Chapter 26

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Clarke woke up before Bellamy, surprisingly. She had been exhausted after yesterday's activities and she was sure that waking up so early had something to do with her being pregnant.

To clarify, she needed to pee, that's why she was awake so early.

The sun was barely out and she could only just make her way to the bathroom without almost tripping on items of clothing that were scattered across the floor from last night.
She grabbed Bellamy's t-shirt— which was next to the bathroom door— and threw it on.

It ended around her mid thigh and Clarke found herself clinging to the soft material as she entered the bathroom.

It smelled like Bellamy, just plain Bellamy and she loved it. She had her nose buried under the collar as she made her way back into the room, to find that her husband was just waking up.

He let out a small groan, rubbing his eyes before he rolled onto his back. She smiled, plopping herself down on the bed in front of him.

He let out what seemed to be a relieved sigh. "you're still here," he whispered as he moved a strand of hair away from her face.

"Yeah, I'm still here."

She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips, which he quickly deepened, putting his hands on her waist while pulling her onto his lap.

She loved this. Waking up to his warmth, his kisses, him. She didn't ever want it to end. But with happiness came difficultly.

She didn't know how long she would be able to stay in Polis for, hell, Lexa didn't even know that she was there, which was a big step in the wrong direction that she didn't want to head in.

"When do you leave for work?" She asked, pulling away almost breathless.

Bellamy couldn't pull his eyes from hers. "In about an hour—" Clarke kissed him, not wanting to hear him speak anymore. All she wanted was to be with him for as long as she could, but this was pretty good too.

The blonde princess straddled him, pushing him to lay down onto the bed again, her mouth kissing almost every centimetre of his face and neck.

"Clarke," Bellamy said when she latched onto one specific spot on his neck. "You're going to leave a mark."

She bit his skin before swiping her tongue over the spot to smooth it. "Good. Do you have a problem with that? Marking you as mine, and only mine?"

Bellamy chuckled. "No, but when did you become so possessive Princess?"

Clarke smiled, he felt the twitch of her mouth on his neck. "I'm only possessive of things that are mine."

*A/N - a little bit of smut here, skip to next bold line if you aren't a fan of smut.*

This made Bellamy grope at the familiar material that had pooled around her stomach before pulling it off her body, revealing her naked self yet again.

"I've missed you in my clothes," he growled in her ear as he gripped her hips. She was grinding her heat against him, teasing him, or well trying to. "But I've missed pulling them off you even more."

"Likewise," she huffed into his ear as she pulled herself up into a comfortable position on him, practically shoving her breasts in his face, again, trying to tease him.

"I don't wear your clothes, princess." He let out a chuckle.

"You know what i mean. Idiot- oh-" his fingers made direct contact with her heat. "God, Bellamy," she moaned while he watched her intently.

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