How great have the last episode of the100 (3x11) been, huh? All our babies working together, the delinquents together and the100 being the100 again. It felt so freaking good and I don't want to start with Bellarke! Seriously guys, all they have to do is standing next to each other and I'm almost fading out. It's unbelievable how thirsty I've been for new scenes and it was everything! Next week looks also amazing – again, the delinquents being together *_*, and please lets fingers crossed that the writers won't repeat their shit of leaving out most of the delinquents for some other storytelling and like hell, if they'll separate Bellarke next season even ones, I'll freak out! But, well, I should stop rambling.
So here is the last chapter (there will be an epilogue, so it's not really the last chapter) of my first multi-chapter Bellarke ff. Most of the time it was so much fun and easy to write, but life got in it's way far too often. This chapter will have Bellamy's and Clarke's POV and I really hope you like both of it because when I started writing the Clarke part my grandpa died and I was a huge mess :/ And no, I don't tell you this to get your pity but to make sure you get the reason why the Clarke part probably isn't as smooth as the Bellamy one. But, whatever – Clarke and Bellamy had a huge fight in the previous chapter and here we go, looking if they can work their shit out.
The official thank you comes with the next chapter, but once again I want to thank you for your comments, I've never thought I would get so much credit for this story and you really make my heart beat like the sun (does this makes sense?) and I enjoy every word of yours. I also think about your critical things and hope to make it better the next time.
Enjoy the showdown part 2. Love you all & stay safe!
Thank you pandorathefirst for helping me with this chapter and giving me such nice feedback and support.
The Bittersweet
Bellamy stood behind a barn, three miles away from the main building. It was one day after his fight with Clarke and he hadn't seen her since. He had been too angry to even be in the same room as her. Last night Bellamy hadn't slept at all. The disappointment and the anger kept him awake. The thoughts and pictures of what he had missed and of what could have been had been rushing through his head all night long. He was avoiding the blonde, for her own good. So he hadn't been in the main building since the morning. It was short after midday now, the sun was high and hot. He had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and was chopping wood. Not that they needed it, it was midsummer after all but when Bellamy was angry he always chopped wood. It was his valve. He chopped wood till his arms hurt, till he hadn't enough strength to raise the axe. He stood there for more than two hours, sweaty and deep in his thoughts but desperately trying not to think too much about Clarke and hisdaughter Meadow. His thought however, were interrupted when a furious Octavia stomped towards him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked and caught his attention. Bellamy gave her a short look, then he turned back to the log.
"If Clarkes sent you, I don't want to –"
"She didn't. And you know why? Because she is gone!"
"What?" Bellamy stopped his axe from hitting the log, blinking in complete surprised at his sister. She left? Before Bellamy could express any thought Octavia's furious voice filled the silence.
"She packed her things and left just ten minutes ago! All three of them. Kane is driving them to the airport right now."
Bellamy swallowed. She really left. He didn't know how to feel or what to say because after all, it was what he had told her to do yesterday, right? He wanted her to leave. He was avoiding her since yesterday, too angry with her to talk. It, it was a good thing. "She would have left tomorrow anyway", responded Bellamy, trying not to care about the fact that she didn't even say goodbye. But it was better, he knew it. He couldn't speak to her right now. It was good that she left. That she was out of his sight, his mind, probably out of his life. So Bellamy went back to chopping wood when Octavia gasped in disbelief.
"You got to be kidding me right? You, she left because of you Bellamy!"
"What do you want me to say Octavia?" Bellowed the cowboy angrily and dropped the axe to the ground. Why the hell did she care? It wasn't any of her business what happened between Clarke and him. Of course Bellamy knew that Octavia cared about him, that she was worried.
"I get that you are pissed Bellamy. But don't you think that Clarke isn't punishing herself enough already, even without your wrath?"
"You don't get it O! You don't know what I'm feeling, how I'm feeling."
"You are right," retorted Octavia after a short silence and her voice was so calm that it pissed off Bellamy even more. "But I know that you didn't mean the things you said to Clarke. She made a mistake –"
"A mistake? She fucking betrayed me Octavia! She lied to me! She used me! She blocked me out of Meadow's life on her own. She never even asked if I wantedto be a part of it or not!"
"But she did now."
Bellamy snorted. Was his sister really taking Clarke's side?
"Three years too late, O. Three fucking years!" His voice grew louder with every word.
"She might havecome down here to tell me the truth, but she didn't. It had been too late already. She should have told me the moment she found out and not three years later! And even then she kept lying. And I wish I would never have helped her out four years ago. I wish she wouldn't have come down here at all."
The anger grew in his chest. He could feel the heat, while Octavia swallowed, eyeing him closely, "You don't mean that."
"Yes I do! I wish I've never slept with her. I wish I could turn back time and, and, she kept her away from me for three years. Not one, not two – but three years!"
His words made his sister flinch. He was yelling at her, throwing the log furiously against the stack. His hands clenched and he growled loudly, he was almost screaming. He let his anger go, trying to calm himself down with taking deep breaths. His hands ran through his dark hair and over his face. He was tired. And disappointed and angry. He was so god damn angry!
Bellamy swallowed the thick lump and laid his eyes on his sister. He felt awful immediately. He sighed.
"I'm sorry O. You're not the one to blame. I'm just- I'm just so freaking angry. She used me. She blocked me out for three years. I, I-" Bellamy swallowed because he kept thinking about the words he never dared to voice before– "I just missed so fucking much. I missed Clarke's belly growing, I missed the birth, the first cry … her first words and her first steps. I missed her first smile. I missed all of this not because I decided not to be a part of it or because I didn't want to be Meadow's father. I missed all of this because Clarke didn't let me. She gave me no choice!"
He felt his throat tighten and the tears rushing into his eyes so he coughed loudly, avoiding to face his little sister.
"I know," she said softly and Bellamy wanted to snort again but he didn't. "And that sucks. A lot. But … oh Bellamy, there are so many things you can still look forward to. Yeah, you might have missed her first words and her first steps but you can make things right now. Clarke screwed up. She knows it. You and I know it. That was on her. But this time? It's on you! You can do things different Bell. And this isn't about you and Clarke anymore. About if you can be together. This is about Meadow. She, she deserves to grow up with a father. You know how much it sucks to do without one. And no-", said Octavia firmly when Bellamy wanted to interfere,
"I'm not saying that you are like our dads. But, come on, do you really want to miss her first day in kindergarten? Or her first school day? Don't you want to comfort her when she has her first fight with her best friend? Or scare all the guys away who want to ask her out to prom?" She started to laugh a little, probably remembering the days where she was a teenager and Bellamy literally scared every boy away who even looked at her.
"There are so many things to look forward to Bellamy. But … you have to clear your head. Try to figure out what you want. But if you ask me – put your god damn pride aside if not for yourself than for your daughter. Because that's what Meadow is after all – your daughter."
Bellamy looked into his sister's serious and almost pleading face. Her words made his mind turn. His heart jumped in his chest, fast and loud. His stomach clenched. He swallowed, clearly feeling the big lump in his throat. So his voice was rough and hoarse.
"I- I don't know if I can truly forgive her, O. She … she hurt me. Clarke, she, she doesn't deserve to be forgiven."
His facial expression hardened again. He rolled back his shoulder blades, straightening up. Yeah, Clarke didn't deserve any of his forgiveness.
Octavia closed her eyes for a few moments, breathing loudly before she sighed, telling him,
"Forgiveness isn't about what people deserve Bellamy. It's about if you want to forgive her. And this is something only you can find out. But – I know you love her Bell –"
"No, no I don't love her. I barley know her. Actually I don't know her at all."
"But you could have," mumbled Octavia and Bellamy's heart jumped up and down. His jaw clenched while he tried not to give himself away because yeah, he could have loved Clarke. But she screwed it up, so it didn't matter anymore.
"I, I just know you big brother. I know that you care about her, about them. You always did. And I also know that you don't abandon the people you love. Maybe, maybe Clarke and you can fix this and make it right. Maybe you can't but never forget that this isn't about you any longer. The decision you'll make will not only influence your but mostly Meadow's life. I know that you are still hurt and angry but I also know that you'll regret it. Maybe not tomorrow, but one day you'll blame yourself for not having done anything. Just, just think about it."
She looked at him like she expected him so say something but Bellamy's throat was glued again. He didn't know what to say. Her words were running through his head, together with the memories of the fight with Clarke. He swallowed, taking his eyes off of his sister and started to nod, slowly. He hoped that it would be enough for Octavia to leave and after a while he heard her walking away, leaving him at the stack.
They were standing at the bar of Jonty's. The day had been a rough one, so Bellamy was happy to relax, drink some beer and talk to his friends and co-workers. He just handed a new round of beer to the others when Miller stopped midsentence.
"What?"
Miller raised his finger, signalling Bellamy to be silent. The cowboy frowned, looking at his best friend's face who clearly was listening to the song that just started playing.
"Listen Bellamy. It's your song!"
"What?"
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts every time
Miller laughed and Bellamy didn't get why this song was supposed to be his song.
"Well, you are the loser and Clarke is the queen of hearts."
"What? No, no I'm not –"
"Unlucky in love, least that's what they say. He lost his head and he gambled his heart away," interfered Raven and Murphy, both singing along the music.
"Dude, you so are the loser!" Laughed Miller and took a sip out of his bottle.
"You are nuts," mumbled Bellamy, gripping his bottle a little harder. "This song is nothing like –"
But they weren't listening. Instead all of them started singing again, which made Bellamy growl.
"He doesn't show what goes on in his head, but if you watch very close you'll see it all!"
Bellamy's expression darkened and Miller laughed again, telling the other's to stop. They were all grinning and Bellamy never wanted to wipe away their cheesy smiles more than at this moment.
"It fits you perfectly man," said Murphy and Bellamy gave him a dangerous look.
"Like hell it does."
"Of course. You are just pretending to be okay, but we all know that you're not. You had feelings for Clarke. Gosh, you still have! It's been more than two weeks now. Grow a fucking pair and get the girl before it's too late." Explained Raven and you could tell by the way she looked at him, that she was serious.
"I'm not 'unlucky in love'", he quoted angrily and again, no one was listening. They were just so fucking stubborn.
"Of course. And you are hiding from it!" Stated Murphy.
Bellamy's body started to tense. He needed to get out of here, otherwise he would beat them up. His gaze darkened when Miller opened his mouth again. He cut him off immediately.
"Don't say anything Miller! I don't want to hear it. This is complete bullshit."
Raven rolled her eyes, Murphy coughed "Liar" and Miller sighed. "Okay, okay, this is nothing like you."
"Thanks," growled Bellamy and was just calming himself down (because maybe his friends weren't all wrong about it), when Miller nodded "No problem" and nomore than five seconds later they were all shouting the refrain. Bellamy groaned, cursing every one of his friends to death butdecided to endured it. It wouldn't last forever.
(Except that Monty pushed the repeat bottom at least another four times and maybe, just maybe, Bellamy did smile by the end of the fourth one.)
### CLARKE POV ###
The drive to the airport had been horrible. Clarke had barley slept last night. Not because her mother had been pressuring her to talk but because the fight with Bellamy had been playing on repeatin her head. Actually, her mother didn't ask her until two days after going back home. And Clarke was thankful for that. Abby knew that she needed spaceand time to cool everything down. Pushing Clarke wouldn't have given her answers. But still – the tension during the car ride, the goodbye with Kane and the flight had been terrible. More than once Clarke had to swallow the big lump in her throat, forbidding herself to cry. She screwed up. She messed up for good.
Her stomach still clenched by remembering the look on Bellamy's face when he found out, when he yelled at her and blamed her for all this. And he had been right. She was the only one to blame. She already knew before. But now? Not it was even worse, knowing that there was no going back. Knowing, that Bellamy hated her. That he didn't want to be a part of her life. But the longer she thought about it, the angrier she got. She understood that he didn't want to see her, that he didn't want to have anything to do with her and that the feelings he said he had weren't as strong as she thought they were. She got it, that he won't forgive her, that they'll never get together, but god damn it! He couldn't abandon his own daughter! If Bellamy wanted to be pissed with Clarke it was okay, but pulling Meadow into this?
"Maybe he just needs some time," her mother had suggested when they both had talked about it. "This is still a shock for him, even without the way he found out. Give him some time Clarke. When his head is cleared he will talk to you."
He didn't.
Clarke desperately wanted to believe her mother's words but Bellamy stayed radio silent the first week. Then another, in which Clarke had often pulled out her phone to contact him, to do the first step but she never wrote or called him. Just like him. When the third week passed, Clarke gave up hoping for something that wouldn't happen, she stopped hoping for a miracle. Bellamy had made his choice, so she had to live with it. She had to live with it that she screwed this up. Not only for her and Bellamy but mostly for her daughter Meadow.
Clarke was looking through the credit card bills from the last six months because her electricity provider claimed that she hadn't payed for the last two months in the back of the pastry shop, when she heard Anya's voice, followed by footsteps.
"Clarke?"
"What?" Asked the blonde annoyed without looking up. These electricity people really got on her nerves.
"There is someone who wants to order a wedding cake."
"And?"
"Well," started Anya and was clearly uncomfortable with a Clarke who was this much on the edge, "it will be needed in two days."
Clarke's eyebrows popped up. She groaned. What the hell? Who ordered a wedding cake two days before its needed?
"Are they going to Vegas or what?" Growled the blonde and slammed the folder close. She took three deep breaths, forcing herself to smile, knowing that it wasn't her best but it would probably work for the customer, before she followed Anya into the front of the shop.
"Hello, welc-" Clarke stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened and her heartbeat stopped for a couple of seconds before it hammered stronger than ever in her chest. Her mouth was still open as she took him in.
"Bellamy?"
Her throat started to tightened, making it hard for her to breathe. Her voice was quiet, even less than a whisper. She couldn't believe what she was seeing right now. Who she was looking at. They were staring into each other's eyes. He swallowed hard, she could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He swallowed so hard, she could literally hear it. There he was. He stood in her pastry shop in Cleveland, his hair curly and messy as always, an indescribable look on his face (but still sending hot and cold chills down her spine with it).
He looked nervous, anticipated … apologetic, guilty?
She was still staring at him – like she was seeing a ghost – not realizing the questioned glances from her co-workers and the other customers. Only Bellamy's rough and low sounding "Hello" got her out of her trance.
"Hey," she offered back slowly and swallowed. She wasn't sure what to do. The last time they had seen each other he told her to stay out of his life. And now he was standing right in front of her, after almost four weeks of radio silence. Clarke swallowed again, trying to control her breathing while her eyes were still rolling over the man whose eyes were fixed on her face.
The blonde didn't know how long it took her to move but suddenly she was standing at the counter, grabbing the pad and a pen, clearing her throat one more time before she tried to act like Bellamy was just like any other customer. Her eyes were pinned on the block when she said, a little colder then intended, "So what do you want?"
Clarke forced herself to keep her eyes down. She forced herself to stay calm. She forced her heart not to burst into hundreds of pieces. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears. Her whole body was shaking and seconds of silence passed by. She could hear how Bellamy stepped a little closer, how he shifted from one foot to another and cleared his throat.
"A wedding cake for my sister," He said slowly, but Clarke remained silent. She started to write and was about to ask for details when Bellamy cut her off.
"And a family to take away if you have."
"What?"
Clarke's head shot up, her eyes widened in shock and her whole body stiffened. Her throat glued together, her breathing was shaky while her eyes hastily flewover Bellamy's face.
He rubbed his neck, taking a deep breath and locked his eyes with hers. His voice was low, gentle andpowerful.
"I, I want … look Clarke, I … I want us to be a family."
She felt her grip tighten around the pen. Her eyes were wide, staring into the brown, warm and almost pleading ones of Bellamy. She swallowed, her mouth slightly open, taking deep breaths while her mind tried to process his words. Her heart bumped in her chest, and after the shock a wave of anger rolled through her. Why? Well, because he didn't say a word for the last few weeks, making her believe that she screwed everything up for good and now he wanted them to be a family?!
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Bellamy blinked, totally surprised byher reaction. He frowned, clearly not getting where this was coming from.
"Are you out of your – you can't just stay fucking radio silent for almost four weeks, after you told me to stay out of your life, and then standhere in my shop and tell me you want us to be a freaking family!"
"What? I-I thought this is what you wanted!" Retorted Bellamy confused.
"It was! I mean, I- did you really expect me to jump into your arms right away? What the hell am I supposed to think now?" Asked Clarke and her voice was rough, while she tried to keep it as quiet as possible. "First you told me to screw myself and now you want me in your life?"
Bellamy licked his lips, swallowing. He opened his mouth but the anger in Clarke made her cut him off.
"You can't just come in here and pretend like the fight never happened."
"I do not pretend Clarke!" Hissed Bellamy and now the anger boiled from the inside over into his voice. "I was angry Clarke! I was pissed and I had every right to be! You were the one who kept Meadow from me. You were the one who lied to me. I was angry and I still am. You betrayed me and-"
"Why the hell are you here then?"
"Because Meadow is my daughter! And I don't want to abandon her, okay? I … I remember the things you told me at the bonfire and, and I remember what could have been, okay? I told you I am tired of feeling twisted and I thought that it would stop but … it didn't. It didn't stop. I tried to move on, but she is my daughter and … you are, you are-"
"A lying bitch?"
"You are just - Clarke." Mumbled Bellamy and closed his eyes. He rubbed his forehead while Clarke's eyes were flying over his exhausted looking face. The way he said her name gave her goosebumps. She bit her bottom lip, trying to get the meaning behind his words but couldn't find anything. Because it was still too complicated, too confusing. She still didn't know how to move on, what she was about to do. She couldn't turn back the time – she would if she could – and make everything disappear. She couldn't forget what she had done and what he had said.
But still, her gaze softened a little. They were both looking at each other, while blocking the world around them out.
"Bellamy…"
"I'm sorry for the things I said to you Clarke. I was hurt and-"
"And you had every right to be. What I did-"
"You did what you thought was best for Meadow," stated Bellamy quietly. "That's why I am here. I don't want her to be without a father anymore. I, I have no idea if we can work this out. If … if I can trust you again, so we can be …together. But this isn't about us. This is about Meadow. About my daughter. Our daughter. We should do what's best for her, not what's best for either of us."
Clarke still kept his gaze. She was still chewing on her bottom lip, she still stayed silent. Again his words were running through her head. She was touched that he finally decided to be with Meadow, but on the other hand her heart bled because they probably wouldn't become partners, lovers. She didn't know how much she wanted him to be in her life, not until she had seen him again five weeks ago.
She didn't know how much she cared for him, how much she wanted him to be the person she could telleverything. The person she would fall asleep with and wakeup next to. And even after the fight and the silence, she knew that she still wanted these things. So, it was good that he decided to be there for Meadow, but it would be her personal hell to live a life with a Bellamy who was so close and at the very same moment so far away from her.
But he was right. She had to do what was best for her daughter. And maybe, just maybe they both would get along someday.
Because Clarke stayed silent, Bellamy got obviously nervous. He shifted from one foot to another, rubbing his neck and clearing his throat. She was still looking at him and his gaze grew more intense the longer she stayed silent. It was like he was looking through her.
"Clarke, please say something," he mumbled anxiously and his gaze flickered around them. Clarke did the same and was surprised and a little shocked that everyone was still looking at them. The heat flashed over her cheeks. The blonde swallowed, feeling her heart bursting in its cage.
"I…", she started but didn't know what to say. Could they really just do a do-over? A fresh start? Clarke rubbed her forehead. This was way too much for her to handle right now. He just came out of nowhere and telling her all these things, making her heat jumping out of joy and crying at the same time because she wanted him to be more than just Meadow's father. She wanted him. She wanted him and his life, the life he had offered her at her mother's birthday party.
"I, gosh Bellamy I, honestly I don't know what to say. What do you want me to say? I mean, I … I'm glad that you want to be there for Meadow and that … it's just … gosh!" She huffed loudly, running her hands through her hair. She tried to calm down her spinning mind, she needed to focus.
When she looked up she saw fear creeping into Bellamy's eyes, panic loomed on his face and she sighed loudly. "It's just too much right now, I – can we talk later? Please?"
She had the feeling that something shattered behind Bellamy's eyes when she said it, he swallowed hard but nodded softly anyway. "Yeah, yeah of course. I'll stay at the Hilton Garden Inn. So, just stop by when you can."
Clarke nodded, sending him a thankful smile.
"Okay, I'll close up at six pm and can be over at seven."
Bellamy nodded, "Good."
They both swallowed, looking into each other's eyes and the tension between them making Clarke's heart beat faster. So fast that there was a drumming sound inside her head. She bit her bottom lip and caught Bellamy's eyes flickering down, which gave her a hot chill. Clarke could see how much Bellamy had to force himself to look back into her eyes and the effort he had to bring up for it let a wave of want rolling through her body. He had absolutely no idea how much she wanted to lung forward, grabthe collar of his shirt and crashher lips onto his. How much she wanted to run her hand through his hair and tear off his clothes. She wanted him to press her against the stupid counter, grab her face and kiss the hell out of her. She wanted him –
"... I thought you wanted it back."
Clarke blinked in confusion. "What?"
"The hat. You, you forgot it and, well …" Bellamy pointed on the cowboy hat on the counter in front of her. His cheeks were flushed and the awkwardness rang out.
The blonde looked down and her heart stopped beating. Her whole body stopped working for a few seconds when her eyes caught the hat Bellamy gave her the one night in Cat Spring. She swallowed, grabbing the hat and looked up into Bellamy's face, feeling her eyes tearing up because of this cute gesture. It took Clarke two deep breaths before she could say something.
"That's, thank you."
Bellamy sent her a soft and almost shy smile, shrugging a little when he said, "It's yours after all. So, I guess I see you later."
It's yours after all.
Clarke bit her bottom lip harder this time. Her eyes shot from Bellamy to the hat, her fingers ran along the brim and it was getting harder to breathe.
It's yours after all.
There is no we Clarke. You made sure of that.
It wasn't love, but it was something!
You have to tell him. And then what? And then you go from there.
I don't want to push you into anything Clarke. I don't want to force you to do something you don't want to. All I want is, all I want is that you promise me not to shut me out of your life again. No matter if it will be up there in Ohio or if it's down here.
I don't care if she is mine or not, Clarke.
She is an amazing kid … and I would proud to be her dad.
Am I the father?
No. She is Finn's okay?
So, you are Marcus' second. Never took you for the responsible type of a guy.
I'm full of surprises princess.
What about the father? He could have –
He is out of the picture, so no Bellamy, he couldn't and cannot help me with raising her.
Good, then help me out of this. Please. No hard feelings, I promise you.
I still don't think that it's a good idea.
Live a little Blake.
Who is there?
It's, it's Clarke.
Clarke Griffin?
…
It's yours after all.
The thoughts were running, her head was spinning and everything turned into a blur. Her heart was beating so fast in its cagethat it almost jumped out of her. The heat rolled overher whole body. The feelings overwhelmed her, making her knees weak and shaky. She braced herself on the counter. Clarke took a few deep and shaky breaths, then Anya reached her and gently puta hand on Clarke's shoulder asking if everything was alright.
"No," mumbled Clarke, shaking her head. "No, it's not." Her eyes were still fixed on the hat, all the memories were still stuck in her mind, when she straightened herself up.
"I'm sorry Anya but, I, I have to go. I'll have to –"
She stormed outside the shop, right into the pouring rain. She needed to tell Bellamy what she wanted. Even when she was scared. She needed to tell him that she wanted to do everything she had to, to make it work. She wanted to get to know Bellamy again. She wanted him to be Meadow's father and being also an important part in her own life. It was all his after all.
So she looked to the left and to the right. Her heart bumping wildly, panic growing inside her belly. She spotted him by the end of the road. Clarke swallowed and without wasting another second she ran towards the man. She ran as fast as she could, feeling how the rain wetted her clothes but she didn't care. All she cared about was to tell Bellamy what she should have told him a long time ago.
"Bellamy!"
She was almost there when he turned around. She saw a surprised look on his face, just in time before her body collided into his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself against him and without hesitation she put her lips on his.
She could feel his whole body tensing up before he put his arms around her, responding to the kiss. A hot shiver rolled through her from the place where Bellamy was holding her. Her lips laid fully on his, with hard pressure. She didn't use her tongue but it was demanding and dangerously delicious. His fingers curved softly into her soaked clothes, right to her skin. Clarke was holding him close, almost scared that he would back away if she let go. She pressed her arms harder around him.
Her heart was hammering, her mind was spinning around and she felt like loosing her balance. She swallowed against his lips, feeling Bellamy lunging forward a little more, they were still kissing. His hands were warm and soft. The heat ran through Clarke's body and then she felt the tip of his tongue against the seam of her lips, his fingers tangled in her hair. She couldn't hold back the sigh which rumbled against Bellamy's mouth before she let her own tongue slipping against his. Sending a shock of hot, delicious and electric sensation trough her.
She felt how her mind started to set in again. Hesitantly she pulled back, her eyes scanning Bellamy's smiling face who had his eyes still closed, but taking a deep breath. She licked her lips, tasting his tongue on them. Then Clarke swallowed. Her grip loosened around his neck and then Bellamy opened his eyes, locking his gaze with hers. "Clarke," he whispered – almost pained, but Clarke shook her head. It was her turn to talk. So she took a deep breath and go for it.
"I'm sorry for the things I've done to you Bell. I really am and I don't want to make the same mistake again, not with you. I know that I screwed up, I really fucked up but … I don't want you to be Meadow's father."
Bellamy's eyes widened, he swallowed hard and a low and confused "What?" left his lips.
"I don't want you to be her father and be nothing else. I … I want to work this out. Not only for Meadow but for us. I told you I don't need a man to know who I am. And I don't but - I want you. I want you in my life. And not only as Meadow's father but as the guy I can always talk to. I want you to be the man I fall asleep with and wake up to. And I remember that you wanted the same. I still want these things and … I know that we can't pretend like all these things never happened but – I want to give us a chance. All the three of us."
Her heartbeat sped up with every word she said. Her stomach clenched and she had the feeling of throwing up. She never took her eyes off of him. She was scared even when he had just told her a few moments earlier that he wanted them to be a family. She could see how his eyes were flickering over hers, like he was searching for something. A hint, a promise that she was telling him the truth this time. That she wasn't playing with him. He bit his bottom lip, huffing lowly and putting his hands on her face once again.
"You are killing me, do you know that?" A smile resonated with his words and Clarke flushed, grabbing his wrists gently.
She watched him licking his lips. She waited, impatient for him to do something. But he just kept looking at her, his thumb rubbing gently over her cheeks. She did the same with her thumbs, running them over his skin. The rain falling down on them, but Clarke still didn't care. Not anymore. Not with Bellamy.
"So," started Bellamy slowly, "do you want to be my plus one on my sister's wedding?"
A grin spread over her face, it was wide and almost childish. It got wider and wider, a giggle slipped out of her mouth and she couldn't believe her heart was able to beat as fast as it did in this moment. She swallowed, nodding softly.
"I would love to be your plus one, even after the wedding." She winked mischievously, which was responded by a loud laugh out of Bellamy's throat. "Maybe we can arrange that."
They both were smiling at each other like idiots, her hands on his wrists and his fingers capturing her face.
"If you don't kiss me right now, I swear to god Bellamy, I-" Clarke started complaining, but didn't need to finish because Bellamy grinned at her with a wide smile, before he leaned down and captured her lips with his own.
