itself on your lips, as you shook your head, "I'm not touching that table ever again."

Bellamy had already began going through the mess, he glanced over his shoulder at you and shook his head, "Good."

You sat down on the bed beside the table and crossed your legs, watching Bellamy go through his stuff. Watching him focus and organize the objects on the table was entrancing.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you watched him clench his jaw and bite his lip, thinking through each object.

"Are you going to stare at me the whole time?" Bellamy questioned, licking his lips as he watched you from the corner of his eyes.

"Do you have a problem with that?" You challenged, cocking your head to the side.

"Not at all." He smiled, turning his focus back onto the objects before him.

You stretched your arms above your head and laid back, studying the ceiling of the tent, your eyes scanning over each ridge.

You heard Bellamy move away from the table and towards the other side of the tent and a small crack. You sat up quickly, fear that Bellamy broke a bone filling your veins.

When your eyes landed on a laughing Bellamy holding a twig, rage quickly replaced the fear.

"You idiot!" You yelled, throwing a rock at him.

He had been laughing so hard, he had to grip his abdomen, "You're too gullible." He smiled, his eyebrow raising slightly. A shiver ran down your back as you glared at Bellamy, he knew that was your weakness.

"I'm sorry I care about you." You turned your head away from him, ignoring his pleads of laughter.

Bellamy sat beside you and grabbed your chin, pulling your face to meet his, as he pushed his lips onto yours, and you couldn't help but respond. When he felt your response, he pushed more, carrying the kiss to pure passion.

You began to laugh against Bellamy's lips, making him pull away from you with a raised eyebrow.

"Your...hair...was...tickling my ear." You tried to regain your breath but couldn't stop laughing.

Bellamy hung his head, his hand covering his mouth as he grinned with amusement.

"You're too cute."

Your cheeks turned crimson, as you shoved his shoulder playfully and ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead.

You giggled at his face expression and nodded at him, "I haven't seen your forehead since the first day we came down here." You joked, placing your hand behind his neck, pulling his lips down to yours.

The kiss became heated, as he pushed you back, making you lay on your back. Your arms wrapped around his neck as your legs entwined with his.

"Y/N! Bellamy!" Octavia called, bursting into your tent loudly, "Oh shit, sorry." She called, making a hasty exit.

You covered your face as Bellamy began chuckling, "C'mon, we'll continue later." Bellamy smirked, pressing a final kiss to your lips as he stood and exited the tent, you not far behind.