Thread: RP: The 100: Return To Earth (greenandgold x randomname98766789)

The warmth of Clarkes body caressed Jasons exposed skin. His arms wrapped gently around her neck and his legs locked together across hers underneath the thick blankets. Jason could feel Clarkes chest expand and contract, her warm breath tickling the side of his neck. Tightening his grip around the girls body, Jason planted his lips firmly against Clarkes forehead, holding the kiss for ten seconds before pulling away, his eyes fluttering closed afterwards. Gazing downwards, Jason opened his bright, blue orbs again and allowed the slightest hint of a smile to show. Even during the most dark, depressing time he had faced, Clarke found a way to make him smile by simply sharing this intimate moment. I love you, Princess. Jason answered with pride and conviction in his voice because he was truly proud of loving Clarke. It was the best thing he had ever done. Outside, the sound of a light drizzle pattering on the ground began lulling Jason off to sleep. The rain was calming and they were well protected from the elements. Soon enough, Clarke and Jason could join the others inside the dropship with their own living quarters. However, the couple both understood that their leadership role they wanted meant sacrificing for the other delinquents. They had an unspoken deal of staying out here until the others were safe and inside the dropship. Sleeping arrangements did not bother Jason if he had Clarke wrapped in his arms. Thinking about what she asked Bellamy, Jason mentally decided it was a fantastic idea. When Bellamy teaches you how to use a gun, I will take a lesson, too. We need all our abled bodies to have training with these weapons. Jason had never even touched a gun. On the Ark, only the Guard had access to these weapons. How difficult could learning to use a gun be? They would find out soon enough. ----------------------------------- Unfamiliar with other people catering for him, Bellamys eyebrows remained quirked and his expression remained confused when Clarke explained everything. Octavia getting a bed first was ideal. Never did he think his bed was in queue behind Octavias. The older male would have gladly slept in the floor beside her bed, but Clarke ensured that was not happening. Confirming that he would teach her and Jason how to use a gun, he watched the blonde leave. Maybe she was not such a horrible person after all. It was possible Bellamy jumped to conclusions without giving the girl any benefit of the doubt. His thoughts were yanked back into the present when Octavia started talking. When she finished speaking, Bellamy clasped Octavias hands together with his own, looking deep into her eyes. Listen to me, O. I love you. I know you hate Clarke, but you must listen to her. She knows what shes doing. Tell me what good it does if you damage your leg further than it already is. You are never useless. There will be jobs for you, Octavia. If you do not trust Clarke, then trust me. You know I will ensure you have something to do, something that helps us. For me, Octavia, please listen to her. I cant take anything else happening to you. I love you, so much. We can sleep in our old quarters. I dont mind. Besides, we never talk about Mom. We should make peace with her. She tried her best to give us a real life and I know it hurts, but we should keep her memory alive.