His to Protect // Bellamy Blake

Chapter 14: First Kiss

"That was incredibly brave what you did for me," Clarke said breaking me out of my thoughts. "Thank you."

I could barely find the energy to nod, as I was devastated by the loss of Charlotte.

Clarke was in the process of cleaning my head wound, which was fairly deep from where Murphy's original blow with a wooden log had struck me. That wasn't counting the fact he had also smashed his face into mine. We were sitting inside the dropship together.

"Violet, I'm sorry. I know you and Charlotte were close." She says, making me look her in the eyes.

She pulled me in for a hug when she saw a stray tear fall from my eye. I hugged her back ferociously, needing the support she offered.

"Thank you," I reply softly, pulling away.

"You need to be careful, you have a concussion so you should rest and no hard work for a couple days," She said in a commanding tone.

I nodded in reply, and I soon saw her depart with Finn close behind.

I had no doubt in my mind that there was something going on between the two of them, but she wasn't willing to share that information yet.

I walked tiredly towards my shared tent, wanting to fall asleep right away. I barely noticed anyone I passed, and I'm sure the mood of the camp was somber after hearing the news of Charlotte's demise and Murphy's banishment.

I pushed aside the flaps of my tent to enter, and I was surprised to see Bellamy sitting on the corner of my bed.

I stopped my movement with a furrowed brow.

All of the energy had left my body the second Charlotte had jumped from that cliff, and I knew Bellamy felt the same way.

I could see through his confident and demanding demeanor when no one else could. I could tell, even as hazy as our walk back to camp was afterwards, that he too was effected by what happened. It wasn't often when that I could sense even the slightest bit of emotion on him besides anger, so I knew he was deeply troubled.

"What are you doing here?" I said, looking at his tired face.

He stood up from my bed, and I was immediately hit with the thought of how my huge he looked in the small space we were in. I had to crane my head up to look him in the eyes.

"I came to see if you were ok," He replies shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal.

I searched his eyes with uncertainty, but his brown ones gave away nothing.

"No," I reply rubbing my eyes. "She was so young Bellamy."

"I know," He replies darkly.

His fists ball at his side.

"I just wish I could have stopped this."

"Bellamy, you did everything you could," I reply quickly, placing a hand on his bicep.

He doesn't reply at first, his eyes hidden by his curly locks. They were staring at my hand which was placed on his arm.

I pulled away quickly, thinking that he was uncomfortable, but he quickly captured my hand in both of his.

He took a step closer, looking down at me.

"I-I'm sorry," I said shakily.

"Violet," He whispers. His eyes look at me as if for the first time, and I could see his walls crumbling. I was scared, unsure of what he was going to say. "I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you tonight."

What?

My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and I was sure even from the small distance between us he could hear its thump.

"W-what?" I could barely manage to speak over the huge lump now forming in my throat.

He doesn't answer me, but reaches out with his free hand to reach out to my hair. He stares intently at my blond locks, as he tangles his hand in my strands. I then felt my eyes flutter without my permission.

His face got impossibly close to mine, and I could feel him leaning in even closer.

"I can't lose you too," He whispers.

It was at that moment I realized Bellamy had some demons in his closet to. He was breakable just like the rest of us, just like me.

"I'm not going anywhere," I reply fiercely.

Before I knew it, he had placed his lips over mine. He didn't waste a second of his time before he began moving them against mine with such a fever I felt my knees shake. I moved along with his lips, matching his fast movements with my own lips.

My eyes fluttered close, and my stomach flipped with butterflies.

I reached up and locked my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies impossibly closer.

His arms moved up and down my body, exploring what he had not yet dared to.

His lips set my body on fire, and I felt as if I would almost explode right then and there.

We had somehow moved backwards towards my bed, and he lightly pushed me down onto it. Our lips separated for only moments before his body crawled over mine, crashing his lips down on mine once more. He positioned himself between my legs, and his entire body was pressed against mine. My whole body tingled from where Bellamy's hands roamed.

His lips continued their assault on mine relentlessly, and I let out a small moan when my bottom lip was captured between his.

His left hand tightly grasped my hip and moved is up to meet his own quickly. Our lips disconnected as we both reveled in the feeling.

My eyes opened for a moment when he stopped all movement.

He had himself propped up over me, holding the top end of his body up with his elbows over me. His dark eyes scanned down my body, and lingered where out hips were connected. His breathing was heavy, and I could tell he was affected by me as much as I was by him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, wondering why he had pulled away.

"This isn't a good idea." He replies pulling his body off of mine.

"What?" I reply, trying to regain my bearings as quickly as he had.

My lips were red and swollen from his rough use, my stomach felt tight.

"You're hurt," He replies.

"Oh-okay," I knew he was absolutely right.

He stood standing over my bed for an awkward second before nodding to himself.

"Get some rest, Violet."

He doesn't even glance back as he left, leaving me laying there fuming.

There was no way I was giving myself to a guy whom not an hour ago I thought hated my guts. I wanted to be with someone I knew cared about me, and who showed me daily. I snapped at myself internally for being so weak around him. It seemed as though every time his brown eyes met mine, the rest of the worlds and it's worries faded away.

I wouldn't let it happen again, I told myself.

My thoughts still raced, and my head had begun thumping painfully.

Sleep consumed me, though I fought against it and I wasn't prepared for what would happen once I woke.