Clarke had quietly let her cheek rest in the palm that Bellamy had put there without noticing. Her heart had tightened and she had closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the emotions she could read in the young man's eyes.

Everything she had ever wanted was standing right in front of her.

If she wished, she had only one word to say, one step to take and her wildest and most beautiful dreams would come true.

An unbearable terror had overtaken her and she had laid her own hand on Bellamy's, in a desperate attempt to seek the comfort and warmth he always offered her.

"I'm afraid..." Clarke had whispered, her eyes still closed, and so low that if she hadn't been the only person in his entire universe, he wouldn't have heard her.

"I'm here," he had replied in the same tone. "I'm here," he had repeated with an assurance that had made her reopen her eyelids. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. I'm here."

Clarke had long since given up on understanding how Bellamy could read her like in an open book.

How could he know that what she was afraid of was losing him too?

How could he know that she was terrified at the thought of letting him love her and loving him back?

How could he have guessed that, like everything she once cherished in this world - her father, her freedom, Wells, Finn, Lexa, her friends, the time she had wanted to spend with them on the ring, her mother's health and even Madi's innocence - she was afraid he would also slip her through her fingers?

And how did he always manage to find the words that would certainly reassure her?

"Clarke..."

The way he pronounced her first name had always, as long as her memories lasted, triggered all kinds of emotions in her. Because she saw it in his eyes and heard it in his voice, his first name was constantly charged with things he never dared to tell her.

I'm sorry...

I was stupid...

I want you...

I love you...

And because she too was too shy - or stubborn - to admit these things out loud, to tell him that she was sorry, that she had been stupid, that she wanted it, that she loved him...

She had simply looked into the warm brown of the young man's eyes and said:

"Bellamy..."

I forgive you...

I've made mistakes too...

I want you...

I love you...

Bellamy didn't need any more to cross the distance between them. The trembling of his hands had immediately eased under this initially light and hesitant touch. Then, a whole new frenzy had spread when the young woman responded to his kiss and half-opened her lips to bind them to his.

For a few moments, perhaps hours, or only a few minutes, the two of them had lost themselves in these new and so long desired sensations.

There, a tongue that gently caressed a lip. Here, a tooth that slightly nicked the skin. Here and there, hands coming and going on feverish bodies.

Until finally, both were about to implode under the weight of a desire too incendiary to remain bearable.

So, in a reality so blurred as to resemble a dream, the clothes had come off, the jackets had fallen off, the trousers had been removed and the underwear had disappeared, until only they were left.

Bellamy and Clarke.

Finally.

There was a reference to the 100's book, who saw it? (what? I read it cause I needed bellarke okay?)

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