100 One Shots #7
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100 nor do I own anything on CW.
A/N: Mondays...am I right guys? Man my allergies are acting up big time! Anyways i would like to give big thanks to my beta for taking time out her schedule to edit my one shots! Please guys tell me what you think by living a review because that would stellar and it keeps me going know you guys liked what i did! Also another thing, if you guys can, please go and check out my new co-written story Kingdom of Shadows!
Maybe Next Time
Clarke stepped out of the drop ship, the sun warm on her face. She sighed in relief as fresh air filled her lungs, the soothing sent of the forest around her replacing the sterile smell of the med-bay.
As construction on the wall was underway, that meant more work related injuries which had her busy in the infirmary all hours of the day. She removed splinters, applied salve to blistered hands, and bandaged the array of cuts that the kids seemed to get at every turn.
Clarke meandered through camp slowly, passing makeshift tents crudely constructed from sturdy branches and scraps of parachute. She continued on her way to the gate that was still in progress, watching as a few teens worked to make the opening wider.
In the distance she could hear axes as they hacked away at wood, shouts of "Be careful", and the familiar sound of trees smashing to the earth. She followed the commotion, passing Miller with a smile as he carried a heavy log back to camp on his broad shoulders.
Clarke found a few boys chopping at logs not far from the gate while Bellamy split smaller pieces into firewood a few paces away. She couldn't help but stare as the muscles rippled across his back with each swing, sweat mingling with the dirt on his skin and glistening in the bright sunlight. His dark brown curls were damp, sticking to his forehead and neck, pants hanging low on his hips.
Her mouth went dry as he swung again, the axe cutting through the wood making it look so easy. However the muscles at that bulged in his arms and chest bespoke of the difficulty of the task.
She licked her lips watching as Bellamy gathered the firewood in his arms and carried it to the growing pile next to where she stood. He looked up, noticing her for the first time with a smile. It transformed his whole face, softening the harsh lines and bringing a light to his dark eyes that made her heart flutter.
Clarke found herself returning his smile with a sheepish one of her own. She knew that he'd caught her staring, but for some reason she didn't care. If given the opportunity she would do it again so why apologize.
"Afternoon, Princess," Bellamy said, his voice husky and slightly breathless as he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, "What are you doing here?"
Clarke fought to remember what she'd come out here for, her mind still distracted by his nearness and those dark chocolate eyes.
"Taking a break," she replied finally, trying to regain her composure, "Your expansion is making my job a whole lot harder."
She tilted her head to look up at him, the sun glinting off his dark curls and bronze skin. She couldn't help but admit that Bellamy Blake was gorgeous, and that admission had her heart beating double time.
"Well, Princess, if you want a fancy new cabin then the expansion is necessary," Bellamy said with a chuckle, running a hand through his already tousled curls.
Clarke's eyes followed his movements with half lidded eyes, wanting so badly to see if his hair was as soft as it looked. She felt a blush rising up her neck, and she tore her gaze away to stare intently at the wall in hopes of hiding the redness staining her cheeks.
"Well tell them to make my job just a little bit easier by trying to be more careful," she said glancing back at him.
When her eyes found his, he was staring right at her- his dark eyes roaming over her features until they came to rest on her eyes. She felt her breathing quicken, biting her lip in uncertainty.
"Don't do that," Bellamy said, his fingers gripping her chin as his thumb gently ran over her lip- freeing it from her teeth.
Clarke looked up at him, his eyes darkening if that was even possible. His fingers trailed slowly down her cheek, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. At his gentle touch a sigh escaped her lips and her eyes fell closed.
Each small touch was torture, his hand cupping her face as she once again opened her eyes to look up at him. His forehead descended to rest against hers, their breath mingling, sending a shiver down her spine.
"We have an audience, Bell," Clarke whispered with a soft, breathy laugh.
Bellamy looked up then, turning to the others with a dark scowl. It wasn't their fault, their leaders engaging in public displays of affection was very rare- pretty much nonexistent.
On her part, she justified this with the thought that she rarely saw her co-leader since he'd begun the expansion on the wall. The only time she got to spend time with him was when they went over more plans for the camp construction projects and at night before they fell asleep in the tent they shared.
"Get back to work," Bellamy barked, turning back to her- his features immediately softening.
Clarke placed a hand on his chest, his heart beating against her palm beneath the layers of hard muscle. She could smell the sweat mingled with the fresh scent of the forest, the two mixing to form a fragrance that was all Bellamy which was a bit intoxicating.
She allowed her hand to travel up and around his neck, her fingers twining in the soft curls at his nape.
"Princess, you keep that up and you and I are gonna have to have a talk," Bellamy said with a smirk that clearly said there would be very little talking involved.
His grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her closer, and Clarke simply shrugged innocently. One of his hands traced up her spine, tangling in her golden curls.
"I could say the same to you," she said on a shuddering sigh, bringing his face level with her own.
Their lips met softly at first, and then the kiss became a bit more insistent. His tongue brushed the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth. As the kiss began to slow she lightly bit his lip, eliciting a growl that rumbled deep in his chest.
Clarke couldn't help her smile, pulling away to rest her forehead against his as she stared into his dark eyes- pupils blown wide.
"You're going to be the death of me, Clarke," Bellamy said with a shake of his head, giving her one more quick kiss before straightening and once again taking up his axe.
She bit her lip, watching as he reached for another log. He raised the axe, muscles flexing as he brought it back down with more force than was necessary. That was probably her fault she teased him too much.
"Clarke," she heard her name ring out behind her.
Clarke frowned, knowing that she had to get back to work herself. She took on last longing look at Bellamy, saving the image with a sigh before heading back to camp.
As she neared the drop ship she found Octavia leaning in the entrance, that famous Blake smirk curving her lips.
"You went to see my brother, didn't you," the younger girl said with a laugh, a teasing glint sparking in her eyes as Clarke's face grew red.
Octavia simply shook her head at the blonde's glare, motioning Clarke to follow her back inside. Clarke complied with a sigh, turning to glance one more time at the entrance of camp before disappearing into the cold interior of the drop ship.
-Lin
