A/n : Listen to the song while you read this chapter it goes along withit.
Clarke could feel her body heat rising. She could have sworn the entire room was getting hotter. She knew that realistically it was just her but it was like she was had entered a fog that she would not get out of. Everything around her became fuzzy. She did not know what to do. She had never been this close to a guy before especially an older guy. The only guys she had ever been alone with had been Wells, who was her best friend. Jasper and Monty who were like brothers to her.
Bellamy could not help but go stiff when he realized how close they were. His grip tightened on her. He could not help it. He feared she would move away from him and could not stand that thought. He had no idea how this girl had this kind of effect on him when he had not even seen her face, or know her name.
He could feel his body ach for her and could tell by the way her body reacted to his touch that she felt the same. He wanted to get out of this closet and take her home. Take her home for the night. Not a quick fuck like he was used to, this girl was the type you woke up to the morning after. He did not know why he felt this way but it was just something about the way she carried herself. She was not the type of girl to be used.
He held onto her waist tightly so she could not move away from him. He removed his other hand and slowly trailed it up her arm. Lightly dragging his fingers over her color bone. His touch was so light it almost tickled her. She let out a gasp as she felt his hand wrap around her neck holding her close. She could feel his hand in her hair. He was reaching for the tie to her mask. Clarke could not help but hold her breath. She became nervous.
At first she thought he was going to be able to see her face. That thought was quickly dismissed. She knew that the room was too dark for him to see her. She was nervous because of what she knew would fallow. He would remove her mask then he would want to kiss her. She did not know how she would react to that. She did not know how to kiss. She was embarrassed to admit to even herself that she had never been kissed.
She then felt him untying her mask and she almost stopped him. Almost. She was stopped by his thumb that still rested on her stomach. It started to trace small circles on her through her thin shirt.
While she was distracted he had removed her mask and placed it on the bench that he back was resting on. With his one hand permanently resting on her hip his free hand trailed up her back until it again rested on her neck. He slowly moved his hand up onto her face.
Bellamy let his thumb gently rub along the side of her face. He did this for two reasons. One he desperately wanted to know what she looked like under that mask. He hoped that she held up to what he had been imagining in his head all night. And the second he needed to get a clear read as to where her lips where considering her could not see a dam thing.
She let out a quite gasp as his thumb brushed over her lips. He almost groaned out in pleaser just at the sound.
His figure trailed over her lips and Clarke swore her skin started to crawl in the best possible way. He was feeling his way all over her body but in a way so gentle Clarke did not even think it was possible to be touched that way. That’s when she realized her hands where still resting at her sides. She had been in a state of shock and was unable to move.
She slowly reached out and placed her hands out onto his chest. He stiffened up he was surprised by her touch. She was surprised at how firm his chest was. The darkness was driving the both of them crazy. They could not see anything or anticipate each other’s next move. Everything was a surprise. After a few seconds of admiring his firm chest with her hands she copied his movements and started to move her hands up his chest to his shoulder, stopping at the base of his neck. Only for a second before finding the bottom of his mask and pulling it off. She took it a placed it behind her with her own.

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Clarity
ФанфикI was born in space. I've never felt the sun on my face. Or breathed real air. Or floated in the water. None of us have. For three generations, the Ark has kept what's left of the human race alive. It's been 97 years since a nuclear apocalypse kille...