Flarke, Jonty and Other Such Ships

Flarke ~ A Love Story

I stepped into the bunker, to find Finn crouched over a table. As the door drifted shut behind me Finn spun round. I saw his bloodshot eyes and he tried to avoid my gaze. I stood still, almost not wanting to spook him, as if any sudden movement would make him disappear. I saw a crumpled photo in his hand and held out my palm, gesturing for him to give it to me. Reluctantly he passed it, smoothing out the creases as he did. What I saw, was a picture of him and Raven, Raven Reyes.

"I want you to know... that I meant what I said," he bit his lip, pausing, "I wanted it to be you too." It stung to think of the way he held her when she came off the shuttle. "It's not that I thought I would never see her again, it's that I've never felt this way about her. Sure she's pretty... and I'm sure she could take her pick of the hundred. But if I were to pick from the hundred I would pick you. Clarke, I love you."

I felt a tug towards him, and before I knew it I was in his arms. I felt him take in a breath against me, and instead of letting him pull away I whisper to his neck, "I'd pick you out of the hundred, but I don't know," I let him hang on my every word, "Some of these grounders are pretty cute." We fell apart laughing and within seconds our lips were together, fitting as one.

We broke apart for a moment, and he breathed quietly in my ear, "Passibly cute." We laughed and rolled to the floor, soaking in eachother's presence.

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