As We Do Everything
By some miracle, everyone made it to camp. Their leaders laughed a little self-consciously when the sign reading "Camp Bellarke" was erected. But the Hundred knew no better way to honor their heroic leaders and really, no other way would have been right.
The work wasn't finished, and no one lived under the illusion that it was. They did, however, know how to throw a party, celebrating their very own unique Unity Day.
In the glow of the roaring bonfire, Bellamy once again found Clarke apart from the others, watching with a proud smile and a hand on her knife-belt, ready for anything.
"Hey Princess," he greeted her.
"Hey yourself, Rebel King." She smiled up at him.
"We made it."
"We did, didn't we?"
"Go have some fun, Clarke. You deserve it."
"So do you."
"I'll have my fun—"
"Not when the town is done," Clarke interrupted. "Not when we finish our peace negotiations with the Grounders, or even when the Arkadians stop looking for us."
He waited.
"You've done so much. Right now, you need to take a moment to take care of you."
"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow and finally turned to face her.
"Really. So go have a drink. Join in the dance. Shout out to the moon, for all I care. Just, for once, do something for you."
"There's really only one thing I need to do for me."
"What's that?"
"Thank you."
"What?"
"Thank you for being there, and fighting right beside me. For taking care of me when I was helpless, for being my…"
"Co-leader?" she teased, using the term he'd coined at a time that now felt like ages ago.
"No. My Princess." An impish grin spread across his face. "There's actually one other thing."
"For you?"
"For both of us."
Then he took her face gently in his calloused hands and slowly closed the gap between them. They ignored the cat calls and the whistles of their people. Because, after all they had given, they only had one thing left to give: themselves. So in the moonlight, in the warm glow of the bonfire, Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake kissed, and that kiss was a gift and a promise.
Whatever happened, whatever came their way, they would face it like they had faced everything else: together.
When he finally ended the kiss, Bellamy pulled Clarke close. Clarke buried her face against his neck, and she could feel his head on her shoulder. "Best Unity Day ever," Bellamy whispered.
She didn't have to pull away to know that Bellamy had that rare but signature smirk on his face. She did anyway, and when he saw the look on her face, it was too cute not to kiss her just one more time.
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