An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

"Family Emergency" Pt 2

Clarke went to use the restroom, stopping dead in her tracks. The bedroom had a hole in the wall, but Bellamy had hung up all of their wedding pictures. He had framed them all.

She walked over to the wall, pulling one off. It was him kissing her cheek, her eyes squeezed shut in delight and happiness. She rubbed the rings in her pocket, torn between giving them back or putting them back on.

Back in the kitchen, she placed the picture on the table. "What is this, Bellamy?"

"Our wedding picture," he shrugged.

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Bellamy, take me seriously here. Why did you hang these all up?"

"What did you expect me to do when you left me, Clarke? What exactly did you think I was doing for the last two years, if you even thought of me?"

Where was the Bellamy who was caressing her face and apologizing?

"Honestly? I don't fucking know with you. Maybe be sad for a few weeks and then get on with life. Maybe pack up all of my shit so girls you bring over wouldn't see it. Let Octavia break it all, I have no idea, Bellamy."

"You know me!" He shouted. "How long did I chase you?" He demanded. "Why did I start taking school seriously? Why did I write my own vows? Why did I plan a huge graduation proposal in front of the entire school and their families, huh, Clarke?!" He struggled to stand. "How did you think I would feel when you ripped my heart out? How do you think that hole got in the wall, huh? Do you really think so little of me that after you were hurt I would just bring women in here?! In my wife's fucking bed?" He hopped to the hallway, looking back at her. "You should've stayed gone."

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Clarke spent the next few hours wiping her tears and cleaning up. She vacuumed, dusted, and washed the few dishes he had in the sink. She loaded his laundry into the machine, starting it up.

Opening the bedroom door, she took a deep breath. Bellamy rolled over in the bed, his eyes looking guilty. She helped him sit up in the bed, handing him a pain pill and a glass of water.

He took them without fuss to her relief. Gently, she pulled his arm. He looked confused, but stood up. She tugged the waist band of his sweat pants, pulling them down to his ankles carefully.

"Clarke!" He gasped. "What the hell?"

She pushed him back on his ass, dropping to her knees between his thighs. She helped him remove his legs, tossing the pants to the side. She pretended not to notice the tent in his tight boxers as she wrapped plastic around his cast, tying it and using a little medical type to make sure it wouldn't get wet.

"You need to shower," she looked up at him. "There's blood in your hair." She stood up, helping his stand and giving him the crutches. "Do you still have that old metal chair Miller left here?"

"Yeah, it's in the closet. But, Clarke I'm really tired, okay? I can just shower tomorrow."

"Go use the bathroom, shout when you're done."

She pulled the metal chair from the closet, rolling up the scrubs she was still wearing. She checked her email on her phone, taking a deep breath before entering the bathroom.

She helped Bellamy step into the shower, the steam filling the bathroom quickly. She brought the chair in, swallowing before she pulled his boxers down his legs. Her breaths were shaky as his erection sprung free, right in front of her. Part of her wanted to take it into her mouth.

She took the shower head, wetting his body and carefully rinsing his hair. She took a rag, covering it in his favorite soap. Gently, she started with his shoulders, rubbing his muscles.