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Bellamy & Clarke

Clarke

"Clarke! Clarke, we need you, now!" Octavia's voice seems to cry, filled with a pained desperation.

I practically leap from my tent, sprinting out to see what's wrong. Finn was in the group that went to find food this morning, and he's all I can think about now.

What if it's him? What if he's hurt? What if the grounders got to them while they were out, and he's not here at all?

My mind screams as I run, and my heart stops when I see him, covered head to toe in blood.

"Finn!" I shout, running into his arms and pulling him against me. "Are you alright? What happened?"

"I'm fine, the blood- it isn't mine-"

"Clarke!" Octavia cries again, and then I know whose blood covers Finn: Bellamy's.

My face loses all its color, and I rip myself from Finn's arms, darting towards the bed where the others laid Bellamy. His left leg is gushing blood despite its tight-looking wrap, and I scramble to find my kit.

"Hey, Princess." Bellamy groans, and I can't help but smile down at him.

I don't reply, too flustered by his rapidly deteriorating condition, which seems to piss him off when, for once, I actually didn't mean to rile him up. He scowls, and I suddenly feel bad for-

"I can help if you need." Finn's sweet voice soars over my shoulder as he stands behind me in the tents entrance, making me realize the possibility that Bellamy's glare wasn't at me.

"No, you need to rest." Raven says in her snake-like tone, making me cringe. I can't see them, but somehow, I can feel her touch on his body.

"I'm fine-"

"You're not-"

"Would you two both get the fuck outta here?" Bellamy snarls at them, and my heart thanks him.

I try to hide it, I truly do, but I can't help loving Finn. I can't look away- turn the other cheek- each night when they fall asleep together.

"Careful, Princess. I need that." Bellamy hisses, making me realize my unfocussed haste in stitching up his leg.

"Sorry." I mumble, gently holding his calf down as I continue to stitch. "What happened out there?"

"Grounders. They're still pissed about the 'torture' thing, and the failed peace treaty, too. You can thank your fuck-buddy for that one."

"He is not my-"

"Only because he has a girlfriend. If Raven wasn't here, I'm sure you'd be all over him."

"You're playing a dangerous game, pissing me off while I've got a needle in your leg. Keep talking shit like that and I swear-"

"Hah, sure, Princess." Bellamy chuckles, and my face becomes hot. I finish stitching him up in silence, then check for any signs of infection before wrapping him back up and heading out.

No one can piss me off like Bellamy Blake.

I think, practically boiling as I step out from the tent. Why he has that kind of power over me I do not understand, and it makes me want to keep a good distance from him. The problem is: I also understand that I need him. He and I, as much as I hate to admit it, are more alike than I allow myself to recognize. And when he killed that boy who attacked me… I still see it. It plays, over and over again, in the back of my mind, and I can't get it out. I see it in my dreams, when I'm asleep, and when I'm awake, too. And when I saw him, Bellamy, covered in blood from his sliced up leg, I saw it again, and I panicked, more than I had panicked when I thought it might be Finn that was hurt.

No… No, I care for Finn way more than I do for Bellamy. Hell, I think I love Finn, and Bellamy… Bellamy? Really? No, never. He and I need to stick together because we are the leaders, and because the others need us. Otherwise, we would be far, far apart. There is no 'me and Bellamy'. Not now, not ever… Right?

Bellamy

God fucking damn it Bellamy, you've really outdone yourself this time. Jackass.

I snort, pressing my head back into the pillow and rolling my eyes. Somehow I always manage to piss her off: Clarke. Now she won't even look at me. I should know by now: don't joke about Finn. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

My mind is eating away at itself, because now, I want more than power. I want more than to just be 'the leader'.

I want Clarke.

The thought makes me smirk, imagining her with me. But she still wants Finn, that cheating fuck, even though he hurts her every day with the way he looks at Raven. What an ass, and that's coming from me.

I chuckle again, but it turns into a sneer as I begin to feel the numbness in my leg fading, leaving me in writhing pain. I groan, fists clenched and eyes closed tight.

"Are you alright?" Clarke. She came back.

I can't help but smirk, opening my eyes again and attempting to hide my pain from her.

"I'm doing just fine, Princess, how about you?"

She rolls her eyes and turns to go, but I can't let her, not again.

"Princess, wait." I call after her, sounding more desperate than I intended. Fuck.

She pauses in the entrance of the tent and looks back at me, expecting.

"Stay with me?" I murmur quietly.

I barely even recognize the voice as my own, its too soft.

Weak. Weak and desperate, great fucking job.

I close my eyes again, waiting for her to leave. A few moments later, my chest heats up, and I open my eyes again to see her small, gentile hand resting in the middle of it.

"You didn't leave?" I whisper, confused.

"If you want me to go, I'll go, but you asked me to stay-"

"Stay. Please, stay." I look down from her eyes to her lips, then back to her eyes again, and she moves her body closer to mine so that her side is touching mine, all the way down. I put my left arm around her so that my hand rests on her shoulder blade, and she sighs softly, nuzzling her head into the crook of my neck.

How the fuck did I manage this?

I think, grinning. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing has slowed, revealing her comfort. Our bodies are touching in so many places it's hard to keep track, but all the same, I try to take it all in. Nothing could ruin-

"Clarke?" Finn says sharply, striding uninvited into the tent.

Mother fucker.

"Yeah?" Clarke answers, pulling herself from my arms. She seems embarrassed and ashamed, which stings like a bitch.

"Get the fuck out, Finn!" I yell, trying to sit up on the bed. My attempt sends waves of pain crashing through my leg, and I groan again.

"Here, here, you need to lay down." Clarke says softly, putting one hand on my back and another on my chest, laying me back down. "I'll be back." She whispers, smiling down at me.

"No, stay. My leg, it kills, I need you." I order.

"Clarke, we really need to talk." Finn says sternly, making my fists clench.

"Like hell you do."

"Bellamy, relax." Clarke sounds annoyed, which pisses me off even more.

"Fine, whatever." I roll my eyes, turning my head the other way.

"Bellamy-"

"Go. And don't bother coming back." I hiss, closing my eyes. I wait a long moment before realizing that I fucked up again.

"Clarke, wait!" I order, but she and Finn are already gone. I'm alone now, and all I can think about is her. How I wanted her, to be with her. I wanted kiss her, and to kiss her neck, and to pull her on top of me. I lose myself in a fantasy, where she comes in to re-wrap my wound, and she climbs on top of me so that she can wrap it without moving my leg all that much. When she is finished, I put my arms around her and slide her slowly up my body until she is sitting on my hips. She then leans down and kisses me, hard, and I press her head down against mine. She then pulls off her shirt, keeping her eyes locked on mine, and then unclips her bra. I fumble to pull down my pants as she undoes her own, and then she sits back down, on me. The daydream is so real I can almost feel her, her lips on my lips, and myself inside her. But then my mind is filled with another thought: Finn.

What is that little fuck doing to my woman..? My woman. Mine. Clarke is mine.

I think, over and over again, and the more I repeat it, the more I want it, need it, need her. I have to tell her, I can't hide it anymore. I've never felt this way about anyone before, but now that I do, there's no stopping it. And there's no way Finn is going to take this away from me, that cheating, grounder-befriending, peace-loving fucker.

I slowly try to sit up again, putting most of my weight on my arms. My entire body stings, but I ignore it. I've been hurt worse than this before, many times, and I know I'll hurt a hell of a lot worse if I lay here while Finn is out there trying to take advantage of Clarke again.

I have to find Clarke, right now. I have to find her, and I have to make her mine.

Clarke

"What is it, Finn?" I ask, shaken. The whole situation with Bellamy has me confused… I mean, he was such an ass while I was trying to fix his leg, hell he's always an ass, but when he asked me to stay… I stayed. I had to stay.

"First, what was that with you and Bellamy?" Finn seems to sneer, and my hands become hot.

"Why does it matter?" I sneer back, annoyed. "You have no right to care anyway, you have Raven."

"But I want you." He pleads, and I feel as though I will fall to him, fall into his arms and never leave. But something holds me back now, keeps me away… Bellamy?

"Raven needs you, I'll be fine alone-"

"Or, with Bellamy, you mean?" Finn interrupts me, and I find myself somewhat angry at him for the very first time.

"I am not with Bellamy!" I hiss at him, narrowing my eyes and crossing my arms.

"Sorry, I just… I got jealous, seeing you lying there with him. I want to lay with you like that, to be with you, like I was before…"

"Before your girlfriend came down? Finn, that's awful!" Tears swell up in my eyes and my blood boils, frustration and confusion consuming me.

"Clarke, please!" Finn begs, tugging at my shirt, but I pull away.

"I should go." I mutter, quickly turning away to leave, but Finn won't let that happen. He pushes me up against the cold, hard wood of the wall and slams his face into mine, furiously kissing me. I have longed to kiss him again ever since Raven came down, but now, suddenly, his kiss feels… wrong.

"Stop." I whisper, trying to pull away, but he forces me back into him.

"Stop, Finn, stop it!" I say, getting louder, but he won't listen.

"I need you, Clarke." He whispers into my neck, beginning to kiss down my body.

"No, listen to me, you need to stop!"

He holds me tighter.

"You're hurting me, stop!" I'm gasping for air now, torn apart by so many mixed and conflicting emotions screaming within me.

"She said stop!" Bellamy yells, and suddenly Finn is torn from me and thrown to the ground. Then he kicks him, twice in the ribs, once in the head, and for some stupid reason I can't stop crying.

"Bellamy, Bellamy stop!" I sob, putting a hand firmly on his chest in the same spot I'd rested it when we'd laid together.

He stops kicking Finn, looking to me now, and his stone-cold face lightens, bearing a concern and care I have never seen in him before.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, gently taking my hand in his.

"I'm fine, but you, your leg-"

"Don't worry about that, I'm hard to kill." He smirks, and I can't help but smirk as well, despite my jarring body.

"Bellamy, you fucker!" Finn yells, getting to his feet.

"Me? You assaulted a woman!"

"What happened to 'no rules'? Wasn't it you who said that?"

"So having no rules justifies rape? I don't think so, neither does Clarke, and I'm sure Raven won't either."

"I don't give a fuck what Raven thinks, all I want is Clarke, so you'd better get the fuck out of my way, or I swear-"

"Stop it, please, both of you!" I start to cry again, stepping in between them.

"Go back to Raven, Finn." I plead, and his face drains all of its color.

"This isn't over-"

"Yes. It is. Now go." I whisper, breaking inside. "Go."

Finn turns away, walks away, and that's it.

I'm broken.

Bellamy

We are alone together now, but I have no fucking clue what to say. In retrospect, I should have planned this part out instead of having sex fantasies, but it's too late now.

"Clarke?" I whisper, with no clue what I'm going to say next.

But I don't have to say anything at all- she wraps her arms around me and sobs softly into my chest as I stand there, silently holding her against me. I have no idea how to comfort another human being, but I try. I run my fingers through her hair, and gently rock her back and fourth in my arms as she cries, and eventually, she stops.

"I'm so sorry, your leg must be in agony, standing here for such a long time, I shouldn't have-"

"No, no, I'm fine." I lie, faking a smile. My leg feels like its on fire, to tell the truth, but Clarke doesn't need to know.

"Here, let me help you back to your tent." She mumbles, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. "I'll support you. Put your arm around me."

"Gladly." I smile, which makes her chuckle.

We walk slowly back to the tent, as I can only move so fast, and when we get there, she gently helps me back onto the bed.

"Hey-"

"Shhh, you need to rest." She says, climbing onto the bed beside me and re-taking her earlier position.

"Whatever you say, Doc." I tease, and she smiles.

"Is Doc and upgrade or a downgrade from Princess?" she teases back, and I find myself smiling too.

"Don't worry about it, you're always gonna be Princess." I run my fingers through her hair, and her eyes lock on mine for a long moment.

Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her now!

But her lips are already on mine before I make my move. I eagerly press my lips back against hers, coaxing her head forwards. I smile as I kiss her, and I can feel her smiling back, wanting me as I want her. I wrap my other arm around her and use it to pull her body into mine. My leg kills, but I ignore the pain. It's so worth it.

I start kissing down her neck, and she moans softly, making me more aroused even than I was earlier when I was having sex dreams about her. I practically tear my shirt off, taking her hands and holding them against my chest. She seems impressed with my body, and I can't help but grin.

"Holy shit, Bellamy." She smirks, running her hands down my chest to my abs, then farther. She then uses one of her hands to play with the hem of her shirt, twisting it around her fingers, teasing me.

"Damn you're frustrating." I chuckle, my eyes locked on her twirling fingers.

She smiles down at me, then turns her head away. I'm about to say something when she turns back.

"Can you do it for me?" she asks in a whisper, taking my hot hands and setting them down at the hem of her shirt.

"Of course." I say, beginning to pull up, but something stops me… care, I think. I really do care about her… "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yeah." She nods, but I'm not convinced.

"You don't have to." I whisper, taking her gentile face in my hands.

"But I want to. I want you." she smiles, and I lose control.

My hands find the hem of her shirt and I pull, all the way up, taking it off her. She presses her lips passionately back against mine as she unclips her bra, and I hear it softly hit the ground. Shamelessly, my eyes lock on her chest, and she chuckles, taking my hands and pressing them against her boobs.

"Wow" I grin, under my breath, as she leans into me and begins kissing down my neck.

This… this is too fucking good to be true. It can't be. This can't be real.

Clarke

This can't be real.

I think, my body exploding with wild sensation. Bellamy's hands on me… they feel so right.

My shaking hands fumble and trip while trying to undo his pants, but he doesn't seem to notice my clumsiness. His tongue slides along my neck as he kisses me, harder and harder, and I feel him give me a hickey.

As soon as his pants are off and on the ground, he takes off mine, impressively releasing me from them in a five second span. Before I can make a clever, snide remark about his quickness, two of his fingers are inside of me, and my muscles tighten. I moan, and he leans into me, kissing me at first, then softly biting my bottom lip. My body seems to melt beneath his touch, completely and utterly enthralled.

His fingers slide out, and I feel him position himself.

"Ready?" he whispers gently but firmly, kissing down my neck, making me yearn for him.

"God yes." I gasp, turning my head so that his lips find mine as he slides himself into me. I feel full, complete, and undoubtedly under Bellamy's spell. He has me now, all of me, and he is in control. I moan as he shifts our bodies so that he is on top of me, and wrap my shaking arms around his strong, muscular back. I feel his muscles expanding beneath my fingertips, though all my mind will focus on is his presence in my core.

He seems so far down, maybe all the way to my stomach even, and with each thrust he seems to go deeper. I can feel myself fast approaching my limit, making my fingers subconsciously claw at his back. His eyes lock with mine, and he smiles down at me, clearly amused by my scratching. I try to smile back at him, but my face contorts as my body begins to give way to him.

"Bellamy-" I gasp, just before I become unable to form words. My body convulses, electrified with his given sensation, and seemingly shatters under his strong, protective body.

"Holy shit." He moans, slowing down to kiss me. His kiss is soft and gentile, but so passionate at the same time. Bellamy is nothing like Finn was, the two cannot even be compared. Bellamy is just… everything. Caring, passionate, gentile but rough at the same time, he's… he's exactly what I want. All I want. All that matters.

My body regains its strength, and Bellamy speeds up again, pushing himself even farther into me than before. Once again, I feel my body undoing itself under his touch, completely captivated by his completing presence inside me. I feel the sensation taking me over again, this time stronger than before, and I moan his name even louder. Just as I feel my body submitting to him, his face contorts, and we release almost simultaneously. The feeling of his seed shooting up inside of me is indescribable, and I have to gasp for air. Bellamy collapses on top of me, kissing my cheek for a long moment before nuzzling his head into my breast.

I can't help but smile, gazing down at him and stroking his dark, wavy hair. He is so beautiful, so completely enchanting.

"Hey Clarke?" He whispers, looking up at me with caring eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Will you… can you… Hmm." He mutters, then pauses for a long moment. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks finally, and my heart jumps.

"I was hoping you'd ask that: of course. Wait, you… you called me Clarke. Not Princess, but Clarke." I smile, mesmerized.

"Yeah, I guess I did." He smiles back at me, wrapping his arm around me. He then closes his eyes, and his breathing slows, revealing his comfort with me.

I was wrong. There is a 'me and Bellamy'. And right now, in this moment, I can't help but hope that there always will be.

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