At last

Chapter fourty four

Clarke's point of view

With my body pressed against Bellamy's, I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt his head instinctively lean towards mine.
After a few comfortable moments swaying together with the entrancing slow song humming from the record player, I spoke quietly, "Thank you."
I felt his breath against my hair as he murmured, "What, for this? It wasn't that big of a deal, really-"
I pulled away a little to look at him, my eyes wide and my voice a bit too loud for my own ears, "It is for me, Bell! I've been stressed out about the fact that we're going to war again, we're all starving, I have to make sure that we get out of this bunker sooner rather than later because we're all losing our minds down here, and when we do get out I have to protect myself and Madi because there are people out there who plan on harvesting us like we're animals! For God's sake, I just lost my mother!"
We had stopped dancing by now, but our arms still remained tight around each other.
I continued, softer, "Tonight let me forget about that for while. Being here, with you, I felt safer than I have in years. Even if this doesn't mean a lot to you, it means a hell of a lot to me."
His eyes searched mine, disbelieving, "You honestly think I don't care about this? Tonight was the first time that I've felt genuinely happy for six years. Doing this for you let me forget, too. I don't plan on letting anything happen to you, or Madi." His voice lowered even further, "You're not alone anymore, Clarke. You never will be."
I smiled at him, a slight upward curve of my lips. Bellamy returned the expression before I noticed his eyes focusing on my cheek, a frown on his face.
I knew what he was looking at: my bruise.
"Hey," I murmured, placing my hand on his cheek, "You didn't mean to do it."
He closed his eyes, sighing. "But I still did it."
He leaned forward, closing the distance between our faces and pressing his lips softly to the bruise.
The action took me by surprise. My breathing hitched and my eyes fluttered shut, my fingers tangling in his hair, making his lips linger on my cheek.
As his arms tightened around my waist, I slid my other hand down to rest on his upper back. I could feel his heart pounding at the same rate as my own. He wanted this almost as much as I did.
I slowly slid my hand farther down his back, making him let out a small noise that sounded like a growl. I shivered, and he felt it. He pressed me further against him, his hand sliding from my waist to the back of my neck.
He pressed another kiss to my cheek, deliberately slow. He began to trail his kisses down to my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. The press of his lips on my neck became a little harder with each kiss until I could feet the wetness of the tip of his tongue and the quick drag of his teeth against my skin.
My lips parted at the feeling, a small moan escaping my mouth. Bellamy groaned at the sound, quickly moving his head back up so our foreheads were pressed together, his hand moving to the nape of my neck while his other moved to the side of my face. He made to go for my lips but he suddenly hesitated. We both momentarily snapped out of our haze, meeting each other's gaze.
The look in his eyes made my body heat up further, if that was even possible. His gaze was the darkest that I'd ever seen it, his pupils blown wide. His want for me was written plainly across his face, yet he hesitated, as if asking me for permission.
The alcohol was a significant part of the sudden courage that sprang upon me, making me slam my eyes shut and finally bridge the gap between our mouths.
My daydreams about the feeling of his lips had definitely been inaccurate. His lips were way softer than I had imagined, and he moved tentatively against mine.
Our lips moved in a slow rhythm, deciding not to test the limits just yet and enjoying the feeling of the other. It wasn't too long before we craved more and sped up the intensity of the kiss.
The feeling of his tongue parting my lips and tangling with my own made me moan again, a little louder this time. He let out a moan of his own in response, pulling out of my mouth and gently teething at my lower lip as his arm dropped to support my back, lowering us down onto the blankets on the floor, his arms and legs spread out on either side of me.
The back of my head hit the pillow that I had previously been sitting on, our lips continuing to move in a quick pace until he pressed a short peck to my collarbone before sitting up and tugging his shirt over his head.
I bit my lip, my eyes glued to his body as another wave of heat rolled through me.
He looked back to me after tossing his shirt, taking in my expression and smirking with his swollen lips.
"See something you like, princess?" He teased, out of breath.
I snorted, "Shut up and get back down here."
"Gladly," he chuckled, lowering himself back down to my lips.
It didn't take long for us to undress each other. It had been a while for the both of us. We were eager to explore more of the other, excited to hear more sounds coming from the other.
The music droning from that record finally stopped as we collapsed onto the blankets beside each other, giggly and exhausted.
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The nagging ache in my head drew me from my unconsciousness. I groaned, squeezing my eyelids shut and nuzzling further into the solid, warm surface underneath me.
I slowly became aware of a strong thudding in my ear. It sounded exactly like a... heartbeat.
I slammed my eyes open, lifting my head to see what in the hell I was sleeping on. Or who I was sleeping on, rather.
When I was met with Bellamy's sleeping face, the events of last night came rushing back. My face instantly heated as I realized that we were both naked and I was laying almost directly on top of him and then I was immediately reminded of my hangover.
Oh my God, we had to get to the meeting.
As I began to slowly lift myself off of him, he stirred, wrapping an arm around my upper back and pulling me back down. When I let out a small huff of irritation, he released a quiet groan. He squinted up at me in confusion before remembering what had happened last night and widening his eyes at the position that we were currently in.
"Hello there," he hummed, his voice gravelly from sleep.
I glared at him as he smirked at me, making no move to release me. "Bellamy, let me up."
"And why should I do that?" His eyes darkened seductively, slipping his arm down to my waist and giving me a little squeeze.
I propped myself up on my elbows and gave his chest a little slap, "Because we have a meeting to get to this morning, remember?"
He let out a pouting "hmph" and withdrew his arm.
I felt his eyes roaming me as I climbed off of him and I couldn't control the blush creeping up my neck. I had been about to move my knee when I felt it brush against-
"Hey, easy, princess!" Bellamy's voice was high as he shot up on his elbows, staring at me with scared eyes, "Don't move that leg any further."
I let a slow, evil smile spread over my face.
He paled, his voice dropping warningly, "Clarke, don't."
I sighed in mock-defeat, carefully removing my knee, "Fine. You win this time."
I sat up, my back to Bellamy. As I moved, I became aware of another discomfort to add to the list and I froze, releasing another groan.
I heard him chuckle teasingly behind me, hearing the smirk in his voice, "Sore?"
I sighed, casting him a glance over my shoulder. "Shut up, Bellamy."
"I'm not making fun of you, Clarke. We did a lot last night."
At my silence, I heard him sit up behind me, laying a hand on my bare shoulder, "Seriously, though. Are you okay?"
"Bellamy, was last night only the alcohol? Did it even mean anything?"
It was his turn to be silent. I shifted myself so I could look at him, only to see him slowly shaking his head, "Of course it meant something, Clarke. Did you ever feel at all drunk last night?"
I shook my head. I'd felt almost totally sober.
"Exactly. The sex felt different too, didn't it? Better than it usually does?"
I narrowed my gaze at him suspiciously, "Yes..."
He laughed a bit at my expression, "God, Clarke, I'm not saying that it felt better because you were with me. It's because we're in love."
The whole room seemed to still. Hearing it actually said aloud was a lot different than hearing it inside of my head. My heart raced as he continued.
"I love you." He let out a relieved sigh, "Damn, it feels good to finally say it. That was about seven years overdue."
"I love you too, Bell. I've been so afraid to say it because almost every person that I've said that to is dead, but I'm just so tired of keeping it inside of me for so long," I felt tears of happiness welling up inside of my eyes.
"I'm never going to leave your side, Clarke. I'm not going anywhere, I promise you."
I snorted, "You might want to quiet down, the law that says "everyone that Clarke Griffin loves must perish" might hear you."
He chuckled, "That law can kiss my ass."
He leaned in, catching my lips with his. We got lost in the feeling of each other for a few moments until I pulled away before we could take it any further.
"We need to get back," I murmured.
He let out a groan of annoyance. I leaned back in for one more peck before scanning the room for my clothes.
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Bellamy's point of view

After letting out a long moan from Clarke's absence, I sit up and grab my clothes from beside me. As I finally pull my shirt over my head, I look over to Clarke who holds a long stare.
"What?"
"Nothing," she shakes her head. "Just thinking."
"Ah," I nod. Then I walk over to Clarke and place a hand on her lower back, lean in, and place a kiss on her cheek. As I pull away my eyes meet the many love bites spread in various places all over her neck and collar bone.
"So... what about...." I pause pointing to Clarke's neck. "These."
"What?" She smirks. "Don't want people to know what went on down here bell?"
I swallow and step back, pulling my hands behind my back.
"It's not that-" I say quietly, but Clarke stops me.
"I was teasing Bellamy," she snickers, rolling her eyes.
I nod and step closer, placing both hands on Clarke's waist.
"I love you," I say quietly looking into Clarke's eyes.
"I love you too," she smiles, meeting her lips with mine for a brief second. Then we pull away and begin to make our way up the ladder to the meeting.

Alright well... all credit goes to Darian who wrote and planned all this.... intake no credit for what has happened in this chapter... well I mean I take credit for my part but the ideas came from Darian so👌🏻. Hope you liked it...
(P.s. everyone got implants on the ark so Clarke is not gettin pregnant and all that... sorry)