The Princess and her King (a Bellarke Fanfiction)

"I thought you hated that plan. That I would get myself killed." Bellamy spoke, staring right at me.

"I was being weak."

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Two hours later...

I was drawing a sketch of Finn, as a way for me to remember him, when Bellamy walked into my tent. "I thought you would have left already. You've never been one to waste time." I say to him, still looking down at my drawing. 

"We are leaving in the morning, Princess. The Grounders are electing a couple people to come with us to the Mountain just to make sure the plan goes well." Bellamy comes and sits beside me, our shoulders touching.

"Shouldn't you be with them? So you can have a say in who goes with you?"

"Clarke, you need to stop worrying all of the time. Lincoln is in there for me." Bellamy says lightly as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. I shouldn't enjoy his warmth. Especially after... after Finn. No, I have to be strong. Love is weakness.

"Why aren't you in there though? You're the one who wanted this mission." I reply pulling out of Bellamy's embrace. Bellamy sighs and stands up. He walks over to the entrance of my tent like he is about to leave. I stand up trying to think of something to make him stay. Wait, why do I want him to stay in the first place? Love is weakness Clarke, remember that. He was just about to walk out when he turns on his heels.

"You know what, fuck it." He seems to say to himself. "This is just in case I never see you again. I don't want to have any regrets." Bellamy looks straight into my eyes as he says this.

Before I can think his lips are upon mine and my brain stops functioning. I kiss back and Bellamy deepens it, his arms snaking themselves around me and sliding up beneath my shirt. My hands make their way into his messy, dark hair. He pushes me down onto my makeshift bed and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. Love is weakness. Regaining my self control back I push Bellamy away.

"We can't do this." I whisper, short of breath.

"Look I know Finn just died-" I cut Bellamy off.

"No, It's not about Finn..." I struggle to find the right words, it seems as though my brain is still not functioning."

"Then what is it about?" Bellamy tucks some stray hair that has fallen from my ponytail behind my ear. "Because... Because although I may not have been the most kindest of person, I love you. Every time I saw you smiling and laughing with Finn I wished that it could be me making you smile and when I see you in pain, I want to take you in my arms and let that pain dissolve away. So I don't care if it may be wrong, since Finn just died. I don't care if you want to pretend that what we have isn't real, because I can tell from the way you kissed me back that this is the realer than the ground beneath our feet. And I certainly don't care that you are trying to persuade yourself that love is weakness because if I have learned anything from loving you, is that love gives us strength."

"How..." I say stumbling for words. "How did you know that I thought love was a weakness?" There are a lot more questions running through my mind but that was the only coherent one.

Bellamy kisses my on my forehead. "Because I know you, Princess." He lowers his head and kisses me lightly on my lips. After that my resolution leaves me and I let the feelings building up inside let go and I slowly kiss back, each kiss deeper than the one before. We take it slower this time. There is no haste, no urge to rush. Time dissipates and it is just Bellamy and me.

This different than when I was with Finn. Back then we were children, nothing but one hundred boys and girls lost in a forest. Now we are adults. No, we are warriors and we are no longer lost, but fighting for our home.

I slide my shirt off over my head. Bellamy pulls away from our kiss and stares. His hands run up and down my body, his fingertips sending a rush of sensations through my veins exploding in my brain like fireworks. His lips find the soft spot on my neck and I fall utterly, and undeniably helpless.

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Bellamy and I lay on my bed for hours wrapped in each others arms, our legs tangled beneath the sheets. We hadn't talked in over thirty minutes. It wasn't as if there was nothing left to say, it was that we didn't need words in order to converse. But the same thought had been troubling me for too long now and Bellamy knew it.

"Tell me."

"hmm" I try to say nonchalantly.

"Tell me what you are thinking about," Bellamy whispers in my ear. "Something is troubling you, Princess."

"I... I don't want you to go to the Mountain. Not after this."

"I have to Clarke."

"Well then let me come with you."

"You know you need to stay here. You can't leave. Not when the treaty is still vulnerable."

"I may be a princess Bellamy, but I can't rule without my king."

"And I might be a prince but I can't rule without my queen. So no matter how hard it is for you to stay, you must. And when I return we shall rule the land, together, and no one will ever see such a great as Kingdom as ours."

I look up into Bellamy's eyes. "I love you, Bellamy Blake."

"I love you too, Princess."