Clarke walked in Bellamy’s room, sighing as she saw the broad body of him stretched out over the bed. She breathed in and was reminded of Christmas on the Ark, an aroma of spice and sweetness.
She smiled a bit as she saw how he was positioned, one hand clutching the blanket and another laying limp of the edge of the bed, a book on the small table beside him. She studied him carefully, eyes surveying his newly cropped hair and the freckles on his bare shoulders.
She adverted her eyes to a small pile of clothes sitting in the corner of his room, walk of over to pick up one of his cloth shirts and her sleep shorts. Clarke stripped and put them on, moaning in relief and she released her breasts from her bra, throwing it the the other side of the room. She winced she as lifted her arms and felt her back pop, sighing as she felt the soreness from the other day affect her.
She went and sat on the edge of Bellamy’s bed, resting a hand on his hip. Clarke observed the scars on his face from Octavia, and one on his lip that she knows he got from defending his sister, the slight crease in his brow that tells her he’s having a fantastic dream. All these things she’s noticed are small, but it seems like she’s opened a whole new door, a whole new opportunity.
They’ve been doing this for a while, Bellamy falling into her bed after a late shift of patrol and her snuggling into his warmth on the nights she needs too. Clarke knew this was something special they had, this feeling of mutual trust and love. It awed her.
Clarke, after picking up her hand from Bellamy’s hip, stood up and pulled the cover back, enveloping herself in the heat of the blanket and going closer to Bellamy. She lifted his arm and snuggled into his side, sighing in content.
Clarke felt Bellamy move and reposition them, turning a bit more towards her and pulling her flush against his body, nuzzling her hair. Clarke kissed his neck gently and pulled back, staring up at the man.
Clarke knew that she loved him and he loved her too. It was scary though, knowing that you have someone who would let the world burn for you and you would do the same. But you wouldn’t give it up, she couldn’t.
But then she thought of Lexa and Finn, Maya and Lincoln, Wells, all of the deceased people who were dead because of her, and felt frightened. Clarke gazed at Bellamy, stared at the galaxies of freckles that dotted his face, felt his soft skin beneath her hands as she ran a quick hand down his back.
Bellamy was real. He was here, he was safe, and he was fucking alive. They both were, as well as her mom, Kane, Miller, Raven, Monty, Harper, and Bryan. They’re all alive and Clarke’s damn happy for that.
Clarke adverted her gaze away from Bellamy and instead looked at their intertwined hands. She knew it’ll be coming soon. She knew it’ll come over the both of them like a slap to the face. Clarke knew what would happen if the two strongest people in this world come together in love.
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