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The light is low when I wake up again.
I am warm. And comfortable. And my hair is being smoothed from my face. I am not alone. My eyes burst open, and I am aware of my surroundings. I remember where I am. In this cabin that he built for me. In these blankets all entangled with him. He is the one whose feathery touch lured me into consciousness. I blink hard a few times, making sure that this is real.
"Good morning, princess. Ready to start the day?" He asks, his voice heavy with sleep. I roll over so I can see his face, and he smiles. I nod and scoot up to plant a soft kiss on his lips. They are so much softer than I imagined. But he is just as great at kissing as I expected.
He wraps his arms around me, rendering me trapped in his embrace, unable to leave. Maybe I don't want to leave. It is nice and warm. I struggle against his strength, which only propels me closer to him.
I am no match for his strength. I heave a sigh, and allow him to pull us into a sitting position, with me straddling his lap. His hands cup my face, rough and callused, against my remotely soft facial skin. I don't mind the feeling. I simply look into his eyes, and I know I am safe. Outside is uncertain. I want to curl into his arms, and stay like this all day. I know I cannot. And somehow, he knows too. He pulls me to him, and his lips meet mine, softly at first, then I am the one to deepen the kiss as my need to be closer grows. He responds immediately,and our tongues push and pull against each other, and my mind reels. We pull apart when we are both dizzy, gasping for air.
"While this is beyond a perfect way for us to spend the day-" he clears his throat "we should get going. You, princess have to be briefed on what has been going on here in your absence." He lazily gives a lopsided grin, and gets up from the bed.
" I know...What will a few hours do though?" I put my thoughts into words, a bit nervous to venture into that uncharted territory of our relationship. He smirks, and leans down to me.
"Believe me, as much as I'd like to-" he speaks softly, but is interrupted -
"Bellamy! Clarke! I know you two are in there! If you don't come out right now,I WILL open this Door! You both are needed in that council meeting! " her voice is loud and strong, and we know Octavia will not hesitate to open the door.
"Come on princess, let's get you decent before my baby sister comes in." He Is snickering after he barely finishes. He throws me my clothes, and I am dressed when she bursts in, about to braid my hair, which is a complete mess from Bellamy's hands tugging at it during our kisses.
"Well, well, well. Looks like someone got action." She says with a signature Blake smirk gracing her lips. I blush feverishly, and run a hand through my hair nervously. My eyes find the floor.
"O, leave her alone." Bellamy asked quietly,yet from his tone, the command was not to be questioned. Octavia groaned, and turned on her heel to leave.
"I'll let them know that you are on your way. You have three minutes to get your asses over there so they can start." She throws the words like knives seeping with venom. She is really pissed off as she stalks out.
" Looks like we don't have a choice in the matter, Princess. Let's get going." He offers his hand and a smirk, and I accept both. We walk to the council meeting tent in a contented silence.
This one was super short, and I was going to combine this chapter with the next, but it was originally written in Bell's POV, and I couldn't rewrite it.