"Mhm…I can get used to this."
Clarke said as she snuggled closer to Bellamy. He in turn, tightened his embrace around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. Placing a kiss on her cheek he chuckled.
"And here I thought you didn't like the great outdoors." He whispered into her ear.
"Psst. It's the smell of fish that bothersome, this is quite different." Clarke replied chastised.
"Oh? Tell me one thing Princess. Where do fishes come from if not the ocean?"
"Fine, you're right. It's a wonderful idea. The ocean is quite lovely, and I cannot really smell the stink of fishes. It's relaxing here." Clarke said with a sigh.
Suddenly, Bell was shuffling out of their entanglement. Stilling his legs by placing her hands on him, she turned around, just enough to see him face to face.
"And where are you going?"
"Why to get my diary of course."
"And why in the seven seas would you want to do with a diary now?" Clarke asked as she arched her eyebrow.
Seeing her confusion written on her face, Bell simply grinned and settled down again. Pushing her small frame against his body he spoke in a husky voice, tickling her ears.
"Well, it's not everyday Clarke Griffin admits defeat. I need to document it properly for future references."
Clarke banged her head against his chest in protest, and he let out a little grunt to Clarke's satisfaction.
"Fine, you do that. Note though, this is the one and only time you're right. Because you got it all wrong once again."
Hugging her closer, Bellamy asked.
"Please do enlighten me, you're highness."
"It's not Clarke Griffin anymore. It's Clarke Griffin Blake, you're fool. Have you already forgotten?"
Raising her hand upwards so the both of them could look at the silver band glinting in the moonlight.
"I've became a Blake the moment you slid this tiny thing on my finger."
Grabbing her outstretched hand, he turned her around. Placing a kiss on her ring, he looked up mischievously.
"I beg your forgiveness, your royal highness. Let me make it up for you."
"And how would a poor peasant like you ever be able to do that?"
"Like you've said. I'm poor, I've got not a name, not a home that I can offer you. The only thing I do can offer, which is fully mine by right, is my body."
Bellamy had started to kiss her now. His hands were carefully untugging her clothes. It felt good, but she would not let him get away that easily. Slapping his naughty hands away, she waited till she caught his eye.
"And what made you think, I want your body?"
"I know."
Bellamy resumed undressing her. But she would not have it. Increasing the distance between them, she held out her hand in protest.
"How do you know?"
Bellamy let out a sigh and then ran his hand through those beautiful locks of his.
"Because love, your heart says so."
"And how do you know what lies in my heart? You're a heart whisperer now?" Clarke asked amused.
"It's not something as complicated. This is simple. Love, I know what your heart wants simply because I can feel it beating in here," he pointed at his chest. "It's beating so much I'm afraid of a heart failure at any given moment."
"So, you're having heart problems. Still does not explain why you claim that I want you." Clarke retorted stubbornly.
"Love, it's your heart right here," he now placed his palm across his chest, where the heart would have been.
"I've long given you my heart and you, you've given me yours. Now, let's stop this nonsense, and come over here. It's getting chilly. You don't want me to actually get a heart failure, do you?"
Clarke was tempted to say that this had been his idea, to cruise around in late autumn. But she was getting cold, and she did miss his warmth. Shrugging her removed her top completely and laid herself in his warm embrace.
