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Clarke had known it was a stupid idea to go to the party. She didn’t want to go to a party in the first place but Finn had insisted and Clarke had given in, desperate to try and make things work with him. She didn’t like him all that much but at least he was a distraction from her soul crushing crush on Bellamy Blake, her best friend’s older brother. Bellamy was a few years older than them and lived off campus while Clarke shared a dorm with Octavia, his sister.

“Babe, come on! Have a shot!” Finn didn’t wait for an answer, just pressed a shot glass into her hand and poured another for himself, knocking it back easily. He did it two more times before pouring himself a beer and turning back towards her. Seeing that she hadn’t taken her shot, Finn nodded at it. “C’mon, don’t be boring, babe. Take the shot.”

Clarke sighed, rolling her eyes internally. She didn’t like being told what to do but now was not the time to discuss that. So, she took the path of least resistance and knocked back the shot. Immediately she felt its warmth flow through her and she reached for the bottle of tequila, pouring herself another.

“That’s my girl!” Finn said, the alcohol already starting to take affect and making his eyes glaze over.

Clarke shuddered, not liking the feeling in her stomach at hearing Finn say that she was his girl. Finn thankfully didn’t notice, too busy scouting the party for his friends.

“There they are, c’mon, I’ll introduce you,” Finn said cheerfully, grabbing her wrist and pulling her through throngs of people. Clarke winced as she bumped into a few people, mumbling her apologies but not staying because Finn had quite the grip on her wrist.

“Clarke, these the friends I was telling you about,” Finn said, gesturing broadly at the group. He introduced them individually to Clarke but in seconds she had forgotten their names. Those two shots were already starting to work their magic.

“Hi, everyone,” Clarke murmured, a flush on her cheeks that was equal parts discomfort and alcohol. She didn’t want to be here. She wanted to be back at her dorm or, better yet, she wanted to be at Bellamy’s apartment. She loved his apartment and took any opportunity she could to hang out there.

Finn pulled her in by her waist, keeping a heavy arm around her as he started talking to one of the people Clarke had just been introduced to. Clarke fidgeted with her red solo cup, taking a sip and screwing up her nose. God, she hated beer. Especially the cheap beer of frat parties. But, it was alcohol, so she swallowed her tastes and chugged the cup.

“You want another?” Finn practically had to shout the question into her ear the music was so loud. How anyone enjoyed these parties was beyond her.

“Yes, please.” Clarke yelled back, handing him her cup.

Finn went off in search of more beer and that left Clarke with his friends. Shit, she hadn’t thought this through. Thankfully either they sensed she was uncomfortable with them or they simply just didn’t care about her, because no one bugged her. In fact, none of them even spoke to her while they conversed amongst themselves. She waited for Finn and twisted her fingers together. She itched to take out her phone right now and call Bellamy, if only just to hear his voice.

“Here you go,” Finn said, appearing beside her suddenly and making her jump.

“Thank you,” She said, taking her cup back from him. This time she sipped a little more slowly, but not by much. Before she knew it she was faced with an empty cup. She looked over to Finn and saw that he still had half a cup so she tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned to her she leaned in and said, “I’m just going to get something to drink. I’ll be right back.”

Finn nodded absently, already being pulled back into his conversation with the boys next to him.

Clarke made her way to the makeshift bar and, after seeing that they had harder stuff than beer, she immediately went about making herself a cup of spiked punch.

With nothing else to do and no one else to talk to, Clarke decided that she might as well keep drinking, if nothing else than just something to do. God, she wanted to go home. Maybe she could fake a headache and Finn would take her home. Clarke contemplated her options while she gulped down her drink. At this point she wasn’t sure which drink she was on and the world was starting to spin a little.

Pouring one final drink, at least for now, Clarke stumbled her way back to Finn and sat down heavily next to him on the couch, a little bit of her drink sloshing over the rim of her cup. She giggled, brushing away the drops that had fallen onto her leggings with clumsy fingers.

“You alright, babe?” Finn asked, amused as he took a break from his conversation.

Clarke hummed, taking another sip as she leaned against the back of the couch. Putting her head back she stared at the ceiling, admiring the way everything spun around her.

“Clarke?” Finn nudged her when she didn’t reply.

Languidly she turned her head to face him. “Yeah?”

“Do you want to go home?” Finn asked.

“Not with you,” Clarke replied serenely, taking no notice of the small gasps followed by snickers that came from Finn’s group of friends.

“Um, what?” Finn shifted, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Come on, Clarke. I think you’ve had enough. Let’s go home.”

“No!” Clarke pouted. “I don’t want to go with you.”

Finn scowled. “Well, then who do you want to go home with?”

“Bellamy,” Clarke sighed wistfully. “I want Bellamy.”

More snickers from his friends. “Fine,” Finn said, anger clear in his voice. “Come on, let’s go give him a call. He can come deal with you.”

Clarke stood up on unsteady feet, yanking her arm out of his grasp when Finn tried to guide her. She swallowed the rest of her drink in a few gulps and then placed her cup on a random surface before following him towards the front door of the frat house.

When the fresh air hit her face Clarke immediately felt three times better. The world was still spinning and Finn’s face was very blurry but taking in a few lungfuls of fresh air made her feel better.

“Where’s your phone?” Finn asked, annoyance etched into his face. When Clarke stared blankly at him he asked again, “Clarke, where is your phone?”

“Oh! It’s right here,” Clarke replied, reaching into her pocket and handing it over to him. “What do you want with it?”

“I’m calling you a ride,” Finn said, rolling his eyes. He clicked through her contacts, scowling again when it registered that Clarke only had two favourites in her contacts, Bellamy and Octavia. They had been dating for a couple months now and he wasn’t a favourite! Whatever.

He pressed call on Bellamy’s contact and waited for it to ring.

Bellamy had just sat down with a book and a beer, ready to enjoy a night in, when his phone buzzed on the counter. Groaning, Bellamy got up to answer it. He wanted to just ignore it but on the off chance that it was his sister or Clarke, he needed to make sure he was available.

God, he had it bad for his little sister’s pretty friend. She was just so beautiful and sarcastic and biting and— Bellamy rolled his eyes at himself. Now really wasn’t the time to be waxing poetic about his futile crush on Clarke. She had a boyfriend anyway.

Grabbing his phone, Bellamy’s heart skipped a beat when he saw that it was Clarke calling him. He was pretty sure that she was at a party tonight so he answered immediately, worry burrowing its way into his chest.

“Hello? Clarke?” He asked, already hunting down his shoes in preparation of going to pick her up. “What’s up?”

“Hey, man, it’s Finn, Clarke’s boyfriend? Er, well, I was her boyfriend— anyway, are you able to come pick her up? She’s super drunk and won’t go home unless it’s with you,” Finn said. Bellamy could hear the undercurrent of annoyance in his voice from here.

“Of course, text me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Bellamy said, grabbing his leather jacket and shoving it on one arm at a time while balancing the phone against his ear.

“Okay, thanks.” Finn didn’t give Bellamy a chance to say anything else, he just hung up.

“Fuck, he’s such a dick,” Bellamy muttered, grabbing his keys and locking the door behind him before jogging down the stairs to the parking garage to get his car.

It was no secret that Bellamy wasn’t a fan of Clarke’s boyfriend, hadn’t been since the beginning. There was just something about the pretty boy that Bellamy didn’t like. He didn’t trust that Finn would care for his princess the way she needed to be taken care of. Bellamy could, though. He’d treat her so well she’d never want for anything.

It was a hopeless dream but it was his dream. There was no way Clarke returned his feelings but he was still glad that at the very least she trusted him enough to call him when she needed him.

It took him no time at all to pull up near the frat house. Getting out of the car, Bellamy stalked towards the front door of the house, almost missing the guy standing awkwardly off to the right.

“Bellamy!” Finn called, waving him over.

Bellamy changed course and came up beside Finn, who was standing over Clarke where she was lying down on the grass.

“What happened?” Bellamy asked, worry in his voice. “Why is she on the ground?”

“She fucking laid down and I couldn’t get her up, she won’t listen to a thing I say,” Finn whined, kicking the grass beside their feet. “She said she wouldn’t listen to anyone but you, so good luck.”

Finn clapped Bellamy on the shoulder before he could respond and then turned around and started walking in the direction of the house. After a second he turned back and called, “Oh and can you tell her in the morning that we’re over?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” Bellamy said, watching in disgust as Finn just walked away, leaving Clarke splayed out on the grass. Stupid, stupid boy. Bellamy would have never left Clarke like that, even if she was being difficult and not listening. Whatever, he was here now.

Bellamy crouched down beside Clarke. “Hey, princess.”

Clarke turned her hazy eyes to focus on him. “Bellamy!” Suddenly she sat up and gasped. “Woah, the world is spinning. Bellamy, why is it spinning?”

“You’re drunk, princess,” Bellamy explained, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to your dorm.”

“No!” Clarke whined, crossing her arms and pouting. “I don’t want to go back to my dorm.”

“Okay, well where do you want to go?” Bellamy asked patiently.

“Can we go to your place?” She slurred, reaching out an unsteady hand for him.

Bellamy caught her hand and gripped it, standing up and pulling her up with him. Clarke went easily, letting him guide her to her feet.

“Yeah, princess, if that’s what you want,” Bellamy agreed easily, putting his hand on her lower back and pressing gently, trying to get her to walk forward.

But Clarke stayed rooted to the spot. “I don’t want to walk.”

“How are we going to get home then, Clarke?” Bellamy was amused. Maybe he should be annoyed that she was being difficult but really she was so fucking cute about it that Bellamy couldn’t help but indulge her.

“I don’t like it when you call me Clarke,” She mumbled, poking him in the side.

“Sweetheart, that’s your name.”

“No! You call me princess,” Clarke whined. “I like being princess to you.”

“Okay, princess,” Bellamy chuckled. “How are we going to get home if you don’t want to walk.”

Clarke thought for a minute, her face scrunched adorably as she swayed from side to side, thinking hard about a solution. Her face brightened suddenly and, “You can carry me!”

Bellamy laughed. “Okay, if that’s what you would like.” He ignored the part of him that was triumphant that she was about to be in his arms. She was drunk and he was a friend helping her out. That’s all there was to it. It didn’t mean anything that she wanted him to carry her, that she wanted to be close to him.

He turned around and crouched down slightly so she could get on his back.

Clarke stumbled her way to him and with clumsy movements, got on his back enough for him to wrap his hands around her thighs and boost her up so she was on his back comfortably.

Clarke made a happy sound. “That’s better,” She mumbled, laying her head down on his shoulder.

“Comfortable, princess?” Bellamy asked, though he didn’t expect an answer. He adjusted her a little bit until she was laying on him better and then started walking towards the car. It wasn’t a very far walk, in fact it was a little bit ridiculous that he was giving her a piggy back ride for such a short distance but he wasn’t about to complain. Not when Clarke’s warmth was bleeding into his back through his clothes and he could feel her breath against his cheek.

“Yeah,” Clarke answered, sighing wistfully. “You should carry me everywhere.”

“I think that’s a little impractical,” Bellamy chuckled. “You’d get tired of it eventually.”

Clarke was silent for a moment. “No, I wouldn’t,” She said gently after a while. “I like being close to you.”

Bellamy swallowed. “Yeah?”

He could feel her nod against him. “Yeah.”

He coughed. “Well that’s good. Wouldn’t want to hate your best friend’s older brother. Talk about awkward.”

Clarke snorted. “You realize you’re more to me than that, right?”

Bellamy didn’t get a chance to answer because they had finally made it to the car and then he was busy with getting her buckled in properly, her drunk giggles music to his ears. By the time he rounded around to the drivers side, he was smiling widely. Just being around Clarke made him feel so much joy, he truly couldn’t get enough.

Sliding into the seat, Bellamy started the car and glanced over at Clarke to make sure she was all good. She was staring at the frat house with an expression of confusion and Bellamy nudged her gently. “Hey, you okay?”

“Why am I here?”

“You called me to come pick you up,” Bellamy explained, peeling out from beside the sidewalk and turning around, going back to his place.

“No, I mean, why was I here at the party?” Clarke asked, stumbling over a few words. She wasn’t slurring her words anymore but she was still obviously drunk.

“You went with Finn,” Bellamy said through gritted teeth. Even knowing that the pretty boy was no longer in the picture Bellamy couldn’t stand him.

“Ugh, Finn,” Clarke made a face. “I don’t even like him.”

“Then why on earth were you dating him?” Bellamy was dumbfounded. What was the point of dating someone you didn’t like?

“Cause! I can’t have the person I really want,” Clarke pouted, crossing her arms and leaning against the window.

“Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

Clarke opened her mouth to speak but then suddenly shut it. She made a sound and shook her head. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?” Bellamy looked over at her. Clarke had uncrossed her arms and was now twisting her fingers together. She did that whenever she was nervous. Bellamy reached over and took one of her hands in his, smoothing his thumb over the soft skin. “Hey, what’s wrong, princess?”

“Nothing!” Clarke said brightly, squeezing his hand.

Bellamy wanted to argue with her but how could he when she pulled his hand into her lap and started to play with his fingers. He didn’t want to let go so he resigned himself to driving one handed and enjoyed the warmth of her skin against his.

By the time they arrived at his apartment, Clarke was sleeping against the window, her soft breaths echoing in the almost silent car. Bellamy had barely wanted to breathe, not wanting to disturb the pretty princess in his passenger seat. He got out from the drivers seat and walked around, opening her door gently and using his hand to stop her from falling when he took away the thing she was leaning on.

“Hmm?” Clarke startled awake, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. “Where are we?”

“At my place,” Bellamy told her, reaching in to unbuckle her seatbelt. When he got it off he stepped back, giving her room to get out of the car, however she sat there, looking at him with glazed over eyes that were already drooping. “C’mon, sweetheart. As soon as we get up to my apartment you can go to sleep, but we need to get upstairs.”

“Will you carry me?” Clarke asked, holding her arms out and giving him a pleading look.

Bellamy sighed. He couldn’t say no. “Okay, princess. Here, get on my back,” He turned around so she could get situated. When he didn’t hear her move, he glanced behind him to see that she was still in the same place. “Clarke?”

She huffed. “No, I want you to carry me carry me.”

Bellamy raised an eyebrow, turning back around. “Alright, well, you need to get out of the car first so I can close it up, okay?”

Clarke nodded enthusiastically and got out of his car on unsteady legs. Bellamy caught her when she stumbled and pulled her close, shutting the door behind her and clicking the lock. Once the car was secure, Bellamy grabbed Clarke gently and hauled her into his arms. She laughed happily and threw her arms around his neck, nuzzling against his throat. Bellamy felt like his heart was in his throat. Clarke was so close. He had never had her this close to him before and god, he wanted it. He wanted to have it every day for the rest of his life. But, that wasn’t on the table so he would just have to take what he could get.

Clarke kept quiet against him as he got back up to his apartment and when he got to his door, he looked down to see if she had fallen back asleep. Her eyes were closed but Bellamy could tell she was still awake. “I’m going to set you down now, princess. I have to unlock the door, okay?” Bellamy waited for her to nod against his shoulder and then set her down.

Clarke stayed close, leaning most of her weight on him. He put his arm around her and kept her against him as he unlocked the door and opened it. “In you go, princess.”

Clarke reluctantly pulled away from him and stumbled into the apartment, Bellamy following her and shutting the door behind them.

Clarke giggled as she collapsed on Bellamy’s sofa and he let out a chuckle, taking off his jacket and shoes before coming to sit on the coffee table in front of her. “Give me your feet.”

“Why?” Clarke laughed, slouching against the couch.

“Because I doubt you want to fall asleep with those on,” Bellamy said, nodding at her leather boots. “Come on, baby.” Wow, he sure was letting a lot of pet names slip out tonight. Good thing that she was too drunk to notice because sober Clarke would definitely have something to say about it.

Clarke hummed, putting one of her booted feet in his outstretched hand. Bellamy carefully unzipped the boot and slid it off, putting it to the side before doing the same to the other one. When he was finished Bellamy stood up and held out his hand. “You ready for bed?”

Clarke looked startled, her cheeks flushing bright red. “You’re taking me to bed?”

Bellamy felt his own cheeks flush. “To sleep, princess.”

“Oh,” Clarke looked so disappointed that Bellamy felt his heart skip a few beats. Did…Clarke want that from him? Did she have feelings for him? Bellamy shook his head, he couldn’t do anything about it right now anyway. He’d ask her in the morning.

“Come on, baby,” He said softly, tugging her up off the couch. “I’ll put you to bed and then tomorrow we’ll talk.”

Clarke pouted but listened, letting him guide her through the hallway and towards his bedroom. She plopped down on the bed and waited for further instructions, staring at Bellamy.

“I’ll get you something to wear,” Bellamy said, digging through his drawers and coming back with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He swallowed, this was probably not the best shirt to give her. It was an old one of his that had his last name on the back and the thought of seeing her in it made his chest tighten. He wasn’t a good man, was he. Blowing out a breath he shook himself out of it. Now was not the time for such thoughts. “Here,” He turned back around and handed the clothes to her.

Clarke stood up and wasted no time, tugging off her shirt right there in front of him.

“Wait— princess— shit—” Bellamy’s voice was strangled as he whirled around, closing his eyes before he could see her take off her pants. “Give a guy some warning.”

Clarke just laughed and Bellamy could hear the rustle of clothing being changed.

“Okay, I’m decent,” Clarke said through a yawn. Bellamy turned around and immediately wished he hadn’t because Clarke had forgone the pants and decided to just wear the shirt. All he could see was the pale expanse of her legs and he forced his eyes up to the ceiling.

“Uh, why don’t you get in bed, princess,” Bellamy said through clenched teeth. Clarke took no notice to the strain in his voice and happily got under the covers, making herself comfortable.

“Will you stay with me?” Clarke asked softly, looking up at him from underneath her lashes.

“I— I can’t, princess. You wouldn’t ask this sober,” Bellamy replied, his whole body coiled tight. God, he wanted more than anything to crawl into bed with her and hold her tight, but he couldn’t. Not yet, at least. If she still wanted to climb into bed with him tomorrow then by all means, she could, but until she was sober and fully able to consent, he was sleeping on the couch.

“Will you at least sit with me until I fall asleep?” She asked, searching for a compromise.

“Okay,” Bellamy gave in, sitting against the headboard. He froze as Clarke confidently took his hand and put it on her head, silently indicating that she wanted him to play with her hair. Tentatively, Bellamy slowly pet the soft strands, curling his finger around them. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there playing with her hair, but when he felt himself starting to drift off against the headboard, he figured it was time to get up.

As gently as he could, Bellamy slid out from underneath Clarke and made sure she was lying comfortably against the pillows. In his absence, she curled herself against the pillow and let out a sleepy sigh.

He took a minute to stare at the princess sleeping in his bed. She looked so perfect against his sheets and Bellamy wished, not for the first time that night, that this was something different. That Clarke was here, in his bed, because she wanted to be and not because she was drunk off her ass and needed a safe space to land.

But alas, this wasn’t that and Bellamy needed to just be okay with that. He forced himself to turn away, grabbing some sweatpants and a t-shirt to change into before quietly creeping out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. He got changed in the bathroom and brushed his teeth, letting out a big sigh when he flopped onto the couch after having made it into a makeshift bed with a pillow and the only extra blanket he owned.

Closing his eyes, Bellamy fell asleep with thoughts of Clarke on his mind like usual.

Clarke groaned when her eyes fluttered open and the bright morning sunlight assaulted her. She put a hand in front of her eyes, shielding them as she hauled her tired body up so she was sitting in bed. Facing away from the window, Clarke took stock of where she was. She certainly wasn’t in her own room and for a minute she panicked, wondering if she had gone home with a stranger, before her eyes caught on a picture on the bedside table. It was a picture of her, Octavia, and Bellamy and Clarke felt her body relax. Okay, she was at Bellamy’s.

She looked around the room, taking in the bedroom with hungry eyes. For all the times she had been here at the apartment, she had never been in Bellamy’s bedroom. Clarke had dreamed about being here— although, in her dreams Bellamy was here too, pressing her down against the bed and kissing her breathless.

Shaking herself out of her fantasy, Clarke got up and looked down at what she was wearing. Her legs were bare but she was covered by the big t-shirt she had on. She shivered when she realized she was wearing Bellamy’s shirt and nothing else besides her panties. How many times had she dreamed about waking up like this? However, again, in her dreams Bellamy was here with her and he fucking loved seeing her in his clothes.

Clarke sighed, hunting around for some pants and finding a folded pair of sweatpants on top of the dresser. She tugged them on, tightening the strings as much as she could because they threatened to fall down if she didn’t. Bellamy’s clothes practically swamped her and Clarke shuddered, loving the way it made her feel.

She crept out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face and using the tooth brush she kept there for when she stayed over. She felt better almost immediately with a clean mouth and figured that she’d feel even better after a shower, so she stripped and turned on the shower.

She showered quickly, washing last night off of her until she was squeaky clean. Clarke turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping one of Bellamy’s clean fluffy towels around her. She dried off and got redressed in the clothes she was wearing before, having nothing else to wear, before cleaning up and leaving the bathroom.

Clarke decided that she would make Bellamy breakfast to make up for apparently making him come get her drunk ass.

With a decisive nod, Clarke entered the kitchen quietly, taking care not to wake Bellamy who was sleeping on the couch in the living room, and began to make him breakfast.

Bellamy woke to the scent of burning toast and the sound of Clarke cursing up a storm in the kitchen.

“Princess?” He croaked out, his voice heavy with sleep. He sat up with a yawn and stretched his arms, trying his best to get rid of the kinks from sleeping on the couch. Getting up, he haphazardly folded the blanket before following the sounds Clarke was making.

Entering the kitchen he found his princess in the middle of a bit of a mess.

The toaster was smoking, with two pieces of toast that were completely charred looking like they had just popped up. There was a pan on the stove that looked like it contained eggs, but it was hard to be sure with the congealed look of them. At the centre of it all was Clarke, who looked utterly miserable with her cheeks bright pink and furrow between her brows.

“What happened here?” Bellamy asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast,” Clarke mumbled, crossing her arms as she looked down at the floor. “You took care of my dumb ass last night and I wanted to repay you but all I did was fuck up your kitchen,” She huffed, an unhappy pout on her lips as she looked at the toast miserably.

“You don’t have to repay me for taking care of you, princess,” Bellamy said, shaking his head. “I like it.”

Clarke let out a disbelieving snort. “Oh sure, I bet you definitely liked being torn away from whatever you were doing to come rescue me. What happened last night anyway? Where was I? I remember going to a party with Finn, but that’s it.”

Bellamy considered fighting her on her presumption that he didn’t enjoy coming to rescue her, he loved being the one to take care of her, but he decided against it. Instead, he focused on answering her other questions. “Yeah, you went to a party with Finn, but you had a bit too much to drink. You wouldn’t let Finn take you home,” Bellamy said, hesitating before he finished. “You wouldn’t let anyone but me come for you so Finn called me from your phone.”

“Oh my god,” Clarke’s blush intensified and she put her head in her hands. “That’s so embarrassing. I hope I didn’t make a scene.”

“Uh, well, actually,” Bellamy said reluctantly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “You were kind of lying down on the grass when I got there and then wouldn’t walk, you would only let me carry you.”

Clarke groaned, her expression mortified. “Fuck, Bell, I’m so sorry. I completely ruined your night and acted like an idiot. I’m never drinking again.”

Bellamy laughed. “Princess, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, honestly it was cute,” He shrugged, ignoring the way his own cheeks heated at his admission. “Plus, like I said before, I like taking care of you.”

“Why?”

Bellamy shrugged again. “Dunno, just do.”

Clarke huffed. “Come on, Bell. You have the answer to everything. There’s no way you don’t know the answer to this.”

Bellamy swallowed roughly. Could he really do it? Could he tell her how he felt? It was the perfect opportunity— an opportunity that he might never get again, so he might as well use it.

“I like taking care of you because I like you, princess. I like you,” Bellamy admitted quietly, his words echoing in the near silent kitchen.

Clarke stared at him open mouthed, shock evident on her face. “Oh. Oh.”

When she didn’t say anything else and the seconds ticked by, Bellamy worried that he’d made a mistake, that he’d read the cues wrong and this wasn’t mutual. His heart accelerated and he began to ramble. “I know that’s a bit of a random bomb to drop on you and I totally get it if you don’t feel the same way. I promise things won’t be weird. I might need a bit of time to get over it but—”

Clarke cut him off by marching towards him, grabbing hold of his t-shirt and pulling him down for a kiss. It took him a second but Bellamy finally got with the program, threading his fingers into her hair and tilting her head to get better access to her mouth. Clarke moaned into the kiss and Bellamy swallowed down the noise happily.

He wasn’t sure how long they kissed but when Clarke eventually pulled away her lips were pink and puffy and Bellamy longed to take them again. Soon, he promised himself. He wasn’t letting her get away from him.

“So, uh, that just happened,” Clarke said, looking at him nervously. Like she thought that he might regret kissing her. He couldn’t have that, now could he.

“Yeah, it did. And I hope it happens again,” Bellamy reassured her, his hands landing on her waist and pulling her closer. “Like, all the time. Everyday. All day.”

Clarke laughed, shaking her head at his ridiculousness, but she looked reassured and Bellamy felt her relax into his hold.

“Now, since I don’t think this breakfast is edible— the thought was lovely, babe, but I can’t in good conscious let you eat this— why don’t we go out for breakfast? I know this spot that you’re going to love.”

“Like a date?” Clarke asked shyly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Bellamy squeezed her hips. “Yeah, princess. Like a date.”

“I’m in,” Clarke breathed, smiling so wide it made her cheeks hurt.

“Good, that’s good,” Bellamy couldn’t stop grinning, feeling happier than he had in a long, long time.