Chapter 2
"Softie, eh?" Clarke finished unknotting the rest of the ropes and walked over to where her captor's unconscious body laid. She bent down and used the ropes that hung loosely around her own ankles and wrists to bind his, and figured that she had anywhere from five to ten minutes before he came to his senses. "Pfft," she scoffed into the nothingness. "Not so tough are you big boy." She kicked the gun away from him, bent down, and dragged him into the chair. Almost immediately after she finished tying him to it, his eyes fluttered open. She had to admit, it was kind of sexy.
"What the hell? What happened, what are you-"
"I knocked you out, pretty boy. Watch your mouth Blake, because I'm not afraid to do it again. It's my turn to call the shots around here." Clarke waltzed around the chair, glaring down at Bel with the slightest smirk. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with destiny." She started out the tent.
"Oh yeah, where's destiny taking you, off the edge of a cliff? Clarke, you have no idea what's out there. Stay here, at least until the sun comes up. I told you, we need you back in Arcadia." Bellamy struggled against the rope and chair. She may not know how to kick very well, but she could sure tie a damn good knot.
"Don't act like you have any more experience than I do. We landed in this hell hole together, dipshit." For some reason, the dominance and sarcasm Clarke was using to torture him were both annoying, and turning him on. He'd never been more attracted to her.
"Look, your highness, you don't have to like me. In fact, you can hate me for all I care." However, he did care. Bel loved her, or at least that was what his dick was telling him. Either way, he couldn't let her leave. "Clarke, you need me. You need someone to take you back. You won't make it on your own out there, especially now that more than half of the grounder population wants your head, Wanheda." Shit, Clarke thought. He knows.
"You can't prove anything Blake, and you should talk. You shot the fucking chancellor to get here! I don't need anyone, and I most certainly do not need you! I've been fine on my own up until you came along and screwed it up for me!" She was pissed at him, but there was something about Bel that kept her from torturing or killing him. Staring him in the eyes, the chestnut-colored and surprisingly sexy eyes, she began to calm down. Clarke felt a hot blush take over her cheeks, a lump form in the back of her throat, and she felt her eyes redden and become wet. The first tear came from her left eye, a tear of pain. It was hot, and carved a narrow path down her dirt-caked face as it fell. It landed on the gun attached at her hip with a small plink. She turned around to face the door again. He couldn't see her cry. She'd be proving him right.
"Clarke, I truly am sorry. You have to believe me when I say that. You also have to know that I'm trying to protect you. I-, I can't let you get hurt again. What Lexa did to you -what she did to all of us- is heartbreaking, and I know you loved her. But Clarke, we can't let anything stop us. Your mom may be the chancellor, but we're in charge here. We have to save our people. We have to save ourselves." There was something in his voice that let her trust him. She broke down, becoming vulnerable again. Head down, Clarke padded over to the chair. She untied him.
"Let's go," she said. "I just want to go home." Out of all the things he could have been thinking, one thought filled Bel's mind: She's so fucking hot. Clarke Griffin is standing in front of me crying, and I'm sitting here like a douche. Fuck Lexa, it's my turn to be Clarke's hero.
"Clarke I-," he stood up, and was soon interrupted by Clarke's embrace.
"I'm sorry too, dipshit. I shouldn't have left you alone to take care of them. We all know you can't do it alone." She smirked, burying her face in his chest. Clarke would never admit it, but she'd had feelings for Bellamy Blake since the day they met, however she'd made a hobby out of hating him to cover it up. Bellamy rested his chin on her head. He'd been waiting for a moment like this since they'd landed on this radiation soaked planet, and he finally had one. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, he pulled her in even closer and kissed the top of her head.
"I think I love you princess." Fuck. He hadn't wanted to be so abrupt but his mind had tricked him. What if she doesn't like me all that much? What if she's not over Lexa? What if..?
"I think I love you too, Blake." She looked up at him and smiled. He tilted her chin up with one of his sexy, calloused hands and planted a kiss on her full lips. Clarke kissed him back as if it was the most natural thing she'd ever done. The two held each other for a while, their lips meeting at perfect intervals, their bodies growing colder as the night went on. They kissed until the sun rose, which for Clarke felt like an eternity - an eternity spent in heaven. When Bellamy finally pulled away, Clarke looked dazed.
"What's wrong princess?" She had grown to like the nickname over the course of the last few hours.
"Oh nothing, I just remembered something." Bellamy didn't understand, and gave her a confused look. He let go of her, and reached down for his gun.
"Remember that gag I had in my mouth. The one you said that you soaked in piss? Yeah you just sucked all that off my lips. Thanks, piss face." she giggled, and left the tent. Remembering his comment about the soaked cloth, he gagged, realizing he just sucked some of his own piss germs back into his mouth. He had diluted it with water, but it was still soaked to the point where the ammonia knocked out anyone who was gagged with it. He threw the tent door to the side, poking his head out to talk to Clarke while he finished packing up.
"You know what? Fuck you, princess, okay? Maybe it wasn't even piss, how would you know?" Clarke could tell that he was bluffing, and smirked.
"I'd like to think that you would never lie to me, that's how I would know, pretty boy," Clarke teased playfully.
"You present a good argument, bitch." He walked out of the tent, grabbing her hand in his, their arms swinging at their sides. "Ready to go princess?" They looked up, the sunlight blinding them.
"Ready as I'll ever be." She smiled. It was the first time she'd smiled since Lexa, and though she wouldn't admit it, it felt great. The pair walked hand-in-hand into the face of death itself, both smiling, not giving a care in the world. They had each other, and it was all they'd ever need.