Brave Princess - A Bellarke Story

Chapter Forty

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Chapter Forty

Bellamy:

Anya agreed with little pushing. I'm glad. It made my job easier.

Now, it is night. And because the thought is on my mind, I remember that first night. That time when Clarke pushed Asher behind her and protected him--and everyone--with her life.

Fire away, she had said, opening her arms to the danger. I'm not moving. And her hands didn't shake.

Her bravery had saved us then. I hope it can help us now. Her bravery had made me see something in her then, also.

I had forced myself to stand back. She's okay, I had to tell myself. And she had been. But that hasn't made the loud thumping of my heart stop.

And so, when she had disappeared into her tent, I had followed. I hadn't meant to, but I suppose my feet had a mind of their own.

You were brave today.

I wasn't brave. I was just protecting my people.

The way you did it was brave.

And I had kissed her, because I had felt something awakening in my soul--a burning, chilling knot of something that made my hands tremble.

They tremble even now, as I look at her. Her face is flushed and golden in the torchlight. I swallow.

And suddenly she is awake. Blue meets brown. She blinks. Sits up. "How are your ribs?" She asks, blinking again.

I smile softly. "They're alright."

She nods, smiling again. And I wonder--how did I close the drop ship door on her? "That's good."

Silence. "How are your legs? Bruising, scarring, anything?"

Clarke rolls her eyes. "How are they?" She snorts. "They're feeling particularly dotted today."

I can't help but chuckle. "So they're bad."

She smiles--a slow, gentle smile that makes my hands tremble. "They're getting better."

I nod and clasp my hands in front of me, resting my elbows on my knees. "That's good."

She turns to me and tilts her head to the side. Nods. "Bel."

"Yes, Clarke?"

Clarke smiles, and in that moment, I forget about the war. I memorize the way her face looks now, flushed and golden in the torchlight.

She shakes her head, her smile growing. "Nothing. I just wanted to say it."

AN: Hello, again! I hope you appreciated my little attempt at fluff. I quite enjoyed writing this chapter, and thought Bellamy and Clarke deserved a break--a small one nonetheless--from the troubles of war.

I can't believe that this is the fortieth chapter! I never thought I could write this much. Honestly, I'm nowhere near done, so don't you worry! I'm planning on writing this story right up to season 3, if you all keep reading it.

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