I love the song 'All of Me' by John Legend; I think it represents Bellamy and Clarke's relationship perfectly. I can't stop listening to it. (:
To be honest, Clarke had wanted to punch Finn herself since everything went down but the camp couldn't have one of their leaders doing things like punching people; even if the person deserved it. "You punched Finn? Bellamy!" she exclaimed as she placed her arms across her chest looking very annoyed. Her unamused exterior didn't last long as a small smile fluttered upon her lips. She tried her best to hide it though.
"What?" Bellamy asked with a playful innocence to his voice. "It's not like the thought didn't cross your mind on the drop ship. He cheated on Raven and then knocked you up. That doesn't exactly say 'good guy' or 'good father material'. Anyway, he's not going to be there for you and the baby, Clarke and you know that." His voice changed a little as he finished that sentence, to a more somber tone but his usual cheeky smile was never too far from the surface. "He deserved it by lying to you anyway."
It was difficult for Clarke to admit but Bellamy was right, Finn wouldn't be there for her and the baby; it would just be best if she got her mind around that. It would be best to simply let that ship sail; as clean a slate as she could get. That same small smile appeared again on her lips as she tilted her head to the side, playfully acting all sweet and coy as she looked over at Bellamy. His comment didn't go unnoticed. She took a deep breath before talking. "Is that another way of saying you think you'd be?" Clarke asked with a knowing smile, wondering what Bellamy would be like as a father.
Bellamy let free his cheeky smile but did not say a word. He was playing all secretive and mysterious on the subject.
Clarke decided to add some more about Finn's comeuppance. "Well, I wish I was the one to have done that." she joked as she moved her head back to normal and unfolded her arms before placing them to her sides. Bellamy simply laughed.
"Why don't you get some sleep? I can help you with all this in the morning." Bellamy told her, as the sky turned to twilight. "It's been a long day."
Clarke honestly liked the sound of that. She felt worn out; she needed a good night's sleep. Anyway, the graves were pretty much done, so they didn't need to come back tomorrow. She shrugged softly before speaking. "Sure. Okay, I'm going." she replied as she made her way up the path back to the main part of camp. She gently nudged Bellamy's arm as she walked past him, a bright smile on her lips. Bellamy smirked at seeing Clarke's playful side for once before wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him for their duration back. Clarke didn't seem to mind; she felt relieved Bellamy and herself were back to being friends, even if that was all it was.
They talked along the way about what tomorrow would bring. Bellamy had briefly talked to Abby on the radio about the delivery of supplies, just after Clarke stormed out the ship but before his 'talk' with Finn. They broke apart when they got close to the busy part of camp but they still walked close together as they made their way to Clarke's tent. "Well, thanks for walking me back. I guess this is what used to happen a lot on Earth; people walking their friends to their doors."
Bellamy frowned slightly at Clarke's comment but Clarke didn't know why. Maybe it sounded strange? Like she was struggling for something to say? Anyway, he seemed to brush it away and smile. "I guess so. Well, goodnight and I expect you up bright and early tomorrow. We've got a busy day." he chuckled lightly as they stood there in the heart of the camp.
Clarke nodded lightly at Bellamy's words, moving herself further into her tent. "I know, don't remind me." she sighed but it was a lighthearted sound. The Ark sending all the camp's essentials, was hopefully going to arrive sometime in the next few days and Bellamy and Clarke had to prepare the camp for storing all it's contents. They'd also have to walk to get it, wherever it'll land. Clarke let a tired smile appear on her lips as she raised her hand up in a single wave. "Good night Bellamy."
"Night." Bellamy finally said before he too walked away, once Clarke was safely back in her tent. Both of them alone. She actually wanted some company tonight but she wasn't going to push things with the two of them. Thalia would be sleeping over at Rex's, making Clarke's night quite lonely in terms of company. She had had things worse in the past, she could handle it really. She made her way towards her bed, taking off clothes along the way, before leaving her in just a thin tank top which she had been wearing under her clothes and her panties which incidentally matched her top. Both were a dark gray. Clarke crawled under the blanket before eventually drifting off to sleep, this day would be, finally behind her and a fresh new day will begin. Things seemed to be looking brighter for Clarke.
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Clarke woke up at what could only be assumed to be dawn, as the inside of her tent was still in moderate darkness; there was only a tiny bit of sunlight creeping through the trees at the edge of camp. Her stomach was flipping again and the morning sickness was building, hoping to be gone. She was ready though, ready to run to the tree line again. After vomiting under the shelter of the trees, Clarke decided a quick wash in the river was in order before walking back to her tent. She was back before anyone even knew she was gone. The sun was now higher in the sky; the morning had officially arrived.
When she walked back into her tent to sort herself out for the day ahead, it didn't take long before she heard a very welcomed voice coming from the entrance. "I see you're already up. Had enough beauty sleep?" Bellamy teased which made Clarke smile. He had that effect on her. Clarke was still wondering how he could be so okay with everything but she wasn't going to dwell on things like that any longer, instead she was going to take each day as it comes, whatever it threw at her.
"That's not funny Bellamy." Clarke exclaimed playfully as she packed the last thing into her rucksack, her gaze fleetingly moving towards Bellamy before moving back to the job at hand. "Right. Well, I'm all packed, I just need to get some food for our journey." Clarke added, telling Bellamy her plan.
Bellamy smiled before picking up his own rucksack. "You mean like this?" he asked, holding up the unzipped contents of his rucksack in Clarke's direction. It was filled with food; much like their time walking to the depot.
"Oh, you're a lifesaver. Thank you." Clarke gratefully told Bellamy before making her way in his direction. She walked right passed him before she bent down to place her rucksack at the entrance to the tent. It would be ready for whenever it was needed. When she pulled herself back up, a stabbing pain shot across her stomach, causing her to wince quietly.
"Clarke are you okay?" Bellamy asked as he dropped his own rucksack and walked over towards Clarke. He placed a hand on her back gingerly.
Clarke shooed his worry away with a slight swishing of her hand. "Don't worry, it's nothing. Probably just some muscle twinging that's all." She reassured him the best she could as she held onto her stomach for a little bit longer.
Bellamy kept his hand on her back, still not believing Clarke's words but he knew her enough to know why she was pretending; she never liked anyone to worry over her. Even if it was precedented. "Are you sure? You're actually looking a little pale." Bellamy told her, looking quite concerned. He cared about Clarke very much and she cared for him too but neither would ever say outright but they knew. She was one of only three people he'd ever fully cared about; his mother, Octavia and Clarke and one of them was dead.
Clarke again shooed his worry away and instead decided to change the subject. "Please stop worrying about me. I'm fine, see?" She held up her hands like it was some sign that she was okay. "Anyway, you must be hungry. Want to get something to eat?"
Bellamy backed away a little to give Clarke a bit more space but he could see clearly that she wasn't fine. Anyway, she was right in assuming he was hungry because his stomach, like it knew it was being talked about, grumbled loudly. Clarke's was grumbling quietly she was happy to know. "You're not getting away with changing the subject, Clarke..." Bellamy sighed before carrying on talking. "...but I really need something to eat." He patted his stomach gently for added effect. "Could you at least just go and visit the medic tent after we've eaten? I don't want you fainting on me, Princess."
Clarke let out a loud sigh, she hated going there as for the most part, it was a major inconvenience to her. It ate into her day but again, she knew Bellamy was right to worry, even if it turned out to be simply a cramp or something. She had the responsibility of two now; she would have to eventually get used to thinking that. It pained her to say the next few words. "Fine! I'll go. Happy?"
Bellamy instantly smiled. "Very. Now, what do you fancy on eating? I hear the chef does a marvelous Eggs Benedict." Bellamy's impression of one of the chefs from the Ark was spot on. It was perfect. She had never seen this side of him until recently, he was almost like a whole other person when he was with her. Equally the same could be said for her. They brought out parts of the other, that they did not know existed.
Clarke couldn't help but laugh. "You're silly, you know that?" she commented dryly before making her way past Bellamy and over towards the exit. As she placed her hand on the fabric of the tent, she felt a hand take hold of her spare arm, stopping her from walking any further.
"Clarke?" Bellamy asked as he slid his hand down her arm before taking hold of her hand. Clarke spun around quickly, causing the world to go blurry for a split second. Without waiting for a reply, Bellamy smoothly placed his hand on her cheek, sliding his fingers into her blond hair before pressing his lips softly to hers. It took only a second for Clarke to react, letting their kiss last for a few more seconds before pulling away with a flushed expression on her face.
"What was that for?" Clarke asked with a growing smile as she looked up into Bellamy's dark chocolate eyes.
A grin quickly grew on his face as he slid his hand away from her cheek and shrugged playfully like it was no big deal. "No reason, just felt like doing it." He then walked past her and headed towards the exit, with a countdown running in his head. ...three...two...one. Just as he thought 'one', Clarke rushed over to him, talking in the process.
"Hang on. 'Just felt like doing it'. Really? Is that the best you can do?" Clarke wasn't so easily charmed by Bellamy's...well charm, like a few girls here on camp utterly were. She didn't realize though that she had reacted at the exact time Bellamy thought she would.
Bellamy couldn't help but chuckle at Clarke's reaction and the challenge of her comment. He had wanted to kiss her again since their night together but it had seemed Clarke was into Finn more so than him. That was until yesterday. He spun himself back around to face Clarke, causing their bodies to press against each other, something Bellamy purposefully expected to happen. Clarke blushed ever so slightly at their positions. "What do you mean?" he replied to Clarke's question with a smirk. "Oh, you mean the kiss? Well, then no it's not; you'd know when I was." He looked Clarke directly in the eyes as he inched that little bit closer to her, the same smirk on his lips. Flirting with Clarke came so easily to him, actually flirting in general came easy to him but Clarke was the only person he had flirted with that it actually meant more than a fling. It was a different experience for Bellamy and so far, he liked it.
Clarke inched her lips closer to Bellamy's, her own gaze shifting between his eyes and his inviting lips. "Well, why don't you try your...impressive skills on me sometime?" She let out a naughty laugh as she pressed her body right against his, her head tilted up to look at Bellamy who was towering over her.
He couldn't help but think this; Clarke was a tease. He liked that about her and so much more. That was enough teasing for now though, as Bellamy closed the gap between them and kissed Clarke again, though this time their kiss felt a little bit more passionate, fiery than the other. His hands firmly took hold of Clarke's waist, feeling a little rumble against his thumbs. He wasn't sure if it was the baby or her stomach but it didn't matter, things were okay between them again.
Another rumble shook Clarke's stomach, this one made a loud noise. She was starving. Both Clarke and Bellamy seemed easily distracted this morning. "Bellamy, I think we need to actually get something to eat and not just plan on doing it." she murmured against his lips. One last, quick make out session before they pulled away from each other and walked out of the tent, making sure not to appear like anything but talking had been going on in the tent.
"You know, I could kill for a bit of bacon." Clarke moaned lightheartedly as they made their way towards the campfire.
Bellamy found Clarke's comment amusing in terms of their current predicament of warding off the Grounders outside camp. Both of them had a sort of morbid sense of humor. Bellamy laughed before speaking. "Well Princess, that could easily be arranged."
If this was real life, I'm sure they wouldn't be kissing before eating and (if they were able to) brushing their teeth. There's a thing called 'Morning Breath' but anyway, this is my 'AU' world and morning breath does not exist in it. Cheating, love triangles and lack of contraception in camp however...well, that's a completely different story!
In terms of who the father of Clarke's baby is, I've decided which idea I'm going to go with and it's going to be revealed soon. I'm not going to drag it out over many chapters, you'll be happy to know. (:
Also, I've come across a photo of Bobby's mother & who I guess is his step dad. If you want to see, link is on my page. I think he looks a lot like his mum!