AN: Sorry for the message you guys got early about me discontinuing this story, my friend was playing a prank on me. Anyway thank you for you're unconditional love and support, this chapter is very dear to my heart so please each and everyone of you who are reading at least leave one review, it can be as simple 'Happy Face'. Enjoy J
Clarke
I couldn't sleep all night; Finn's words were roaming around my head like oxygen in the room. Did Bellamy really? For some strange reason the thought made me blush, but at the same time it made me angry and afraid. I need to get these things off my mind; we still have so many things to get done here on earth before the ark comes down. But no matter what my mind always finds its way back to Bellamy. Ugh, I never even thought of Finn this much, not even after he broke my heart. But why did Octavia think Bellamy likes me? I mean he was with Nicole all day, doing god know what. But why would Octavia say such thing after she saw him with Nicole, and Finn believing her. I don't understand why he is so upset? I doubt Bellamy likes me, and even if he did, I don't feel the same way, so why is he getting upset? I should be the one upset after everything he lied to me about, he broke my heart and I forgive him. And Bellamy is not making this easier, but does he really? But why was he with Nicole? Ugh… Clarke there are bigger problems in your plate, Bellamy Blake should be the last if not the very last thing on your mind right now.
Bellamy
We must bring in more supplies tomorrow; we only have so much time before the rest of our people return to earth. I just wanted it to be dawn again, we need food and other supplies as soon as we can get our hands on them and it would be a lot easier if… Clarke wasn't coming along every time I see her, its like nothing else matters, but there is so much that matters. She has this affect on me, Octavia is growing suspicious day by day and these unknown feelings are growing stronger within days. The camp needs food supplies, medicine, and weapon and on top of everything, I find myself thinking about Clarke more & more, and it scares me really. I just don't know how to stop it, even though I really wished I could so I could focus on the seriousness of the entire situation but our princess just wouldn't leave my head.
Both Bellamy and Clarke twisted and turned all night from side to side think about each other, the circumstances they were in and how to cope with them. After several hours of twists and turns it was finally dawn, Bellamy got ready and packed his bag full of all the things they would need on their way to hunt for food and other necessity supplies and Clarke did the same. They met in front of the ship and without a word to one another they begun to walk towards the woods. They walked and walked till they were exhausted and took a break near the lake, Bellamy give Clarke a weapon in case he wasn't able to help her at a point, he really believed in her being able to find her own battles, no matter how much he wanted to fight them for her; that's what made her so admirable, she was not only stubborn but brave and fierce at the same time she was kind and honest which made her unpredictable, mysterious & venerable, and he valued that as much as he despised that about her. Clarke sets a big rock caved onto the ground of the lake, as Bellamy walks into the water. She feels cold; Goosebumps covering her arms.
" Are you cold, Princess?" Bellamy asks looking at her shaking.
" A little" she replies and within minutes he is out of his shirt and he throws it right at her. " Put that on top of yours, don't worry it doesn't smell" he assured her, but all she could think about was how breath-taking he looked as the water run through his barrel-chested chest that curves outwards. Clarke swallowed the water that had formed in her mouth and pushed her-self to wear his shirt. Bellamy dove down to swim and Clarke just watched him leap downward through air, immersing himself in the element that seems to feel like soft velvet. Gliding through its luxurious depths, feeling one with his universe. He breathed flows into and through his body giving his arms and legs the power to stroke and kick. Time stood still as Clarke watched Bellamy's body moves silently and serenely, joyfully and suddenly her heart skipped a beat.
" BELLAMY! Bellamy?" she shouted.
" Yes, I am here! What's wrong?" he asked now concerned.
" I want to talk to you about something" looking at him intensely she stood up.
" What is it?" nervously he asked.
"Octavia" she paused.
" Octavia?" he repeated more like a question.
" She told Raven, YOU. You like me" She finally said it and immediately regretted it as Bellamy's face went red, with anger or shame? She wasn't sure.
" SHE DID WHAT?" his eyes widened.
" Yeah" is all he heard back and now he was afraid, afraid that Clarke was going to find out and he would be left exposed.
" That's not true" is all he said in his defense, still floating in the water.
" I know." she said coldly.
" You do?" he was confused.
" I just wanted to confirm it with you. I mean how could you like me! You like that B*cth Nicole" she was now angry, perhaps even disappointed at his response.
" You sound jealous? Are you? Do you want me too like you?" Bellamy smirked to himself a little at the thought of Clarke being jealous over him.
" NOO!" she shouted even angrier.
" Of course, you like that coward Finn" now Bellamy was angry too, how dare she question him like that, he wasn't going to give her that satisfaction.
" THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH FINN" She shouted louder and louder.
" THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH NICOLE EITHER" he shouted back just as loud and before he could say another word she jumped into the water and slapped him across the face with all the strength in her body. They looked into each other eyes for a few seconds before he crushed his lips on to hers…
Time stood still as their lips moved together harmoniously making them forget how annoying and stubborn they were with each other, how they always disagree on everything. Blood rushed to her head, making her feel light and fuzzy. He pulled away slowly, but she ran her fingertips through his hair, and pulled him back in. Their lips moved together, and their hands moved over each other's bodies. She felt him glide his tongue against her lower lip. Unsure, she opened her mouth to let him in. Their tongues slid against each other, and their lips were still in motion. She could feel him smile through the kiss as he cupped his hand over her cheek. He pulled away from her lips, but kept his lips lingering on her skin. He kissed down her jawline and traced her collarbones. She tilted her head back; letting him graze his lips against her neck... their heart was racing together, their blood boiled with passion.