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I'm going to burn in hell for this.
Most certainly get floated if anyone finds out about my affair with Clarke Griffin, the daughter of councilwoman Abby Griffin, who is also happens to be a criminal in solidary confinement for treason. Seriously, Bellamy, you are already living dangerously with keeping your sister hidden and alive illegally, why on earth would you risk it for a princess like her? I don't really know, but I guess that's the funny thing about it all.
I don't know why Clarke Griffin is worth it. But maybe…maybe I do know and I just don't want to admit it cause it will become real once I do.
In the beginning their relationship was purely physical. Tentative touches, sensual and exploding kisses, and finally the indescribable yet amazing sex that was nothing he had ever experienced before. That arrangement worked out nicely enough, with them meeting in secret in the shower area where they both knew no one would disturb them, until it didn't. And that's when the fighting started.
Bellamy wasn't a fool to think that he understood women, despite the fact that he was living two women and should probably have more insight of the women's brain, but he quickly realized that he had absolutely no clue on the inner workings of women in general when Clarke, who as it turns out was his equal in temper and wills, and he had over several separate occasions butted heads together. No surprise, really, especially considering that we both are very opinionated and too unwilling to give in or change our minds. It was only pure luck how they managed to keep their relationship hidden with them having loud screaming matches, which usually ended with one of them angrily walking away or both of them pushed against the wall while having intense and passionate sex that felt like the whole Ark was about to break apart. It drove them both crazy, for several reasons, but somehow they always managed to patch up.
Eventually they grew closer emotionally. Instead of spending their time together absorbed in physical activities, they started to talk and learn more private and intimate things about one another. He learned that she was more than 'the Princess of the Ark' and that underneath she was this strong and brilliant person with her own flaws, secrets and past mistakes weighing heavy over her shoulders, just like him. Although I have to admit that the specifics of our secrets and mistakes were never brought up in any conversation, only that we had them and simply continued on without talking about it any further, for obvious reasons. At least my reasons were anyways.
Nonetheless, as time came to pass, he slowly grew to realize how much he appreciated their relationship, his only close relationship outside his family, and even though he would never admit it out loud he knew fully well that there were strong feelings lingering between them, feelings that went beyond friendship. But despite this, he was also well aware of the fact that Clarke was a prisoner, someone who might end up floated for the crimes she has yet come to share with him, so in order to spare both her and him future heartache he kept the truth about his feelings a secret. But every time I look into those blue eyes of hers, I know that I don't have to tell her anything because she already knows.
Realizing that he was completely lost in his memories, Bellamy snapped out of it and turned his attention on his blond-haired princess who had just finished her shower and was putting on her clothes. The sight made him groan and to keep his eyes away from her exposed curves, but found himself unable to do since she seemed to have the strangest ability to draw his attention to her for even the simplest thing. Sometimes I think she does it on purpose just to yank my chain.
"Please…stop," Bellamy groaned once more, while closing his eyes in attempt to suppress his libido from going haywire. "You're driving me crazy, Princess."
"Don't I always do that?" Clarke chuckled. Then she put on her grey thermal long-sleeved shirt with crochet cuffs on and turned around and sat down on his lap, straddling him like he was some kind of horse. "Driving you crazy, I mean?"
He smiled at her, placing his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him, then whispered softly, "Always." Then leaned in to capture those lips of hers and moaned in pleasure. He could feel her smile as she reciprocated the kiss to its full capacity, although neither of them tried to push it to go further than that. Mainly because they had limited time before he had to escort her back into her cell and also he wanted to spend some time with her just talking since his life was pretty much restricted in what and who he could talk to. And besides, we have already had a 'fun' in the showers just a short while ago.
After a short while Clarke ended the kiss and rested her forehead against as she released a happy sighed before she whispered gently yet with clear seriousness in her voice, "Listen, Bellamy, there is something that we need to talk about…"
Oh, this can't be good. "Is this where you're breaking up with me? Cause I have to tell you, Princess, I'm not going to accept it if you use the 'it's not you but me' speech." Bellamy said irritated, while attempting to hide the fact that he felt both hurt and scared by the mere thought of her breaking things of between them. When she refused to meet his gaze he quickly came to the conclusion that his fear was more than justified, but she had another thing coming if she expected him to let her go that easily.
"But it is me, Bellamy! I'm imprisoned in the freaking Sky Box for god sakes. I'm on borrowed time until I'm eighteen and then they will float me!" Clarke exclaimed, then quickly jumped off him and distanced herself from him and kept her back turned. "My charge is too serious for them to just letting me live, especially with them knowing that if I ever got out I would do the same crime all over again because I believe it's the right thing to do. That is why we can't be together anymore because I care about you too much to let you suffer on my account."
He just stared at her dumbfounded and couldn't think how she managed to overthink to that conclusion. Seriously, she was the one to pursue me, although I will admit I was the one who couldn't stop looking at her but I never acted further than that, and now all of a sudden she thinks about what her possible death will do to me? What the hell is wrong with her? Despite his confused, hurt and overall angry feelings, Bellamy got up from his seat and walked up behind her, placing a hand over her shoulder, which she impulsively touched and squeezed without saying anything, and sighed heavily like he was indeed carrying the weight of the world like Atlas did it. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm suffering right now, with you trying to break off the only thing I care about other than my family? I know that the situation isn't…ideal, but breaking things off with me in order to spare me future pain is not the solution. You never said it directly, but if destiny decides that your ending is to be floated then I know you rather live your life to the fullest with happy memories in mind. So why are you trying to push only me in pain but you as well?"
Clarke turned around, clearly feeling hurt and also ashamed by his accusations, and was most certainly about to give him a piece of her mind. However he was going to let her do that, instead he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her towards him before he leaned down and kissed her, silencing her. At first, she tried to pull away, even went as far as hitting his chest with her clutched fists, but after a while her hands was pressed flat against his chest and was slowly moving downwards which was his clue to put an end to yet another breathtaking kiss.
"You're right…" Clarke muttered, hiding her face in his uniform shirt. "About everything. While I don't want to hurt you by my most likely floating, I can't deny that I'm happy with you and that I treasure these quiet intimate moments that you and I share. I guess in the face of the cruel reality we're facing I acted rather impulsively."
You don't say. Bellamy didn't say anything, although he did smirk over the fact that even the rational blond had her impulsive and tactless moments, and ran his hand over her long hair in a soothing manner. "It's okay, Princess. As long as you don't plan on breaking things off with me again, without a legitimate reason like suddenly growing a hatred for my freckles or something."
Clarke laughed and shook her head, "How could I ever hate those freckles?"
A gentle smile appeared on his face as she let her move a finger over said freckles, tickling him. "Now we have had that conversation, do you want to hear about me being assigned a guard job for the Unity Day masquerade party?"
She nodded her head and once again the two of them sat down, with her listening to him explain the recent turn of event. Not knowing how things were about to change drastically for the forbidden couple.
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Okay, I really hope that you guys liked this second chapter of the story. At first I felt reluctant to continue writing on this any further, but after receiving such a great response I decided to try and see where it would go. While I think this chapter was not as good as the first I thought it was beneficial to include Bellamy's thoughts as well as quick summary of the Bellarke relationship without going too much into detail. Cause this story is an and most likely will be a short-long length story consisting around four to six chapters.
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