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[Clarke Griffin]

Bellamy Blake

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None of them had meant to get into trouble, but of course it was just their luck – and by they she meant Bellamy and herself – had ended up no being the ones shaking off the Grounders tailing them. By now though they might have. They had run like hell, Clarke feeling like she barely kept up with Bellamy, but somehow he was still in sight, while the sounds of the Grounders grew more distant and finally disappeared altogether. They were alone, yet they kept on running, not yet trusting to be alone. 

In their almost mad escape, Clarke honestly thought that if one of them would get injured it would be by the Grounders. How wrong she was. As she ran, she didn’t see a branch – or maybe it snapped back from him running through here – either way it hit her in the hip, a sharp end cutting through her pants and into her flesh. Clark yelped at the pain and the immediate instability in her leg. Damn it. Clarke knew some minor injuries to the hip could cause some people to be unable to walk an stand for a bit, despite it not really being dangerous – unless that damn tree was poisonous. Clarke hoped it wasn’t. But for now their run was over. As she had a second to look around she noticed she had no clue where they were. Had they honestly gotten themselves lost on top of it?

“Bellamy! Bellamy, I can’t go on! We have to stop.”

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It was quite often that they were running to or from Grounders and this was no exception. Fortunately, he was in good company with Clarke. Very good company at that. He trusted her, and knew she had his back no matter what . . . just as he had hers. They seemed to be placing more and more distance between them and the Grounders but one could never be too sure. They had the tendency of disappearing for a bit, relying on their archers in the tree or something other inconspicuous way of hiding them. So Bellamy could not slow his pace. Though he did keep glancing behind him to ensure that Clarke was nearby.

He could hear her behind him so that was fairly good reassurance. Hearing a sound of distress caused him to abruptly stop and turn around, raising his jammed gun up. But of course, the Grounders didn't know that his bullets were stuck. He quickly assessed the situation and realized that it wasn't the Grounders that had injured her, but something else. "Clarke!" He called out. Lowering the gun as it hung on its strap around his shoulder, he swung it back and hurried toward her.

He lowered his head to look at the wound, trying to determine the severity of it. She was a better judge than he was though. However, he knew enough to be aware that it looked bad. And would hinder their ability to run. Their . . . because he was not leaving her. Unfortunately, he also wasn't entirely certain where they were. If they had the luxury of time, they could figure it out but right now, priority was still getting away from the Grounders.

They were still too much in the open, but up ahead in the not so far distance, there was a small clearing, surrounded by trees that could hopefully provide them with concealment. At least there he could properly look at the injury. "Alright," he said aloud, quickly figuring out the best course of action here. "You can kick my ass for this later," he stated in jokingly -- somewhat -- as he then suddenly scooped her up in his arms and proceeded to carry her over to where he had seen the small area. Once they got there, he gently set her down and knelt next to her, his eyes going to the wound. "What happened?" He asked, wondering if it was some trap set by a Grounder or it was something else entirely.

[Clarke Griffin]

At least he was not leaving her behind, then again those fears had been dismissed a long while ago. As much of an ass that he was, he was a good leader, he was not ready to abandon anyone, at least not without a good reason. So seeing him run back to where she lay on the ground, did not really come as a surprise, at the same time she felt a surge of gratitude rush through her. At least until he spoke about her kicking his ass later – she’d not do much ass kicking with that hip for a few days, given how It caused instability in her damn leg to the point of her becoming a burden to his escape. Maybe it would actually be better if he went on. The Grounders might do with her and leave him be, figuring one was better than nothing. Again, no option with a man like Bellamy. 

“What… What the hell?” He picked her up as if she simply weighed nothing, didn’t even show a single sign of her being heavy. He carried her over to a clearing easily, while she felt his muscles move and clench to hold her up. Wow. Clarke knew he was strong, but this was the first time she really thought and felt the muscles that made him strong. She should really not do that. She was, after all, just a young woman. And then the gentleness with which he placed her on the ground. 

“A branch. I got caught on it or it snapped back. Sharp end cut right into my hip.” Clarke wriggled a little, holding herself on his shoulder to give her leverage to do so without moving the injured leg. She pushed down her pants a little to examine the wound. “It’s looking worse than it is. The branch hit with precision. I doubt I can put any weight on the leg with that, but it should heal easily.”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

When she explained that it was a branch that caught her, he felt a wave of relief. If it had been a Grounder, they could have poisoned the weapon and without the antitode . . . well, he didn't want to think of what would have happened then. Best to focus on what was actually going on rather than any what if scenarios.

His eyes remained on her leg as she pulled down her pants a little. Shame that she wans't doing that under different circumstances. Wait, did he really just think that? Focus man, focus. He pulled out his water and opened it, pouring a very little bit over the wound. They would have to conserve as much water as they could. Maximizing the few drops he had poured, his hand gently moved over the wound to clean off the blood so he could see the point of entry. "You'll live," he said with slight teasing. Using her already torn pant leg, he ripped off a bit of the fabric and wrapped it around the wound to cover it.

"It's gonna be dark soon. We'll stay here for a bit." Until perhaps sunrise. It was far too dangerous to go out there, injured, with the Grounders lurking about. Especially since they knew this terrain far better than they did. They had after all, lived here for nearly a century. Keeping the bottle of water open he passed it to her so that she could stay hydrated. "Is there anything I can do?" He further inquired. As she was a doctor's daughter, he wanted to see if there was anything he should do to tend to the wound apart from cleaning and covering it. He just desperately hoped it didn't get infected.

[Clarke Griffin]

In all honesty Clarke was a bit surprised at how he immediately started to clean the wound with what little supplies they had with them. If only she knew the plants, then she could have maybe added a layer of them to help the wound and stop it from getting infected out here. But as it happened doing that would probably cause the infection or a poisoning in the first place, so it was more than out of question. The blonde found herself huffing slightly in annoyance, but she didn’t argue with him, since he was just right there. They were lost. It was about to be dark, they were already in the disadvantage, to go on would almost resemble suicide. They had food and water, at least a bit, with them, they could hold out until morning and then go on. She just watched him bandage her up without a word enjoying the feel of his fingers on her skin way too much, before speaking

“Not with the supplies we have, no. The only thing I would have added would have been alcohol.” But since they didn’t have that, he had done all he could. “Thank you.” He didn’t even need to. She could have done it herself, but he helped her and bandaged her up without any need. 

“I guess a fire is out… oh wow.” Just as Clarke mentioned the fire she caught sight of another fire altogether: the sunset seemed to put to sky on fire, creating such a beautiful image. 


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

She answered his question by saying that they couldn't do more with what they had. He would have to just keep a close watch on the wound and her to ensure there were no complications. Not that he would know what to do if there were. "Yeah I could use a drink too," he said jokingly, aware of the reason she brought up alcohol. Besides, he wasn't much of a drinker; he couldn't be down here. She thanked him and he looked at her for a moment with a slight nod. She didn't need to thank him, but he appreciated it all the same.

She was about to ask if they could start a fire when she stopped mid sentence. Immediately, he raised his guard, almost reaching for his weapon but then he noticed that she was looking up at the sky, at the sunset. He had to agree with her, or what he could read from her tone. The sight was rather beautiful. He wasn't only who was all into that kind of crap but . . . at this moment, it was undeniable. He slowly moved his eyes to the side, looking at her as she looked at the sunset.

He found another sight far more beautiful than the lowering sun. Trying to recover himself, he shifted a little so that he was seated comfortably. "At least its natural and not something exploding," he stated, attempting to compensate for his slip of allowing himself to just gaze at something gorgeous . . . not necessarily even referring to the sunset. He then proceeded to take off his jacket and put it around her. Damn it, what was happening to him?

"This'll hopefully keep you warm enough." Since they couldn't start a fire. Right. That was the logic; she was injured and she needed to stay warm. Then why was his hand lingering over the jacket that he wrapped around her. Why was he swallowing back whatever emotions were surfacing. He quickly dropped his hands and created a bit of distance-- not too much -- between them. Still seated, he then moved the gun off his back, holding it in his hand as he used the excuse of inspecting it as a distraction.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke had drawn so much in her cell in the Ark. She had imagined what life on earth could be like, had remembered the pictures from earth and imagined what death was like, pictures like that always came to her mind. This was the first time she saw a sky as vibrant as that, colors as bight and pure as them. It was like – a drawing only it was real and – he completely ruined that one when he made the joke about it being not an explosion. At least that, but couldn’t he see the beauty in it? Probably not. He had an entire different way of thinking some things were beautiful. 

“Isn’t it technically something exploding, though? The reactions causing the sun to glow? Aren’t those uncountable mini – explosions.” Not so mini, but mini compared to the planet, but he might know what she meant. He was not dumb, he was clever she had noticed a while ago. Suddenly she noticed him placing his jacket around her. Her face showed pure surprise at his kind action. He was … more than nice towards her. Why? He had no reason to give her his jacket, yet she had no reason to decline this kindness, wanted to feel it and bask in it for as long as it lasted. Clarke reached for his hand, on the gun, gently squeezing it. He looked so… interesting in this light, beautiful even. “Thank you, Bellamy.”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

She spoke of how it was technically something exploding; something happening to make the sun to glow. He glanced up at it again, not having ever taken the time to just watch the sunset since they landed here. And yet, it seemed all the more wonderful being able to, with her. "Guess it's been a while since we saw an explosion that didn't kill people." Ships landing, bombs, so many different kinds of explosions. He realized that his words may have ruined the moment, but it was too late for he had already said them. As he was fiddling with the gun, his eyes rested on her hand that lay on top of his.

The warmth of her touch sent a sensation course through his body. It wasn't that he'd never been touched by a woman before . . . of course he had. But it was different with Clarke. He was feeling a more, emotional connection that he hadn't felt with anyone before, and though he tried to keep it bottle away in the core of his heart, moments like this threatened to bring it out. He clenched his jaw for a moment, before parting his lips as if to say something but decided against it.

"No worries," he said non chalantly, but perhaps he wasn't doing a very good job of trying to act unaffected by her touch. "Hey, you hungry?" He couldn't do this. He couldn't let his feelings for her slip out. They had something good; they worked so well together. What if he ruined it completely by doing something stupid? He had to swallow it back and just be what everyone needed him to be; not someone who he wanted to be which was . . . a person who allowed himself to embrace how he felt about someone he deeply cared about.

[Clarke Griffin]

They had been chased by Grounders, she was too injured to walk, yet somehow she felt no threat, no danger around them. It was like in this moment the world was just them, him bathed in the soft, warm, red light of the sunset, looking at him, how he wanted to say something, how he brushed it off in a way, yet it still felt like the moment wasn’t broken, not by this, which was entirely new for her, for them. Normally a comment would brush off whatever moment she felt they might be having – or well she was having and he was being subjected to, because there was no way this man could ever care for her beyond friendship, right? 

“Not right now, no.” Later maybe. Right now. She’d rather touch him, be close to him, settle down and maybe rest. She was helpless and he was here because of her. He could have left her and saved himself for sure. But he was here, with her, had bandaged her up and gave her his jacket. She was seeing him in a different light, literally. Maybe she should do something about it. So Clarke moved closer carefully, mindful of the injury. She placed her head on his shoulder, her hand kept holding his. “Are you?”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Damn it. She moved to rest her head against his shoulder and it felt so . . . right. It should be wrong, but it didn't feel that way. It felt so right that her actions prompted him to so casually moved his arm so that it was around her, holding her close to him. It was such a natural reaction; as if he did this all the time. Which of course, he didn't. He couldn't blame it on the fact that they needed to keep each other warm. No. There was no logic to it, other than he did it just because he wanted to. Because he felt such strong feelings whenever he was near her, and holding her like this only fueled them. It took him a several moments to realize that she had asked him a question.

It seemed so hard to talk about something as normal as food, when he felt so much stirring within him. "No," he answered, not even giving much thought to the question. Another distraction soon presented itself as the darkness they would have otherwise been left in with the lowering sun, was countered. Bright blue colors surrounded them on the plants and trees that concealed the little area they had found to rest. Bellamy's eyes looked at them, not shifting his position, but he found himself at awe. Maybe Clarke had done that; caused him to find the beautiful in an otherwise shit world. Whatever had caused it, made this moment feel perfct . . . a moment shared with her. He absentmindedly rubbed her upper arm with his hand, as his arm remained casually draped around her. "That's incredible," he breathed out, the glowing pigment unlike anything he had ever seen.

[Clarke Griffin]

Maybe it should feel wrong, but it felt very much not wrong at all. His arm around her, holding her close felt right, like him carrying her. It felt right while it maybe shouldn’t. They were co-leaders, friends even, but did this not go beyond being that? They were so close, it felt so good, better than it should between friends. It would make so much more sense, had it been cold, had they tried to keep each other warm only. But it wasn’t cold. It was quite okay, even better now that they were this close. Clarke moved to place her hand on his chest, gently moving as if to massage the hard muscle she felt under her palm. With her nestled safely into his arms, she knew she could easily drift off, as she felt safer than she had in a long while. A good amount of it was due to the smell, the strong smell of this leather, dirt and something that she could just describe as ‘Bellamy’. God she really had a scent associated to him? It was a scent she knew by now. She knew how he smelled and it was comforting to be around. If that didn’t go beyond friendship, what did? She was so screwed.

It was only his voice that made her look up from his shoulder, to see the forest come to life with its own light. She adored the bioluminescence ever since she saw it for the first time – but why had she not seen it again after? Where they in the wrong part? Whatever it was, they watched it together. She looked up to see the way he was looking at it, almost in awe. This sight in turn had Clarke stare at him in awe. He was beautiful, so…. Damn it, she was so screwed. 

“So beautiful…” She didn’t even mean the lights, she meant him. But she couldn’t keep this up. She placed her head back on his shoulder, stared at the light with him, for a long time until she just had to speak. “It feels safe in your arms.”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He had no idea what the hell was getting into him right now. He should be more concerned with keeping watch for Grounders, and telling her that she should get some sleep. He shouldn't be holding her like this, or admiring the natural environment around them. No. This wasn't right . . . but it sure as hell felt like it was. Her hand moving him was making this even harder, for he wanted to feel more of her touch. It was so comforting; a comfort he'd not experienced for . . . well, perhaps in forever. Not like this. She stated it was beautiful, not realizing what she was referring to because his own mind was not applying her words to their surroundings . . . but rather, to her.

When she settled her head back against him, he slightly tilted his to look at her. God, he could look at her all day long and it seemed she grew more and more beautiful. "Yeah. It is." Only he too wasn't referring to the glow around them. He hadn't even realized how long he was staring silently at her until she spoke again, saying she felt safe in his arms. The words may sound simple, but they weren't. They meant far more to him than he could describe. Why? Well, because this place was far from safe.

They fighting off Grounders, Reapers, Mountain Men -- whoever the hell they were -- and god knows what else. But Clarke, she felt safe with him. Just as he felt safe with her. She gave him a confidence that no one else had. She made him stronger, and a better man, reminding him of who he was raised as. He didn't have to be a monster and it was Clarke who had shown him that and helped him on that journey. Vocalizing all this was a tad more difficult than thinking and feeling it. He had never been good at verbally explaining how he felt.

Only showing it. And that right now, was the danger. To hell with it. Who knows how long they would survive; who knows what tomorrow would bring, or even the next hour. Had the circumstances been different, perhaps he would have advised himself against this and convinced himself not to potentially ruin what they had worked to achieve. But right now, he couldn't think rationally. His thoughts and feelings were all consumed with her.

 "Hey," he said softly, not even sure if there were any more words to follow, but there were indeed actions. He moved his hand to cup her chin as he tilted her head toward him, and up a little, as he lowered his own head, closing the distance between them. His lips touched hers in a gentle kiss, as if testing the waters. She may smack the shit out of him after wards but right now, he was far too engrossed in the moment. And how wonderful it felt to kiss her.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke felt like she could just lose herself in the moment, in this night. In his arms, she even imagines sleeping, because he’d wake her if something happened. He’d protect her, wake her and get her out of here. Not that she could do any of that by herself now, with how her leg was not hers to command right now. Funny how at the moment not even the semblance of pain reached her, she felt too good, too safe where she was. Like he even protected her from the pain, which was entirely impossible, only it felt possible. It made no sense, especially not to her, who liked logic. Then again she knew what happened in her body, just refused to acknowledge it. 

A curious pout appeared on her lips as he spoke to her, his hand guiding her even more to look up at him. Why? What did he need her attention for? They were good like that, close, watching the forest and just being together. There was no reason to break the moment. Except he wasn’t. Except this moment wasn’t broken by what he did next, but extended, sweetened. He kissed her, softly, yet her body seemed to disagree. It felt like a thousand electric shocks in her lips, her body as they kissed. Clarkes eyes closed, enjoying the moment until they broke apart. For a long while she found herself unable to speak, to express herself even in the slightest. She just stared at the man, about whom she had thoughts like that for a while. Now he kissed her. 

“Bellamy” she breathed softly. Clarke moved her hand up to his neck, feeling his strong pulse under her fingers. A bit fast, maybe. Nervous? Perhaps. Her own was just as fast, she knew. “Kiss me again?”


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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

The kiss was soft, gentle, tender. More tender than when he usually kissed women . . . but then again, Clarke was not just like any other woman. She was not someone he'd just bang in his tent and say goodbye to in the morning. What he felt with her was far deeper than that; more emotional. Which was why he had been so hesitant to kiss her. Which was why it had taken him this long to do so, letting his feelings for her build until he couldn't contain them any longer. When the kiss broke, he instantly felt the deprivation of her soft lips
, keeping his eyes closed to bask in the moment . . . for this could be their only one.

Furthermore, he folded his lips inwards to savor her taste, hearing her speak his name and bracing himself for whatever her reaction was. He could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest, certain that his pulse was racing as well. He still couldn't open his eyes, almost afraid to see her expression if she was intending to let him down gently. But he couldn't be a coward, so slowly his eyes opened, looking at her through heavy lids. She then said words that he didn't even need to think twice about. Ones that lay to rest any worries or fears he had about whether this kiss ruined what they had. It hadn't. Not yet anyway, for it seemed to be something that she wanted as well. So when she asked him, he moved his head toward her, finding her lips once more. Only this time, the kiss was less tentative.

He deepened the kiss, gently coaxing her mouth open with his own so that he wasn't too intrusive. He remained mindful of her injury, trying to find the best position to put her in so that he could kiss her with ease and she would remain in comfort. He began to adjust their positions, moving forward, causing her to move back, while maintaining the contact of their lips. He continued to do so until she was lying on her back against the ground, as he settled himself above her, ensuring his body didn't press to much against her hip wound. His ability to think was starting to fade away with how she was making him feel in this embrace, and all he could do was continue to kiss her, savoring the moment that he had longed for so long.

[Clarke Griffin]

Part of her expected him to say no. Maybe the first kiss was just a fluke, a heat of the moment kind of thing. It maybe was just the moment speaking from him, nothing else. It was possible, right? But then again she was young, she lacked life experience in many ways. Maybe this was one of them. Except it didn’t seem like it as he, after what felt like ages, moved forward to do as she so tentatively asked to be kissed by him again. This time this kiss was different, actually different from any kiss she ever experienced. Kissing Finn for example was all demanding, him taking what he wanted and that was it. Bellamys kiss was different. It was heated, but less demanding, more – guiding, if it made sense. It seemed like with every movement, she had decision to follow his or not to. He let her have power, even though he was the one deepening the kiss, asking for access to her mouth, moving her ever so gently. Clarke gave herself up to him, allowing him to lead her, to guide her backwards until she lay on her back, with him hovering over her. 

“Bellamy” she eventually sighed into one of the kisses. Her hands had long since moved under his shirt, feeling the muscles on his back, the electricity shooting through her hands. This was good, so good, but such a bad idea right now. They were out in the open and she was sure she’d soon be no longer able to think straight. “Bellamy, not here. It’s not safe here.”


Bellamy Blake