And we're back! After a long and hard exam season, it is now the time to continue the story! I've been lacking a little incentive lately to finish the series so I apologize if the chapters are coming out a little slower. Hopefully I'll find my mojo again and start typing away (reviews and feedback really help haha!) and thank you for the guest who reviewed, it means a lot to see interest!

This chapter is written in both Bellamy and Rachelle's perspective so hopefully you guys will enjoy the same situation in both of their heads. I had a lot of fun writing this one and this chapter might have a little bit (not really) of explicit content. I find intimate and emotional stuff quite hard to write so hopefully I'm conveying their emotions through to each other successfully! Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Bellamy's POV

Bellamy couldn't read her. Rachelle's teary eyes were glistening, staring straight at him, with the most confused expression on her face. The room was audibly silent to him, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest he swore even she could hear it. He knew these feelings he had were in there, and that they had been there for a while, but he never let them come out as he supressed them to protect the strong yet fragile relationship they had developed. Bellamy finally moved when he saw her struggling to get up, and he assisted her. She was now sitting in front of him, facing him with those same eyes. Of all the silent moments they had experienced, this was by far the worst for Bellamy. He was waiting, waiting for her to say something, to reject him, to accept him, to say anything.

"Why me?" She questioned him. "I promised myself on the day my mother and people died, that I would not love again. Love equals weakness, that's always been the grounder way," she said with a shaky voice, "But why is it that when you touch me, talk to me, or comfort me, my heart races and I want to do nothing more than to spend all my time with you? Why is it that when you were about to leave me to go back to your people, I felt nothing but loneliness and pain? I should have been happy for you, but I wasn't. I was mad at the idea of being alone, and the idea of not having you making arrogant remarks to me every day pains me. I shouldn't want this, I can't be greedy. If you stay with me you'll live in solitude for the rest of your life. I have no home, no family, n-

Bellamy leaned forward cutting her words off as his lips crashed into hers. He could taste the salty remnants of the tears she was crying on her lips. He deepened the kiss as he sunk his lips more comfortably into the curves and ridges of hers. He knew she was shocked as she didn't respond immediately to his touch. He pulled back, unwillingly, and cupped her cheek, wiping the tear that was falling from her cheek with his thumb. "I don't care if we are alone for the rest of our lives. You have a home," Bellamy said while staring into her eyes, "I will be your home, I'll be your family, you can trust me." He smiled at her while still softly stroking her cheek.

Before he could register what had happened next, Bellamy felt Rachelle's lips crash into his. Not wasting anytime she tangled her lips into his, fitting perfectly into the mold. Bellamy responded with the same passion, moving his hands from her cheek to her waist pulling her in towards him so that now she was seated in between his legs. Bellamy started to move his lips against hers, parting his lips slightly only to close them again, paying attention to her bottom lip. He loved the feeling of her full lips on his, but he quickly realized she was not sure of how to respond to his advances. He nipped at her lower lip and she parted her lips slightly allowing him to savour the opening and to kiss her showing her how to move and weave in and out of each other's lips.

Bellamy patted himself on the back for being such a great teacher, or maybe he just had a great student as they were now weaving around each other's lips expertly, and evidently hungry for more. What started off as slow, passionate kissing quickly escalated into a fierce battle of dominance, with both of their lips constantly crashing into each others. As the kiss became more intense the heat in his body started to rise. Bellamy was now caressing her back and he shuddered when he felt her running her fingers through his hair and along his neck, pulling his hair, showing a sense urgency and need in the kiss. Bellamy slowly inserted his tongue into her parted lips as they continued kissing, and he knew it caught her off guard. Loving this new sensation, and loving that she reciprocated it towards him within seconds, they continued to explore and to get to know each other on a more intimate level. The kiss became more urgent and rough as he could hear audible panting starting to escalate. Bellamy took a quick break from her lips, and moved his lips to place kisses along her jawline and her neck. He smirked as he heard her gasp, and he worked his way to her ear, remembering not to neglect it. Sucking and licking her ear, she was twitching in his arms, and he was satisfied when he heard her moan. Returning back to her lips, she devoured his lips with a new found sense of urgency, tugging on his hair. Bellamy had felt the heat pool in his lower regions for a while now, and decided that he would stop this moment before it led to something she didn't want to do. Forcing himself to stop, he gave her a long lingering kiss and a quick peck before pulling away. He was amazed when he saw her eyes still closed, lips puckered and swollen, face flushed wanting more. She's adorable, he thought to himself as he pulled her in for a tender hug.

Rachelle's POV

Rachelle didn't know what came over her. Hearing him say those words, he wanted to be her family, her home, made her happier than she had been for a while. Would she be able to love him? Was she allowed to be greedy this one time? Without thinking she crashed her lips down onto his reliving the same sensation she had experienced when she fed him water while he was unconscious, except this time he responded back to her advances, molding his lips to fit perfectly in hers. His lips were soft, and somehow she could tell that this wasn't the first time he had kissed someone. Slowly she felt him pull back slightly and she was very unhappy with the loss of contact. She felt his parted lips close the gap between them once more focusing all his attention on kissing her bottom lip. Rachelle was extremely confused with what was happening, as he kept weaving his lips into her. Slowly she got the cue of what to do and began mimicking him, realizing that this way of kissing was far more pleasurable and enjoyable than the one before.

He was caressing her back, running his hands up and down the small of her back, and she continued to kiss him. She was intoxicated by his touch, by his presence, and she wanted to show him all that she felt for him as she intensified the kiss. The slow passionate start turned into a battle of dominance, with their lips crashing and clashing with each other. She brought her good arm and ran it along his scalp tugging at his hair, noticing he quite enjoyed that as his grip tightened on her whenever she pulled. She ran her hand down to his neck and pulled him in, closing whatever distance they still had left between each other. Rachelle couldn't believe she was letting herself succumb to her pleasures and just when she thought things couldn't get any better, she felt his tongue casually slip into her mouth.

Shivers ran through her body, and a foreign sensation of heat started to pool between her legs as she welcomed this new pleasure. As he expertly and sensually explored her mouth, she wanted him to feel what she was feeling. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, taking charge, as their tongues swirled, getting to know each other before resuming the battle for dominance. The kiss continued, and intensified, something Rachelle thought couldn't happen anymore. They were both now panting heavily, still intoxicated by each other wanting more. She was saddened as his lips abruptly left hers, but was rewarded as she felt him kiss along her jawline, down to her neck to her collarbone. Her breath hitched at this new found pleasure and her body felt sensations and shivers it had never felt before. She revelled in the new found experience as she felt him make his way up to her ear where she moaned quite loudly while he licked and sucked her ear. Feeling him detach from her ear she cupped his face, bringing his lips back onto hers, reliving the same experience all over again. I could do this all day…with him, she thought to herself. She then felt him release his dominance giving her a long lingering kiss, followed with a small peck as he pulled away. She wasn't sure if he was going to come back for more so she kept her eyes closed, lips pursed. A wave of warmth engulfed her as she felt herself being pulled into a gentle hug.

Bellamy's POV

"That was," Bellamy hesitated not knowing how she felt. "Wonderful," she said, and he smiled at the fact that she finished his sentence. "I'm glad you felt that way too," he replied. After a long break of blissful silence, Bellamy interrupted, in total seriousness, "I love you. You don't have to say it back to me, I mean we've only known each other for 2 weeks but I feel like this is where I'm supposed to be. I know it's hard and it sounds crazy to love someone after 2 weeks, so I'll wait, as long as I have to."

Rachelle's POV

Rachelle looked at him, smiling, "I love you too," she said, reading the shocked expression on his face. "I think I've known for a while now. I mean the physical attraction was always there and all, but that mind-blowing kiss wasn't purely physical, it was so much more than that. I've never felt so strongly about anyone in such a short amount of time, and well, I guess it is crazy to love someone after 2 weeks, but if it's crazy let's be crazy together. I want to know you, all of you." Her blush after her confession caused Bellamy to lean in once more capturing her lips in a long toe-curling kiss. "So I'm allowed to be greedy as well?" she heard him tease. "There's the annoying asshole that I love," she said giggling. "But yes, you are because I'm going to be."

Bellamy's POV

Smiling he replied, "I look forward to it. Now before I get too distracted let's take a look at your shoulder." She turned around in his lap and let him unbandage her, showing the small wound from the knife cut. It had stopped bleeding but she still needed to rest before she was capable of moving around as any form of exerted force or physical activity could cause the wound to reopen. Bandaging her back up he leaned forward to kiss the spot where the bullet hit. She gasped at the suddenness of his touch. "You're on bedrest," Bellamy finished. "No moving around today, or standing." He saw her pout at him. "But there are so many things to do, who's going to get the water, or get us food, or keep me entertained?' she whined. "We have enough food and water to last us a week," he replied, knowing this was her subtle way of asking him to be with her for the rest of the day. Slipping under the covers and bringing her body close, he looked at her and smiled, "now in terms of keeping you entertained I can think of a couple ways to do that." They spent of the rest of the day giggling and getting to know each other better, only to fall asleep in each other arms at twilight.

And there's another chapter! Really proud of the style of this chapter. Let me know if you guys enjoyed it, if I should bring it back, or just any other feedback in general! I'll hopefully have the next chapter up within the next few days. (Thank you for those that are waiting patiently!)

Until next time!