"She shakes her head, the corners of her mouth turning up helplessly. “I’m starting to see why you don’t take any sugar with your coffee.”

His brows lift questioningly.

“I wouldn’t either,” she says, “if I were that sweet.”

She lets herself bask in his grin..."

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"You're gonna need to learn how to kiss first." Bellamy says, his hands moved to under my chin. He takes his thumb and rubs my bottom lip. I gulp.. "so teach me."

Was all it took for Bellamy to pick me up, and kiss me, i wrapped my legs around his waist."

"He barks out a laugh. “Go to the bedroom” he says “I'll be right behind you.”

She hesitates, and presses up onto her toes to give him a brief kiss. It's the softest he's seen her yet and his heart squeezes

“I'll be waiting” she says and yeah Bellamy’s going to hell for this"

"Bellamy came in without asking, shoulders wide enough to block out a war. He looked at the table and then at Clarke, and the way his mouth softened around her name told the room what mattered. “Clarke.”

“I’ve got him,” she said, not looking back. She did...."

"No, I can’t. I can’t do it. She died alone, Murphy. Again. I failed her again, and she died, again. She died afraid and alone and unable to move and there is nothing that we can do to save her. There’s nothing we can do to make that better. She’s gone, and I… I..."

“I mean, I raise one, then in an attempt to do my job and protect her, I adopt nearly a hundred more.” Clarke smiles softly, a final tear slipping down her cheek, and he continues softly, cradling her against him. “I can handle one more.”

"Mom and Dad were making out!”

A round of cheers mixed with a symphony of groans, as people realised they had either won or lost respectively

“Hold on.” Clarke narrowed her eyes “You all bet on when we’d get together?”

“Yeah. Sorry Ma.” Mbege said, completely unapologetically"

"She met his gaze, and for a heartbeat too long, the world stilled. Then she looked away, swallowing down everything she wouldn’t say.

“Let’s get you home,” he murmured.

And she let him—because even if she couldn’t have his heart, his hand on her back was still something."

"I said I miss having a boyfriend, and Bellamy said Yeah, it's the best, I love having a boyfriend," Clarke supplies.

"I was being smooth!" Bellamy protests, in the tones of someone who knows that is the least smooth response of all time."

"She just wanted everything to return as it was before — she knew it was impossible. They had changed, six years are not six days, yet she still missed the raw and naked feeling of being with him, depending on him, trusting him, as if his presence strengthened her..."

"Miller was processing the pale arm that was wrapped tightly around Bellamy's waist, and the blonde hair that spilled over the dark blankets covering them both. Her face pressed between his shoulder blades, barely visible, but there was no doubt in his mind

He’d found Clarke."

"Blake must have noticed her drilling a hole into his head because he turned towards her and smirked. Oh he just loved seeing them in chaos. She could practically hear his sharp voice mocking her. What, Princess? You didn’t really think they had it all together, did you?"