Hope

Chapter 5

We both lost every sense of time while we were hugging, holding each others hands and of course kissing. His lips are so soft, softer than I could ever imagine.
The forest got darker and the sun was on her way down. “We have to go or they’ll send out a search partie for us.” Bellamy was joking around. “You’re right”, I mumbled. He had his hand on my waist and pulled me in closer one last time before we would go home. This kiss wasn’t only a kiss, it was a promise for more.
Our walk home was silent. No one would dare to speak and break the thoughts of the other one. Bellamy was holding my hand but it felt different to our time on the lake. I wasn’t ready to face our people, who would judge and condemn us. I was tired of making everything the right way. I wanted to live my life to it’s fullest.
I stopped walking as we were only 200 meters away from camp. “I don’t want to go back”, I wined. Bellamy squeezed my hand. “I know, princess. But we can’t stay away forever.” He smiled and pulled a curl of my blond hair behind my ear.
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him gently. His hands were laying on my back, rubbing it lightly.
His hand found mine and we were ready to go the last meters to the camp.
As we walked closer we heard music play and people were talking loudly. “The party”, said Bellamy a little shocked and squeezed my hand. Some fun might be good for all of us, besides when they’re all drunk no one would notice that Bellamy and I were a thing now.
I smiled at him. “Want a little fun, Blake?”, I joked and took him with me inside the camp.

A while later, we both had a drink in our hand, but Bellamy wouldn’t let go of my hand. I mean I am his and I would not do anything stupid on this party, will I?
We watched all the drunken and happy kids dance in the middle of Arkadia. The older people were sitting next to the fire. They were also more or less drunk. Because of that no one bothered us. I wished by myself, that it would never be different.

After two drinks, with the third in hand, I was a little drunk. Bellamy had, I think, only one drink. I kissed him and in a feeling of drunkenness I whispered to him: “You want to have a little more fun?” My flirty try was so pathetic. I felt so ashamed.
I took his hand and we walked to my room. “What do you want to do, Clarke?”, asked Bellamy in disbelief as I slipped out of my shirt. “Have fun”, I mumbled tipsy. He laid his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him.
“If you're looking for someone to talk you down, tell you that you're just drunk and not thinking straight, I'm not that guy.“ I tried to look him straight in the eyes.
„Good.“, I replied and kissed him. He replied the kiss and pulled my body closer to his. He grabbed my waist, lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his hip.
He stepped forward and pressed me against the wall, kissing my lips, my neck and further down to my breast. He carried me to the bed, laid me down softly and himself on me.
The night went on and we were too.