An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Kids Say The Darndest Things

5 years old, after watching Cinderella: Clarke, I'm gonna marry you

8 years old, after a family friends wedding: Clarke, I'm gonna marry you

12 years old, watching a wedding on tv: Bellamy, are you still going to marry me?
"Of course."

16 years old after Bellamy took a girl on a date: it's okay, Clarke, my brothers gonna marry you

"I can't believe we're graduating, Clarke," Bellamy's bright smile was inches from my face. "We're actually going to have to grow up now," he laughed.

"You'll never grow up, Bellamy," I giggled. "Best friends for what, 20 years, huh? I can't believe it."

"Well, when our mom's met, apparently you cried so I threw a bottle at you. I think that's how most friendships should start," Bellamy's deep laugh filled my ears.

"I think I should throw a bottle at you now," I chuckled. Sighing I laid back in his truck bed, staring at the stars. "Things are so different now," I said quietly. "Sometimes I think being a kid was a better time."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, no bills, no real drama, no responsibilities."

"Speak for yourself," Bellamy grumbled. "I always had a responsibility.

"Oh, like what? Making sure you always got mud on my favorite dresses?"

"You got mud on your own dresses," he chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I was a knight, remember? I had to keep the princess safe from dragons. That's a big responsibility!"

"You did a very good job slaying the dragons," I smiled. "But if I remember correctly, you became a king."

"Ah, I did, didn't I? I got to be king after I killed a hundred dragons."

"You were a good king, except for always making Jasper be our jester."

Bellamy burst out laughing at the memories. "He was a good jester!"

"We're going to separate."

"We're going to work at different places, yes. But, only an hour away from each other. We could always live in between our jobs, be neighbors."

I smiled. "It would be nice, huh. We've been neighbors for 20 years."

"Remember spin the bottle?"

My cheeks reddened at the memory of Bellamy and I in his basement closet. "Of course I do. You attacked my face, it was gross."

"Oh that's horse shit and you know it," he sat up straight. "You attacked ME and it was not gross. I am a damn good kisser."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, sure. Here's a tip, don't eat the girls face." Laughter bubbled up at the look on his face. Tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"Okay, whatever. You enjoyed it. How about this, the next time you dance with someone, don't crush their toes."

"It was my first time wearing heels! And you can't lead or I wouldn't have stepped on your toes!"

"Oh you brat. Fine. You're wearing heels right now, pick a song."

"What?"

"Let's go. Let's see if you can dance without crushing someone's toes."

"Fine," I said, reaching for my phone. I picked a slow song on my phone and stood in front of Bellamy, my nerves suddenly going insane.

Bellamy's hot hands gripped my waist, his skin burning my skin where my shirt had ridden up. I put my hands on his shoulders, hoping my hands weren't sweating. We starting moving slowly, moving in a small circle, swaying to the music.

"See? No toe-crushing."

Bellamy's eyes lit up and he let go, grabbing my hand. "Let's see," he said and spun me around.

I laughed as we continued, spinning to the music. As the song ended he dipped me, his brown eyes shining in the moonlight.

My laughter died as I looked into his eyes. "I told you I wouldn't crush your toes."

He pulled me back up to a standing position and smiled. "Okay, fine. Maybe you got better at dancing."

"Well, that's one thing to cross off the list I guess. I can dance. I bet you still attack people's face and try to eat it though. Oh. I'm going to call you zombie from now on." I jumped up on the truck bed, letting my feet dangle.

"I did not attack you, we established this also I didn't eat your face. I was fifteen, I hadn't kissed anyone on the lips before and I was just trying to copy tv."

"Well unless you were watching a zombie show I don't know how you thought you were copying the tv," I laughed, my stomach hurting.

"Fine! Kiss me." Bellamy stepped between my legs.

My laughter stopped and heart sped up so fast I thought I may pass out. "Uhm, no. I do not want you to eat my fac-"

Bellamy's soft lips smashed against mine, instantly shutting me up. I froze, too afraid to move and make him stop. Bellamy moved his lips against mine and I couldn't stop myself, I moaned loudly, wrapping my arms and legs around him. His tongue swept in my mouth as I knotted my fingers into his dark shaggy curls. Bellamy had lit a fire in my veins.

He gripped my hips and turned my body, climbing up onto the truck bed with me. His lips never left mine as he laid on top of me, holding the majority of his weight on his arm.

I unhooked my hands from his hair and slid them up under his shirt, my fingers tracing every line of his muscles. Bellamy moaned into my mouth and that only added fuel to the fire inside of me. I reached lower and starting unbuttoning his jeans.

"Clarke," Bellamy panted, pulling himself from my lips. "Clarke I, I"

"Bellamy," I whispered, my breaths ragged with need. "I want this. Please."

His chocolate eyes searched my blue ones and he nodded. I sat up and removed my shirt, my heart pounding.

Bellamy eased me onto my back once more and kissed my jaw, moving lower and lower leaving a trail of fiery kisses on my skin.

"Are you okay?" Bellamy asked me as our breathing evened out.

I giggled. "I'm more than okay." Bellamy had taken his time and given me more pleasure than I'd ever had in my entire life. We had taken a couple of hours to finally be done with each other.

Bellamy tightened his arms around my body, our sweaty skin pressed together. "Clarke, I'm gonna marry you."