~~4 months ago~~

Bellamy's POV

Bellamy clumsily weaved his way through the crowd of drunken teenagers, looking for something to do. At the sight of Clarke lying flat on the ground, he immediately cracked a smile.

"What are you doing?" he laughed.

"I'm star gazing," Clarke replied in a relaxed voice.

Finally, it seemed she had listened to his advice about having a drink. It pleased him seeing her so carefree for once, she certainly deserved the break.

Looking into her sleepy blue eyes, he offered his hand.

"You're not falling asleep out here, princess."

Clarke groaned and hesitantly reached out to grab it. Once he lifted her up to her feet, his hands automatically grabbed her waist to keep her upright. Clarke only giggled.

Just as they began walking toward the fire, Bellamy looked down to see Clarke swiftly place her foot infront of his. On his next step forward, he tried to stabilise himself, but thanks to the moonshine his reaction was too slow.

Clarke laughed as he landed on the ground, feeling a small sting on his elbow.

"Real mature," Bellamy smirked, turning to look at the blood trickling down his arm.

"Serves you right for convincing me to drink," Clarke smiled smugly. "Next time try not to land on a rock."

After a few tries, she finally helped Bellamy up. He could have done it himself way easier, but he found it funny watching Clarke's determined face try to figure out how to get him to his feet.

"Now let me clean that elbow of yours," she said, practically dragging him into the infirmary tent.

"It's really not that bad," he muttered, knowing she wouldn't listen anyway.

Clarke ordered him to sit down on the bed as she fumbled around for a waterbottle and a cloth.

"Is this how you treat all your patients?" Bellamy asked, silently admiring the purposeful way she moved with her head bent in concentration.

Clarke simply knelt down and started cleaning his arm with a surprising gentleness. While her eyes were glued to the very insignificant cut, his eyes were glued to hers, suddenly very aware of their proximity.

"I think you might just make it," she joked, turning to face him.

Straight away, Bellamy gave in to the sudden and reckless urge to kiss her. The moment their lips met, Clarke pulled away and stared at him with wide eyes. She hadn't let go of his arm though. There was a moment of silence as Bellamy returned her stare, equally surprised with himself. Finally, something in Clarke's expression changed and she slowly leant back in.

He had kissed many girls before, but kissing Clarke was like the first time he breathed fresh air on the ground. Without breaking contact, Bellamy pulled her on top of him as he layed down on the bed. As their kisses deepened, he only grew hungrier for more. This was a night he definitely did not want to forget.

~~~~~~~~Author's note~~~~~~~~~

Hi, thanks for reading! I'm not the best at writing so it takes me a while to publish something I'm mildly satisfied with. I do enjoy writing Bellarke fanfiction though, and I'm trying to update as soon as possible. Please review if you can! xx