Thread: RP: The 100: May We Meet Again: One-on-One with Horror_Show

Octavia continued to dance and sing in the most provocative ways. At least none of the boys were touching her. If they looked, that was testing Bellamy but she was the center of attention and a ball of energy. A line was crossed if she was touched, however. Everything seemed fine for now. Besides, Bellamy had other pressing matters like this girl on his back. It was incredible, the feeling of her body against his own somehow elicited reactions that stemmed deeper than a physical level. His heart was beating so fast, Bellamy thought he ran a marathon moments before. Nonetheless, they found a place to sit and enjoy the loud music and drinks. Bellamy thanked the other male for a new bottle of alcohol and they continued. Again, Clarke started to drink way too fast. She never learned but it was adorable. Okay. Take it easy Clarke. Youre going to pass out soon enough. Bellamy teased with a light, playful voice. The playful aura continued about him and he decided to do something else. His lips landed on her left cheek, then on her chin, then down to her collarbone before going back up to her other cheek, then across her nose, then her forehead, then down to her temple before finally kissing her lips. Bellamy enjoyed this, kissing all over her face. He hoped it tickled and made her giggle and laugh because her smile gave him a reason to keep going. He realized that he needed her in his life more than he even needed the oxygen he breathed. She was that important to him and he made a secret, sacred promise to himself and to Clarke, all in his head. He was going to protect her and keep her safe for as long as he was able. No matter what happened in the future, it was going to be alright. There was only one problem. If and when the Ark landed on the ground, it was likely Bellamy might be executed. After all, he did kill the Chancellor to get here. Even if Jaha was worthy of being killed, as many people thought, the Council members were strict about keeping the rules sacred. If the Ark made touchdown on the Earth, Bellamy would never be forgiven. That was the only looming fear he had so he drank to that fear, not wanting anything to cloud his time with Clarke. He hoped it did not end. Bellamy sensed how inexperienced Clarke was. He knew to take things slow with her but smothering her face in kisses showed to be a good thing considering her reaction. To their right, twenty yards away the same group of girls looked on in confusion but not even they could burst Bellamys bubble. As far as he was concerned, nothing was taking them apart, especially not tonight. You know what? I really love your hair Bellamy spoke, the alcohol starting to impact him now. When he got drunk, he became one of those touchy-feely people as ironic as that was. His fingers started from her scalp and stroked downwards until reaching the end of her locks. He found it amusing how some strands were straight while some curled towards the end. It was the little things. Soon, he was massaging her hair on both sides, pressing random kisses all along her neck from time to time. He loved playing with her hair now. It was so silky soft and the golden locks curled perfectly around his fingertips. It brought him comfort and soon he was losing track of time. By this point, the music was repeating songs but that was alright. Nobody cared and everyone partied on accepted those that passed out already.