𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄

1. clarke's pov

People say it all starts with a glance or a smile. And they're right.

One look, one laugh, one touch and the world can come tumbling down. Or rise back up.

I didn't realize how much I needed that touch until now.

"Hey," I say to Bellamy, opening the door to the room with the radio. If we were really gonna try and go back to the Ring on the Ark, I at least wanted to say goodbye to my mom via radio. "Do they have her?"

He looks at me sadly, not saying a word.

"Bellamy?"

He inhales deeply, getting ready to speak. "The radio's dead," he said. What? "You won't get to say good-bye to your mom. I'm sorry."

No. Not possible. I have to say goodbye if I might not even survive - if she might not even survive. She's all I have left. And now I might never even see her again since she's stuck in a bunker with 1200 other people. And I was going to space.

A tear forms in my eye. Then another. And another. Bellamy walks forward and hugs me as tears race down my face, trying to see which will reach the bottom first.

He wraps his arm around me, holding me in his warm embrace. I bring myself to hug him back, my hands connecting behind his back in a firm grip.

He's basically all I have left now. I can't lose him too. I never want him to let go of me.

"Clarke! Bellamy! Get down here!" The voice of John Murphy interrupts us, and we're forced to pull apart.

I wipe my eyes. I don't want anyone else seeing me in this state.

I give him a small nod, and we walk out of the room, to join the others.

;;;

"So let's go over this again," I say, looking at the computer screen. "I figure two months until the algae farm produces enough food to feed us. If we ration the MREs, we should get there."

"Grounders in space," Bellamy says. "It's an oxymoron."

"Survival's a team sport," I reply, "especially up there. It was the only choice. Only choice, also an oxymoron, by the way."

"So is cold sweat," he says, chuckling, wiping some sweat off my forehead. I smile as I feel a warm shock course through my body. He smiles before his face goes back to neutral. "Still holding out hope for that nightblood solution."

"There was never any solution. ALIE was right about that," I say.

"Our fight is not over," he says, desperate to get me hopeful.

I wasn't so sure about that. "My mom had a vision of me dying," I explain, "just like the one Raven had that told her there was a rocket here."

Bellamy shakes his head. "That is not the same thing."

I sigh. Why couldn't he just understand that I was probably going to die? "Yeah. They were both EMP'd."

"And Abby will be fine, too. Raven told her how to stop it." Bellamy just keeps trying to reassure me, but just kees failing.

"That's not what I'm talking about," I reason.

But if I die... maybe I won't see him again either. "If anything happens to me-"

"Nothing is happening to you!" he says, grabbing my shoulders. "Come on. Let's run these water numbers again."

He walks back towards the table with the charts.

I sigh and shake my head, trailing behind him. "Please, Bellamy, I need you to hear this."

He hesitates, but turns towards me to hear what I have to say. I can tell he's trying to hold back tears.

I take a shaky breath. "We've been through a lot together, you and I." He nods slightly, agreeing with me. "I didn't like you at first - that's no secret -" - he clears his throat, obviously not wanting to remember the time he'd do anything to get that damn bracelet off me - "but even then, every stupid thing you did, it was to protect your sister." He nods again, looking away from me.

"She didn't always see that, but I did," I say. He looks me in the eyes. His big brown chocolate eyes that I've looked into so many times, seem more desperate than ever. "You've got such a big heart, Bellamy."

"Clarke-"

"People follow you," I continue, interrupting him. "You inspire them because of this," - I point to his heart - "but the only way to make sure we survive is if you use this, too." I point to his head.

"I've got you for that," he says.

We stare at each other for a moment, getting closer and closer with every second, until finally, my lips are on his. And God it feels so good.

We kiss passionately and desperately until we pull apart for breath.

"I've wanted to do that since forever," Bellamy says, smiling. He leads me to the nearest room, closing and locking the door. The windows are tinted, so maybe no one will pay much attention to us.

"Me too," I say, and go in for a round two. This time, Bellamy slides my shirt over my head, and unclasps my pathetic excuse of a bra.

We continued kissing until we were both completely naked.

I've told Bellamy that I needed him a million times before. But now was when I needed him the most. And I got him.

in case your dirty mind didn't do the work for you or it wasn't clear, bellamy and clarke just had sex :)

i hope you liked it

-k