Missing You Every Step Of The Way (Bellarke)

S3- Slipping Through My Fingers- pt.2

So sorry about the wait but here's part two. Hope you enjoy!

As Bellamy's eyes adjusted to the gloom he could make out a doorway to his right which he peered through, sword raised for an imminent attack. And although he didn't like to admit it, holding the sword in front of him made him feel a hell of a lot safer than knowing that he had no idea how to use one. Not one of this size at least.

The doorway opened into a dimly lit corridor of a decent size which he edged down slowly, his eyes flickering between the doorway behind and the wider room in front before ducking out of the way of some low hanging vines that covered the walls and ceiling.

Bellamy's wide eyes scanned the room ahead, his eyes still adjusting until he saw it.

A shadow. Were his eyes playing tricks on him in the darkness?

No. This was real.

Two hands jutting out from behind one of the posts in the centre of the room. They were tied to the pillar tightly, almost so unnoticeable that he might not have seen them if he hadn't been looking. Swallowing heavily he tried to contain the panic that settled in his gut, seeing the person tied up and gripped his sword before taking a nervous step forward.

Though he couldn't contain the sudden surge of hope while his heart rate peaked because it was Clarke.

It had to be.

Cautiously he approached the pillar, his eyes widening as he stared at the arms that were tied to it; the wire-like rope digging red rings into their wrists before he hurried towards the figure.

In one fluid movement, his eyes tracing the outline of the arms of the prisoner in the half-light, he was suddenly staring into the sky-blue eyes of the one person he'd missed most.

She was there, right in front of him.

Clarke.

Bellamy couldn't stop the smile that flooded his features once he realised he wasn't hallucinating. He kneeled down quietly in front of her, not quite believing that she was real, and took her in from her blue eyes, to her Grounder clothes torn and ripped from her struggle with the bounty hunter (Bellamy guessed), to the scars littering her cheeks and eyebrow until he finally settled on the blonde/red strands of hair that hung in tangled waves in front of her eyes.

It was a red dye, not blood. 

But that didn't stop the look of pure shock crossing her features the second she laid eyes on the person she'd only dreamt of seeing.

Bellamy.

Clarke let out a muffled noise of surprise.

Her eyes had long since adjusted to the gloom but the last thing she ever expected was to be staring in the warm brown eyes of the boy...no...man she'd thought about almost every day since she'd left.

God, she'd missed him.

He looked different, older somehow with his hair now longer than before and even curlier than she remembered. Surprisingly she looked down to see him dressed in Grounder clothes; specifically Ice Nation armour but she decided that questioning him about it was for another time. His face shone with sweat causing the tendrils to curl more around the edges of his face but his eyes were still the same. Still brown, still warm, still so familiar, still so undeniably Bellamy.

Abruptly she tried to struggle against her bonds but Bellamy's gaze held her captive as the most brilliant smile of relief dawned on his features exposing the dimples that lit up his eyes.

But it was soon replaced with a quiet softness she'd never seen before and watched in wonder as he brought up a hand to tuck some of her matted blonde strands behind her ear; a line of goosebumps left over from where his fingers had grazed her cheek.