My Brave Rebel: Book One (Bellarke)

Part 42

CLARKE:

At school on the Ark, we learned about marriage and how they used to do it on earth 100 years ago. Some say it was a beautiful thing, a way of expressing themselves and the love they share by making the day exactly like you want it. Others say it was a waste of money and time. A celebration didn't make them more married. On the Ark, marriage was different. The typical tradition was were you find the person you want to spend your whole life with and then you give him/her something of yours,something that means a lot to you, something you can bear, to sigalize that they belong to you. Then the board filed you as husband and wife. It sounds really boring, I know, but there was something about it that made sense. Like you gave a part of yourself to the person you loved the most. We hadn't figured out this whole marriage thing yet, and sense we were the first people to get on earth since the be clear apocalypse, we figured we should start our own tradition and do it our way. So I guess it was safe to say that we had absolutely nothing ready yet. But we had time, and there was no rush.

Bellamy and I decided not to tell anyone. Not yet, anyways. Although I'm sure people will notice the change in the atmosphere between us. The glances we shared and the disapperings of us both. Then, before they knew it, we were back doing our jobs like we'd been there all along. We still didn't lose the control though. People listen and didn't dare to question us.

One time, this guy named Hector, as Bellamy why he didn't just get rid of me already, considering he thought I was unnecessary to the camp and a burden for the leadership. Let me just say, that he'll regret the question for a long time. His job made a crackling sound and he went in pain as Bellamy's fists flew through the air. People glared with wide eyes and suddenly start working faster and more effectively than ever. Ironic how I ended up being the one holding a cold cloth against Hector's job, because, you know, it was my "unnecessary" job.

I was in the water tent Octavia soundly walked in, with the pleasant grin on her face. 

"So," she started, looking at me like she knew all my secrets. "You worked out?"

She need me to answer because she already knew we had when she caught me leaving Bellamy's tent late last night. She had the habit of going to bed really late. Maybe Everlast. I don't know why, she just keeps saying she likes the dark better than the light. Whatever that means.

"Yep." I said, as I felt my blush tensify for every second passing.

"Am I good or AM I GOOD?" She said, taking all the credit for us being back on track. I rolled my eyes and laughed truly happily. Happy, I mean.

"I believe you are the only person he has really, truly love, besides me and Mom." She said, with a smile.

"Thank you, Octavia, for pointing that out. I'm sure it means way more to Clarke when it comes from you instead of me." Bellamy said from the tent opening. Octavia had a horrified look on her face. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth shut closed. I hear her swear under her breath. "Shit."

I couldn't help smiling as I tried to suppress a laugh. Keyword; tried. Bellamy stared Angela Lee at Octavia and she murmured a quiet "sorry" before she passed him and left the tent. I Swift my eyes toward Bellamy, my smile not fading the slightest as they met his. The quiet opposite actually it only grew wider and he couldn't help smiling back at me. He closed the tent opening after he stepped fully inside.

"Hello Princess."

"Hi." I said, almost like a whisper, feeling out of breath by the sight of him.

"I missed you." He said as he walked closer, piercing his eyes and mine, looking through them and into my soul. I swear to God, he really did. I was actually scared of the fact he would see so much of me, without me even showing anything. I rolled my eyes.

"What are you talking about? You saw me last night!" I said, smiling foolishly at him.

"To long ago," he stated, smiling widely back at me, as he grabbed my waist, pulling me close. It sent shivers down my spine. I loved it. He made me feel so alive. I threw my hands around his neck pulling him down as I reached up on my tiptoes. I met his lips gently at first then I dared him to go harder by pulling his lower lip with both of mine. I didn't have to ask twice. We made out, tougher and more passionately then by the river. Lips crashing. Hands running breath taking and rubbing our bodies against each other, making both of us crazy.

"we can't do this here." I whispered against his lips, as I realized anyone could walk in any minute.

"You decide to tell me that that now?" He said, humoristic through gritted teeth as he made a big point of rubbing his pants covered erection against me.

"Ah, shit!" I definitely just walked into the wrong tent." Someone suddenly said amused from the tent opening.

Just our luck.