At last

Chapter Fifty Three

Bellamy's point of view

"Good job bell," she smiles as I repeat her moves.
"Thanks princess," I smirk.
"Now try this last one."
I stand back as Clarke jumps into the air, kicking her legs above her head, doing a backflip, and landing in her feet. Then she thrusts her fist in front of her, representing punching. Finally she slides onto the ground, supporting her weight with her one hand and swinging her leg around her in a 360.
"Your turn" she sighs.
"Okay," I nod. Then I jump into the air, repeating her, doing a backflip and landing on my feet, almost falling over. Then I extend my fists the same way Clarke did. Finally I drop to my side and swing my leg around me in a 360.
I let out a long breath as I stand up, wiping my hands on my pants.
"How's that?"
"Pretty good, but you've got to maintain balance with that backflip. Other than that, you're doing pretty good."
"Good enough for a fight?"
"I guess so," she nods.
"Good..." I pause. "Then you're it," I yell, lightly punching her arm.
"Hey!" She yells, chasing me.
"Catch me if you can!" I yell, running through some trees.
"Get back here!" She yells after me.
I laugh, about to stop for a breath, but instead I fall onto my back. I open my eyes to see Clarke smiling above me. Then she reaches down and punches me in the shoulder.
"You're it!" She yells as she runs the opposite direction.
"Princess!" I laugh, standing up and taking off after her. Then once I am close enough, I grab her by the waist and throw her over my shoulder.
"Let me go!" She giggles.
"Nope, you're mine now," I smirk, setting her gently on the ground. I place my knees on each side of her, trapping her in place.
She giggles and grabs my face, bring it down to hers and meeting her lips with mine.
"Mmm," she smiles up at me.
"Want more princess?" I smirk.
"Please?"
"Alright," I smile, bending back down over her.
Then she grabs my arms and throws me off her, my back hitting the ground. Then she jumps on my, straddling me in place.
"I win."
"No I think I did," I smirk as she brings her head back down to mine.
I place my hands on her waist as our kisses become more wet and sloppy. Her hands land on the hem of my shirt.
"If you insist princess," I grin, pulling my shirt over my head. Then she pulls her shirt off too and chucks it onto the ground.
She quickly pushes her lips back onto mine, a grin on her face as she pushes her body as close as it can get to mine. A grin sneaks onto her face through our wet kisses as she places her hands on the top of my pants.
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Clarke's point of view

I blinked my eyes open to the evening sun filtering through the leaves overhead. As I felt a soft breeze tickle my exposed stomach and I instinctively moved to wrap my arms around myself, I suddenly remembered what I was doing propped up at the base of a tree in the forest with my shirt off.
I blushed, feeling the sleeping Bellamy shift closer into my side with an irritated mutter from the chill of the breeze.
I pulled away to take us both in. After a quick glance-over, I was satisfied to see that we had at least had the decency to put our underwear and pants back on before we had fallen asleep.
I brought my gaze up to Bellamy's face, which was currently in a pouting expression. I let out a quiet laugh before his sleepy arm snaked around my bare waist and pulled me back against him, shifting downward so he could bury his face into the crook of my neck.
I tried to muffle my laughter as he continued to nuzzle his face against the bare skin of my neck. My sides shook, which apparently disturbed his peace.
"Clarke, stop," he mumbled in irritation, his voice gravelly from sleep.
"I can't help it, Bell, your beard tickles," I quietly giggled back. "We need to get back to camp anyways, it's dangerous out here-"
He shushed me, his head still resting in between my neck and my shoulder as he ran his fingertips lazily up and down my stomach. "Sshh, Princess. We don't have to go back right now."
"Bellamy, I'm serious."
"You always are." He hummed sleepily, beginning to drift off again.
I huffed in annoyance before spotting a small, bright red millipede slowly crawling down Bellamy's bare chest, heading toward his abdomen. I gazed at it, a plan forming in my head.
I grinned wickedly. This was sure to get him up.
I stiffened, pulling away from his grasp and locking my wide eyes on the millipede. "Bellamy, don't move a muscle." I was pleased with the amount of fear in my voice.
His eyes snapped open, following my gaze to the millipede that was still leisurely crawling toward his abdomen. Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, he asked tightly, "What is it?"
"Madi and I call them "blood worms". They burrow inside their victims and feed on tissue. We once snared a rabbit that had one of them inside of it. The rabbit looked sick so we didn't eat it. A few days later, dozens of blood worms came bursting out of it, so they lay their eggs inside of their host as well," I lied.
Bellamy's gaze remained fixed on the millipede, his stomach rapidly rising and falling as he became more panicked. "Clarke, get it off."
I scrambled to my feet. "Okay, okay, I'll look for something. Just calm down; if you keep breathing like that, it might burrow into your stomach. There's no way of getting it out if it does that, it's too small."
After making a show of searching the ground, I found a piece of bark. Rushing back over to Bellamy, who was still staring wide-eyed at the millipede which was now on his abdomen and heading further down, I settled the bark in the millipede's path.
"Stay still," I instructed Bellamy, who remained silent.
Curious, the millipede made its way onto the piece of bark. I slowly lifted the bark off of Bellamy's abdomen, hearing him releasing a sigh of relief.
I suddenly shoved the bark up close to his face. "Wanna see it?"
He let out a panicked cry, pushing my hand away and frantically crawling away from me. "What the hell, Clarke?!" His shrill voice cracked.
I laughed loudly at the scared and confused look on his face. "It's not a blood worm," I explained, a smile glued to my face as I tried to catch my breath from my laughter outbreak. "It's just a millipede. They're completely harmless."
He got to his feet, anger spreading over his features. "Why did you do that?" He demanded indignantly.
I let the millipede crawl onto my finger. "You weren't listening to me, so I retaliated. It got you up, so it worked." I smirked. "We're even."
He rolled his eyes, spotting his shirt. "That's a hell of a way to wake someone up."
I chuckled, placing the millipede onto the trunk of the tree that we had previously been resting against and looking for my own shirt and jacket. Sighting them on the ground, I tugged my shirt over my head. "You have to admit though: it was pretty funny," I flashed him another grin as I pulled on my jacket.
Bellamy tried to give me an irritated glare as he slipped on his own jacket, but after a few seconds of holding my gaze a smile started slipping onto his face. He ducked his head, trying to hide it.
"Fine. It might have been a little funny."

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