So Clexa was pretty steamy in the recent ep, you can't really deny it; even if your a Bellarke fan thats dying on the inside. i thought I would try to write a Bellarke scene similar to the Clexa ones. Hopefully this will get you Bellarkers back on track and excited for their reunion!
Several days after Bellamy's triumphant return from Mt Weather, Octavia had filled him in on why Clarke had been acting so distant with him, as well as with the rest of the dissapointed 47. Jasper and Monty were especially concerned, as well as Abby. He just couldn't believe that Clarke had listened to Lexa of all people.
Love is Weakness, really? Bellamy snorted. "Thanks a bunch, Lexa" he spoke to the sky.
Unfortunately after the war with Mt Weather the Commander was no longer able to lead next to Clarke, so Bellamy had taken back his position as Clarke's second. It felt nice, to be back where he belonged; by Clarke's side, helping her lead their people. But she had changed, and since he had gone no one had been brave enough to step in and shake her out of whatever phase Lexa had pushed her into.
And so that's why he was walking over to her tent, planning out everything he was going to say. They needed the old Clarke back if they were going to survive any other obstacles that could be thrown their way. And since Abby and Octavia had been avoiding Clarke, Raven having been, well... 'busy' with Wick, and Jasper and Monty were too afraid to confront her, It was left up to him to talk her into snaping out of her cold demeanour.
Rather than knocking, Bellamy chose to barge into the tent. Clarke was standing over the large table, studying the map that showed them all of the Grounder clans locations. Bellamy cleared his throat and she turned around slowly, a pointed look addressing her features.
"What is it now?" Clarke sighed. He put his hands in his pockets and moved forward casually. So she was in a bad mood. He could see it in her posture; he way her fists clenched, how her back was slouched slightly. It was now or never, he thought helplessly.
"Love is weakness?" He saw her visibly stiffen, "Octavia filled me in on everything. That's why you sent me away, isn't it?"
Her blue eyes darkened and she moved forward, closing the distance between them. "She had no right! I told her not to say anything, and she-"
"Don't blame Octavia for this!" He could hear his voice rising but couldn't find it in himself to control it, "Did you really think that I wouldn't have been able to notice? Your not acting like yourself, Clarke, and it's been this way for a long time now".
"I'm doing what I need to do in order to make myself into a strong leader. That's what we need in order for our kind to survive"
"Your so wrong, Clarke!" Bellamy moved closer, until he was in her personal space. She took a small step back. "Hiding from what you feel is weak. Your a liar, Clarke. You felt something for Finn" he took a step forward, and she moved back, her eyes widening in alarm. She looked so trapped in that moment, that he nearly stopped his probing. But he reminded himself that Clarke needed this push.
"You cared about the 47 in Mt Weather, or else you wouldn't have started a war to go and get them back" he continued, taking the next step forward. She once again moved back.
"And I know that after everything we went through that you have feelings for me. You sent me away because you were afraid. You thought I was making you weak. But Clarke, your wrong. Love, and caring about other people can make you stronger. It gives you purpose, it makes you a stronger person...simply because you know that the people you love will be there for you. So don't tell me that love is weakness. It's not. You know it isn't, Clarke"
As the blonde took her final step back her knees hit the back of the table. Her hand reached out to grip its surface for balance, and Bellamy could see that she was visibly shaking, her full bottom lip trembling. But her blue eyes shone with defiance... A familiar defiance.
It was the exact same light that had been in her gaze once before, when he had told her that leaders should do what they thought were right. She had been so sure of herself, so considerate of how her decision would affect her people. It gave Bellamy hope, that he was actually getting somewhere with her.
"Get. Out." Clarke choked out, her breath dancing on his cheekbones. They both stared at each other, chests heaving, bodies trembling. Finally Bellamy spoke:
"Am I wrong about your feelings?" He sighed, "Am I wrong in saying that you care about me?"
"No" she whispered. He stared at her, surprised. He had been expecting her to continue playing her 'above it all' facade, but she had just admitted that she did care about him. Slowly, Bellamy leaned in even closer. He felt his nose brush against hers and she sighed.
"Maybe life should be more than about just surviving" he murmured, before closing the precious distance between their lips.
The kiss was slow, and as Bellamy put a hand on Clarke's neck she responded by moving her soft lips gently against his own. There tongues met and he pushed her further into the table, feeling every curve of her body pressed against his. He was pretty sure that he heard her moan when he bit her bottom lip gently, and his hands moved until they gripped her waist, pulling her front into his. He sighed into her at the friction before tilting his head to get better access to her lips.
Bellamy's lips lingered atop Clarke's for several seconds before disconnecting with a sensual pop. He tilted his head to the other side, intending on kissing her again when she reared back slightly. He opened his eyes slowly to see her looking up at him deeply, a pained expression clouding her features.
"Bellamy, look. I'm not... Ready to be with anyone. At least not yet" she said quietly. He hid his disappointment by smiling at her softly, cupping her face with his hand. Her eyes closed.
"Then I'll have to wait, won't I princess?"