Ark Academy

All I Ever Need

BELLAMYS POV

We kissed. We actually kissed.

Right now, as I sit on the couch and watch her sleep next to me, I realize how much I need this girl.

"You have a habit of watching me," she murmurs, opening her ocean eyes slowly. I nod in agreement and pull her chi up so I can kiss her again.

It was a slow, soft kiss, and it was so great, but she pulled away only after two seconds.

"Bell," she starts. "I don't want us to confuse ourselves." My eyebrows furrow.

"What?"

"What is this?" She asks, her fingers gesturing the two of us. "What are we?"

It takes a minute for me to answer, and no I didn't hesitate, but I was figuring out the best way to get this girl to be my girlfriend. "Whatever you want us to be," I answer and her lips tilt upwards in a smile. "But for the record, I'd rather be exclusive," I clarify with a smirk.

"Yeah?" Her face is so relieved right now, I want to kiss her so badly.

"Yeah," I kiss her forehead. She grabs my chin and pulls my face down to her lips so she can finally kiss me where I want her to.

The heat radiating off of our bodies is enough to keep us warm for months. "So," I pull away and her face drops in disappointment. I peck the grimace off of her face one more time before I ask her the golden question. "Clarke Griffin, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Mhm," she nods, biting on her lip. She pulls herself up off of the couch and readjusts position so she's straddling me. She wraps her arms around me and starts nibbling and sucking on my neck, my hands going instantly into her silky hair.

A door slams. "Woah!" Octavia covers her eyes and Clarke jumps off of me. "Nah, I'm just kidding," Octavia laughs. "You guys can make out all you want. I've been rooting for you to happen for a while now," she sighs in content and walks to the fridge. "Where's the pizza?"

"Bellamy dropped it," Clarke blushes, remembering our moment in the kitchen and I pull her back down into the couch by my side.

"Bell!" O whines. "Why does the world hate me?" she huffs.

"I'm sorry, O," I apologize, working my fingers through Clarke's hair.

"You guys are making me feel lonely. I'm going to head over to Lincoln's for a while," Octavia tries to sneak out.

"At 3:30 in the morning? I don't think so," I try to stop her but she's out of the house before I could finish.

I sigh in exhaustion.

"Come on, lets just go to sleep," Clarke suggests, taking me by the hand and pulling me into the bedroom.

We roll underneath the covers easily and she falls asleep before I do. Spooning is nothing we haven't done before, but it feels so much better now that we're together. It's like I don't have to feel guilty about staring at her or touching her.

She's all mine, now.