𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 i've heard people say that they lost themselves in a kiss. but, it was like we found ourselves the second our lips met
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JUST LIKE SHE said, Clarke came to her room right after his shower, his hair till damp, and his shirt spotted with wetness due to him not drying himself off well enough. He was in a hurry to see Hope, scared that she had changed her mind about him.
"Hey," he said quietly as he walked inside her neat room, closing the door behind him with a vulnerable expression on his face.
"Hey," she said with a smile as she sat at the end of her bed. She pushed her hair behind her shoulder and looked up into his eyes as he slowly approached her with a sheepish look. "That was quick," she commented and decided to tease him, "couldn't wait to see me?" She stood up and slowly moved in his direction, a smirk on appearing on her lips.
"I, uh, I—" Clarke broke off in a nervous chuckle as she stood in front of him, running her hand up his chest, to his shoulders, and then the back of his head.
"Am I making you nervous, Clarke?" Hope giggled as she saw him nod slowly. She stood on her toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and said, "I really like you."
Clarke slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled. "I like you too, Hope Mikaelson."
That was all it took for her to take action and to throw him onto her bed. He bounced slightly and chuckled as he looked up at her. She smiled that big smile and he felt his heart melt at the sight of it. When she crawled onto the bed and sat on his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and ran her long, dainty fingers in his curly hair.
"You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Clarke said after a moment of them just staring into one another's eyes. It was like they were looking into one another's soul, and it was more romantic than anything else.
Hope tilted her head and decided to let her poetic side show. "You are handsome from the depth of your eyes to the gentle expressions of your voice. You are handsome from your opinions to the touch of your hand upon my own. I love the way your voice quickens when you're sparkled with a new idea, or was so enjoying one of mine that you lost yourself for a moment and quite forgot the mask you wore for others. So, I give you my heart and will keep yours safe."
Clarke stared up at her with wide eyes, full of surprise and love. He was so awestruck by her words that he didn't react fast enough when she pulled him into a kiss.
Pulling back from the kiss, he stared into her beautiful eyes as she said, "I love your curves of softness. You are the most astonishing girl I ever met... easy to talk to and fun to be around. You're a really good listener, someone who seeks to make connections and joy and see things from new perspectives. You have beauty that made those billboard-princesses look as paper thin as they are. You are my girl. It was you before I even knew."
Hope was so taken by his words that she had no other words, so she pulled him into another kiss that was full of passion and love.
Maybe they were moving to fast, but maybe not. All Hope knew was that Clarke is the one she feels most connected with out of everyone else on this planet, and she doesn't think she will ever find someone who gets her like he does, makes her feel like he does. He is the one and she knows it in her heart.
They were too busy making out to notice when Lizzie, Malia, and Josie walked into the room. The only way they knew they were in the room was when the three girls started giggling loudly.
Hope gasped and jumped off of Clarke's lap, turning to face the girls with wide eyes. "I — I can explain!" She shouted, holding her hands up, but no words escaped her. She was blushing so much that she looked like a tomato, and Clarke was running a hand through his hair, looking just as flustered.
"We'll be going now," Lizzie daisy and pushed the other two girls out of the room. She grabbed the doorknob and stared between them with a smirk. "Have fun and use protection!" She shouted and quickly closed the door. The only thing that could be heard was the tree teenagers laughing in the hall before their laughs disappeared as they did.
Hope turned to Clarke, her face red, and her chest rising up and down harshly. It wasn't that she was embarrassed, it was because she's never been caught doing something like this before. Hell, before a year ago, she didn't even have physical contact with anyone other than Alaric when they trained together.
Clarke cleared his throat, his cheeks just as red as hers, and his hair was sticking up in all different directions. "What... what are we?" He asked in a small voice as he looked up at her with something she has never seen in someone's eyes before.
She smiled and walked towards him, and bent down, pressing her lips against his. She pulled back slowly and looked into his eyes. "Hopefully this means you're my boyfriend."
He smiled at that and said, "if that's the case, call me Ryan." He gripped Hope by her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She squealed loudly and he grinned before pulling her into a long and passion filled kiss.
