Author's Note: I started this story about 2 weeks ago, not expecting much from it. I was a first time writer that was fascinated by the Bellarke angle on The 100 and wanted to try my hand at writing about it. This little non-existent story now has 231 followers and 14 chapters. It blows my mind. I just wanted to say thank you to all my readers for taking a chance on me and giving me the opportunity to grow in my writing. You are the best readers!
Warning: There is a sex scene in this chapter. Nothing too extreme but now you've been officially warned so don't go saying I didn't. And don't skim it too much or you'll miss some good parts mixed in there.
(CLARKE)
He loved her. The Rebel Leader loved the Brave Princess.
Sneaky bastard.
Bellamy was leaning over her with his hands on either side of head against the bed. She smacked his arm.
"Hey!"
"You're such an asshole sometimes"
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "You're just figuring this out now Princess?"
Clarke glared at him. "Seriously Bellamy, what the hell happened to not telling anyone? It was your idea in the first place to keep everyone in the dark."
Bellamy shrugged.
"THAT is not an answer."
"I was tired of pretending." He grinned at her like he just had a pleasing thought, "And now Spacewalker will know you're off-limits. Win/win."
She wanted to kill him. She really did. Either that or kiss him. Kill, kiss, kill, kiss. Decisions, decisions.
He was such a pain in the ass. First they can't tell anyone because he says it's a bad idea. Don't look weak to the others, blah, blah, blah. Now he suddenly makes the decision to reveal it all in front of everyone. And did he think to consult her? No!
"And who said that I want to be with you?" she asked.
Bellamy's grin slid from his face and for the first time, looked uncertain about her answer. She could see how vulnerable he was feeling in those beautiful brown eyes of his. She could easily see the love he felt reflected back at her now.
"Don't you?"
Clarke felt like an idiot for not seeing it before now. He had never tried to hide it, she just was too wrapped up in everything else to notice. Of course, it might have helped if had actually said the words to her. A girl does like to be told romantic shit like that sometimes.
She knew that Bellamy was waiting on her answer. He could have easily seduced her into saying yes but he wasn't. He was letting her decide with a clear head and she knew then and there that she loved him.
Bellamy didn't manipulate her or hold back things from her. He may not always say the right words or do the right thing but he didn't try to be something he wasn't. He respected her even when he didn't agree with her.
He may not be a prince but he was hers.
(BELLAMY)
He could see that Clarke thinking hard and he held his breath waiting for her answer. Bellamy knew that she wanted him, her body betrayed that fact to him only moments ago. But he didn't just want her body. He was arrogant enough to know that he could get sex from almost any girl here but that's not what drove him in regards to Clarke
No, he wanted his Princess' heart.
He knew he wasn't what anyone would call a hero or a knight-in-shining-armor. He did what he had to in order to protect what he loved. Sometimes that made him into the villain and he accepted that.
The girls he's slept with before had seen him merely as a conquest, not as an actual person. But Clarke, she saw deeper than that to the person he truly was. It's why he wanted her to acknowledge what they were to each other without her saying that he tricked her into it with sex.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she smiled softly and nodded at him.
Bellamy let out the breath he'd been holding and kissed her, slowly and gently. It wasn't long before things started to heat up between them, something that never failed to delight him. Clarke had wrapped her hand into his shirt and twisted the fabric into a fist, pulling him closer to her.
They started pulling off their clothes frantically, both stopping now and again to caress newly exposed skin. Bellamy yanked a little too hard on Clarke's shirt and it ripped from the side up to her armpit.
Clarke started laughing and he joined in after a few startled seconds.
"Way to go slick"
"I never did like that shirt on you...or any shirt really." he leered at her.
He threw the shirt to the side and started to kiss her stomach, moving up from her ribs to the edge of her breasts. Clarke's laughter quickly turned to moans at the touch of mouth.
Bellamy quickly unhooked her bra and it ended up on the growing pile of clothes. Clarke started to reach for his pants but he grabbed her hands, stopping her. She looked at him in confusion. He grabbed both her hands in his left hand and pushed them above her head, trapping her.
Clarke bit her lip, obviously turned on by the move. Bellamy knew his Princess liked to be in control and that the fact that she wasn't for once was exciting her.
He slowly removed her pants then slipped them and her underwear over her hips and down her legs. She kicked them off and then she was completely naked. He removed his pants as quickly as he could with only one free hand so soon they were both naked.
Bellamy then took his time looking her over, memorizing every line of her body. She was breathtaking.
(CLARKE)
Clarke arched her back, desperate to feel his skin against hers but Bellamy pulled back, stopping her from reaching him.
She wanted to touch him but he was restraining her hands and while she would never admit it, it was a serious turn on for her.
Clarke liked the idea of not being in control for once. She always had to be when they were outside this tent but in here with Bellamy, she could just let go. It wasn't about who was in charge, it was just about enjoying the moment, free of responsibilities.
She jerked in surprise when Bellamy slammed his length inside of her. She was more than ready for him ad the friction was a mix of pleasure and pain.
Clarke wrapped her legs around his and used his momentum to push herself against him. Every time he slammed inside, he would rub up against her clit and she was soon whimpering with need.
Bellamy thrust his tongue into her mouth, quieting her moans before they alerted the camp to what they were doing, if they didn't already know.
It didn't take long for Clarke to start shaking with the force of her orgasm and soon, it burst forth from her like a volcano. She heard Bellamy moan and started to pick up speed. He groaned her name once and then Clarke could feel him coming inside her.
Neither moved for several minutes while they waited for their breathing to return to normal. Bellamy released her wrists and rolled them both to their sides, facing each other. He had a tender expression on his face, like he was regarding something precious.
Clarke smiled at him. "You ruined my shirt."
"You can wear mine from now on."
She laughed. "Subtly is not your strong suit."
"Never said it was." He kissed in the crook of her neck. "Now, why don't you tell me about the outing that you and Octavia took today?"
Clarke sighed, knowing she should consider herself lucky that she was able to avoid this conversation for as long as she had.
"We went to go find Octavia's Grounder but you knew that already."
Bellamy groaned. "Oh man Clarke, don't call him that. That alone is enough to make me want to kill him."
She chuckled. "Well you can't do that. Your sister and I put a lot of work into saving him. Hate for it to go to waste and all."
"So he lives?"
Clarke nodded and snuggled against him. She didn't want to talk about the Grounder anymore. Bellamy covered them with the animal fur when she yawned, tucking her head underneath his.
She placed a kiss on his chest, right above his heart and murmured, "Love you."
His arms wrapped her tightly in a hug and he whispered in her ear, "Love you too Princess."
(BELLAMY)
A shout woke him up from a sound sleep. He heard his name being called and a second later, Miller poked his head in the tent. Bellamy checked to make sure Clarke was covered by the blanket and saw that she was still sound asleep.
He glared at Miller whom was looking very uncomfortable, if the way he was staring at the floor was anything to go by.
"Sorry man but you need to get out here."
"What's so important that you needed to wake me?"
"There's something in the sky."
"The exodus ship?"
"Could be."
Bellamy motioned for Miller to leave so that he could get dressed. He hated to wake up Clarke but knew that she would be pissed if he left her here. If it was the ship from the Ark, she would want to know.
He gently pushed at her shoulder. "Clarke, wake up."
"Mmmm...I'm sleeping. Leave me be."
He grinned and threw off the blanket so the cold air hit her naked body. She gasped and sat up, glaring daggers at him.
"I hate you Bellamy Blake."
He kissed her forehead as he got out of bed. "No, you don't. You looooove me."
"Fuck you." she muttered as she started to grab for the fur.
"We already did that Princess. Now get up and get dressed. There's a ship coming down."
Clarke looked up from reaching for the blanket with hope in her eyes. She jumped out of bed and started pulling on her clothes. He handed her his shirt when she started to look for hers. She had obviously forgotten that hers was ripped.
Bellamy rummaged around before he pulled out one that he'd hidden away. She raised an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything. He shrugged at her in reply, it was good to be leader sometimes.
(CLARKE)
His shirt hung loosely on her body, his frame so much larger than hers. It smelled of him and she wore it like a badge of honor. She had seen girls leave his tent before but none of them had ever worn his clothing before.
Except her, except Clarke. She was not the rule, she was the exception.
They hurried outside and looked up to the sky. There was an large object moving through the sky at a downward angle. It looked to be coming down from the direction that the Ark was last spotted.
"Your mom's early." she heard Bellamy say behind her.
Clarke grinned as she watched the ship flying across the sky. Her mom was on that first drop ship and she was ready to finally talk to her. She hadn't forgiven her but she was all that Clarke had left in the way of family.
In her delight, it took her a moment to realize that something was off about the scene in front of her.
"Wait. Too fast...no parachute? Something's wrong."
The ship fell from sight behind a hill but a second later there was a flash of light and a loud explosion. From this distance, she could clearly see a mushroom cloud of fire and smoke rising from that direction.
Clarke dropped to her knees in tears.
I vaguely added another movie reference but it wasn't as obvious as the last one was. It was about being the exception and not the rule. It's from "He's Just Not That Into You". Clarke is Bellamy's exception, that's what makes her so special from the other girls. I really enjoyed that movie so I wanted to add that tiny bit.