Promise

Chapter 21

Bellamy didn't know what to do, Clarke was furious, he had never seen her like this before. She continued walking back and forward from the wardrobe to the bed, clothes in her arms before she shoved them into the bags.

But the thing is, she was emptying his side of the wardrobe. She was packing his bags.

He didn't even know if he wanted to interfere, seeing her hurt and angry broke his heart, but he had to do something, she needed to be calmed down and he couldn't just leave her.

He took a deep breath before he slowly walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Clarke's head shot towards him. The rage in her eyes was hard to miss, he suddenly felt scared.

"Clarke," he said ever so slightly. She was watching him but her hands were still fumbling with clothes. Quickly, she put the clothes into a bag and then zipped it up before she lobbed them all towards him. She sat them down just in front of him.

"All your stuff is in there, if you need anything else, take it, but then you need to leave," she said harshly before she turned around and went into the bathroom.

Bellamy couldn't speak, she was hurting because he had to leave and she was taking it out on him even though he didn't have much of a choice.

Bellamy finally peeled his eyes from the bathroom door and he looked at the bags she had left at his feet. There were four medium sized bags, he had no idea how she carried them all towards him in one go. Maybe she kicked two, he thought to himself. She seemed angry enough to do so.

All of a sudden he heard the shower turn on and he knew that she was trying to get him to leave the bedroom. She didn't want to see him when she came out.

But he wouldn't stand for that. Kicking off his shoes, he stepped around the bags and pulled off his jacket and his sword before he opened the bathroom door. This was the only choice she had given him and he was planning to take advantage of it.

He located the shower and without thinking, he strode towards it. Clarke had her bare back facing him, again, she had no idea he was there so it was easier for him to get to her without protest.

Her eyes widened when he pushed her up against the shower wall and crashed his lips onto hers, the water now drenching Bellamy in his clothes, but he didn't care.

Clarke didn't respond to his kiss, but she didn't pull away so he just kept kissing her. He put his arms around her small waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again," he said in between kisses.

Then, she kissed him back. She put her arms around his neck as she opened her mouth to allow him entrance. They'd only been fighting for about 12 hours but it felt like they'd gone years without kissing each other.

Clarke moaned into Bellamy's mouth when one of his hands reached up and grouped at her breasts. The sensation sent a hot flush through her body, and she throbbed where she wanted him most.

"Bellamy, please," she breathed into his mouth, needing to feel more of him touching her. "I need you."

Clarke's hand made the way down to the rim of his shirt and she pulled it over his head as he kissed his way down her chest. She scratched her way over his taut back muscles while he feasted on her breasts.

Clarke was getting water in her eyes, she had had enough of this shower.

"Bellamy. Bed. Now," she demanded and Bellamy's movements came to an abrupt stop.

"But you-"

"Can wait, i need you, now."

A/N *It gets a bit smutty here, so if you aren't a fan of smut, pick up at the next bold note.*