wow guys, i'm so sorry about my mess! I accidentally replaced the first chapter for my other one shot (this is why you shouldn't publish things late at night
but here am I doing it again. oh weLL)
So here it is! Chapter 2, The Corny Stuff! (with capital letters!)
enjoy :)
So maybe everything was on the table now.
It was hard to hide beneath it when you had jumped on someone and covered them with kisses after you cried (and screamed) over their almost death.
Even harder to pretend it was all a very platonic thing, a very leader/second in command-ish relationship when you didn't see Indra or Abby or Jaha running around and jumping on anyone's arms.
However, It was also difficult to worry too much about that when all Clarke (and Bellamy, and everyone) could think about was that the wars (plural)were finally over. After years of fighting, arkers and their grounder allies had won.
When the night fell they were all together, either sitting by the fire, drinking and talking; or just walking around, breathing the fresh air with ease for once; grounders and sky people were at true peace, and the air tasted like relief and joy.
She found him a little far from the crowd, leaning against a tree as he watched the lake lit by the moon. He had this smile on his face that she had never seen before that day. It wasn't just sincere, it was clean, free.
Clarke watched him suddenly chuckle and shake his head slightly, still oblivious to her presence.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
Bellamy turned around and raised his eyebrows as she approached him grinning.
His smile turned into a smirk as he turned around so his back was to the tree, crossing his arms across his chest, "Nothing," he answered nonchalantly.
The girl stopped right in front of him and put her hands on her hips, "Really?" her eyes gleamed but he only furrowed his eyebrows in feign seriousness before nodding.
She rolled her eyes in amusement and looked at the lake, failing to control her smile. The smile that was plastered on her face ever since she realized how many people she loved and cared about were still alive and well.
And seeing Bellamy like this? So carefree and unashamedly happy? That was filling her with the warmest and fuzziest feelings she had ever experienced.
(That and the fact that overpowering any kind of emotion was impossible as the tension which surrounded their interactions was more palpable and blatant than it had ever been after that afternoon… after their little show – as Raven and Kane called it.
Yes. Kane.
The bastard actually had the nerve to raise his eyebrow at them over dinner, after Jasper had decided to make a toast to Bellamy and Clarke giggling like a little girl and the elder leader simply added, "After today's little show I think it's only fair" )
A chuckle broke her train of thoughts.
Clarke looked back at him and she swore he looked like the smuggest, most contented bastard she had ever met. She sent him a brief questioning look.
"You're so short, Clarke." he explained.
It took her a second to notice how her forehead was at his chin's level now that they were standing right in front of each other. She crossed her arms across her chest and managed to freaking pout
Clarke Griffin was not a girl, she was a force of nature and a powerful one at that. A force of nature that, by the way, turned his world upside down, took his heart and could do whatever she wanted with it.
And she was just so tiny.
She was also puckering her lips like he imagined little Clarke would do whenever people commented on her height. Adorable was a word he never thought he'd use to describe such a stubborn woman, but everything seemed to have changed that day.
While he contemplated that, the sky people fearsome leader turned around and hopped on top of a chopped tree trunk that was behind her, lifted her chin and puffed her chest in triumph, satisfied to find herself at the same height as his head.
"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow at her, taking a few steps closer.
She nodded her head vigorously, lips twitching up. Bellamy stopped once he stood right in front of her again, letting himself just stare at the way her eyes glinted with the small victory.
It took her breath away. The way he looked at her, all warm brown eyes with admiration. They were so soft, and he didn't try to hide them, didn't mind to make them determined and stilled like he used to before. The corner of his mouth turned up in a half grin, so affectionate and heartfelt it forced her to look away.
It made him laugh, and that sound was just so reverberant and mellow; her heart skipped a beat. There it was, the tender deep core of Bellamy Blake, out in the open for anyone to see.
(Or, out in the open just for her to see
Which shouldn't, and didn't, surprise her after those day events but was breathtaking all the same. )
She crinkled the bridge nose in response to his stupidly cute mockery, puffing her cheeks for good measure.
Then he kissed her nose. Out of the blue, out of nowhere, suddenly and without warning the –oh, so sombre and broody- co leader of the 100 smooched her on the freaking nose.
The blonde looked back at him with wide eyes and red cheeks, "Who are you right now?!"
He looked down at his feet, "You're one to talk," he mumbled in amusement, teasing her about their little (huge) moment earlier.
Clarke bit her lip as she remembered the taste of his skin against hers.
(Fair enough.)
The boy suddenly took both her hands and interlaced their fingers. She snapped her head to look at them in awe. It took her a moment to stop relishing the feeling of his palm against hers and she had to blink once or twice to focus.
"What were you thinking about?" she changed the subject, asking him that question again because no, she wasn't going to let go.
(And two could play the teasing game)
The elder Blake sighed. After a beat, he answered, "I'm happy... So I was thinking about that."
The girl blinked slowly, taking it in, before shaking her head and subconsciously wiggling their linked hands around, "That's not it."
He furrowed his eyebrows but the little smirk tugging at his lips told her she was he was happy, it was beyond obvious. She had never seen him like this (and neither had Octavia). Everyone was beyond happy, they didn't need to think about it if they breathed and lived it.
He turned his head to the left and opened his mouth as if to say something, before closing it again. He pressed his lips together again, containing their new found habit of quirking up. Then he stared back at her again.
"You. I was thinking about you."
Her cheeks had barely returned to their normal colour and they were pink all over again. There it was, the intense gaze that made her stomach squirm and every single nerve buzz.
And, okay, considering what had transpired that day, considering that she had been thinking about too, she shouldn't have been shocked. But Bellamy always managed to do just that without even trying.
"Well, you asked." He explained casually, with a gorgeous grin.
His co-leader stared at him in mock annoyance. Oh, that little-
Then the smirk she gave him could end his life and all of his existence right there.
"Are you in love with me, Bellamy Blake?"
There.
Right when he thought they could just banter after their not-so-secretly-hidden-anymore feelings, she had to up the game.
His eyes widened for a second before he took a deep shaky breath and composed himself, managing to look aloof, "No." he crossed his arms, "I just like to think from time to time about how much you annoy me, princess. You know, that little scene today completely ruined my reputation."
Clarke looked away and faked a sigh "Well, that is a shame." Her eyes soon found his again, "Because I'm in love with you."
The girl let the words hang in the air.
Then, she jumped off the tree trunk and turned to leave as he stood there, frozen.
Clarke proceeded to take a few giddy steps, when she felt a hand on her wrist, yanking her around and crashing her to his chest. She buried her face in his shirt trying to supress the girliest giggles she had ever felt the need to release and hide the stupid expression she was wearing.
Then he kissed her neck. Slowly, deliberately.
(and she would deny until the end of her days, but she freaking whimpered)
Clarke felt them moving backwards as he trailed his mouth on her neck warmly, making everything in her tingle.
(and there were the girly giggles plus some heavy breathing. And maybe those things didn't use to mingle on Clarke's head but now they made so much sense)
His lips found her shoulder and she exhaled loudly, his breath on her skin as she put her arms around him and held onto his back almost painfully.
Her back hit something dense that she figured was a tree, when he tilted his head back to look at her. The idiot had the biggest smile she had ever seen
( and he could say the same about her. )
Then his eyes focused on her lips and her stomach fluttered. Bellamy got closer, towering over her, grabbing her by the waist as she clutched his shirt. They leaned in...and the rest was history
I deserve death by a thousand cuts after this
but, you know, i don't make the rules. It was the "anything but the lips" trope afterall
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