Chapter 12

(Author's Note: Although this story is generally rated T, this chapter has hints of a M Rating. Readers advised.)

He drifted in and out of consciousness. It seemed to hurt to even think about opening his eyes. To chance the blinding light didn't seem to be worth it, but he had to know what was happening. He had to know where he was. He had to know that someone else was doing something about the grounders. That someone had kept preparing for what was to come.

His mind seemed to slowly drift back to the events that had just happened only a couple hours before. Was it only a couple of hours? Or had it been longer?

He knew that he had passed out once he got into the drop ship and was immediately overwhelmed with feelings of vulnerability. The leader couldn't be sick. The leader couldn't die. The leader needed to be healthy and strong.

He wondered where Octavia and Emme were. Did they know that he was sick too? Did everyone in the camp know? Would they think of him any less now that he was probably lying down somewhere useless? Did they know that he was going to be trying desperately to get better?

He fought against the urge to go back into a deep slumber. He fought against the urge to allow himself to cry because of the pain he was in. He just needed to open his eyes.

Bellamy's eyes slowly opened and hesitated against the dim light the drop ship offered. His head turned to the side to see his sister beside him.

"Hey there big brother," she greeted softly with a small smile. Although her eyes twinkled with happiness - happiness he assumed was due to him now being awake - he could see the worry behind them as well.

"Are you okay?" He managed to choke out. His throat was coarse and burned. Each swallow felt like he had tried to eat something sharp and it got stuck a few times on the way down. Octavia nodded and squeezed his hand.

"I'm probably not getting sick," she admitted."Clarke got sick though."

Bellamy's eyes searched the room to find his biggest competition to be in the same condition he was. Was it bad that he felt relief? Relief that for a moment, he didn't have to put on a brave face. Relief that no one would judge him now that Clarke was sick too.

Clarke was on a blanket on the opposite side of the drop ship with only Emme beside her. Emme rested on her knees and had a damp cloth pressed against Clarke's forehead.

When he focused more on Emme, he felt an overwhelming sense of pride. To see her helping others especially just after she was so sick - he wasn't even sure if she was fully recovered yet - confirmed her strength.

Although he was glad now that he was awake, he feared about what was to come.

"I'm scared," he told his sister as tears started to form in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you," Octavia said tenderly.

"That's the same promise I made to you when you were born."

"I know, big brother."

By this point, there were many kids in the drop ship getting treated. Bellamy knew that there would be fatalities and that they would be inevitable. He just hoped that they wouldn't lose too many.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by another voice.

"I'll take over if you don't mind," the deeper voice said. Octavia glanced up and reluctantly nodded. In her place, sat Wells.

Bellamy chose not to roll his eyes. He chose not to comment or cause a scene. Truth be told, he barely had enough energy to keep his eyes open. He also didn't want to cause any altercations with so many people watching, that also included Emme.

Wells pressed a damp cloth to Bellamy's forehead. The dampness immediately brought a cooling sensation, which temporarily distracted Bellamy from his pain and discomfort. His eyes drifted shut in response.

"On your best behavior, huh?" Wells teased.

"Go float yourself," Bellamy mumbled bitterly as he tried to push away the smirk on his face. "How many have we lost?"

"Four," Wells responded, his even tone forced. Bellamy opened his eyes and looked at him. It was clear Wells didn't like what was going on either. That he was holding back all that he was thinking. Bellamy agreed that it was best not to cause a scene or even draw any attention to themselves. He agreed that it was best not to scare the delinquents. This would help them survive, if only for a little bit longer. Although four seemed like such a small number, especially compared to the amount of people they lost daily on the Ark. To Bellamy four seemed as heavy as forty.

"I see Emme is better," Bellamy changed the subject and watched Wells glance over at Emme. He watched Wells' eyes brighten and a grin appeared on his face. The way he looked at her made Bellamy's stomach twist in discomfort.

"Yeah," Wells responded. He took the cloth off Bellamy's forehead. "Having her here is a really big help. Although there isn't a cure for the sickness, she helped make tea that decreases the severity of the symptoms. Monty and Jasper are making a big batch of it now. If the grounders did this to impede us, the tea is going to help us get better in half the time. We'll have a gain on them and will have more time to prepare. But here."

Wells had a cup in his left hand which he gave to Bellamy without hesitation. Despite Bellamy's conflict with Wells, in this moment he felt nothing but gratitude.

However there was no way he would ever admit that.

Bellamy lifted his head and took the cup. The liquid was bitter tasting, but was warm and felt good on his throat. He nodded a thanks towards Wells and returned the cup when it was empty.

"We need to talk about something," Bellamy finally said. He glanced back up at Wells to find him cautiously gazing back. The boy then nodded.

"What is it?"

"We are going to be fighting a war soon. I know I can't talk about this to the others because it will only make them worried and scared. But we need to talk about what happens if one of us doesn't make it. You. Me. Even Clarke." His voice was tense.

Wells nodded in response.

"Whatever happens, one of us will make sure the rest of us survive."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Wells said quickly. His tone sounded a bit taken back by Bellamy's words. Perhaps the boy didn't expect Bellamy to bring up the what-ifs. Perhaps the boy knew that at this point, anything could be possible. That the strongest person here could be brought down by this strange new earth and all the mysteries that it offered.

"Now, If I don't make it-" Bellamy started.

Wells interrupted immediately. "You out of all people shouldn't be talking like this right now. This should be a talk of strategy or of-"

"Listen to me, damn it!" Bellamy spat. Wells clamped his mouth shut tightly and nodded.

Bellamy continued. "If I don't make it, whether it's from the sickness or if it's from the battle, you need to watch out for her."

"Your sister?"

"No. She has Lincoln to watch over her," Bellamy told him. While it wouldn't hurt if Octavia had an extra pair of eyes on her. He knew that if he died, Octavia would go with Lincoln. Truth was, he was talking about the only other girl in his life that he cared about.

"I'm talking about Emme."

"Oh," Wells said, his tone sad for a moment before he chuckled. "You're not going to come back and haunt me, are you?"

"Maybe once or twice. But I'm serious. You also make her happy." Bellamy admitted.

"You should see the way she looks at you." Wells' tone sounded disappointed. "Why are you telling me this?"

"So you won't feel guilty if I die and you go after her anyway," Bellamy told him. He knew that it was true. If he died in this battle eventually Emme would gravitate towards Wells in comfort. He knew that she had some feelings for him, but wasn't going to admit them until she was ready to do something about them.

"How do you know that I'll feel guilty?" Wells asked suddenly.

"You're Jaha's kid. You got arrested just to be with your friend because you were guilty for taking the blame for her father's death. You fought to keep the same rules we have on the Ark so it would be fair. You buried every kid that has died so far so they could rest peacefully," Bellamy listed, then focused his gaze on Emme. "And you know that if you ever kiss that girl, it will take you a while not to think that I did that first."

"You know I do appreciate this talk. But I don't want to be having it," Wells told him. He hadn't turned to look at Emme like Bellamy had.

"Why?"

"Because I want to win her heart fair and square. I want her to pick me. Not her pick me after you die. That wouldn't be a victory, it would be like sharing first place with another."

"Why do you like her?" Wells froze. His eyes finally fixed on Emme for a moment before they flickered back to Bellamy.

"The same reason you do."

"She's tough," Bellamy admitted.

"Brave," Wells added.

"Strong," Bellamy added.

"Beautiful." They said in unison

"I need someone to always make sure I do the right thing when I question myself," Bellamy said softly.

"She does push you in the right direction," Wells agreed.

With those words, Wells left him Bellamy by himself and went to sit next to Emme, who was now leaning against the wall of the adjacent side of the dropship.

She noticed them. She noticed when Bellamy woke up and how he was talking to his sister. How his eyes filled with tears and his face seemed to scream of pain. She noticed when Wells went to talk to him and she knew they were talking about her even before they both glanced up to look in her direction.

Two men. Who both adored her. She had the strongest feelings she had ever had in her life for Bellamy. However Wells also made her feel happy and adored. Her feelings for Wells were never explored like the ones for Bellamy were.

It appeared as if the two had ended a feud. And she knew why. The question was: would it stay this way?

Emme knew that it was because of the sickness and the loss of some of their people. She knew that it was because there was a war coming up that they had no idea how to fight. She knew that they thought about the possibility of not all of them coming back. Were they deciding who she ended up with? Did they even discuss what would happen if she died instead? Could they even bring themselves to think about that?

Emme's mind couldn't even dive further into the thought of losing her new friends. Into the thought of losing any of them. They gave her a new life. They gave her a new found happiness. They gave her a reason for living other than just trying to survive.

When Wells came to sit beside her, she smiled at him.

"You must feel lucky," she told him. He tilted his head slightly and gave her a playful smile.

"Why's that?"

"You are one of the few that hasn't got sick. That means you are strong," she told him. It was true. This sickness should have taken out more than just a few. The same sickness could take out armies on Earth, but not kids from space? It didn't make sense to her. Whatever sky person dodged this sickness, was one of great strength.

Nevertheless, she still believed Wells was strong in more ways than she thought was possible. He and all these other kids had survived so much already, some of them are not even eighteen yet.

"You are strong and you got sick. Strength has nothing to do with it. It's all genetics," he told her smoothly as if he had it all figured out. She should have known he was to pinpoint it to science, it's what they all did - the strange habits of the sky people.

"If that's what you want to think then so be it," Emme concluded. She wasn't trying to start an argument, but it was nice to see Wells so confident about something. It made her want to gravitate towards him. It also made her want to be confident about it too.

"What about Bellamy? You are telling me he's not strong?" That question made her stomach churn nervously. She was trying to compliment Wells, not compare the two of them. She was tired of this game, especially because she didn't want to play it in the first place. She didn't want to be at the center. It felt weird for her. After being by herself for so long, she knew she liked having more people in her life, but nothing about them was a constant.

"I do. But you are strong in different ways," she started, to encourage him, "You draw your strength through your optimism of the future. He draws his strength out of fear that something will go wrong.

It was true. Emme knew with every fiber in her being that Bellamy had to be strong for all the hard reasons. For his mother and for his sister. He needed to appear strong to all these delinquents so they wouldn't lose hope.

"I just feel like you're throwing a little shade at him. You know you're the one who probably got him sick?"

Emme's face turned a light shade of crimson. "Not relevant."

Wells let out a laugh. "Oh yeah?"

"I was just trying to cheer you up Wells," she told him, elbowing him playfully.

"Why do you think I need cheering up?"

"Because I can see it in your eyes. You are putting on a strong act and they are believing it. But those who truly know you know that you are scared and that you are pushing forward regardless." Emme's voice grew soft and she knew her words affected him. His eyes grew soft as well and then left her gaze. She hit a nerve.

Wells fiddled with the zipper on his jacket.

"I just want this to go according to plan. I want to be able to see my Dad again and show him that I helped lead my people to victory. That I helped save every life possible," he told her, his voice started to shake as he got emotional.

"What do you think will happen to me when your people come down?" It wasn't a question she was worried about, but more as a way to distract him from being sad. She didn't mean for him to doubt himself. She wanted him to draw strength, but in all the right ways.

"Emme you're my people too," Wells stated firmly. With that he leaned in, he hesitated at first, and he kissed her softly.

Emme froze. For once in her life she was unsure about what to do. What was he doing? Should she kiss him back?

When he pulled away smiling, she tilted her head at him.

"What was that for?" She asked still in shock, although her lips were left tingling.

"I wanted to put myself in the running," he announced to her. Emme thought about what this meant. Was he trying to prove a point to himself? To her? To Bellamy?

When Emme's mind drifted to Bellamy so did her gaze. Her head quickly turned and met his eyes from across the room - his wounded eyes. Emme averted his gaze. What did this mean now? Did she mess up her relationship with Bellamy because Wells kissed her? Should she have pulled back? Should she have hit him? Should she have yelled at him?

"Why?" Was all she managed to get out. Wells' smile faded but his eyes held hers boldly. He didn't look disappointed, but still seemed determined.

"So you know where my heart is at," he told her. Emme felt overwhelmed. How should she end this conversation without hurting anyone? "And where it will stay. You can't tell me that nothing's there, because I felt it and so did you."

"You're gonna get your ass kicked. You know that?" Is what came out.

"Yeah, well for once he's too weak to even try. Might as well get my fill in now," Wells said with a chuckle.

When he left her alone, Emme was finally able to ponder her thoughts. The kiss changed things. Yes it was unexpected, but she didn't immediately find herself pulling away. Did this mean that she liked Wells more than she thought?

His lips were soft and thick and the kiss made her stomach jittery. There was definitely something there, but she didn't know what it was yet.

"You look like you're gonna puke," a snarky voice spoke out and interrupted her thoughts.

"Murphy," she greeted dully. Emme wasn't necessarily happy to see him but she was grateful for the distraction he gave her, however annoying it may be.

"Bellamy looks like he's going to explode." Emme rolled her eyes but her gaze drifted back to Bellamy, who was now turned to face away from her. He was avoiding looking at her altogether. Should she go over there? She bit her lip.

"I didn't do anything," Emme protested and turned to look at Murphy again.

"Yeah sure. You didn't exactly avoid the chancellor's kiss."

It was true. "But…"

"I know, I know, it's none of my business. Which is why I have to butt in."

"I think for a brief moment I wish I could have just not gone to see who the strange man was by the river. I should have just gone back home. I wouldn't be in any of this mess with any of this drama." Emme didn't know why she was telling all this to Murphy of all people, but maybe she just needed to say it outloud.

In reality, she knew that she wouldn't take back meeting the sky people for anything in the world. It was just overwhelming to her for anyone to fight over her attention. It felt overwhelming to hurt someone's feelings, especially without meaning to. It was also overwhelming that so many people wanted her to be a part of their lives.

"Ouch. Double break up?"

"Since I've been banished, I haven't had any drama. I mean other than sneaking around and staying out of sight. When I met Bellamy I thought maybe I finally found my person, like every bad thing that ever happened to me led to this moment. Then suddenly Wells came into the picture. Bellamy's tough and passionate while Wells is brave and sweet. Neither of them are exactly the same, but yet I'm the one they want."

"You make it seem like you're a catch."

Emme furrowed her brows. This terminology confused her. "A what?"

Murphy chuckled. "A catch? Nevermind. I meant you make it seem like you're desirable."

"Have you ever had more than one person after you at the same time?"

"Well..no, but-" he stuttered.

"Isn't that what desirable means? When you are wanted by more than one?"

"I've never had a girlfriend, how would I know?" He shot back, his tone defensive.

"I forgot how much of a ladies man you are," Emme teased, a smile creeped onto her face. He was unintentionally making her feel better. Was their relationship turning into friendship?

"That's me. John 'Lady's Man' Murphy. Making the ladies scream in more ways than one if you catch my drift."

Emme's grin dropped. "I think this conversation has taken an awkward turn and you have overstayed your welcome."

"Lemme know if you want a third suitor. While I'm not trying to marry you or anything, I can show you a good time, if you know what I mean."

"Goodbye Murphy," she stated firmly. She tried hard to not make it obvious that she was cringing on the inside. She knew he didn't really mean it, but wouldn't think twice if she agreed. Emme wondered if it was because both Wells and Bellamy wanted her. That because they both were influential on the group, that wanting her too would put him at their level. Was he jealous? Was Murphy secretly wanting to be a leader? Was he secretly wanting a relationship? Or at least a meaningful friendship?

Just as quickly as it came, the sickness started to subside. It claimed it's victims immediately and left the rest in peace.

Emme had helped Clarke and the rest of them recoup from the sickness, but was determined to go home and grab some things. She knew that she would stay and help the delinquents out the best that she could, but wanted to retrieve more of her weapons first.

Sure it was risky, to fight alongside them, but if she dressed like a sky person like before, they would assume she's just another one of the naive kids who found some Trikru weapons lying around. She knew she would do anything to protect them for as long as she could.

"You'll have to go from behind. It's more heavily wooded there," Octavia coaxed to her.

The truth was that Emme didn't need Octavia to tell her how to get back to her home. She knew this forest like she knew Lincoln, but it amused her anyway. To see Octavia so confident about Earth and the happiness it brought her, Emme didn't have the heart to do anything but agree. It was important in this time to let the peace linger for as long as possible, for the early hours of the morning would bring none of the sorts.

Emme didn't answer but merely nodded. This seemed to please Octavia, for she smiled brightly at her then walked away, leaving Emme to start to head back to her home.

"You're coming back, right?" a small voice called out to her. Emme turned around and was faced with Jasper and Monty, both of them looked at her with big hopeful eyes. Emme smiled and walked up to them.

"Of course I am," she told them," I wouldn't leave you guys alone."

Monty walked up and hugged her. Emme was surprised but nevertheless hugged him back, she giggled when Jasper joined in too.

To interrupt the moment, someone cleared their throat behind them and forced the trio to break apart. Emme turned around, now face to face with Bellamy.

There he stood. He looked as stoic as ever in his dark jeans and black shirt. His hair was pushed back as if he was constantly running his hands through it due to stress. Nevertheless, he looked as handsome as the day Emme first met him. Although she was nervous, her heart swelled at the sight of him.

"Will you guys excuse us," he said, not even glancing in their direction once his eyes locked with Emme's," I need to talk to you."

The boys muttered words Emme couldn't make out before they scurried off. She couldn't focus on anything else except the intense look Bellamy was giving her with his deep brown eyes.

He walked up to her until they were only about a foot apart.

"You're leaving?" He then asked. When he broke his gaze Emme snapped back to reality, the jitters in her stomach made it churn nervously. She looked away and nodded.

"I'm going back to grab some things," she told him. Emme looked up but he wouldn't meet her gaze. She sighed as she walked around him and started to walk towards the south exit. He grabbed her arm, the action forced her back.

"What?"

"You're mine. You know that?" He whispered, not being able to hide his emotions anymore. In an instant she saw his facade crumble and his eyes focused on hers. They seemed to be laced with worry. Emme couldn't help but reach up and cup the side of his face with her hand. Her thumb tracing lightly on his skin and for a moment he leaned into her embrace and his eyes closed. He was being more tender than usual. Was this because he didn't know when the last moment he would have with her would be?

Her hand that was once on his face trailed down to the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards her, locking her lips with his. She was tired of wasting time.

Their mouths moved quickly and their bodies pushed themselves against one another. Her hands traveled to lock around his neck while his hands traveled to grasp her waist.

Emme felt every part of her body come alive with his touch but forced herself to break away.

"Come on, sky boy," she teased, pulling him to walk behind her as she led him to the south exit. Emme chose to push all the negative thoughts away. She didn't know how much longer she had with Bellamy, but she wanted to make the best of every moment. "You can come with me."

"Hey guys wait up!" The pair turned around to see Raven jogging up to them. "I got the radios done. Here. Take one with you, just in case."

Emme watched Bellamy nod and take the radio from Raven.

"Good work." He told her. Emme smiled at the girl yet nugged Bellamy backwards with her elbow as an indication for him to come.

With that they disappeared into the forest.

Bellamy was in deep thought as they were making their way back to Emme's hidden home.

He knew they had a strong connection and every time they touched it seemed to grow even deeper. Maybe the reason why Wells was interacting with Emme was because he was neglecting her? If he paid more attention to her maybe things would be different. Maybe if he treated her a little more tenderly she wouldn't see Wells as his competition, but a permanent member of the friend zone. Maybe this was the time to show her how much she meant to him?

When they pushed back the first curtain of vines and entered the darkness of the tunnel, he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her hand in his and pulled her back. Although he couldn't see her, he needed to feel her against him.

Emme didn't say anything in return but he felt her press her body up to his blindly. He felt the warmth of her body and it was intoxicating. Her small hands grasped his face, the pads of her thumbs caressing him lightly. He loved it when she did that.

He wanted her to touch him.

He wanted to touch her.

He wanted to kiss her and he wanted her to kiss him back

His hands traveled to her face, hers dropping from his, and he cupped it firmly. Leaning forward, Bellamy pressed his lips against hers.

Emme kissed him back right away. At first the kiss was tender and sweet as if they were both afraid to press on too quickly. However the tension built itself in between them, their kisses becoming much more frequent and urgent. Their mouths parted, allowing their tongues to press up against each other. Bellamy picked her up easily by the hips and pressed her against the cold tunnel wall. Her legs wrapped around him pressing her core against his.

Bellamy never felt such warmth and desire before. Hungrily, he broke away from the kiss and started a trail of kisses at the corner of her mouth. He quickly worked down to her jawline before his lips attacked her neck. In response, Emme tangled her hands into his hair, each new kiss made her tug lightly, which drove Bellamy crazy. He felt his pants suddenly became a little too tight, but continued. He trailed his kisses downwards to her chest. The small moans coming from her mouth made him groan and grind himself against her. He trailed his kisses back up and caught her lips with his.

"Bellamy," she whispered to him in between kisses.

"Hmm?" he murmured as he bit her bottom lip and tugged softly.

"I want to see you," Bellamy placed her back on the ground. He felt her grab his hand and lead him out to the other side of the tunnel.

Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest. The feelings this sky boy gave her was something she hadn't felt before and when he kissed her like that, she wanted to tell him to kiss her everywhere like that. But alas it was dark and they were in a tunnel.

Their hands parted for a moment as they climbed to her shelter but her mind was still in a lustful fog. Would they continue? Or did she miss perhaps her only moment alone with him before the battle?

When they entered her home, Emme could have sworn she heard her heart hammering against her chest. She couldn't even bring herself to look at him now. Everything was getting so real.

She must have been in deep thought for Bellamy's hand grabbed hers. Finally able to look up into his deep brown eyes, she couldn't help but admire how beautiful he was.

"What are you thinking?" He asked as his head tilted to the side. She wanted to tell him that she could feel her heartbeat in more than one place. She wanted to tell him that she needed him to kiss her like that again. She wanted to tell him that she wanted so much more.

But that's not what came out.

"Do you think we can carry all the weapons we need?"

His eyebrows furrowed at her response, but it didn't look like he was disappointed. Choosing not to further judge his facial features, Emme went to where she kept her weapons in the corner of her bedroom, but felt his hand grab hers again.

He pulled this time, forcing her to turn around. When their eyes met, Emme gulped. He was staring at her with such admiration and lust that her knees wobbled. His large hands cupped her cheeks again.

"Did I do something wrong?" His eyes darted over her face as if he was desperately trying to get a read on her. She bit her lip nervously and shook her head.

"Then what is it?" He asked. Emme took a deep breath.

"You make me feel all the things I haven't felt before." He tilted his head at her again, a small smile appeared on his face.

Turned on?" He mumbled and kissed her cheek before kissing down her neck again. Emme gasped as his touch once again and felt her body heat up, her heart was now beating through her core.

"Loved."

Bellamy pulled away and smiled at her, his eyes still looking at her in admiration. In response he leaned in and kissed her and once again pulled her up into his arms, letting her legs wrap around his waist.

Emme felt the world disappear as they continued to kiss, even when she felt Bellamy walk and how they tumbled backwards into her bed. His lips trailed down her neck, over her chest, to the midriff that was showing. He peppered her exposed skin with kisses before starting to unbuckle her pants. She felt her legs shaking as he spread them apart to place himself between them.

A part of her wanted this more than words can describe, but the other part of her was nervous.

Emme's hand reached down and grabbed his.

Bellamy looked up at her with confusion but his eyes softened and he climbed back up and laid beside her. Turning his body to face hers, his hand reached up and brushed some of her hair out of her eyes before resting it on her cheek.

"Come on, tell me. What is it?" he coaxed lightly. Emme took a deep breath.

"I've never done anything before." She told him. She could tell that he was surprised but he quickly masked that with a smile.

"I'll be gentle." He told her. Her heart continued to beat rapidly in her chest and she licked her dry lips in response.

"But only if you want to." He added. Her eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and he smiled and leaned into her, capturing her lips with his.

They continued to kiss for a few moments before Bellamy's hands began to wonder. They traveled south, touching her in all the right places before resting on the waistline of her pants. He pulled away and caught her eyes as if silently asking for her permission.

Biting her lip, she nodded and in an instant her pants were off, exposing her bare legs. His lips met hers again as he pulled her up. His hands found the hem of her shirt and pulled that off too, only breaking the kiss when her shirt went over her head.

Emme pulled back and got off the bed. Bellamy slid to the edge, his eyes watching her carefully. Not breaking eye contact with him, she shed the last two pieces of clothing, letting his eyes travel over her bare body.

Standing up Bellamy walked towards her and grabbed her hands, making them grasp the waistband of his pants as well. With her heartbeat accelerating, Emme undid his pants and let them drop to the floor before pulling his shirt above his head, revealing his beautifully sculpted physique. At that moment she wanted to kiss his body, but the nerves didn't allow her to move.

He walked towards her perhaps sensing her hesitation and scooped her up in his arms and skillfully pulled the blankets down on her bed. He rested her softly on her bed before discarding his underwear on her floor before pulling the blanket over him as he got on top of her.

Pulling back from another kiss, he met her gaze again before leaning back and spreading her legs. As he did so they shook due to her nerves and this made him smile. He positioned himself further down on the bed and kissed her thighs, both the inside and out before kissing her hips, her stomach, in between her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.

Although her eyes normally closed when she kissed him she kept hers open for a moment, admiring the man on top of her, his eyes were closed and he was kissing her passionately. She felt his hands stroke her core gently, causing her to gasp into the kiss.

"Bellamy," she murmured to him. She felt heat at her core and a throbbing sensation she never felt before. He chuckled into the kiss and nodded.

His lips went down to her neck for a moment, his hand still making her gasp at every touch before his lips stopped at her ear. For a moment his hand stopped as he whispered to her.

"Are you sure?"

Emme nodded.

"Tell me."

"I am sure." She felt him smile and kiss her ear before capturing her lips with his again. His hands went down to spread her legs wider as he positioned himself. For a moment, it felt like time stopped. She was so overwhelmed with emotions and lust that she couldn't think straight.

As she felt him press against her, all other thoughts got kicked away by how warm he was and how good he felt. She was ready to take him for her. She wanted him. She knew that for certain. Nothing could ruin this moment

"Bellamy?" a static voice called out. They both froze, inches away from being one. Emme felt like her heart stopped. Did this mean something?. Was this the universe's way of telling her something? Or was it just all in her head?

"It's Wells. I don't know if you're on your way back or not, but we need you here. Something happened."

Was it just a coincidence that Wells was the one who called them?

"Of course it did," Bellamy muttered. He got out of the bed and grabbed the radio off the floor. He pressed a kiss onto Emme's forehead before flopping down beside her. She still laid there, heart racing, thinking about two men at once.

"Yeah, we'll be right there chancellor," Bellamy said dully into the radio.

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! I hope you all are in good health. Thank you so much for all your support of this story, it literally means the world to me. I've been going through some terrible anxiety issues as of late. I'm on medication now, but writing has always helped me in so many ways. I'm grateful for the ability to write on this site and for all of you who review and favorite my work.

That was also my first time tinkering with a somewhat M rated scene. That slight hint of rated M is as far as I will ever go in this story, or in any other story. I just wanted to dabble a bit in it. Let me know what you guys think!

I'm still currently working without a beta, so it's there's any mistakes, I apologize. That's also why my chapters are taking a bit longer, I'm trying to make them as great as they possibly could be. With that being said, I am looking for a new beta. If anyone knows anyone or if you're interested, please let me know! I would love it so so much!

Also make sure you REVIEW! Reviews make me happy and they make me want to write the next chapter faster!

Anyways, I'm out - I love you all. xT