Clarke stretched out blinking the sleep from her eyes, as she took in her surroundings. Bellamy rarely let anyone inside his room, let alone sleep in it. The occasional girls he'd brought home, but they never actually slept. That is except for Harper and even then Bellamy hadn't slept in the bed with her.

Slowly rolling over she was met with Bellamy's sleepy eyes gazing into hers.

"What's with the look, princess?"

"I'm unable to wrap my head around the fact that I'm here in your room, and that I slept with you. By you. That I love you, and you love me." She whispered.

Bellamy took in a sharp breath and then their lips collided, the kiss quickly deepened. Clarke was lost in him, and never wanted to be found again. But the world had different plans, because after a few seconds Octavia barged in jumping on the bed, squealing like a fan-girl.

"Lincoln kept telling me to wait, and that you guys were probably still sleeping but, I just can't believe this is real life-"

"You should have listened to Lincoln, please leave." Bellamy said with a small hint of annoyance.

"Sorry I'm happy for my best friend and brother, jeez Bell."

"That's not my point, just- Jesus O, can we get dressed?"

Octavia's eyebrows shot up before she rushed out of the room, shutting the door behind her. The second the door had shut, Bellamy pounced on Clarke pinning her hands above her head, pressing himself against her center, causing her lips to form a perfect O.

"Bellamy, all of our friends are 10 feet away from that door."

"We can be quiet." He murmured in her ear.

Clarke felt warmth spread to her cheeks and all throughout her body as he started down at her, his eyes dark and filled with hunger. She ached for him so badly, the warmth of his body was driving her crazy and she was so close to saying f it-and then his warmth was gone, so quickly it was as if it hadn't ever been there to begin with. Bellamy grinned down at her as he pulled on the T-shirt he had discarded last night.

"Common, Princess. You didn't think I'd actually fuck you with all of our friends here? There's no way you'd be able to be quiet." He said with a wink before opening his door, and disappearing through it.

Clarke let out a sigh of frustration before picking herself up off the bed and walking to the bathroom, wincing as she looked in the mirror. Her hair which was neatly in a bun last night had come loose and had hairs sticking out everywhere, her cheeks were flushed, most likely from the events that just took place. Surely she couldn't go out and talk to her friends looking like this, they'd grin and tease both her and Bell. Turning the faucet on she splashed cold water onto her face and quickly combed through her tangled hair before stepping out into the living room.

Bellamy sat on the couch a cup of coffee in one hand, and the newspaper in the other. Octavia sat beside him biting into a chocolate doughnut. Clarke felt, and heard her stomach growl loudly causing Bellamy to look up at her with a grin.

"Fresh donuts from the bakery in the kitchen, complimentary of Lincoln."

Clarke was in the middle of reaching for a mug when a pair of hands rested on her hips.

"You look really good in my clothes, I'm kind of jealous." Bellamy whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Clarke slowly turned, and then they were nose to nose. Time seemed to stop as they stood together, breathing each others air. Who would lean in first?

"I love you." He said huskily before gently pressing his lips against hers, he held onto her so tightly she didn't know if it was to keep her together, or to keep himself together. The answer was both were true.

A loud ahem pulled them apart and Lincoln looked at the floor, his posture awkward.

"Sorry, Um. Officer Jaha is here."

She felt her own body tense, and then Bellamy's fingers were intertwined with hers, giving her a small nod that said so many words. I'm here. We'll find him. You're safe.

An hour later they had gotten nowhere in the search. Jaha insisted that there is no possible way Finn Collins could be in Chicago, he had alibies. But Clarke knew that, Finn had said that. There was no finding him, there was no stopping him. No end to this.

Bellamy hadn't left Clarke's side since Jaha had started questioning her, he was her strength throughout this. No matter how hard she tried she could not keep her eyes off of him, his brows furrowed and lines of worry all over his face.

"I'm not saying you're lying, Clarke. It's just, there's no proof. If what you've told us is in fact true, we suggest you lay low. Go out of town to visit your mother for a little while, she's been asking how you're doing and why you're not returning her calls. You are on spring break starting tomorrow, correct?"

Clarke simply nodded before leading Jaha to the door, and saying her goodbyes.

It was hard to believe she had once been close to Jaha, loved him even, like a second father. Clarke knew it was unfair for her to be angry with him, her father's death wasn't his fault. All cops know the risks they're taking every day.

"At last, we're alone." Bellamy's voice rang through the apartment.

Clarke could only just make out his figure through the tears that began welling up in her eyes. Two long strides and he was in front of her, pulling her into his arms.

"Hey, we're going to find him. You can stay here until they do, and even after if that makes you feel better.

She could only merely shake her head, as tears silently fell down her cheeks. It took a while but eventually she was able to stop the tears, and talk.

"Jaha was right."

"About what?" Bellamy looked at her apprehension.

"I need to leave, Bell. I'm putting you, and your sister and everyone I know and love in danger. Finn he's-he's crazy, if he was willing to kidnap someone he supposedly loves, there's no telling what he'd do to complete strangers. Especially you, if he saw us together he'd.."

Unable to finish her sentence she closed her eyes, not daring to look at him. It would surely break her.

"Don't, Clarke. Don't let him do this to us, don't let him win." He pleaded.

"He already has."

Quickly she walked past Bellamy, quietly shutting the door behind her before she took off running. The tears fell silently, and she found that quiet is often violent.