Skyfall ☾Flarke AU [SLOW UPDATES]

20; the thought of us forever is one that won't ever go away

[ A/N: Hey guys! Before this chapter begins, I have a few things to say so please do not skip this. At some point in this part, there will have some mature content. I did my best to stay as brief as possible, but if it makes you uncomfortable, you're welcome to skip it. I usually never put this sort of content in my fanfictions, but for this time, I had to. Also, this chapter is extremely long because I couldn't split it anywhere without ruining the "ambiance", and also because it's chapter 20, I thought we could've celebrated it ;) that's all I had to say, so happy reading! ]

Monday, 8:52 AM

A few seconds after Finn had walked into her room to get the equipment, he heard footsteps getting closer only to realize they belonged to Clarke. For a few seconds, he remained concerned about why she had followed after him even though he had told her he would meet her downstairs.

As he looked at her with confused eyes, she lowered her own to the floor. "We didn't get to finish our conversation, earlier." She paused, and then looked back at him. "In the cupboard, I mean."

Finn felt his cheeks warm up a little, letting his mind think back about their second kiss. "Well, I-I guess we were busy with... something else..." he said, his gaze trailing all over her features but avoiding her blue eyes.

Clarke blushed and desperately tried to fight back the urge to smile. "After that, I mean... you were about to say something, but then Wells came in." She paused, their eyes finally locking. "What was it?"

He gulped and looked back to the small bag on her bed which contained the equipment, feeling embrassement overwhelming his entire body. "Wh-why don't you come sit here so I can do my job?"

With a sigh, the blonde slowly made her way to the bed and sat down, positioning herself closer to the center. As soon as Finn imitated her and sat across her on the quilt, she tried looking for his eyes as he was getting the needle ready. "Finn, we... we can't just keep pretending there's nothing between us..."

Silence and awkwardness dived in for a while, until Finn gently closed his fingers around her arm and pulled her forward so she could sit closer to him. Their eyes locked another time, but Clarke quickly glanced down to her crossed legs. She didn't know what this silence meant for him, but she didn't really like it. Did this mean the embraces they had shared meant nothing to him?

"You'll have to guide me through the whole thing, okay?" He muttered as he placed one of his hands to cover part of her forehead, the other holding up the needle with the twine.

Without looking at him, Clarke slowly nodded, trying to wash out the disappointment across her face. She felt slightly betrayed; but maybe she was the problem, and that maybe she had put too many thoughts in their kisses. She didn't really know Finn other than a few things, who knew, maybe he had done this a lot of time before with other girls, and mayb–

"Ouch!" She yelled as soon as she felt the needle piercing her skin. She had totally not expected it to happen so soon, she had actually not even realized he was about to do it.

"Shit, I'm sorry, y-you okay?" Finn asked, concern in his voice. He didn't want to hurt her, and he was scared maybe he did the wrong thing...

"Y-yeah I'm... I'm fine... just keep going." A wince seemed to be stuck onto her face, but as the minutes went by, she managed to wash it off. It was painful and she had to hold on tight to the quilt, but not as painful than thinking what she was feeling for the boy she had fallen so quickly for was probably not reciprocal.

The boy looked at her, noticing the evident hurt covering her features. He hated to see her like this and wanted to talk, but whenever he was about to open his mouth to say something, his heart clenched and stomach contracted. He waited a few more seconds before finally convincing himself to speak, and then let his lungs fill with fresh air. "It... it would be needless to say that..." he paused, swallowing back his nervousness. "That... that I love you." The words quickly flowed out of his mouth, immediately regretting having said them. He meant all of them, but he feared her reaction more than anything else. Would she hate him for saying it so early?