CLARKES POV
"Princess," a voice whispers, waking me up. My eyes slowly open and I look up to a very tired Bellamy.
I smile and force a yawn as I stretch my arms. Bellamy's arm, like last night, remains around my waist with a tight grip. My eyebrows furrow when I realize that it's not light outside. I look at the alarm clock next to Bellamy's bed and find out that it's only 2:35 am.
"Bell, why on Earth did you wake me up at this ungodly hour?" I groan and he works his fingers through his hair.
"I need to get up, I'm hungry," he answers and gets up, leaving me alone in bed.
"Oooo, me too," I follow him into the kitchen. He takes out a frozen pizza and preheats the oven. "Yum," I lick my lips.
When the pizza is warmed up, I go to take it out of the oven.
"Ow," I hiss at my burned finger that was accidentally exposed to the scolding pizza. The reddish-purple mark shingling in all its beauty.
"So clumsy," Bellamy chuckles and guides my finger to the sink, lining his body behind mine. Literally pressing his body against mine against the kitchen counter.
Holy shit.
The pressure of his body overwhelms my senses and I suddenly forget about my finger. Tension fills the room and it's impossible to not notice.
"Better?" Bellamy asks in his hoarse deep voice, my finger still underneath the pouring sink.
"Uh-huh," I answer, my voice not coming out as impervious as I wish it were.
I turn around and he tightens his hands on my waist, keeping me in place. My face drops in shock as I discover that Bellamy is just as affected as I am, his eyes coated with lust.
He leans down and gathers me in a passionate kiss. I hesitantly find it in myself to kiss him back, resting my hands on his firm chest. The slow kiss turns desperate when Bellamy pushes the pizza off of the counter. He wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up, laying me down right where the pizza was. His lips find my neck and suck, my hands curling into fists on his shirt. I feel a burning sensation where his lips are, guaranteeing that there will be marks there tomorrow.
"Bell," I moan, gripping onto his back as he kisses down my neck, exploring every part of my body that his shirt isn't covering.
"Mhm," he travels back to my face, biting down on my lower lip.
He pulls away, a bright smile shining across his face and my face instantly reciprocates the expression.
"Wow, Griffin," he sighs, staring back down at my lips with lust.
"You dropped the pizza," I laugh, pointing at the splattered pizza laying on his kitchen floor and we both start laugh together. He grands my waist and takes me off of the counter to place me back on the floor. He pecks my head in a brief kiss.
"I dropped the pizza," he pinches the bridge of his nose. "At least we have the popcorn and ice cream, right?"
"Hmm," I smile and grab the popcorn from his hands.
A/N:
short, but eventful:)
bellarke is literally my life omg 😭😍
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