"Guys be quiet! What if Y/N hears you!" Bellamy whispered, watching his surroundings with complete attention. Clarke scoffed and looked at Bellmay, humour flickering in her eyes.
"You, my friend, need to calm down. We all know what we're doing here." The blonde smirked, chuckling when he glared at her before a twig snapping made his eyes go wide and his body turn.
At first Bellamy just needed some slight assistance planning a surprise date for himself and Y/N. But of course with Clarke and Octavia he was never going to get just some slight assistance. They had collected pretty much everyone else, Raven, Lincoln, Monty, Jasper, Monroe, Harper, Miller. Everyone. And now the plan to just have a cute little date away from camp had expanded and now its was going to be a public display of affection. Bellamy gagged at the thought and growled as they all giggled. Yes, all of them. Even Lincoln, Bellamy reminding himself to give him shit later for it too.
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When the night rolled around Bellamy felt sweat collect on his brow, despite the shiver of the dark. He saw you on the edge of camp laughing with Clarke and he smiled softly. You were beautiful, your hair glinting, your eyes shining and your skin glowing. It made Bellamy sway and thank the stars he had you.
He called your name, it flitting with ease out of his lips, it greeting you with a kiss. You said bye to Clarke and walked over to him, grinning as he smiled.
"Babe," You greeted, standing on your tip toes to quickly peck his lips. He chuckled and threw an arm over your shoulders.
"I've got something to show you." He whispered, trying to calm his heart rate to a normal speed. He led you to a more open area of camp where all members of the hundred stood in a line holding a slip of paper or a rose.
You looked at Bellamy in confusion before he blushed slightly, nodding for you to go forward. You walked towards Harper who held a rose out to you. You nodding in thanks before continuing in a line, grabbing paper and roses from everyone. By the end your arms were full and Bellamy took some roses from you.
"Follow me." he whispered in his ear, his gravelly voice drawing you in, like a moth to a flame.
You two walked away from camp, you with many slips of paper and Bellamy with a large bunch of roses, struggling to walk through the woods, twigs and branches scratching you both. But as he showed you to a clearing, a view worthy of royalty you froze, not caring about the stinging all over your body.
The stars in the sky were scattered and bright, lighting the pond in front of you. It was small but it danced with moonlight.
"Come sit with me." Bellamy beckoned as he stripped to his boxers before sitting in the pond, reminding you of a large bathtub. He placed the roses on a ledge beside him and you did the same with the slips of paper as you joined him.
"You should read them." He blushed, motioning towards the stack of paper. You cocked your head but took the top slip.
'I love you because... you make me smile'
After that one you went through the pile, Bellamy's blush getting redder and redder as your smile got bigger and bigger.
'I love you because... you love me'
'I love you because... you are caring'
'I love you because... you're as sarcastic as I am.'
This continued until the last piece of paper.
'I love you because... you're you'
When you looked up from his scrawled handwriting he was looking away from you.
"Bellamy this is-" He cut you off with a scowl.
"The cheesiest thing ever, it was Clarke's idea. I know it's bad but it's true." He whispered, looking into your eyes.
"I was going to say the cutest. But sure." You grinned, leaning in to taste his lips. He smiled into the kiss and trailed his hand up your thigh.
Pulling away you smirked.
"Are we alone?" You whispered huskily in his ear, grinning when he shivered, nodding vigorously.
"All night babe." He whimpered. You bit his ear.
"Well, let's make it count."
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