Chapter 6
"Bellamy!?" Clarke looked confused at first, but then smiled. "You're okay!" She threw her arms around his neck, but he did not do the same. He pulled away from her embrace, shaking his head. As he tried to speak, he felt his eyes grow hot and wet, and found that he couldn't bring himself to talk to her. "Bel? What's wrong, are you hurt? I don't understand."
"Good, because neither do I!" The words burst out of him, and they kept flowing. Once he started, he couldn't stop, but he kept his cool. "I loved you, Clarke. I trusted you. You knew how hard that was for me, yet you betrayed that trust anyway. I thought you cared about me, about us. I guess not." Clarke shook her head, not understanding how he'd found out about Lexa.
"I don't get it. How did you know?"
"It doesn't matter." He paused, as if searching for something to say. "All that matters is that I'm out of here, and we're done. We could've had something, Clarke." Bel blinked, the tears disappearing. "But-. But I guess not." He wasn't even sad anymore, just angry - angry that she broke his heart, angry that he'd lost the one girl he loved, and most of all, he was angry that she betrayed his trust. Now he knew how she felt when Lexa betrayed them at the mountain, but she got over that quickly, apparently.
"Bel, I -"
"It's fine, just let it be. It's over, Clarke. I'm happy for you." Clarke knew he didn't mean it. Turning to Lexa, he contemplated whether or not he should be mad at her too, but thought again, remembering who he was talking to. "You too, Heda. I wish you both the best."
"Thank you, Bellamy kom Skaikru. My apologies. My men will escort you home."
"It's okay commander, don't bother. I'd rather be alone." Lexa nodded, turning to Clarke. Clarke, again avoiding eye contact with Lexa, looked back at Bellamy.
"May we meet again." A single tear fell down Clarke's cheek as she stared into his big, brown eyes. Bellamy simply nodded, and turned to leave. Once he was out of sight, Clarke turned to Lexa.
"I'm sorry, Clarke." Fighting back tears, she tried to be as understanding as she could. "I get it if you don't want to stay with me anymore." Clarke silently moved closer to Lexa, and began to cry. She laid her head on her heda's shoulder, tears falling from her cheeks and onto Lexa's gear. "It's okay, you're okay, you're okay," she coaxed. With her left hand, she stroked the blonde's head, and with the other, she pulled Clarke further in. They stayed cradled in each other's arms until Clarke lifted her head, looking into Lexa's eyes. The two gazed into each other, longingly at first, but longing soon turned to lust. Lexa leaned down, placing her smooth lips on Clarke's. She tongued at Clarke's bottom lip, teasing it the way Lexa knew that she liked. Clarke soothingly teased Lexa's top lip, sucking on it and gently passing her tongue over it. When they pulled apart to catch their breath, Clarke looked alarmed. She began to shut Lexa out again, just like she had before. Looking down at her, Lexa noticed her worried expression. "I'm sorry, Clarke. I truly am."
"It's not your fault, Lexa. Love is a two-way tie. I kissed you back, and I told you that I still loved you. He heard it, he left. Maybe it's for the best." Wiping her eyes, she strode to the next staircase. Clarke wasn't one to hide her feelings from Lexa, but she seemed to push them aside. She turned to the commander, changing the subject. "Let's go, Heda. We have an alliance to reinstate."