• jacydelvecchio

Drabbles: #32

Clarke paced back and forth, looked at him, then paced some more.

Finally, she heaved a heavy sigh and said, “We’re not exclusive, so I can’t be mad at you for having sex with Raven.”

She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that more than anything else. Bellamy was a bit annoyed at how happy he was that she wished she had the right to be mad at him for sleeping with someone else.

“Okay,” he nodded.

She pinned him with a gaze. “So.”

“So?” he asked, raising a brow.

“So, you wanna be official?” Clarke asked bluntly.

His eyes widened in surprise, before he smirked, barely managing to contain a laugh.

“Staking your claim, princess?”

“Yes,” Clarke said with shocking firmness.

Bellamy smiled slowly. He reached out and hooked his fingers in her belt loops, pulling her closer.

“Sure,” he murmured against her lips. “Let’s be official.”

It was a bit difficult to kiss her when she was smiling, but Bellamy was nothing if not determined.

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