Something You Fight For

Episode: 12

"Hey?" Clarke called

"Mm." Bellamy responded.
It was the dead of night, the house was quiet and dark as the two laid in each others arms.

"Before.."

"It was nothing." Bellamy repeated, keeping his eyes closed as he held her in his arms.
"No.." Clarke began, her eyes staring off into the darkness. "I wanted to kiss you."
Bellamy stayed silent, his eyes slowly opening as he stared off into the darkness. "Because.. I wanted to, not because I was drunk."
Hearing her say this snapped Bellamy awake.

"What?"

"I want you.." she said, slightly louder as she looked up to him in the dark.
His heart in his throat, pounding against the inside of his chest like a drum.
He let out a gentle sigh, his hand sliding up Clarke's neck and in one swift motion pulled her in for a kiss.
His heart beat unsteady as it beat harder, Clarke's hands swarming up his neck as she began to sit up, wrapping her leg over him.

Their hearts in sync as their fear and passion fought inside of them as Bellamy's hands traced up Clarke's sides.
Her breathing growing heavier as she lowered her hands down his body, her fingers grazing the top of his pants.

"Wait-" He called, grabbing her hands as he looked into her eyes, they sparkled in the dim light of the Hall.
"I don't want us to do this."

"Why?"

"Because when we do this, you'll leave." He stated.

"Why would I leave.."

"I'm going back to college before summer ends.. I.." He stammered. "And with you.. I don't want you to go.."
Clarke froze for a moment, her heart thudding even harder than before.

"You.. you like me?" She squeaked.
He stayed silent, fighting back the urge to spill his heart out in her lap.

"I.. i do." He huffed, Clarke didn't hesitate, she just pressed her lips against his, heat radiating through her body as she desired nothing more than him.
Bellamy's heart ached as he held her, holding his hands on her waist as he flipped her over onto her back.

His baggy shirt had never looked so good on her.

"I like you too, Bellamy Blake." She laughed, her messy hair splaying over his pillow.
He smiled wide, his hands bringing her shirt up and over her head as she continued to kiss him.

She let out some soft moans as Bellamy held her bare chest against his, his hand in the side of her neck as the two
craved each others touch more than the air they breathe. Her hands wandering around his back and sides as Bellamy's left hand ran down under Clarke's leg, holding her close to him as his other arm held his body up.
Clarke's hands traveled down his body, her thumbs tucking under his pants as she gently shimmied them down, Bellamy doing the same with Clarke's underwear as they remained as close to each other as they possibly could.

Bellamy paused, the two breathing heavy and beginning to sweat as he looked into Clarke's eyes.

"Can I..?" He said softly, waiting for her response before he took things any further.
She kissed him, pressing her body against his as she murmured the single phrase.
"I want you, Bellamy.." She huffed between kisses as she held herself against him.
His kisses traveled from her lips down to the side of her neck as she began gently scratching his back.

He gently eased himself towards her, Clarke basically begging him for more as she wrapped her hand around his tight curls, entangling her fingers in his locks as Clarke's leg gently grazed over the top of Bellamy's, the two twisting themselves in one another, living in the throbs of ecstasy.

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Clarke laid beside Bellamy, her arm on his chest, the other under her cheek as she stared down at him.

"I don't want you to think that, we did what we did because I was bored.. I, I wanted you, too."

"I wanted it to be you." Smiles Clarke, her hand gently caressing her cheek as her fingertips grazed down his neck and back to the centre of his chest. Bellamy's eyes widened as he'd realised what he'd done, a sense of pride knowing that he genuinely wanted her, not just for the night.
"So.." she began, nervously glancing to the side. "When you said you didn't want me to leave afterwards.."

"I meant it." Bellamy added, his eyes meeting Clarke's as their fingers intertwined.
"I don't want this to just be a fling.."

"then, what are we?" Clarke slowly asked, her eyes drifting around the room and then back to Bellamy.

"I don't know.." he questioned, his left arm that tucked under neath her chest, wrapping around her back began playing with her hair.
"Do you.. do you want to be with me?"

"I think I do.." before she could continue, Bellamy pressed his lips against hers.

"So it's official.." he hummed, his hand running  through her hair as the two began tenderly kissing once again, Clarke's leg sliding back over Bellamy as the two embraced.

"But-" she parted them. "You are going back to college soon.."

"And?" He queried, brushing a strand of Clarke's hair behind her ear.
"I'll wait for you."

Her lips curled into a grin.
"I'll be here.." She hummed.