CLARKE:
He angered me. Why I put up with his crap all the time was beyond me. I was being idiotic and I was being weak. I didn't want anything from Finn Collins and I sure as hell didn't need it. From the second he embraced Raven I could only think of reasons to hate him, I didn't necessarily want to hate him, but I had to and I would, just for the sake of being stubborn. I stormed out of the supply room and tucked away the now ever crumpled map into my jacket pocket. I met Bellamy's dark eyes as I slumped towards where he was mingling with almost half of the 100's female population.
"Princess, how nice of you to honour me with your presence-" "Shut-up" I shot back at him furrowing my brow in frustration. Why did he always have to do that. I don't know why it hit me so hard every time he called me that. I knew he would whenever a conversation between the two of us arose, but it meant something to me I realised, hearing him call me something other than Clarke. He didn't call me by the name that everybody else knew me by. No, Bellamy Blake was no one to be a part of the herd, he called me a name that he knew I would respond to simply because it was his name for me. It was his, and I let him have it. He chuckled at my obvious reaction to the attention he had given me over the other women that surrounded him. "Had a long day?" "That's one way of putting it." I responded not knowing how much he would really read into that. He caught himself staring at me and wavered the other women off although some of them grunted at the realisation of my staying behind. "Your such an ass Bellamy, one motion of your hand and they're dismissed like servants. You may be a leader, but you are no better than anyone else here, you simply take charge and make them feel safe. Look I don't care if you want to frolic around with whomever it may concern, but just remember that you have absolutely no real power over these kids. They just see you and I as the only people who have the faintest idea of how to not die and i'm not even sure we do." "You say it as if they don't want it themselves Princess. They come to m- well no that's incorrect they came to me. I do not frolic. Despite what you may think about me I actually do have morales. I don't like taking advantage of people for my own benefit, I do not like being selfish-" "Yet that's all you seem to do. Yet that's all you seem to be Bellamy." Regret hit me like a bullet. Perhaps he was selfish some of the time, but in the end it had always turned out that he had everybody else's best interest at mind, and Octavia? I couldn't even begin to express the lengths he would go to for his sister. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean.. I didn't mean to say that." I said to him not meeting the deep eyes that I could never seem to read as they stood above me watching. "Yet you did." He neutrally sounded back at me before waltzing off into the darkness of his tent.
I sighed and walked away into the comfort of my own tent. I just kept causing unnecessary trouble for myself. Even as a child I never thought about what I was going to say before spitting it out for everyone to hear. More times then not I would get called out for saying something offensive to somebody, i've never been able to grasp the concept of knowing when to not talk. Whatever. No more sulking about stupid problems that I had brought upon myself. Just before I was about to let the exhaustion take over when someone walked into the tent. Instinctively I rolled out of bed and grabbed the knife that lay under my pillow every night and guarded me as I slept. But before I had the chance to take on the unexpected visitor he spoke up.
"Jesus Princess calm down, and you wonder why your not the one who has people lining up to come into her tent at night." He said to me jokingly as I let out a sigh of relief before realising I was just wearing a shirt and my bottom half was somewhat completely exposed. Fantastic. "On the other hand I don't reckon many of them have seen you in this state before, perhaps this would find you some followers." He looked me up and down before smiling in a way that almost said.. don't bother covering up I don't really mind. Or something like that. "You're impossible." I said to him never breaking eye contact. "What the hell are you doing in here Bellamy?" As I said it I felt something in my stomach, no, no in my head. I suddenly couldn't focus on anything, the room was spinning, I heard voices, Finns, my moms, my dads, and the most distinct of all. I heard Bellamy's voice laughing and talking about something to me that obviously made him content. I smiled at that before as sudden as death, the floor rose up to me and the last thing I remember was being held, by something strong, by him of course, the idiot had caught me. And then all was black.
BELLAMY:
I ran to her as fast as my legs would allow, I don't know why the impulse for me to stop her from hitting the floor was so demanding. I didn't even know her that well, all I knew was that I drove her mad, but somehow, somewhere in me I knew that knowing how to wind her up wasn't what made me need to catch her. In fact it was the opposite. It was the urge I felt to wind her down and take her away from her head and herself for a while, I know she thought that I was just being an ass, fuck maybe I was, but I knew in me that I was just doing it to her help her escape. What I felt for her was for another time I thought.. and with that I scooped her up with her head resting on my shoulder and lay her down on her bed. It was exhaustion and I knew it, I had been standing outside her tent at night, every night for the past three and I knew that she never slept. She was either drawing or crying and it killed me. I didn't know why. She was a rather ugly crier actually but the sounds got to me. It gave me this need to protect her at all costs. Whether I felt something more than partnership for her was still undetermined in my mind although I couldn't say the same for the rest of me. My body and my heart knew what they wanted.. and it was her. But for now, that didn't matter and for now.. maybe for ever. She wouldn't know, I heard her cry at night.. heard her sob and ache for someone to cry on and be held by. I wanted to be that person I did. But I wasn't worthy, she deserved someone who would always be there for her to cry on. Being impulsive, short tempered and overly determined myself, I wasn't sure if I could ever be that person. But she also deserved someone who was willing to try, and I was exactly that. Willing to try.
CLARKE:
He was attractive, not going to lie. I wasn't disappointed as to having him be the person asleep next to me when I woke up. But I was also a realist, damn it, he couldn't be in here holding me around the waist with his strong rough hands that were breed to kill. No, that wasn't possible. I studied him for a second, his hair and the pattern that it took when it draped across his eyes, mysterious. His jaw line was so perfectly defined it was enough to make me trace it with my fingers as he silently dreamed about a world better then this. His features were sharp and defined, all so perfect and proportioned to the rest of his body. Compared to me his was huge. Our bodies curled perfectly together as my bent knees fit perfectly into his pelvis and upper thighs. I was just the right height for my head to be on his chest and for his chin to on top of my head but still slightly flat out. He stirred but tightened his grip as if he was claiming me and my presence. I inhaled him, everything there was about him, his dirty musty smell that made him seem even stronger and his faint smell of soft flowers that had obviously come from the forest. Captivating. No, consuming. No, everything, in this moment, he was nothing short of everything.