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

Bellamy had thrown her legs over his lap as he was propped back against the large rock, holding her to his chest. She wasnt quite prepared for his answer and as he spoke, she sat up just a little with her arm around his neck, to keep her planted on him without sliding off. He would see by her eyes she was overpowered by his speech. She just gawked at him, like a puppy would, fascinated by its owner, but in this case the owner had unconditional love. Considering youre still here and you havent slapped me for kissing you, Ill take that as a sign youre having a fun time. Clarke saw his grin, it was plain out right sexy, enough to make her stomach feel funny unless that was the alcohol, she laughed out. She watched him lean back finishing a bottle and getting another, they were down to one left. She could get the bottle out of his hands and once again, got a pretty good amount. Making almost making it two bottles in a half she had drank. She wasnt the most talkative but there was still this strong connection, like Bellamy didnt need words to understand, he could learn from observing her like he already had so much. How she was very emotional like his sister, her emotions got the best of her. She was fragile but he could also see she was strong, so strong. She also had an attitude which he liked. She was perfect.he also could tell she had never been sexual with another man, it least he had picked up a few things to come to that conclusion. That alone was like a given gift. Not that he was a virgin but the fact she was, it meant she was completely his, a fresh start to be with somebody. He wanted to be the only person she was ever with. He might kill anybody who touched her beside himself, that or his sister which made him briefly wonder what was happening. He actually wanted to check on her, he trusted the two guys but only to an extent. HeyIm gonna go check on Octaviashes a little stir crazy.hold on. He said, his lips pressed against her head hard, as he gently lifted her to sit beside him, she refused to let go, so he was crouched over holding her as she hung onto him like a money, he looked down. Her eyes told him everything, he grinned and lifted her in one swift motion making her ride on top of his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head resting on his, he was holding her legs, she was light as a feather. She was laughing uncontrollably which was a little refreshing even though he knew she was feeling the alcohol. He started down the short path back to the camp ground, the music getting louder. Clarke hung close, resting her head on his shoulder, her face resting against his. It felt right, he had the biggest grin. Some of the other prisoners, even the males looked a little surprised, others cheered and made cat calls whistling at them both. His eyes searched for his sister, knowing god knows what she was doing. Someone randomly came by with more alcohol, a different kind of bottle and gave both Bellamy and Clarke one, she had one hand around his neck. Clarke seemed a little oblivious to his concern but it was better that way, she was more amazed with the party, now being drunk, her eyes lit up, smiling, laughing.