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Drip…

Drip…

Drip…

Drop…

He's watching me again. I can feel it. His gaze completely focused on every inch of my body, memorizing every mole and every scar, and once he's finished with his inspection he does the same thing that he always do. Pretends that nothing ever happened. But we both know it's not true…after all when he's not watching me, I'm watching him.

This whole game started the day Cadet Bellamy Blake was assigned as her guard whenever the prisoners in the Sky Box were allowed to take a shower during the cell inspections. The Ark and its regulations were perfectly clear that prisoners weren't allowed to be alone, even in such small quarters like a shower, without guards keeping an eye on them.

Of course, with her being put in solidary confinement, Clarke showered alone in a tiny compartment and had only one guard watching her while making sure she didn't try to do any funny business. That's where he watching her like a hunter watches its prey comes in, but at the same time looked at her with gentleness and longing that made this whole thing seem more than just fascination alone.

At first she tried to ignore the whole thing, which wasn't difficult to do since she wasn't insecure about displaying her nudity or the fact that a man just a few years older than her was watching. Better him than senior guards that looked at me with perversion and lust.

However her ignorance could only stand for so long and it was only then she began sneaking glances at him while he pretended he wasn't watching her. He was handsome with dark brown curls pulled back and rich brown eyes. He even had adorable freckles that she couldn't help but smile over. It was ridiculous really because ever since she had been arrested and charged with treason she hadn't had any reason to smile, but this cadet had done it and without even trying to.

Stop it. She shook her head and tried to focus on washing out the shampoo from her hair, even though the shampoo was already out, but it was useless. This nagging feeling just wouldn't go away and it was threatening to explode if she didn't do something about it. That's it. Just get it out of your system.

Turning off the shower knob making the water stop, Clarke stepped out of the tiny shower and with quick and frustrated steps walked up to the cadet, who had been oblivious to everything that was going on until she was right in front of him completely naked, and then grabbed a hold of his collar and pulled him down to kiss him right on the lips.

He staggered back, completely shocked over the sudden action, especially since there had been no interaction between them prior, but didn't push her away. Instead his hands moved down to her hips as he kissed her back gently but full of heat. She moaned as her hands lost its grip on the collar and moved to lace her fingers through his hair, tugging him even closer.

It didn't take long before Bellamy had her pinned against wall and clearly wanted to do more than simply kissing her senselessly. Which is why she without even putting much thought or effort to it, wrapped her legs around his waist – feeling his arousal as clear as day. He in return supported her by keeping a firm hold on her ass, which made her moan with pleasure once again. However it would seem the sound made him snap out of their public display and he pulled away instantly like he suddenly realized she had the plague or something.

Bellamy ran a hand through his messed-up hair, panting heavily. "What the hell was that?!"

You tell me. Clarke shrugged, hiding her hurt and disappointed feeling behind an expressionless face. But I think that was something wonderful as well as terrifying as hell.

Still she didn't answer his question and instead moved past him in order to retrieve a towel that was lying on the steel bench. Then wrapped the towel around her, drying herself in order to prevent catching a cold or worse, and quietly resumed the routine of drying and redressing herself in a clean set of clothing. Meanwhile Bellamy, still clearly shocked and exasperated with himself for what had just happened, managed to remain silent the entire time. However she once again felt his eyes watching her as she put on her clothes. I guess as much as it shames you about what happened you still continue to watch me.

"Cadet Blake?" Clarke said, tilting her head slightly to the side. "You may bring me back to my cell. I believe the guards are finished searching the place and washing the drawings off the walls."

Her only means of an escape from her lonely and harsh reality was through fantasying and drawing pictures on the walls and on the floor. It was the only thing that kept her from losing her mind and trying to take the shortcut and take her own life rather than wait the next couple of months before she was put on trial and her life was depending on a fifty-fifty chance whether her crimes could be forgiven by the council or not. Although I fear that my chances of survival is wimbling since I am, unlike the rest of the kids in the Sky Box, charged with treason and with everything I know the council wouldn't risk letting me be able to walk around and tell the people the truth they deserve. So it's pretty much a waiting game that leads up to my execution that my own mother can't save me from despite being on the council.

Bellamy just stared right at her, no emotion or anything betraying his face or body language, which she found to be personally unnerving as they didn't really know each other and that he rejected her before, however just as she was about to leave with or without him he suddenly reacted and grabbed her arm and pushed her back to the wall. Then he tilted his head and leaned in to kiss her senselessly. Unlike the last time, she was the one who was caught off guard with his kiss and struggled to regain control until she finally gave up and kissed him back, moving her arms around his neck and her fingers running playfully in his curls.

They didn't know how long the kiss lasted, because to them it seemed like mere seconds, but eventually Bellamy ended the kiss. However he didn't pull away from her and instead rested his forehead against hers, while breathing close enough for her to feel his breath brush her cheeks, and closed his eyes like he was facing some kind of defeat. Which is particularly odd since I can't really see him being defeated that easily, unless certain things called upon it that is, which I don't think is the case here. But then again I could be wrong.

Apparently that didn't seem to be the case at all concerning since a couple of seconds later Bellamy whispered softly, "This shall be our secret…"

Clarke was stunned on belief over what he was implying. After all she wasn't an idiot and could easily tell that this relationship or whatever the hell it was he wanted to continue it, albeit in secrecy. She understood why he wanted it to be a secret because if the council or anyone else found out about it they both would be floated without a second thought. Still I want to continue this, whatever the hell this is. After all I want to live my life, especially knowing that I will be floated the day I turn eighteen and I receive my trial for my crimes.

"Yeah," Clarke murmured before she pecked him on the lips. "Our little secret."

He smiled lovingly at her and then took a step back and told her that he needed to bring her back to her cell. She understood, although she wanted secretly to continue their make-out session and see if it would escalate to something more, but she quickly fixed up her appearance in order to look like she indeed had just finished a shower rather than doing something else entirely then waited quietly for Bellamy to place the handcuffs on her before proceeding to escort her back to lonely and dreary confinement. Nothing had changed, not really since she was still a prisoner waiting for her execution, but she regained something she thought she had lost the moment she watched her father get arrested and floated into space, the ability to feel something else besides pain, guilt and heart shattering sorrow. And I think, or rather I hope that it is because of him. It's because of Bellamy that I have something to look forward to now besides the inevitable pain and death that is in my future.

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Okay, I really hope that you guys liked this story. Initially I wrote this thinking that it would be a short-long length story consisting around six to eight chapters, but now I'm conflicted whether I should do so or not since my other Bellarke story Devotion is hard enough for me to write since it takes a lot of my time and creativity to make it workable (seriously it seems that whenever I write something in this genre I use more effort than I normally would).

With reviews, favourite and/or followings, maybe then I will reach a conclusion whether to pursue this story as initially planned or not. But nevertheless just tell me what you guys think. It helps more than you know.

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