Clarke's PoV:
His lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to... In this minty moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight. "Clarke" he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter and syllable as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Never before has my name ever felt so wonderful a one, I think, as I lean in for another.
His lips touch mine and I somehow know exactly what to do with mine. They move together like two dancers sashaying through a melody. His lips are delicate and warm. Mine are crusty and chapped but I don't seem to care because right now, in this moment, I feel as if I'm floating in space and everything around me has turned to dust.
His kiss is not at all the same as those movie stars, but one steeped in a passion that ignites. It is the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all. And with it he tells me that he is awake, connected within, that he embraces himself rather than hide as a copy of those romantic idols.
I try to erase all senses of love for Bellamy, but this kiss ignites a flame in stomach that lures me to need more. I never thought that me and Bellamy would be compatible, never mind together, but now the notion of love with him included, cannot exit my head. I feel my future leaning towards Bellamy, and I'm not sure I can say I don't like it...
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Bellarke- Arkadia High
FanfictionThis is another Bellarke High School story, expect its slightly different. Clarke has always strived to be quiet and un-recognisable. On the other hand, Bellamy is the centre of attention, but doesn't always try to be. He's hiding a secret, but no o...
