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Chapter 13.

Recap: Lexa would look over them for a moment before she would speak. "Good. Make arrangements with three of your trusted people to travel with us to Polis for the swearing in. Anya has sworn she will help protect Tondc and Skaikru camp while the swearing in happens. Once complete, Skaikru will be the thirteenth clan."

Clarke stood next to Bellamy upon the ridge that overlooked Polis, the feeling of trepidation filling her at the sight of what was once a large city but was now ruins overran by vegetation. There was one large pillar in the center of the city, a pillar that commanded respect out of all the inhabits of the city and for as far as the eye could see. "This is amazing…" Clarke murmured softly to him and Bellamy moved closer to her to survey the ground. He gave her a tight smile before he spoke to her, "It is… but we have to be wary until we know what they exactly want." Clarke gave him a nod and her attention was diverted by Lexa starting to walk towards them.

"Welcome to Polis. Home of the commander and the center of our civilization. You, Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake kom Skaikru are welcomed to enter." Lexa stated with a slight incline of her head, her gaze roaming over Clarke only to smirk slightly when Bellamy shifted closer to her. She turned her head to speak to her guardsman, Gustus, and he would give her a simple nod before leading the Skaikru down the path towards the city of Polis.

Bellamy wasn't too sure about what was happening, having to split up their groups but at the thought of peace it would be worth a little discomfort. As they walked down the path towards the stones of the road, he would glance over at Gustus. The man was tall, much taller than himself with intricate tattoos along his features. "So… are you like her bodyguard?"

"Bodyguard, general of her armies, and confidant." Came the gruff reply as the man scanned the area with his eyes, never stopping in his perusal of the area in order to keep his commander safe. "And you? What are you to this Clarke?"

Bellamy listened to his words, his hands on the rifle tightening in response before he would clear his throat to speak to the warrior that really outweighed him, "Clarke is mine and I am her's. I will protect her like none other and I know she will always have my back."

Gustus would look at the younger man with an iota of respect in his eyes before he was back to his ever-constant perusal of the area. No more words were spoken as they trekked towards the large skyscraper that stood in the center of the city. Bellamy would fall back to Clarke's side as they entered the skyscraper and then into what looked to be a throne room. He would motion forward for her to take a seat that Lexa had motioned to and he would move to stand behind her chair just as he saw Gustus do behind Lexa. He couldn't help but to catch the look that Gustus had, a look of respect at the way he instantly moved to protect his leader.

Clarke would sit down at the round table, looking at the different grounders that surrounded the area from the individuals that were sitting in the chairs to the warriors that were behind them. She knew that Bellamy was standing right behind her, feeling how protective he was being and she couldn't fathom facing this without him being there. She moved her hand behind her, touching him to reassure him that she was there and to reassure herself that he was there and ready for anything that could happen.

Lexa had seen that simple touch and she would meet Clarke's eyes before she would look around the room at the group of grounders. "We are here to discuss the entrance of a thirteenth clan. That of the Skaikru and to speak on their behalf we have requested their leader, Clarke, to attend us and speak to us about the plight of the Skaikru."

Clarke would take a strong breath and felt Bellamy shift behind her to give her the support she needed as she would speak to the group of grounders. "Thank you, commander. We were born on a space station called the Arc, which was a combination of multiple countries that went to space before the end of wars happened. There, families are only allowed one child per unit and crimes were treated harshly due to lack of supplies. If you were… convicted of a crime you were punished by being floated. Which means… you were sent out into space to die almost immediately. My father..." she stated for a moment, turning her head to meet Bellamy's eyes before looking back to the group of leaders. "My father tried to warn everyone of the problem the Arc was facing and was killed for it. When I tried to bring the word out, I was arrested. Since I was under the age of maturity, I was locked up with others to await my trail. Instead of a trail, we were all sent down to the ground to see if it was livable. We all believed it wasn't and that there was none who had survived the bombings."

"Even though they all thought you couldn't survive?" one of the other leaders asked, leaning forwaard on the table to look towards Clarke.

"Yes. They are running out of breathable air and sent us down to find out if they can live. Once they realized we could, they have stated that the rest of them will follow down."

Lexa would frown softly, drumming her fingers on her carved chair arms. "And you? What was your crime?" She asked as she looked towards Bellamy, needing to know if she would have potential usurpers being admitted into her group.

Bellamy would clear his throat before speaking, "My mother was floated… er… put to death for having a second child. Octavia... we had to hide her under the floor for almost her entire life. I made a decision to let her out one day and we had an unexpected raid. She was captured and our mother put to death for it. They let me live with the guilt… but I decided that I wanted to get to my sister. I was asked to commit an assignation in order to get on the dropship to get to my sister. I fired, but I didn't want to kill him and thankfully I didn't. I was pardoned, thanks to Clarke, and for that she will always have my loyalty."

Clarke would speak up firmly to them, "If it wasn't for Bellamy when we first arrived, we wouldn't have survived. No one wanted to take orders and thankfully Bellamy had just enough strength to keep everyone in line."

Lexa would press her hands together in thought as she looked between them all and saw the outrage on each of their features. They were hard clans and were used to violent and killing, but children were cared for and loved. It was unheard of to ban families from more than one child as long as they produced children that did not show evidence of radiation deformities. Her eyes met some of the other people before she would speak out. "Are we in agreement that the Skaikru can become the thirteenth clan?" She watched as each clan gave their acknowledgement and she would stand up to face Clarke and Bellamy. "We will accept you into our alliance as our thirteenth clan. The condition is that if members of this Arc can arrive, they will have to pledge allegiance to not only us, but to you. They will make up part of your clan and if they can not agree to be ruled by Clarke Griffin of Skaikru, then they will have to petition us for a clan."

Clarke stood riveted to the spot, her eyes upon Lexa's face before she glanced up to her side to see the baffled expression she had mirrored upon Bellamy's handsome face. His dark eyes shifted from the commander to look at her in a silent plea for her to take the deal. Their people would be safe from attack if they accepted and Clarke would give him a small smile before meeting Lexa's face once more. "Skaikru will be honored to join."

Lexa would give them both a nod and she stood straight as the other leaders would stand as well. "The Coalition welcomes Skaikru and leaders Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake. Gustus, please show them to their chambers for tonight."

Gustus nodded in his acceptance of her command and would turn to the two leaders, directing them out of the chamber and into the larger chamber that held other members of the parties that were still inside. He watched with interest as Bellamy nodded his head towards the two members of the Skaikru that had followed them and they would all fall into step behind him. Gustus wouldn't take them far, just down the hallway from the Commander's room and motioned for Clarke to enter. "This will be your room, Leader Clarke of Skaikru. Follow me, Leader Bellamy and I will show you to your quarters."

Bellamy would shake his head, taking a step up beside Clarke to stare up at Gustus as if to challenge him. "I will stay here with Clarke, the others that came with us can take our chamber." He stated as he motioned towards Monroe and Drew. The two nodded and waited for Gustus to direct them. Gustus would only smirk towards the younger and shorter man, and he knew that he would report this to his commander. "This way." He stated simply as he started to lead the other two along the hallway.

Bellamy would cross his arms against his chest for a moment as he watched Gustus, unable to shake the feeling that the man was smarter than he looked. He turned himself into the room, pushing the door closed with the heel of his boot and his eyes took in the decor. It wasn't like anything they had back on the Arc with an actual bedding and cloths hanging over it, around it to enclose the person in some sort of fabric cocoon.

"Well… I wonder what Chancellor Jaha would have to say about all this." Bellamy stated with a smirk on his features.

Clarke would give a small shake of her head, moving closer to him and moving her hand to press against his chest softly. She knew what it took for him to tell the story of his sister and mother, that he still blamed himself for his mother's death. Her fingers slowly curled into his shirt as she tilted her head to look up towards him. Blue eyes met chocolate brown ones before he was leaning down and kissing her passionately, his arms moving around her to grip her to him as if he couldn't stand being apart from her for one more second. His hand moved up the small of her back, pressing under her clothing to press against her skin and he let out a shaky sigh against her lips. Clarke pulled back slightly to look up at him curiously when he did so and he only gave her a small grin before speaking to her, "It has been a rough day and I just wanted to touch you. I'm glad that you were right and this actually worked out for the best."

Clarke would give him a soft smile, moving her hand up along his chest to his shoulder and then along the back of his head. Her fingers pressed up into the messy black curls as she pulled him down playfully towards her. She laughed out against his lips when he quickly bent down to kiss her passionately again. He forced her backwards, the steps leading them to the bed and when she felt the edge of the bed press against the back of her knees she would fall back onto the bedding. Their lips parted and their eyes met. Bellamy would grin mischievously down at her, the dimple that Clarke loved appearing in his chin as he reached down to start undoing her shoes to pull them off. When he pulled back enough to make sure her shoes fell off to the side, she would playfully reach to grasp his coat to push off of his arms before leaning back on her arms to look over him.

"Clarke…" Bellamy's gruff voice filled the air between them as he reached to yank off his shirt and tossed it to the side, quickly reaching down to undo the belt that helped keep his pants up. His eyes burned down at the woman he was in love with and he stopped messing with his belt. His hand moved to slowly start to lift her shirt upwards and helped her pull it off. The moment her breasts came into view his breath caught in his throat for a moment before he would lean down to meet their lips again. Her soft moan echoed against his lips as they kissed, her breasts pressing against his now bare chest and he felt her fingers moving downwards towards his waist as she finished undoing his belt and pushed so his pants fell off his hips. "You make me loose myself every time, Clarke." Bellamy stated in frustration, but his lips didn't leave her skin. He kissed the corner of her lips, the line of her jawline and over her chin before he broke away to concentrate on removing her pants.

Clarke would chuckle softly at his words, pushing him back from her when he leaned up to undo her pants and she would reach down to help him. With a soft shift of her hips she was able to push her pants down and only laughed brightly when he pulled the material free of her legs. He moved up onto the bedding, pressing her legs apart as he moved and Clarke would move her hands up along his strong arms to his shoulders. "You really can't control yourself, can you?"

"When it comes to you? No." He grunted out as he leaned down to press kisses along her collarbone and downwards along her chest. His fingers trailed down over the ridges of her stomach and hips before he came to her apex of her thighs. His fingers came along the nest of golden curls only to come in contact with her desire for him. He would shift on his knees, moving forward between her thighs and hooking them onto his hips as he guided himself against her. With a small shift of his hips he was pressing himself inside of her. He shifted down, pressing one forearm against the bedding while the other while he connected with her completely. He would lower his head, kissing her forehead softly and gently as she gasped in response to him. When he started to move, she met him for each hard thrust he gave her until they both felt the tension that they held all day coil and release. When he finally came aware of himself, he was still entangled in her arms and his body pressing down onto her's. He would take the time to lift himself up and rolled to the side, pulling her as well so he could keep her close to him. His long fingers moved through her sweaty hair at her temple and he whispered against her forehead, "Stay with me, Clarke…"

Clarke was just starting to drift asleep when she felt his lips against her forehead and then his words, her own hand moved up to press against his wrist as she turned her head to kiss the heel of his palm. "Always, Bellamy." Her eyes lifted to meet his sleepy ones and she would move closer so her head could rest on his chest and his arms could wrap around her tightly.

Clarke shifted slowly as she started to come awake, something had awoken her but she wasn't too sure what had. She tilted her head to the right only to see Bellamy's handsome face next to her own. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes took in his relaxed features, her fingers moving up to slowly move to press his messy curl back from his forehead. She watched him for another moment or so before she pulled herself free of his hold as easy and gently as she could. Once free, she pulled on her pants and then pulled her shirt on with a jacket, pulling the edges closer around her as she walked over towards the opened window and the view of the city. She could get used to a view like this, but she also found that she missed the hustle and bustle of the campsite. Of Octavia yelling at someone for being an idoit, the sound of Miller giving orders and Bellamy reprimanding someone. Clarke turned her head quickly when she heard a soft knock on the wood of the door and she would start to walk towards it. She noticed that Bellamy hadn't awoken yet and after making sure that he was covered with the blanket, she would open the door only to see Lexa there. Her eyes widen for a moment before she would speak quietly, "Lexa. How can I help you?"

Lexa glanced behind her only to see the sleeping man and her brows wrinkled before she spoke, "You are with him?"

Clarke would blush slightly before she would give a small nod. "Yes, is something wrong?"

"Oh… no, there isn't anything wrong. I just wanted to… know. If you two are in a committed relationship then we can perform a marriage ceremony. It would solidify the claim of power and centralize it more."

"Like you and Gustus?"

"No! I mean, Gustus and I are not in that kind of relationship."

Clarke would nod softly to her and leaned against the door jam slightly. "Understood. I don't know if we are ready for that kind of step together, but I would be open to speaking to him about it."

"Do. Let me know what you decide and we can do a handfasting ceremony. It isn't a marriage, but it is a signal to everyone that you two are a united pair." Lexa continued.

"Thank you, anything else?"

"No… just that and to let you know that the swearing in will be this evening for your stature, and then an escort to take you back with supplies of good will." Lexa stated as she drew back, her gaze going back to the man laying in the bed who had awoken and staring at her as if she was a threat.

"Thank you, Lexa." Clarke stated, closing the door and turning herself around only to see Bellamy starting to sit up in the bedding. She grinned towards him, watching him as he held out his hand to her and she walked towards him without a second thought. She sat down upon the bedding, her fingers lacing with his own and she would ask him curiously, "You heard?"

"Yeah." He stated as he drew himself up against the headboard and pulled her against him on the bedding. His lips pressed against her temple as she ran her fingers along his arms softly. "Do you want to do all that? The ceremony where we are basically married?"

"I do… if you want me like that." She stated simply and she looked up only to see his wide grin at her. His fingers moved along her chin and jaw softly, "I want you like that."

Clarke grinned up towards him when he agreed with her, her head tilting so she could kiss his lips softly and gently. Bellamy tried to deepen the kiss only for a loud knock to sound at the door again. He groaned, resting his forehead against her own as he spoke, "I can't wait to get back to the dropship, build our home and lock the door." He grumbled as he pulled away from her and pulled his pants up as he walked towards the door to open it. He gave a look over when he noticed Gustus there and crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Gustus."

"Bellamy of Skaikru." Gustus stated, his own arms crossed against his chest and he would motion towards him. "You are to come with me. The commander has stated that you two wished to bind in a ceremony and to prepare you, I want to take you to get a tattoo."

"Tattoo?" Clarke asked from behind him, walking up from the bedding with Bellamy's shirt and boots in her hands. She watched as Gustus nodded in acknowledgement to her before he would continue to speak, "Yes… the marks that I carry are manhood marks. Bellamy would be more respected if he wore any kind of marking such as this."

Bellamy contemplated it for a moment, glancing down at Clarke for her idea of it and he would turn to look back at Gustus. "Alright, but we don't want to make it too big and make our people think we have changed sides before we were able to help explain all of this."

Gustus nodded in understanding and motioned out to the hall. "I will await you."

Bellamy would close the door and sat upon a chair against the wall to start pulling on his boots while he looked up at Clarke. He grinned towards her, giving her some reassurance as she reached to help him add his shirt on and she moved between his legs as she kissed his lips softly and gently. After a moment she would pull back to give him a playful tug on his hair as she spoke, "Well… go on. Gustus doesn't strike me as someone who will wait long." He would give a nod to her as he leaned up to steal one more kiss from her lips as he stood. "Stay in the room if you can, and if you have to leave it make sure Monroe is with you."

"I promise," Clarke stated simply as she crossed her arms against her chest and watched him as he left her alone. Clarke sighed, pressing her fingers up into her hair for a moment to brush out the tangles and she would move back towards the bedding to sit down upon it as she thought about how different everything was. She couldn't imagen what would have happened if she hadn't convinced Anya to speak to her that day on the bridge. Would war have come to the dropship and if so, how many people would have been killed. She didn't know how long she had been in there, lost in her thought and sketching of the city when the door open for Bellamy to reenter the room. She gave him a grin when she saw him, setting her drawings back down and walking over towards him to inspect the new markings.

Bellamy had opted for an inked tattoo along his right arm from his wrist that weaved around his arm and ended up near his collarbone. It had been painful, but he had known that he shouldn't cry out or give any sign that it actually did pain him. "See? I'm still in one piece." He teased her as he showed her the new marking and slowly moved his fingers along her cheeks. He watched her quizzical eyes search his skin for any kind of pain markers then grinned when she leaned up so they could share a soft kiss together. He pulled back with a groan at the knock upon the door, moving to press a soft kiss against her forehead once more before he went back to look out the door. He was surprised to see Lexa standing there and he could tell she was surprised and disappointed that he was there as well. "Commander." He stated politely as he inclined his head, but didn't back away from letting her in.

"I came to get Clarke to prepare her for the ceremony." Lexa stated, looking over to see Clarke. Clarke would walk up beside her lover, her fingers moving to rest on his arm as she spoke. "I thought that it was just a simple swearing in and that was it. We promised our people we would be home by nightfall."

Bellamy watched as Lexa's eyes widen in the blatant shut down Clarke gave her and she would give a nod. "Of course, we are ready for you in the great hall."

Bellamy would direct his hand for Lexa to start walking and the moment she did, Bellamy would fall into step behind her with Clarke at his side. A nod was given over to the two that had accompanied them that they were leaving. He didn't know why he didn't trust the commander, but the way that she kept looking at Clarke put him on edge. It was as if she were looking at his girl like she was a piece of meat and that didn't sit right with him. He found himself smiling when Clarke reached down to lace her fingers with his own and he would lift their combined hands to press a kiss to her skin.

Clarke didn't know why Bellamy was displaying such jealously when it came to the Commander, but she didn't want to be the first to complain about it. She liked the way that he moved close to her, the way he held her hand and tried to give her kisses and touches as if to prove to the others that they were together. When they walked into the main hall, she shared a look with Bellamy while Lexa motioned for them to step in to the center of the room. Clarke would share a look with Bellamy before she did as she was asked to do. She took those few steps till Bellamy and her stood before the gathered people in the hall.

Lexa would wait for the attention to be on her before speaking, "Leader Clarke of Skaikru and her consort Bellamy of Skaikru." She watched as the others all clenched their fists and pressed it against their chest over their heart in respect. She did the same motion, though she was bitter at how easily Clarke smiled only at Bellamy.

Clarke would smile towards everyone that was swearing alliance to the Skaikru and she would press her own fist against her heart. She glanced over towards Bellamy who was looking towards her with those big chocolate brown eyes. He would give her a beautiful smile as he also pressed his fist over his heart to signal their alliance to everyone within the room and to each other. She would turn her head to look towards Monroe who nodded her head towards Clarke to show that they had their backs if need be.

Bellamy wouldn't waste anymore time in Polis then they had to, he was worried about the way Lexa looked at his Clarke and he wanted to get back to camp as soon as possible. They soon were loaded down with gifts and supplies from the other clans and were on their way back towards the camp. His eyes drifted up towards the sky as if he were debating over everything that had occurred before he would look down to Clarke. "So… we basically got married, didn't we?"

Clarke laughed beside him, tilting her head to look up at him and nodded. "Yeah… I think we did."

*Ending the chapter here. Again, so sorry for the delay with all the things going on around the house and I'm sure everyone else is facing. I'll upload another chapter in the coming week. Also, I am still without a beta so please ignore and excuse all the errors.