A/N: Thank you for the encouraging reviews, follows, and favorites! Sorry that this is 24 hours late, but I was really tired yesterday! But let's get right into this one!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE 100 CHARACTERS, I'M SIMPLY BORROWING THEM FOR SOME FEEELS!

This one shot is based on/ inspired by the song, "(Kissed You) Goodnight," by Gloriana

"Well, that was fun, Blake," Clarke said as she fumbled for her key in her pocket. She tried to hide her nervousness as she got her key out. She looked up at Bellamy with full confidence that her face was red.

"Yeah, it was," Bellamy said pushing his hands deep in his pockets. They had finally gone out on a date. Bowling until 11:30 when the manager finally kicked them out. The drive home had been like the rest of the night; full of laughs and smiles. But now, they both didn't want to say good bye. God, he wanted to kiss her, but he didn't know if she felt the same, yet.

God, she wanted him to kiss her, but she didn't know if he would. "So you leave tomorrow?" She asked silently dreading the following morning.

He looked down at his boots and breathed out, "Yes." He was leaving for his new job in New York tomorrow. He couldn't believe it had taken him ten years to finally ask the beautiful princess out and now he was leaving in just a matter of hours. Nice going, Blake, Bellamy thought. He looked up to what he guessed was equal sadness in Clarke's eyes. He gave her a sad smile and said, "Well, I should let the Princess get her beauty rest."

No, was all she wanted to say, but didn't. "Uh, yeah," she brushed the hair out of her face and returned the sad smile back to him. "Thanks for tonight….. and everything." She quickly hugged him before she could talk herself out of it. It took him a second to return the gesture by wrapping his arms securely around her small frame. Clarke felt like he was holding on like she was what he needed to survive. She knew that's what he was to her. Little did she know, that was how Bellamy felt too.

"No problem, Clarke," he said before the broke away. He said, 'Clarke,' she thought. He looked down again, but quickly went back to her eyes before saying, "Goodnight, Princess." He turned around and walked down her steps.

She just stood there until he reached the road. When he stated walking across the street to his old beat up truck, she turned to her front door and unlocked it. At the same moment, Bellamy opened his truck door and Clarke opened her front door.

Clarke fell against the door after she closed it and tried to hold back the tears. Why had it taken her this long to realize she's in love with Bellamy Blake? Why did it have to be the night before he left that she would have the time of her life with him? Even though she had fun she couldn't help but wonder, what did she do wrong? Why didn't he kiss her?

She finally realized that she had heard the truck start up but since she could still hear it, she knew he hadn't left yet. She went to the window next to the door. She hid behind the curtains and saw that Bellamy was sitting in his truck with his hands and head on the wheel. Please, please don't go, she thought, almost prayed. You should've kissed me.

Bellamy fell against his steering wheel and said, "Damn it." Why did it take him this long? Why didn't he say he loves her? Why is leaving? But the most important question he wondered was, why the hell did I not kiss her?

Bellamy turned off the truck, ran through the yard back to the front door. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but before he could knock he heard the lock switch and Clarke opened the door. Bellamy was scared out of his mind. Clarke had worry and confusion written on her face. But Bellamy only thought, what the hell?

And he kissed her. For a moment she didn't react, but as he started pulling away she whimpered and pulled him back to her. He started pushing her back, shutting the front door with his foot before shoving her up against the wall. Bellamy licked her bottom lip asking for entrance. Clarke granted it happily. Their tongues battled for dominance in the sweetest way. Clarke nipped at Bellamy's bottom lip and was filled with pride as he groaned in response.

Bellamy forced Clarke's head back to devour her neck. She played with his hair as he kissed, licked at bit at the sensitive skin of her neck and below her ear. When Bellamy's lips came back to Clarke's she gave him a slow passionate kiss before returning the marking favor Bellamy had just done. As Clarke greedily lowered her hands to the hem of Bellamy's shirt, Bellamy stopped.

"No," he said with a very husky voice that had obviously wanted to say yes. "We can't."

She nodded before saying, "I know." They both breathed in the same air as they rested their forehands against each other's. They stood there for a moment before Bellamy broke the peaceful silence.

"Clarke, I lo-"Bellamy was cut off.

Clarke had quickly kissed him and rested her head against the wall before saying, "I know and I do too."

He smiled and kissed her slowly this time. When they broke he said, "I should probably get going."

Clarke tried to speak through the lump in her throat, which she was sure was her heart, but she said, "Yeah. It's a long flight from here to NYC." She looked down to try and hide the hurt that came from seeing those words.

"Yeah," and that was that. They both said good night, but this time they found the 'good' that is in the word 'goodnight.' This time, Bellamy did leave her house and Clarke went up to her room.

That next morning, Clarke woke up at 8:45. Bellamy would be at the airport right now. Clarke didn't get up when her mom offered breakfast. She just stayed in bed clutching her blanket as she remembered Bellamy's searing hot lips and fingers. It wasn't until her mom said it was almost ten and she needed to get up, that Clarke actually got out of bed.

Bellamy checked his watch as Octavia pulled up to the curve drop off. It was 8:45. He still had an hour to get through security, since he checked in online, before his flight left at 9:45. Bellamy got out and walked to the trunk to grab his bag. As he pulled it onto the curb, Octavia asked him, "Did you tell her?"

He shook his head, looking at the airport's window doors, and said, "No."

"I'm sorry, bro," Octavia said before giving him a hug. "Well, I'll see you at Christmas." She gave him a sad smile.

"Take care of yourself, O," he said ruffling her hair. She mocked protested but smiled anyways. They said their goodbyes and Bellamy headed for the doors as his little sister drove off.

Bellamy went through security in under forty- five minutes and soon found his plane's boarding area and sat down. He pulled out his phone to see he still had fifteen more minutes till he was supposed to board. He began flipping through his photos. He had always known he had a lot of pictures of him and Clarke than most guys do who aren't dating the girl that takes up most of his memory stick, but he hadn't realized just how many there were. He smiled at the little 2D blonde on his phone before he was hit with what his sister had asked him. Did you tell her, echoed in his head. No, you didn't, you dumbass.

He had been staring at his phone for so long he hadn't realized people were already boarding. Bellamy grabbed his bag and got in line. Did you tell her? No. Did you tell her? No. Did you tell her no?

His thoughts were interrupted by the flight attendant asking for his boarding pass. But he didn't give it to her. He just looked at her and said, "I didn't tell her." She just looked at him like he was crazy, and he was. Crazy in love with Clarke Griffin, who lived here, in Phoenix; not in New York.

Bellamy took his bag and started running to the airport entrance. He got to the curb side drop off in under five minutes. Bellamy debated calling Octavia to pick him up, but that would take time and he needed to tell Clarke now. He quickly hailed a taxi, got in, told the guy Clarke's address and rocked back and forth until they got to Clarke's house.

Clarke heard someone yell, "Keep the change," from her kitchen. Clarke knew that voice, but it couldn't be him. She looked at the clock over the oven, he was on his way across the country. But she still got up and ran to the door. She unlocked it and caught Bellamy in the same flustered position he had been in last night. She barely registered the bright taxi driving away and Bellamy's duffel bag at his feet before he took her head in kiss hands and kissed her.

She kissed back immediately, still not believing he was still here. Bellamy broke it off sooner than they had only hours ago. With her head still in Bellamy's hands he looked into her eyes and said, "I'm in love with you, Clarke Princess Griffin. I love you and no job offer is going to take me away from the chance to love you in the fullest and best way you deserve."

She just smiled and said, "I love you, too, Bell."

He smiled before kissing her again. They had just wrapped their arms around each other when Abby coughed and they broke apart only a little.

Bellamy had to explain to both a frustrated Abby and an excited Octavia on why he had turned down a once in a lifetime job offer to stay in town for Clarke. But Clarke held Bellamy's hand the entire time and she knew she wanted to stay with him too. For now and forever.

A/N: Hope y'all like that one! If you haven't heard the song that I based this on, you need to! And just imagine Bellamy and Clarke and it will hit you with those feels, especially the music video!

Anyway thanks for reading! I'll try and publish tomorrow but Sunday at the latest, I swear.

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