Fault Line (Bellarke)

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Clarke

One thing I have learnt from staying in the Blake's mansion, is that despite how rich these people were, they were ridiculously humble.

It's hard to think that these two were once poor. I cannot for the life of me imagine them living the poor life. I lived wealthier than them, and that was a terribly hard concept to wrap my head around.

I ended up concluding that it would be better if I stayed, and besides, what if I die from the nightmares? Bellamy won't be at home to save me again (wink wink). And mainly because this house was a billion times flasher than my apartment, and it was the equivalent of staying in a hotel for free.

Rolling my eyes at my stupid thoughts, I strolled into the ensuite of the guest bedroom and was not surprised to find a flashy bathroom. The floors were tiled with shiny black marble tiles, and most importantly: There was fancy soap.

I repeat, fancy, expensive, soap.

These people were actually rich. Who uses this soap anyway? Or, who can afford to use this soap? Bellamy and Octavia Blake.

I took a quick shower and realised to my horror, that I hadn't obtained a spare toothbrush from when I went to borrow some of Octavia's pyjamas. She had mentioned that the last guest had used the last one, and to go and grab one from Bellamy's bathroom since he had a few spare new ones. But obviously I forgot.

Quickly slipping on Octavia's pyjamas, that were pretty sexy I gotta say: silk, and it was a short dress did I mention? I walked down the endless hallway of the giant mansion.

The amount of times I have gotten lost is too many to count. People have probably insulted Bellamy Blake more times.

I walked into what seemed like the biggest bedroom. I had Octavia's permission to go into Bellamy's room and since he was busy typing up important emails in the living room, I should be fine.

The room smelt of his irresistible cologne, and I could not help but stand still and take in another giant whiff of it. It was a huge room, basked in simplicity like his office at work. It was very elegant and neat.

The thought hit me that Bellamy has a problem with messy things, I recalled the time he looked at my apartment slightly uncomfortably, it it wasn't even that bad! (Ok, I was in a shitty state so maybe it was a little bad, but I'm not usually like this...) Major OCD perhaps?

Without considering and thinking through maybe why there was a light on in the bathroom (nice going Clarke), I barged into the bathroom and froze.

I tried to contemplate whether it was the best or worst decision I had made yet. Bellamy, who was certainly not in the living room writing emails, was standing under the heated light. It shone on him like the gods in heaven were feeding the light to him personally.

Abort mission Clarke. Abort mission.

The water droplets were slowly making their way down his torso, and the only thing on his naked body was a white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was soaked and his muscles toned under his bronze skin.

Abort, abort, abort!

The most obvious thing however, was that he was standing only inches away from me, he must have been on his way out of the bathroom. I could feel his hot breath on my face.

For fucks sake Clarke get the hell out of here!

He gaped at my presence in shock followed by sheer disturbance. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here." Bellamy stepped even closer to me instead of stepping away, to look more dominating and intimidating.

"I-I didn't think you'd be h-here," I fumbled on my words hopelessly.

Bellamy smirked that annoying smirk that he likes to do when he knows he has control over someone. I was so close to slapping the shit out of him, but I couldn't even speak. Or move. Or breathe for that matter.

Absolutely paralysed.

"You didn't think I'd be here? In my own bathroom in my own bedroom in my own house?" He challenged. His body heat was radiating all over the place. I could really use a Bellamy in winter time. Or like...any time.

"Um...no?" I squeaked.

"Well, I think that's just very interesting then isn't it? What are you doing here anyway?" He glanced down swiftly at my attire and then back up at my face. My hair looked like a birds nest.

"T-toothbrush..." I pointed at the basin. But it was stupid really, because I wasn't sure if thats where he kept them anyway. Dick move Clarke - something else he can tease you about.

Bellamy looked amused. He knew I was dying inside, and he wasn't intending to make it any easier for me. He ran his thumb down the side of my face and my heartbeat raced a million miles per minute. I hated that he has such a lasting effect on me.

A water droplet from his wet hair slipped onto my face, and he wiped it away, as if everything was moving in slow motion. He stepped even closer to me until I was uncertain that he was going to simply 'do nothing' to me.

I twiddled my fingers and took a sharp intake of breath. His thumb traced down my neck and his eyes pierced into mine, refusing to let me look away. When his hand reached my collarbone, he took it off and reached for something behind me.

"Move," he motioned.

"Huh?"

"Nevermind," he rolled his eyes and I realised that he was holding a sealed toothbrush in his hand.

I turned around and for the first time, noticing the shelves embedded into the tiled walls. They were right behind me that I didn't even click to be that I wasn't pressing against a flat surfaced wall.

"Now, get out," he cocked his head to the side and stepped away from me, giving me an escape route to the door.

I didn't even thank him, I scurried out that door as fast as my legs could take me, all the while managing to hold back the temptation to look at him one last time.

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A/N: Heyy guys hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know I certainly had fun writing it!

If you have any question, criticism or recommendation and ideas, please by all means, feel free to leave a comment or message me privately.

Clarke may have not thanked Bellamy for the toothbrush, but I will thank you all for reading. You're support and undying love is what has gotten me this far!!

Next chapter, we see Clarke trying to survive her night in the Blake Mansion, and I don't know about you all but I'm pretty eager to see how our girl manages that.

Kit xo