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Clarke's feet hurt like they had hardly done ever before. They had been walking for at least 12 hours now, without a real break. This was insanely exhausting and the sun was burning down on them mercilessly. She wasn't sure what Bellamy was hoping to find but he didn't seem like he was willing to stop any time soon. He was walking in front, a few steps ahead of the other three. They had been walking in silence for most of the day. There really wasn't anything they wanted to talk about and besides, they wanted to save their energy.
"Up there!" Bellamy suddenly called. Clarke had to blink against the blinding sun and raised a hand until she could make out the silhouettes of a few houses. It didn't look like a real city but more like some kind of settlement, the ones you found along the road at the countryside, with a few houses, a farm and a pharmacy.
Approximately an hour later they walked over the paved street. It was awfully quiet all around so Clarke guessed they were the only ones here but she still couldn't stop herself from casting a few glances inside the buildings. Just as expected they were all empty. Even though she was guessing Bellamy had been hoping to find someone here he could ask about Octavia, the good thing still was that at least no Walkers were here either.
"Guys." Monty had stopped and pointed between two houses. When Clarke joined him she saw what had made him stop. There was a pickup truck parked at the side of the house.
"Let's check it out." Bellamy said. The prospect of a car and not having to walk anymore was great. Regaining a car was always better, even without any perks it might provide, like guns or food or water.
"It's unlocked!" Jasper exclaimed when he pulled the driver's door open. They hastily looked through the glove's compartment and checked the leg room but there was nothing of value there.
"Can you get the car running?" Bellamy asked, looking at Monty.
The boy had already moved to the hood with a slight grin. "Of course."
"Shouldn't we just stop here and spend the night?" Jasper asked. Clarke's stomach grumbled and she was desperate for some rest, so she was about to agree, when a door to their left flung open. They all jumped backwards, ready to run when a man stepped outside. A human man. He had a gun in his hand, obviously to let them know he could defend himself but since his arm wasn't raised, he didn't try to be a threat.
"What do you think you're doing there?" The stranger asked, looking from one of them to the other.
Bellamy raised his hands in surrender. They weren't armed at all so trying to pick a fight would only end badly for them. "We are just passing through." He explained.
"Is that what you call trying to steal my car?"
"We don't want the car." Bellamy retreated. "We just… We're sorry. We didn't think anyone was here. We will just leave. Sorry, honestly." He motioned at the other three to start moving again, the man still eyeing them suspiciously.
"Where are you kids heading, if I may ask?"
"We are looking for someone." Bellamy explained. "Maybe you have seen her?"
The man raised one eyebrow, finally settling on the oldest one. "Who?"
"My sister." He continued, stepping forward. "She has brown long hair, green eyes, about this tall." He pointed his hand. "Her name is Octavia Blake."
The man leaned his head to the side before he slowly nodded. "Yes… Octavia, that rings a bell."
Bellamy made big eyes and he turned towards Clarke. She smiled. After all this time and people telling him they didn't know anyone named Octavia or recognized the girl on the picture he had almost given up and just asked out of habit. "It does?" He asked therefore, sounding astonished.
"Yes, she came by here just a few days back with this guy… I think his name was Lincoln."
"She was here? Do you, by any chance, know where she is now?"
"Yes, there is a group of people living just a few miles away from here. That's where she is staying too."
"Thank you so much!" Bellamy said, turning back around. "Let's go!"
"Wait!" The man stopped him. "You travel by foot, don't you?"
"So?" Bellamy's face was impatient, which was understandable, considering the situation.
"You won't get there before the sun sets. That's dangerous."
Bellamy made a face. "We'll be fine. We'll just…"
"Don't be stupid. After all this time looking for each other, you don't really want to die one night before you can reunite, do you?"
"So, what do you suggest?" Clarke therefore asked before Bellamy could say anything else.
The man pulled his hair hesitantly before he took a deep breath and shook his head like he couldn't even believe the next words coming out of his own mouth: "I guess you could stay around here. Most of the houses are empty and safe."
The boys' faces lit up at that and Clarke couldn't deny the deep yearning inside of her either. A bed, soft and warm, a shower, food, water and rest. That sounded like heaven to all of them. Except for Bellamy who still looked like he was about to sprint off on his own if that was what it took.
Clarke touched his arm. "Bellamy, please, be reasonable about this. He is right. If Octavia is up there, she will still be waiting for you tomorrow. She will be fine and I think you owe it to her to get there in one piece. Please?"
He looked torn and Clarke had to resist moving her hand further up to stroke his cheek. "Clarke," he started. "I haven't seen her in over a month…"
"I know! Please don't risk ever seeing her again over one night. The sun is already almost setting and we both know what the Walkers up here are like… If we are attacked, we stand close to no chance!"
"You stay here then, I'll go up alone. I'll attract less attention and we can meet…"
"You are out of your mind, if you think I will let you go on your own."
He made a face at these words.
"Just one night. We'll leave first thing in the morning!"
He closed his eyes and sighed which was already enough. Clarke knew she had won. "Fine. One night and we rise at first light."
She gave him a thankful smile. "Promise."
The man introduced himself as James Whittaker and he was living in one of the houses with his wife and three children. They were all very nice and welcoming towards them. Without even questioning it for a second, Mrs. Whittaker made dinner for all of them, rice with vegetables and meat Mr. Whittaker had hunted himself. It was much better than what they had the days before and possibly even better than the food in Mount Weather since there was no bitter aftertaste. After filling their stomachs and appeasing their thirst, it had already turned dark entirely outside and James told them to pick whatever house they wanted to stay in. They were all empty and 100% Walker free, which was nice for a change.
While Monty and Jasper seemed to have a special taste and picked one a little down the street, Bellamy and Clarke silently just entered the one on the opposite side of the street together. Clarke couldn't deny it, she was glad they didn't have to have an awkward conversation about whether they would stay together or split. The houses were huge too. Most of the people who could afford living on the country side were rich after all and the houses were like some kind of status symbol for them too. When they walked through the front door, they entered a pretty big entrance hall. Clarke was so exhausted though that she wasn't really in the mood to inspect the house. All she saw where the big stairs at the end of the hallway. "I'm going to head right upstairs." She announced.
Bellamy nodded shortly. "Okay. I'll follow you in a second."
She made her way up the stairs and found herself in another form of entrance hall. There were mirrors everywhere and it all looked really noble. Without thinking about it, she just opened one random door and made a noise of satisfaction. There was an amazing looking bedroom in front of her. She entered and let herself fall flat on her back on the king sized bed. The mattress was way softer than the one in her bed in Mount Weather which was good. In that way it at least didn't remind her of that hell hole. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Honestly she could have just stayed here and slept for all eternity if it was up to her. She considered just staying like that and just not move again, at least until next morning when the noises of Bellamy pushing the door open made her reconnect with reality.
He whistled when he took in the sight of the room. "Wow. This is impressive."
Clarke pushed herself up on her elbows and followed his gaze more focused this time. He was right. This room was obviously made to be lived in, not to stay empty because of all the dead bodies. There was a huge cupboard, the bed, two shelves, a desk with a chair, a sofa with a small table in the corner and a TV. Whoever had occupied this room before must have had an amazing life. Clarke nodded in agreement to Bellamy's words. "You're right."
"Downstairs is just the same." He continued as he came towards the bed to let himself down next to her. She let her eyes travel over his profile from the side. The food and the welcoming feeling they were given here had luckily prevented him from turning into his moody self. On the opposite, he seemed to be especially cheerful at the moment, a smile dancing around his lips, his eyes glistening, and his hair had just reached her favorite length after she had last cut it. It was really hard to resist to run her hand through his black almost curls.
"Did you check out all of the rooms?"
He shook his head a little. "No, just the kitchen and what I assume to be the cloakroom for whatever major parties they hosted here."
She laughed a little. "I bet they had the best in town."
Bellamy agreed, imitating a horrible Canadian accent. "And it was an honor to be invited to these exclusive get-togethers."
Clarke couldn't stop herself from laughing even more. "What are you doing?"
He grinned sheepishly as he watched her roll back on her bed. "A lot of Canadians were living around this area."
"Oh really?" Clarke asked, when she had recovered more or less. "And you know that because?"
"Because we are in Michigan."
Clarke nodded slowly. "Yeah, that's a good reason."
He leaned over her, a dead serious expression in his eyes. "It's right next to Toronto, you Nerd."
She stopped. Maybe he didn't realize it but by leaning over her, he had put himself way too close to her. Suddenly the different shades of brown in his eyes were easy to see again, she could count his freckles and feel the warmth radiating off of him. That was something she had noticed before. Whenever she was close to Bellamy, she felt warm. It was a nice feeling. Her eyes dropped to his lips for a second. No, no, no! This was a really bad idea! What was he even doing here on that note? Did he plan to spend the night with her in the same room? Not that she wanted to complain but he usually took his own room…
She cleared her throat and stopped her confusing thoughts right there when she realized she had been quiet for far too long and the stupid grin on his face told her he had noticed too. In a last desperate attempt to restore at least 1% of her dignity she flipped her fingers against his forehead. "That reason is still invalid, you dork."
He rolled his eyes before straighten up and putting enough distance between them again for Clarke to think straight. Her eyes were caught on the second door in the room at that moment. She was curious about it so she got up from the bed, maybe also to escape whatever would have happened next between them.
Even though she had been expecting a bathroom behind the closed door, she had to stop because she had not been expecting this. "Wow, this bathroom looks unreal!" The girl exclaimed as she took in the sight of the huge shower, a luxurious bathing tub, two toilet seats and a huge mirror with two sinks in front of them. The house didn't even look that fancy and modern from the outside, so all of these rooms were a surprise kind of. Even though everything in here was amazing, her eyes traveled back to the shower. It reminded her of one she had seen in a movie several times. There was enough room for two people and…
She was joined by Bellamy before she could continue that thought, luckily. Or maybe not because heat was still rising in her cheeks at what she had almost been thinking about as he nodded appreciatively, his attention focused on the room. "You're right."
"This looks like the Queen could spend a night here." Clarke laughed a little, trying to distract herself before looking at him.
He grinned at these words. "So it suits you, Princess."
Now, it was up to her to roll her eyes a little but he made her stop when he licked his lips, refocusing her attention on them. Dammit! She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest. "Possibly, but it's wrong for you then."
"How so?" He cocked one eyebrow which made it easier for Clarke to look back up to his eyes.
"The beast in a fancy bathroom with…" She was cut off when Bellamy moved closer without warning, her back hitting the bathroom wall gently.
"What was that?" He asked, only inches away from her. What the hell was he trying to achieve here? Why did he keep doing that? Or was she just interpreting too much into what he was doing? She bit her lip and involuntarily made fists at the hem of his shirt. If he noticed, at least he didn't show it this time.
"I think you heard me," she replied with a matching cocky grin. Just because her insides were going crazy because of him didn't mean she had to let it show.
"Mhm…" His grin suddenly grew a little wider as he leaned forward so his lips touched her earlobe for the fraction of a second, one of his hand placed against the stone wall next to her head, the other one dancing just inches above her exposed skin at her waist. She wanted him to touch her but she didn't want to show it, so all she could do was hope that he wasn't strong enough to resist either.
"So if I'm the beast in the story…" He whispered next to her ear. "There is no reason for me to keep acting all noble and gentleman like, is there?" He asked.
Clarke closed her eyes. Really, she couldn't let him distract her with the way his eyes locked with hers and the closeness of his lips to her skin. "You could prove me wrong." She therefore suggested even though she was pretty sure they were far past that point.
She could hear him chuckle slightly. "Where would be the fun in that?"
She snorted, opening her eyes again before deciding to test her luck a little by leaning forward now too. "And what fun exactly are we having, if I may ask, Mr. Blake?"
Even though he was acting all tough and collected, she didn't miss the way he swallowed as she breathed out against his lips and felt his muscles tense a little as his body was almost entirely touching hers.
"Well…" His eyes flickered toward the shower for a second. "I don't know…" He continued. He was insecure about this, obviously but she didn't understand why.
"Be creative." She provoked him, letting her hand travel up his shirt and over his muscles.
He cleared his throat again but his voice was still hoarse when he spoke low: "Well, Miss Griffin, as I believe we won't get to take too many showers in the near future and this over there looks perfectly fine to fit two people… Would you do me the honor?"
The honor? She had to suppress a laugh. Many people might argue that there was nothing honorable about undressing and showering in front of a man you weren't in a relationship with. Luckily Clarke wasn't one of those people. Her teeth were boring into her lips as she nodded already. "Okay…"
A grin appeared on her lips again now as she took the hand he was now offering her. Still, he let her guide him towards the shower, returning her grin. When they stopped in front of it, she reluctantly let go of his hand. It wasn't like she had showered with too many people before but Bellamy seemed perfectly calm and confident as he pulled his shirt over his head. To avoid staring at him as he got rid of his clothes, she started undressing too. It was kind of weird, considering how before he had been the one undressing her and she had been drunk two out of three times she had actually gotten really intimate with him. What if he would see something he wouldn't like about her now? What if this was a bad idea? What if…
"Hey…" His low voice and his arms wrapping around her waist from behind interrupted her racing thoughts. He dropped his lips towards her shoulder, placing a few kisses there. "You look beautiful," he whispered, as if he had been reading her thoughts. Maybe she just looked really uncomfortable but why? She wanted this, possibly even more than Bellamy did. She smiled a little at his words and turned her head. She really would have liked to kiss him right then but his lips were too far away and his grip kept her turned forward.
"Just relax." He continued as he carefully pushed her forward so they stepped through the glass door and into the showering area. There were two shower heads hanging from above so obviously this was made for two people. She felt Bellamy move his hands up her back to place them at her shoulders and start massaging her. She couldn't quite keep a low moan from escaping her lips as tension fell off of her. He definitely knew what he was doing with his hands.
She let him proceed for a little time before she realized that he had released his grip on her and abruptly turned around. He raised his eyebrows in question at her sudden movement but didn't argue when she took a step forward and her lips crashed into his. She was done resisting him. He returned the kiss immediately, placing his hands back at her waist to keep her close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck in response, stroking his skin there. All of this made her really realize for the first time that they were both naked and their bodies were so close to each other.
She let her tongue travel over his bottom lip and he parted his just a second later. At the same time she felt his hand wander up her side and stop at her breasts, at first his hand just gently applied pressure to it but soon he got a little rougher as he teased her nipples with his fingers. He swallowed her moan in response before he broke the kiss to work at her neck instead now. She leaned her head back against the wall, not even remembering when they had moved backwards against it. Willingly she leaned her head even more to the side as he kissed and sucked at her sensitive skin right there.
She let her hand dishevel his hair even more as his lips found her collarbone, her cleavage and finally her breasts. He placed more kisses there until finally his fingers teasing her nipples were replaced with his tongue.
"Bellamy…" She gasped and her hand in his hair tightened automatically. She felt him grin before he straighten up again to kiss her lips. While returning the kiss, Clarke also wanted to return his favor by enclosing one of her hands around his dick. Without breaking the kiss she started moving her hand up and down his shaft, making him let out a low growl against her lips. Just like he did before she started kissing down his jawline, his neck, his chest and stomach until she kneeled in front of him.
Working with her hand for one more moment, she looked up at him with a small grin just to find him staring at her with a mixture of desire and adoration she had never been looked at with before. She bit her lip but focused on how she wanted to thank him then by parting her lips and then taking in as much of his dick as possible for now. She sucked before moving her head back and licking over his tip with her tongue for a few times, making him growl once more. When she took him back inside of her mouth, she kept eye contact with him, repeating the movement of her head several times and letting her hands play with his balls.
He let her keep going for quite some time until his hands closed around her shoulders pulling her back up. Their lips almost automatically found each other. Clarke wrapped one of her legs around his hip as his hand started massaging her breast again. She moaned against his lips and in respond started grinding her hips against his in addition. His grip on her tightened as he pushed away from the wall to turn them around and press her back against the cold tiles. So caught up in the moment and in him she didn't even notice the cold though. All she could process was him at the moment.
"Bellamy…" She breathed against his lips, eager to finally feel him fill her out again.
He growled a little, obviously just as tempted. "We don't have a condom…"
"I know…" She hated this. It was all so complicated. "Just… don't finish inside of me."
He looked doubtful and she had to admit, it was kind of cute. Most guys probably wouldn't worry as much in this situation.
"It's alright, I trust you…" She pressed closer to him again, starting to move her body against his once more.
"You're really overestimating my self-control." He replied but all his defenses seemed to be broken as he put his hands around her butt to pick her up. She reached between them to find his cock with her hand again and move it to her entrance but she was too high up for him to enter her.
"Bellamy…" She pleaded, trying to get him to lower her down but despite his previous words, a mischievous grin appeared on his lips. "We have all the time in the world, Princess. Why rush this?"
She groaned. Was he serious right now? How could he still want to wait? They had waited for more than enough.
"Please..." She tried getting closer to him once more but he kept her at a distance. He leaned forward letting his lips touch her jaw, travelling further down her neck and over her cleavage once more with such a gentleness that goosebumps appeared on her whole body. She loved what he was doing with his mouth but they both knew, he still wasn't touching her where she most wanted it. He looked up at her from her breasts while sticking out his tongues to lick her already hyper sensitive nipples even more. She groaned his name and started moving her hand over his hard member in her hand again.
That seemed to be enough for him as he finally let her down a little bit, so that she could feel his tip at her entrance. She moved her lower body back and forth to get at least a little bit of friction even though it was far from enough.
"Bellamy…" She pressed once more against his lips and he finally gave in entirely with a low growl. As he entered her with his whole length, she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders. He pressed her back against the wall behind her as she felt his grip on her thighs tighten. His breath went heavy as his lips trailed over her neck. For a few seconds, they didn't move.
"Are you okay?" He whispered next to her ear and she smiled, while placing one of her hands at his cheek to get him to turn his head.
"I'm fine!" She assured before kissing him. That was when he started moving again, rolling his hips against hers, pulling out almost entirely, just to enter her again. She moved her hips to meet his every time, trying to get him to keep up the pace even more and move as deep as possible. Their hands discovered each other's bodies and their lips seemed glued together. They tried getting closer and closer together. Clarke wasn't sure how long they kept going like this when Bellamy suddenly pulled out of her entirely for real.
Before she could protest though, his dick was replaced with his fingers inside of her. One look into his eyes proofed her that he just wanted to be careful and he obviously couldn't be sure of much longer he would be able to stop himself from cuming. The tension that had built up in her lower body only understood too well. While two of his fingers now did the same job his cock had done before, his thumb moved in circles over her clit. His other hand was working on her breasts and his mouth was back on her lips.
He was driving her insane in the best way possible. She knew she wouldn't last much longer and from the way he was looking at her now, she could tell that he knew. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on nothing but the feeling of his hands on her when he growled once more. "Clarke, look at me…"
She obeyed and they locked eyes. "Bellamy…" She breathed his name as she felt goosebumps appear on her skin again. Just seconds later her lower body contradicted and she felt like a warm shower ran over her back. She moaned one more time without tearing her glance away from Bellamy's. He held her pressed against him luckily, since she wasn't sure if her knees would have been able to support her all on their own.
She needed a few moments to catch her breath and regain her strength before she pushed him away from her a few inches. Just enough so she could drop back on her knees in front of him. His dick was still really hard and she wanted some equality for him. So she enclosed him once more, grinning up at him for a second. Now he was the one being impatient as she could tell from the look on his face. She kissed his tip before sticking out her tongue to lightly touch it. He growled a little. Since her orgasm had put her in a good mood she also decided not to let him suffer any longer than necessary so she closed her whole mouth around his cock and starting sucking. Moving her head back and forth and using her hands to give him even more. He moaned and leaned his hands against the wall for support. It was obvious how he wasn't too far away from his orgasm anymore. Clarke enjoyed the expression on his face and knowing she was the source of it, made it even better.
When he finally came to his release with another load moan, she swallowed what he shot in her mouth without hesitation or protest before opening her mouth to give him free. For a second she stayed on the ground, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when Bellamy reached for her other hand to pull her back up. She kissed him which he returned passionately, pulling her into his arms. She leaned her against his chest when they broke the kiss, both still a little out of breath but there was a comfortable silence hovering over them.
Never before had she actually felt that close to anyone, physically and mentally. It was the kind of feeling you probably could only feel with one person in the whole world. It electrified her whole body and made her feel more alive than anything else. She turned back around to look into his eyes and he smiled at her. Fuck it! She was done! Who knew much time they would have left? Who knew what was going to happen? She didn't want to waste anymore seconds! It was just a small moment of stupid bravery and honesty and she opened her mouth before her own insecurities and stupid doubts or anything else could stop her: "Bellamy, I love you!"
He stopped and just stared at her like he couldn't believe the words had actually left her mouth. When more seconds passed and he didn't react at all, Clarke felt a certain uneasiness creep up her back. Had she misinterpreted everything? Was this actually just sex for him? She was about to backpedal, when suddenly he leaned forward again and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him once more. She could feel him smile a little as she returned the kiss.
When he pulled away again, he locked eyes with her and murmured: "I love you too, Clarke!"
These words made her happier than she had expected. She felt like she was kissing him for the first time all over again. Fireworks went off inside of her and she felt like every inch of her skin was on fire. She couldn't remember ever feeling like this and she couldn't help the relieved and happy laugh escaping her lips. Bellamy joined her in her laughter, straightening up again but keeping his arms closed around her. Why had it been so hard for them to say these three words? Now that they were out, Clarke felt like it was the most natural thing. She loved him. She was in love with Bellamy Blake. And he was in love with her. And that just felt so right. She let her hand travel over his cheek and his smile grew even bigger. Yes, all of the voices and doubts and the problems that had been flying around in her head seemed so dumb and far away suddenly. How could she have ever listened to them? This was Bellamy she was talking about and he was more than worth it, whatever was to come.
When they finally had managed to unwrap from each other and Clarke had put on her underwear again, she returned to their bedroom. It was weird to think at first. Their bedroom. But that was what it would be for tonight. He wouldn't have to leave once he would come out of the bathroom, there would be no awkward moment saying goodbye, no lying in bed alone and wishing he was there next to her. She stepped towards the big windows right next to the bed she hadn't even really noticed before. It presented a pretty good view to her of the scenery. She could see over the wide countryside and the shape of a forest in the distance. It was almost too easy to believe everything was still okay and they didn't live in a world trying to kill them every day.
She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Just for one night she didn't want to think and worry so much, just for tonight she wanted to be here with Bellamy and she wanted it to be easy and simple, like it was supposed to be. The door to the bathroom opening made her turn back around and she smiled when he reappeared. She walked over to the bed to sit down and he joined her, taking her hand and she stopped.
There was a certain seriousness on his face that didn't really match the situation. Some tension seemed to have returned to his shoulders but just when she was about to ask him what was up, he started speaking, looking her straight in the eye: "Clarke, I need you to promise me something."
She frowned. What was going on? "What is it?"
He took a deep breath before continuing: "Promise me, if I'm about to turn or if you find me turned, you'll kill me."
"What…?" She blinked. What the hell was on? Why? He couldn't be bitten, he couldn't turn. And he wouldn't, there was no way in hell she would let that happen.
"Please, I need you to promise me!"
She looked into his eyes and found a desperation she had hardly seen in them. For some reason this seemed to be insanely important to him. She had an idea where it came from, seeing the woman in that house who went crazy after… She bit her lip. No, that wouldn't ever be them. Nothing like that would happen to them.
"Nothing will happen to you."
He took a deep breath. "We don't know that…"
"Bellamy…"
"Please, Clarke, I need to know that… I don't want to be like that, okay? I would rather be dead than a threat to everyone I care about!"
She bit her lip. It seemed so important to him and she didn't want to deny him that promise. It was understandable but an unlikely scenario. Actually she had started to believe that things were going to be fine from now on. They were about to find Octavia, they got to spend the night at a house like this, they had confessed their feelings. Things were taking a better turn for them now!
She took a deep breath and placed her hands at his cheeks, looking into his eyes. "I promise."
He gave her a small smile at these words and placed his hand over her thigh before leaning forward again and placing another kiss on her lips. It was still new but it was so good. Kissing didn't have to be something they only did under pressure, when they thought they were going to lose each other but it could be something small, something daily, something to distract them from the hell outside. When he pulled away again, she stroke his cheek with her thumb. "It's going to be fine, Bellamy."
He nodded but his expression didn't really convince her. "Hey… We're about to find Octavia, that's something to look forward too! Finally after all this time and we're going to figure something out about Mount Weather, too."
"Okay." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest. She didn't hesitate to return the hug and pressed herself close against him. They stayed like this for a few seconds before Clarke whispered: "Don't you still have hope?" She pulled away slightly to be able to look at him.
There was a certain soft expression in his eyes now as he looked at her and gave her another smile. "We're still breathing, right?"