He kissed her with an angry passion, transporting back to when he first saw her.
They were 13, then. She had pretty blond braids and a smiling face, while he was quiet with brown locks that covered his eyes. She radiated warmth and he had never wanted to know anyone like he wanted to know her. Unfortunately, he was on the shy side and restrained himself. She talked to Wells, and Finn knew that the other boy had a much better chance than he ever did.
The next time he saw her, he was 15. His shyness was fading away and her radiant smiled blazed with happiness. She was sketching a picture that he knew well, the picture of a beautiful day on earth before all of the radiation. She was pure beauty, everything he wanted. She was fierce, independent, and truly captivating. She had long lost the braids, but her smile had never faltered.
That is, until the day her father was floated. He was in his way to his cell after they had found him taking a space walk. Tears were streaming down her face and he had never wanted so badly to take her into his arms. He knew it was wrong, knew that it wasn't fair to Raven. But not a single person could hold a flame to Clarke.
She was it, he knew. There would be no other girl he truly loved.
In the heat of the moment he had pressed his lips to hers in a frenzied fashion. The kiss was desperate and searing; he started to get lightheaded. And soon they were far beyond kissing, and they gave themselves to each other. All of the wanting soothed and earning at bay.
She was his, finally, as he had always been hers.
All of his wanting and waiting had been well worth it.