Thank you to everyone who had read this far! Things are heating up, I hope you guys enjoy! Going to answer some lovely reviewers in this section as well!

Guest – Rachelle finally gives Bellamy a name! I put a lot of thought into the name…I hope it's not too cheesy! And on another note…trust, Gina and Rachelle will meet, the story has just begun I have so much more planned, I hope you're still reading and enjoying!

Twibe – I hate love triangles as well. All I can say is that there won't be triangles as I feel like Bellamy's character is very devoted once he makes up his mind on anything. That said, there will always be other characters with affections to spice things up if you know what I'm saying!

Chapter 11

Gina's POV

Gina was becoming disheartened. Over the past week they had been back to the beach shore to search for Bellamy, but they never seemed to have any luck. He had been gone for three weeks, and her patience was running thin. She wasn't so sure where the scouting groups intentions laid but she sure as hell wouldn't let them stop looking for him. They found no trace of the grounder they had shot down that day. Not that she would know what the grounder looked like, they managed to flee the area within the nick of time, somehow too well and it raised Gina's suspicions.

Octavia hadn't been very stable since losing Bellamy and having Lincoln heavily wounded, but Gina had no mental capacity left for sympathy. She was barely holding herself together, and could barely sleep, barely eat. She had to think of a new way fast to locate the grounder before Abby and Kane gave up on Bellamy.

Rachelle's POV

Rachelle spent the last week in a pure bliss. She and he had spent every waking moment together whether it was being affectionate, or just enjoying his company. Her heart had never been fuller in her life and she wondered how she had lived before meeting him. He was her everything, her missing piece, he completed her. She had fell asleep every night in his arms only to wake up to him showering her with kisses and affection. Her arm had healed nicely leaving minimal scarring on her shoulder blade but he still had refused to let her do any work.

One night, as she was lying face to face with him while playing with his hair, she said to him smiling, "I'm so happy." He pulled her in, "You're telling me, I can't believe how wonderful this past week has been." Feeling a slight unease, she looked up from his chest only to see him deep in thought. "What's wrong?" she asked him bringing his face down to hers and kissing his jaw. "Please don't take anything I say the wrong way Rachelle, but I was going through the forest the other day while collecting some nuts and I think I remembered something. Nothing about me or who I was, but something about my people. See, when someone loves someone and wants to spend the rest of their lives together, there's a symbol they give each other, a token of their love." Rachelle was extremely relieved with what he was telling her, she thought he had remembered something about his past and wanted to leave her to return to his people.

That was her worst nightmare.

"It's kind of like what my people do with tattoos," she added. "Usually we get tattoos to signify our role in a clan, or as clan signifiers. That said my parents stayed together out of love and had a special tattoo, right on the sides of their ribcages. They had told me since I was a little girl that that's what they got when they agreed to spend the rest of their lives together. It was something that would last forever, something that bonded them to each other," she finished he thought snuggling closer to him.

"Maybe we should get those done?" he added with a slight unease in his voice. Rachel didn't understand what his urgency was. She wasn't going to leave him, and that's when she realized it wasn't urgency that made him want to do this. It was because he really couldn't see his life without her, the same way she had become so attached to him. "I would love nothing more than that, except maybe you," she giggled and added, "I think I love you more." He flashed her a smile of relief, "I'm the luckiest man alive to have you." He closed the gap between them sealing the deal with a kiss that quickly escalated. Rachelle climbed on top of him, her body pressing against his, as she continued to kiss him. Pulling away she saw the passion and desire that burned in his eyes and she made her way down his neck and across his collarbone, planting kisses everywhere. She made her way back up to his ear, and sucked the skin right under his ear. She heard him release a low groan, happy that she had found his sweet spot and that she was giving him this much pleasure.

She made her way back to his lips, their kisses filled with lust, and a constant battle of dominance. She lightly bit down on his lower lips, pulling it.

Bellamy's POV

Damn, she was sexy as hell. Bellamy was so shocked at her taking charge of the kiss. As much as he was reluctant to give up command and control of the situation, he had to applaud her on learning to play and tease with her kisses so quickly. When she had sucked the spot right under his ear, he lost it. Consumed in animalistic urges and lust, they continued to devour each other and he started to caress her waist, slipping a hand up her shirt. He heard her groan into the kiss as his cold fingertips grazed the skin underneath her shirt. He expertly made his way to her bra, paying full attention to her lips, and started massaging her breasts, loving the feeling of them under his rough calloused hands.

Bellamy felt his fabric of his pants strain and he knew she felt it too as she pulled back. Flustered and obviously extremely turned on Bellamy sat up wondering what had scared her. Leaning in to continue, she stopped him, "I want to wait, till we've gotten the tattoos before I give myself to you," she said sheepishly. "Please don't be mad at me, I just think it'll be more meaningful, don't get me wrong," he looked at her, forcing the lust to subside, still disoriented from the passionate moment they had just shared.

"I'm turned on too you know, you're so good at this stuff, and I'm experiencing things that I've never felt before. Your body is near perfection, well at least, what I've seen of it…I want you too, all of you…" her voice trailed off quietly. Bellamy leaned in for a quick kiss, catching her off guard. "We'll wait," he said, "it won't be long now anyways right?" She nodded at him. "Exactly, so get back over here under the covers so we can have a good old fashion make out session, strictly platonic, no strings attached," he said while holding out his arms to invite her. She giggled and jumped into his arms pushing them both back on to the bed. "This is why I love you," she added after a quick peck. "You never fail to amaze me, my beloved."

"Beloved?" Bellamy asked tucking loose strands of hair from her face behind her ear. "Well, I still don't know your name, and it feels wrong to love someone with no name. It seems like the last wall we have to cross before we spend the rest of our lives together. I'm sick of not having a name for you." She scoffed. "Our names are given to us as a gift from our parents each with a specific meaning. Your name embodies my love and affection for you and how we've come such a long way, beloved."

Pulling the covers over them both he asked, "So why were you given your name?" She responded, "My name comes from ancient times, meaning innocent ewe. As embarrassing as it sounds, I was named by my parents to grow up to be humble and innocent, as a reflection of their love," she told him confidently. "It's beautiful," he added. "Thank you for giving me a name, although I don't expect anyone else but you to call me by that," he said as he looked playfully at her.

"Deal."

Chapter 11! Hope you guys enjoyed. Please leave a review if you're liking it, would mean the world to me 3

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