At last

Chapter fourty three

Clarke's point of view

All of the climbing and crawling required to get to Bellamy's secret place had made me glad that I had deemed my leg healed enough to start walking without the crutches again.
The destination, though, had definitely been worth it.
"Oh my God," I breathed in wonder, taking in the scene.
The room was big, not as big as the main room of the bunker but around the size of the main room in Medical. The walls were decorated with vines here and there from small cracks in the cement. A carpet of blankets were arranged to our left, with two metal cups and a bottle of whiskey that had already been opened placed on top. Slightly to the right were a few pillows, and to the far right was an old record player. The whole room was decorated with candles that casted a warm, flickering glow over the scene.
"I spent damn near all day putting this together. I hope you like it," Bellamy's deep voice snapped me out of my awed trance.
"I love it," I replied, a wide smile on my face. I finally drew my eyes away from the setup to look at him. "Where did you find all of this?"
"Supply closets, and the room that I slept in last night," he answered, a smirk on his face.
I gave him a playfully scolding look, "I'm going to tell Octavia that you stole all of this stuff."
His voice rose indignantly, "Hey! It's still in the bunker, so technically I didn't steal it! We're leaving this place soon anyways." He huffed, pouting, "I did all of this for you and this is the thanks I get?"
I acted surprised, grinning, "You did this for me?"
Bellamy rolled his eyes sarcastically, "No, I did it for my sister." I could see a hint of blush on his cheeks as he ducked his head shyly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Of course I did it for you," he murmured.
My heart swelled and I stepped closer to him. I placed my hand on his cheek and leaned up, planting a soft kiss on his jaw like I did so long ago. I pulled away a little to smile at his surprised expression, my hand still on his cheek, "Thank you."
He visibly swallowed, nodding.
I turned away, walking over to the blankets. Taking in the blankets' contents, I cast my gaze at him as I sat down on the blankets, my back against the cold wall. "Whiskey?"
He shrugged, "I couldn't dig up any food, so I made up for it with alcohol."
"The best kind of sustenance," I chuckled.
"Damn right. Oh, let me get you a pillow. The floor can be... uncomfortable." He made his way over to the pillows before stopping, obviously thinking of something. "Which reminds me. While I was digging through the supply closets earlier, I found something that I thought you might like."
I sat up straighter, curious. "Oh?"
He crouched beside the collection of pillows, pulling one upwards on its side so I couldn't see what he had just uncovered. "I know how you always kept your sketchbook in the rover, and seeing as someone stole it..."
I shook my head slowly, my excitement rising, "You didn't."
He let the pillow fall on its side, raising a black, brand new-looking sketchbook and a stick of charcoal into my view. He grinned, showing teeth, "I did."
"Oh my God, Bellamy!" I practically squealed, rushing to stand up.
"Hey, hey, remember your leg! I'll bring it over," He warned, laughing at my reaction.
I sat back down, watching impatiently as he grabbed two pillows for us and carried them over. "Hurry up," I nagged.
He chuckled, "Be patient, princess."
Bellamy finally handed the book over to me, placing a pillow next to me for me to sit on. I sat on the pillow, flipping through all of the blank pages like an excited child while Bellamy sat across from me on his own pillow, smiling as he watched me.
"I'm never had such a high-quality sketchbook before," I spoke quietly, running my fingers over the hard cover. "It's perfect, Bell."
"I'm glad you like it."
I looked up at the quiet tone of his voice. The candles casted a beautiful yellow light over his face, illuminating his dark brown eyes. He watched me intensely, his gaze holding an emotion that I could describe only as affection. My heart sped up.
I needed to capture this moment. The way the candlelight complimented his features. The look in his eyes.
I slowly picked up the charcoal, opening the sketchbook to the first page while keeping my eyes on his, "Stay just like that, alright? Don't move until I say so."
He furrowed his brows a little before returning to his original expression obediently, "What are you doing?"
"I'm drawing you. I want your face to be the first thing that I see whenever I open this book," I murmured, beginning to sketch the outline of his face.
When I looked back up at him, I could see that the affection in his eyes had deepened. I held his gaze for a few more moments than I needed to, allowing the same affection that I felt for him to leak into my own gaze.
When I broke our stare to look back down at my drawing, I heard him let out a little breath. I knew he was schooling his expression, fighting to keep it the same. For me.
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Bellamy's point of view

While Clarke is sketching the drawing of me I feel a itch crawl into my nose, letting me know I have to sneeze. Not wanting to ruin Clarke pose for me, I tap her leg to get her attention.
"Yeah?" She asks, looking up at me.
"Uh... I gotta sneeze," I say quickly, trying to hold it in.
"Well don't! You'll ruin my picture if you do!"
Then before I could do anything I lean back and let it out.
Clarke begins laughing as I look back over at her guilty.
"Good thing I was just finishing the shading," she laughs. "But... it looks good like this," she grins, holding up the drawing for me to see.
As I gaze over the sharp edges and perfect shadows a smile creeps onto my face. "Your such a beautiful drawer."
Clarke looks away smiling, her hair falling in her face. "Thanks."
I shake my head as she looks back over at me with a slight blush spread on her cheeks.
"So... drink?"
"Oh yes please," Clarke grins, grabbing a cup and holding it out.
"Alright!" I smile, pouring the liquid into the metal cup.
"And one for me," I say quietly to myself as I pour myself a glass too.
"To... what ever happens next," Clarke smiles.
"To whatever happens next," I smile back. Then our cups tap together in cheers.
As the alcoholic beverage meets my lips, a small burn shoots through my throat, because of the strong-ness of it. I still down the glass in one lift of the cup.
"Ahh... tasty," I smile.
"Jeez you drink fast!" She laughs.
"Hey! Were all different!" I smirk, nodding to her still half full glass.
"Oh don't bug me just because I can't down a glass as fast as you," she smiles, shoving my shoulder playfully.
"I bet you can," I smirk.
Then I fill her glass and mine one again to the top.
"Lets see who can finish first!" I nod toward her cup.
Letting out a sigh, Clarke taps her cup against mine and nods in agreement. "Okay."
"Alright... in 3, 2, 1!"
Then we both lift the cups to our lips, both drinking as fast as we can. After three gulps I bring the cup down from my mouth to see Clarke just lift hers down a few seconds later.
"Ha!" I yell.
"Shhhhh," she swats at me.
"I win!" I cheer, standing up and throwing my fists into the air.
"Whatever," she smiles, rolling her eyes.
As I turn around to sit back down, my eyes land on the old record player. I step closer and push the record down and turn it on. Then, music fills the room. Clarke lets out a gasp as she listens to the slow music flowing in the room.
"It actually works!" She grins.
"Yup! Carried it all the way down here too," I shake my head.
"Oh Bellamy..." she smiles.
"Since it's down here... care to dance?" I ask as a new slow song starts, and extend my arm towards her.
She looks up and places a hand over her grin.
"Is love too," she laughs.
Then I pull her to her feet and guide her to the music. Once we get to a clear spot, I place my hands on her waist and she puts her arms around my neck. A blush creeps into her face as our bodies sway with the music.
"Bell... I can't believe you did this all," she smiles up at me.
"Anything for the royal highness herself," I joke.
Then I pull her in close with beat, making her jump. As she looks up at me with a blush spread on her face from being this close, a smirk spread onto my face. "Gotcha."

Alright we're sorry there is only two points of views but... the next chapter is... long... that's all I'm going to say. 0_0 😶