Summary: Bellamy physically relaxes at her touch, his free hand wrapping around her calf as he kisses the hand he's holding. "I'm sorry," He says again. He's realized his feelings for her shortly after she left because of Mt. Weather, but it wasn't until now did he realize the depth. He loved her. He was in love with her. Takes place during 3x05, when they argued in Arkadia. Instead of handcuffing her, he does something different. One shot!

"Now I'm done."

Bellamy glances as Octavia as she leaves momentarily before cutting his gaze back to Clarke. Her eyebrows are drawn together, a look of concern on her face. The face he used to know so well.

"Go easy on Octavia," Clarke was the first to speak. Bellamy's gaze is unwavering. "I had to beg her to get me into camp." Clarke begins to smile, as if this is all a joke, and it infuriates him.

"What are you doing here, Clarke?" Bellamy's arms are crossed tight against his chest, and her smile disappears.

"We need to talk."

"Oh," Bellamy says incredulously, waving a hand in her direction. "You've decided that? The mighty wanheda: who chose the grounders over her own people, who turned her back on us when we came to rescue you. Now you wanna talk!"

Clarke takes a few steps forward. "I came to tell you that the Ice Nation has paid the price. Justice has been served for the attack on Mt. Weather. I came here to tell you it's over."

"There it is again," He says, looking at the ground, the space between their feet. "Why do you get to decide it's over?" His eyes find hers again, and they're angry. Angry at her.

"We did our part," Clarke says softly.

"We?" Bellamy asks in either disbelief or clarification, Clarke didn't know. She didn't know him well enough to decipher his moods anymore.

"Lexa and I," She says. "The Ice Queen is dead. The problem was solved, and then you let Pike ruin everything."

Bellamy heard enough. He crosses the room to stand in front of her, staring her down. "Why are you here, Clarke?"

Silence sets in before Clarke finally speaks. "Arcadia needs to make things right. Or Lexa and the twelve clans will wipe us out."

"Let her try," He says instantly, and she's in disbelief.

"Please tell me that going to war is not what you want." She's shaking her head at him, begging him. He just looks at her, and she knows his answer.

"We've been at war since we landed," Bellamy says, and he doesn't know why, but his voice is gentler, as if he's trying to cushion the realization for her. "At least Pike understands that."

"Pike is the problem!" Clarke fights. "This isn't who you are."

"You're wrong," He's fast to correct her, the volume in his voice rising with every word. "This is who I've always been... And I let you, and Octavia, and Kane convince me that we could trust these people when they have shown over and over who they are, and I won't let anyone else die for that mistake."

"Bellamy..." Clarke starts, hoping to calm him down. "I need you. And we don't have much time."

"You need me." He deadpans, not believing a word she says.

"Yes," She breathes. "I do. I need the guy who wouldn't let me pull that lever in Mt. Weather by myself."

"You left me. You left everyone."

"But Bellamy-"

"Enough, Clarke!" He's yelling at her now, and she flinches back. "You are not in charge here. And that's a good thing because people die when you're in charge. You were willing to let a bomb drop on my sister. Then, you made a deal with Lexa who left us in Mt. Weather to die, and forced us to kill everyone who helped us! People who trusted me!"

"I just..." Clarke tries to explain, but she can't bring herself to, her mouth agape as Bellamy shakes his head, turning away from her. She sits down, her eyes trained on the floor as she tries again. "I'm sorry."

With that, he turns to face her again, and she's hopeful as she speaks again. "I'm sorry for leaving. I knew I could, because they had you."

Clarke gasps as she turns away, to not let him see her break down. Bellamy looks at the floor by his feet. He didn't want to make her cry. He breathes in deeply before walking over to her, crouching in front of her. He takes her hand in his, and she holds on to him tightly, both of her hands wrapped around his wrist. Clarke smiles.

"I know we can fix this."

His eyes are transfixed on their intertwined hands, and it takes effort to look her in the eye again. "I'm sorry too."

Clarke smiles through her tears, and he feels a small pang of guilt. He went too far with her. He didn't mean to make her this upset.

Bellamy swallows, his throat dry. "I didn't... I didn't mean to blame you. For everything that's happened, I mean. I'm just as much at fault. I'm sorry, it wasn't fair."

Her sad smile grows as he leans forward, resting his forehead on their hands. Clarke removes the hand on top of his and places it on the nape of his neck, her fingers tentatively playing with his hair, fond of the easy curls.

Bellamy physically relaxes at her touch, his free hand wrapping around her calf as he kisses the hand he's holding. "I'm sorry," He says again. He's realized his feelings for her shortly after she left because of Mt. Weather, but it wasn't until now did he realize the depth. He loved her. He was in love with her.

Clarke pulls gently on his hair, and he lifts his head to look at her. His face is dirty from exploration and tanned from hours out in the harsh sun, but it was hard. She missed how easy it was to make him smile. She missed the admiration he always had in his eyes when he looked at her or talked about her.

She pulls him closer to her, letting go of his hand to hug him around his neck. He instantly moves to appease her, dropping one knee to the ground to rest his thighs from his squatting position as he hugs her back. A hand goes to the back of her neck, under her hair, while the other wraps around her back.

"I missed you," He whispers, breathing into her hair. She hums in response, and he figures she's crying again when she curls her fingers into the fabric of his jacket, not letting him move an inch away.

Carefully, Clarke turns her head, pressing her lips to his cheek, testing the waters. He exhales, turning just slightly towards her kiss.

Her feelings for him have always been complicated. She was attracted to him from the get-go, just like every other girl on Earth was, but it ran deeper than that. It always has. She notices how his face always softens when he talks to her, and how his gaze lingers when he doesn't realize she's watching. And she liked it, knowing she might possibly just be his weakness. She missed him when she was trapped in Mt. Weather and she missed him when she left camp. Was it love? She wasn't sure. Come to think of it, she may not even know what love meant. Surely she felt something with Lexa deep within her heart, when the commander kissed her, but what she had with Bellamy was different...

She kisses him again, this time at the corner of his mouth, the edge of her lips barely touching his. Bellamy shivers, daring not to move, anticipating her next move.

Clarke pulled back just slightly, and she noticed his eyes were shut as she rested her nose against his. He was at peace in this moment with her, and it charmed her.

Hesitantly, she tilted her head to the side and forward, kissing him on his mouth this time. His lips were just as cautious as hers, scarcely kissing her back.

Bellamy was the one to pull back this time, and she had to force her eyes open to look at him. His gaze was burning, and a blush rose from her neck to her ears as he stared at her.

A rough hand from her neck moved to her cheek, his thumb caressing her just like it had when Bellamy found her bound and gagged in the cave.

Clarke pulls him to her again by the collar of his jacket, and he moves easily, the hand that was resting on her back moving to her other cheek. She kisses him again, and this time, he responds, properly kissing her back.

Her brain is fuzzy and her head is swimming as he kisses her, her skin getting hotter with each peck. His lips are so full of emotion, so full of months without her that she doesn't even realize that her fingers are aching from how hard she's gripping his jacket.

"Take this off," She breathes when his lips move to her jaw, pulling on the collar. He rids himself of the jacket without skipping a beat, his hands returning to her face once it's strewn on the floor. The fingers by his neck dip under the collar of his t-shirt, and he shivers.

"Come here," His voice is raspy as he gently pulls on her, standing from the floor. She follows suit, and he has to bend down just slightly to kiss her again.

Her hands are wild, one hand clamping down on his broad shoulder, the other running down his chest before settling on his hip. She flicks the hem of his t-shirt up, allowing her fingers to skim the skin just above the waistline of his pants. His muscles tighten as he momentarily stops breathing, and she smiles into the kiss when he gets brave and places his hands on her hips, pulling her closer.

Bellamy finally breaks away when Clarke's hands move back up his chest, under his shirt. "Clarke..."

No. No, no, no, no, she thinks repeatedly, desperately pulling him back to her when he steps away. She can't lose him again this quickly. She needs him.

"Don't leave me." She realizes she's terrified, uncomfortably aware that he can leave right now and never come back. She clings to him, trying to prevent him from moving away again. He laughs, mystified. Oh how she had missed his laugh.

"I was just going to say..." He trails off, grabbing the hand that has taken a liking to the front of his shirt, lifting it and wrapping it around his neck. "I'd rather not get caught kissing you in this room."

She melts when she hears him speak, his usual rough voice warm and low at her ear. "Then take me somewhere where we won't get caught."

His eyes blow wide and his eyebrows shoot up in amusement at her suggestion. "Okay."

Bellamy pulls away from her again, and she allows him to move this time as he nears the door. It slides open, and he sticks his head out to check who's in the hall. He spots just a few people, but no one important as he waves Clarke to him. He grabs her hand as he hastily leads her out of the room he was supposed to hold her in until Pike could get to her.

Clarke keeps her head down as he navigates her surely through the less used corridors, trying to remain undetected.

Another door slides open, and when she looks up, she notices she's in a barrack. Luckily, no one else is here.

He turns back to her and allows her to wrap herself around him as she pulls his face down to hers to kiss him. Clarke presses her body against his, deprived of his warmth for so long. The feeling must be mutual, because a large hand slides across her back before settling on her hipbone, pushing her backwards until her spine hits the wall.

It's as if she's under an unbreakable spell as she pulls on his shirt, forcing it up and over his head. She pulls back slightly, allowing herself to take in the view of strong arms and a lean chest. Her hands run up his chest from belt to neck, and he shudders, pulling her close again.

He whispers something in her ear, but she's too frazzled to compute as he hooks a long finger in one of her belt loops, beckoning her to follow him as he walks backwards to a bed, presumably his. She makes sure to lie down first, craving the weight of his body on her. Bellamy props himself up on his elbows above her, wedging his hips between her legs. He's staring down at her, his heart in his throat as she smiles at him.

"It's okay." She's not sure what exactly she is reassuring, but her hands reach up to wrap around his biceps, pulling him down onto her.

His fingers go to the hem of her shirt, and she realizes he must have taken her jacket off earlier as he lifts her shirt over her head, tossing it to the foot of the bed. Her hand reaches around to unclasp her bra, and he watches her carefully as she removes it, allowing him to take it off.

He does it slowly, his hands gentle as he slides the cotton straps down her arms, his eyes never leaving hers. When he discards it, his calloused hands grip her sides softly, his lips going straight to the valley between her breasts. Clarke's head tilts back into the pillow as she lets out a long exhale, her nerves on fire as his lips move over her chest, her hands going up to tangle themselves in his unruly hair.

It brings her back to the night she had in the bunker with Finn. He did the same thing to her then Bellamy is doing to her now, but again, with Bellamy, it's different. He's more gently, almost more careful. As if he's putting her wants before his.

Clarke squirms under him, and she sighs when he takes the hint, his fingers making quick work on the button of her pants. Bellamy grips the fabric by her knees and pulls down, letting her wriggle out of the offending item of clothing. When her legs are free, she brings a leg up to wrap around his waist, and he groans when she pulls him closer on top of her.

Bellamy's hand slides up her thigh as he kisses her again, his want apparent from his erratic heartbeat she feels against her chest. Clarke uses her feet to pull down on his pants, getting them to mid thigh before he slips out of them.

"I love you," He says suddenly, and he sighs in relief as she pulls him closer after his proclamation, watching her inch her panties down her legs.

"I know."

"I want you to stay with me." His head is swimming and his mind is reeling as her fingers hook under the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down swiftly.

"I will."

He doesn't pry and doesn't ask her to specify whether she meant tonight or forever, because when he looks down at her and sees her eyes shut and her mouth open in an obscene 'O', it doesn't really matter in this moment.

She guides him forward, and he enters her, a hand anchored to her hip as she whimpers. They fit together perfectly, and she wants to say something about it, but his hips are already rocking against hers, and she just can't form a coherent sentence.

Clarke's nails dig into the skin of his shoulder blade as he thrusts, and he bites down on her neck gently to swallow his groan. Her hips are already moving in tune with his, and a hand snakes under her, grabbing a handful of her ass as he pulls her closer.

A mix of a giggle and a moan escapes her parted lips as her hands trail down his back, her fingers crossing smooth ridges and plains formed by muscle as he sets a steady rhythm.

Bellamy dips to kiss her neck as his hips become more erratic, and she shivers in delight as he sucks on her neck, letting out another moan as she squeezes his arms. His free hand goes to caress her face again, and he angles his hips just right to where she has to slap a hand over her mouth, trying to prevent them from being compromised.

He pries her fingers from her mouth, the look on his face desperate as he makes love to her. "I want to hear you," He murmurs in her ear, his voice strained.

Clarke feels the coil in her abdomen tighten, and she grits her teeth as she grinds against his hips. A fever-like blush spreading across her body like a blossoming bruise as his teeth nip at her neck again, and she loses it.

She pulls him tight against her as she comes, and she doesn't disappoint as she moans, her body spasming against his, causing his finish to follow closely behind.

Bellamy's hands clamp down on her hips as he finishes, shaking as his head is buried in the crook of her neck, holding her still. He cries out against her skin, his breath raising goosebumps on her sweaty skin.

He eventually rolls off of her, and she feels very naked as she lays there, unsure of what to do.

"Clarke..." Bellamy is the first to break the silence, his voice noticeably torn as he wills her to look at him. She rolls over, facing away from him, effectively ending the awkward conversation.

She must have fallen asleep, because when she opens her eyes again, the rest of the room black, a small candle flickering light on the table by Bellamy's bed. The moon is shining through the port window, and she still hasn't quite gotten over just how tiny it is from Earth.

She feels fingers on her spine as she lay on her stomach, gently trailing up and down her back at a steady pace. A blanket is placed over her, exposing everything above her hips.

"You turn 24 soon," She says softly, her eyes trained on the wall opposite of his bed. Bellamy leans down to kiss the spot between her shoulder blades. She shivers, warmth spreading through her body as she closes her eyes.

"I do," He murmurs, his fingers going back to running up and down the groove of her spine.

It always amazed her, how often she forgot he was an adult. War made it seem like they were all the same, even if he was five years her senior. He was always so sure of himself, his actions. He was always so sure of her.

"I'm sorry," She whispers, willing herself not to cry as she bites down on her lip. Bellamy's hand flattens against her back and he moves closer, throwing his arm around her bare waist, pulling her closer to his chest. She wanted to say more, but he already understood what she meant.

"We'll get through this," He tells her gently, kissing her shoulder. She turns to him, pressing her chest against his, nuzzling her head into his strong chest. She never felt so safe. "We always do, Princess."

WOW OKAY I JUST LOVE BELLARKE

Anyways, I made it a point to have Clarke not say I love you because honestly, I don't think she does quite love him yet. Obviously she loves him, but I don't think it's quite made that jump to being in love yet. Bellamy, on the other hand, has been in love with this girl since the beginning of season 2 lmao

Please review! It means a lot, and who knows, I might just turn this into a full story :)