"He nodded, the movement small and resigned. When she turned toward the table, he followed a half-step behind, careful now, as though the space beside her had become something he needed permission to enter.

Two people who had once moved in sync..."

"It’s undeniable, at this point, that he’s grown to rely on her. To trust her. To like having her near. He didn’t want to go back to seeing the world as he did when he wasn’t with her— the faintest hint of light through a cracked window felt like nothing compared...to the sky"

"She glances down at her drawing again, at the curls that fall over his eyebrows, the set to his lips, the tension in his jaw. What is he to you? echoes in her mind. He’s… not her friend, or her co-leader, certainly not her lover. It doesn’t seem right to fit Bellamy into..."

"It’s not smart to dwell too much on dreams, on the sky. There is a reality here on the ground that is much more important. It’s a new life that they didn’t ask for, but received anyway. It’s her job to make sure that as many of them survive as they can, to try to live..."

" They've been talking for a month and a half now, and having phone sex every few days for the last month. She's his soulmate, he knows she likes him and is probably on her way to being in love with him. Things are, by every possible metric, going well. "

"Clarke jumped. Why were so many wolves quiet when they appeared? They had more similarities to vampires than they liked to admit. He immediately wrapped an arm around her from behind and inhaled, frowning a little when the scent wasn't quite what he had expected."

"He steps forward and backs her up a few steps until her back is flat against their makeshift wall, a sound of surprise coming from her throat. His forehead his pressed to hers, his hands light on her hips, and he says, "God, Clarke, shut up," and then he kisses her."

"Bell?’ she regretted the way her voice sounded to their ears before he could even respond. Bellamy nodded, unsure if greeting her with a hug would have been the worst idea in the world. They had been way less awkward in the past, even when they just hated each other."

"That's when they kiss. It's possibly a little overdue, Bellamy thinks. Maybe they should have had this first kiss of their official relationship the very second she said the word love. Or maybe this is perfectly right as it is..."

"He’ll detangle and braid it for her. Her clothes are dirty and torn up, but he’ll wash and mend them for her. Her heart may be in pieces, but he’ll put it back together and make it glow again. It’s what he’s here for, after all."

“No,” she says. “I just love you. And I’m still amazed every day that you’re here with me.”

“Where else would I be?” His arm comes around her and he pulls Clarke more snuggly against his side, kissing her nose, her cheek, her temple.

“Space,” she says quietly..."

"He was giving her one last chance to pull away, his entire being a question. Her answer was a soft, shuddering inhale, a slight, almost imperceptible lean into his touch. It was all the permission he needed.

And then he kissed her."