Okay, so I started getting prompts on tumblr and I thought I'd start posting them on my fics accounts. (I always forget about , but people like to read things on here too so I'll try to remember to cross post!)

Prompt from Kat (tracylorde) on tumblr: The way you said "I love you": when baking chocolate chip cookies.

Additional tags: fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions, baking

Hope you all enjoy it!

"Hey." Clarke smiled as she opened the door. Bellamy stood in front of her in casual clothing and a shopping bag in his arm.

"Hi." Bellamy replied, stepping inside her apartment when she moved to the side.

"Thank you so much for helping me," she said over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen. "You know I'm hopeless as baking." He chuckled and set the bag down on the counter.

When Clarke had volunteered to bake cookies for the hospital's bake sale, she hadn't really thought the idea through. She refused to buy cookies and play them off as her own, but she couldn't bake to save her life.

Luckily, she had a best friend who was decent at baking, and was willing to spare a few hours on a Sunday to help her.

"Yeah," he said as he pulled out ingredients from the bag. "We don't want a repeat of the gingerbread you tried to make at Christmas." He smirked and she groaned, hitting his shoulder lightly.

After washing their hands, they got started on baking.

"I thought we'd be best starting you off on something simple," he explained and she rolled her eyes. "We're just doing chocolate chip cookies."

"Okay." She said, nodding.

She stole a glance up at him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he measured the ingredients, like it did whenever her concentrated on the task in front of him. Clarke tried (and failed) not to stare.

Clarke wasn't sure when she developed feelings for her best friend, ages ago probably. She'd always known he was attractive, she knew it, he knew it, everyone knew it. For such a long time in their friendship she'd never been attracted to him, but then something clicked one day when she saw his face creased from laughing hard at something Miller had said and she felt her stomach do a weird flip. Now almost everything he did caused her stomach to do a weird flip, or her heart to flutter in her chest. Like now, his hair was falling in his eyes (he needed it cutting) and all she wanted to do was reach up and brush it out of his face. She was pretty sure she was in love with her best friend and he had no idea.

Clarke pushed those thoughts away; the bake sale was to raise funds for the children's oncology department and she doubted the kids would appreciate her showing up empty handed because she'd been drooling over her best friend.

"You okay?" Bellamy asked, turning his head towards her.

Clarke cleared her throat and started measuring out the flour for the cookies.

"Yeah." She replied, and if Bellamy noticed her voice sounded a little strained, he didn't comment.

"We should have bought more chocolate chips." Bellamy commented with a frown as he poured the packet into the bowl and Clarke started mixing.

"We'd have more if you hadn't eaten half of them." She grumbled, trying to hide a smile.

"You missed some chocolate by the way," she pointed out as he dusted the counter with flour.

"What? Where?" He moved past her to stand in front of the microwave to use it as a mirror. Clarke laughed as he continued to rub his face, getting flour all over himself. He scowled at her when he saw there was not chocolate on him. She clutched her sides laughing.

She opened her eyes and Bellamy had a mischievous glint in her eyes. She stopped laughing abruptly and stepped backwards when she realised he was edging closer to him.

"Bellamy…" She said in warning. She opened her mouth to say something else but before she could say anything a white cloud hit her right in the face.

She spluttered to try and get the flour out of her mouth and wiped it from her eyes.

"Bellamy!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, Clarke?" He asked innocently. She scowled and he laughed as more flour fell into her face from her hair.

"Oh. It's on, Blake." She told him as she reached across the counter to grab the flour bag.

Clarke's stomach was cramping from laughing so much. Flour was scattered all around her kitchen, the bowl of batter pushed to the side to be finished later. Every time she moved flour fell from someone on her body. It was in her hair, up her nose and in all the creases in her clothing. She honestly couldn't care less, she couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun.

Clarke edged slowly towards the corner of the room where Bellamy was trapped. His usually black hair was almost all white, and every time he moved his head a white halo would appear for a second as the flour fell from his curls. Bellamy looked around the small space round him, looking for an escape.

"Give it up, Bell," she said with a grin. "I've got you cornered." His eyes darted down to the bag of flour in her hand and she shook her head. Before he could lunge she threw a handful at his chest and giggled as lunged forwards. He grabbed her around the middle and she shrieked as he laughed. She wriggled to escape his grasp, but it was no use, Bellamy's hold was strong.

She stretched her arm out so he couldn't reach the flour bag. An idea struck and she brought the bag above his head. She shot him a smirk and he followed her gaze upwards and spotted the bag.

"Clarke…" He said in warning as she continued to smirk at him.

"Do you give in?" She asked and his eyes widened at her. She shook the bag so a trickle of flour came out.

"Truce!" He exclaimed and set her down. The flour had barely touched his hair, and it wasn't like he was already covered in flour.

"Wow Bell, you crumble like a cookie." She snickered and put the bag of flour down.

"Only because I love you." He said quickly under his breath. If Clarke hadn't been stood so close she wouldn't have heard him. Her eyes shot up to his.

"What?" She asked in wonder, searching his face. A slight pink tinge grew up his cheeks under all the flour.

"Uh?" Bellamy reached up to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous gesture, she knew. She raised an eyebrow at him, making him squirm under her gaze.

She stepped closer to him and Bellamy's eyebrows shot up. Not one to back down, Clarke stepped right into his space. Bellamy's breath hitched and she looked up into his eyes. His deep brown eyes that a moment ago had been filled with mirth, were now holding her stare in a serious but confused expression.

She tentatively reached up and cupped his cheek, wiping away the residual flour. Bellamy leaned into the contact subconsciously and Clarke took that as a good sign. He opened his mouth as if to say something and but thought better of it and snapped his mouth shut. Before she could back out, she tentatively reached up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. Bellamy didn't respond at first, and Clarke pulled away slightly her face heating up. At the loss of contact, Bellamy snapped into action and wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her flush against him. He reclaimed her lips with his and kissed her.

When they pulled apart, Bellamy still had his arms around her middle and Clarke had wound her arms up around his neck. Bellamy was practically beaming at her, and she was pretty sure her face looked the same.

"I love you too, by the way." She told him and he grinned again before kissing her soundly.

"We actually need to do these cookies." He told her in between kisses and she giggled against his lips. She pushed him away and he let out an involuntary whine.

"Come on, Bell," she smirked as she unwound herself form his arms and walked back to the forgotten cookie batter. "These cookies aren't gonna bake themselves." He rolled his eyes and started lining the trays with baking paper.

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