100 One Shots #1
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A/N: I had this uploaded before but it wasn't beta'd, now I have an awesome beta and I give my thanks to her for editing this!
Peaceful In The Rain
Clarke sat under the thin, brightly colored fabric of the canopy they'd constructed from some of salvaged parachutes. It hovered over the opening of the drop ship, lending a cover from the elements, but also allowed them an unobstructed view of camp.
It was raining, not heavily, but enough that puddles were quickly forming. The steady drum of the small drops as they pelted the metal created a soft staccato that had to be the most relaxing thing Clarke had ever heard. That's why she was seated on the ramp while the rest of the kids had taken shelter in their tents or the interior of the drop ship.
A cold wind blew, whipping her blonde hair and tickling her cheeks. It seeped into her very bones, but didn't discourage her from remaining where she was and watching the gentle downpour.
This was one of her favorite things about earth, how the rain would fall and cleanse the land. It made her believe in second chances, in new beginnings. They needed those things, the 100 delinquents sent to the ground to save their people.
The smell alone makes her feel clean, even though not one drop has touched her skin. It's a mixture of damp bark and damp earth, and has her inhaling deeply. The trees sway softly with each gust of wind, their leaves rustling and their limbs waving. The rain's set in for the day, evident in the slow moving gray clouds above.
Clarke sighs, her breath coming out in a frozen puff. She feels at peace for the first time in days, like the reasons for her fear and worry are miles away- washed away by the cascading drops.
"Beautiful," a voice sounds behind her causing her to jump. She spins around, one hand covering her racing heart, to find Bellamy staring at her.
"You scared me," Clarke says in mild irritation, dropping her hand.
Bellamy smirked, his gaze moving from her to the rain and where it dripped steadily from the hand-made canopy. He likes to annoy her, but his reasons have changed over time. In the beginning he did it because he was afraid of his feelings for her, now it's just because he thinks she looks beautiful when she's angry.
Clarke watches him, taking in how his damp brown curls stick to his forehead and neck- his chocolate colored eyes studying the clouds. He was handsome, she'd have to admit, with his bronze skin and the liberal dusting of freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks.
He could be intimidating with those dark eyes, but she can see the softness behind them that he tries to hide. She's seen it from the beginning when he's with his sister, in the way he tried to save Charlotte, and recently when he looks at her.
"See something you like," Bellamy says smugly, pulling Clarke from her thoughts.
She turned away, trying to keep him from seeing the blush that was beginning to rise up her neck to stain her cheeks. He sat down beside her, and she could feel his gaze- soft as a gentle caress- on the side of her face.
"Now who's staring," Clarke says, turning to face him, brushing a few damp curls from his forehead, "You're going to catch a cold if you don't dry your hair."
Bellamy shivers involuntarily at her touch, closing his eyes. When they open again, they're darker than usual and Clarke can feel them burning into her own.
"I trust you to take care of me," he says huskily.
"I'd rather you stay healthy," she replies, garnering a soft laugh from the man beside her.
He turned back to watch the rain that's coming down more steadily now. They'd never appreciated rain on the Ark, hadn't even known what it felt like. He was fascinated with it now.
The way it darkened the bark of the trees, glistened on the thick, green moss, and filled the barrels they'd set out to catch the much needed moisture. Unlike the Ark, the earth replenished itself. Everything here was self-sufficient, from the tall pine trees to the animals that ghosted through the forest.
Clarke shivered beside him, rubbing her hands together trying to regain some warmth in her digits.
"Are you cold," Bellamy asked.
She nodded, watching as Bellamy quickly rose to retrieve one of the bright orange blankets. He wrapped it around them, his arm snaking around her waist to pull her closer.
Clarke sat stiff for a moment, trying to ignore the heat radiating from his side that slowly seeped into her body. She gave up moments later, succumbing to his warmth and melting into him with a sigh.
"Thank you," she whispered, snuggling further into his chest.
His arm tightened around her, pulling her closer as he rested his chin atop her head, "My pleasure, Princess."
Clarke didn't miss the gentle press of his lips to her forehead. She froze for half a second before looking up at him, a bright small blossoming on her face. Time seems to stop as he leaned down and his lips met hers.
She's slow to respond, but that doesn't seem to bother him. His touch is gentle, and soon she's kissing him back with equal fervor. He deepened the kiss, and for the first time since coming to the ground Clarke felt true happiness.
Suddenly she began to believe that everything was going to be ok. They were going to survive, save their people, and build a life here in this beautiful place. They were fine, better than fine.
Bellamy broke the kiss, and Clarke couldn't help but smile and snuggle against his chest. They watched the rain together, both with a renewed sense of hope and a belief that they could do this because they had each other, and together they could accomplish anything.
A/N: Thank you for reading, please go check out my newest story Kingdom of Shadows that I am co-writing with AvengerGirl17!
-Lin