Fics like I Don't Want To Be Your Friend (i wanna kiss your neck)

She finds Bellamy back on that floral couch. They’d moved it into the screened room for the winter, and then back out again once the days grew long and warm. It was becoming another tradition, apparently. And so was this; him smoking on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, voices low in the early morning while everyone else was asleep and the world felt like it belonged to them, just for the moment. “Someone had fun,” he teases, flicking at a spot on her neck. Clarke reaches up to feel the tender skin; Glass must have given her a hickey while they were getting carried away. She flushes, but he’s looking back at the sunrise. “I always have fun,” she reminds him, and he groans. “Yeah, I remember.” “This is my favorite part, though,” Clarke says, curling up a little more against him so he’ll put his arm around her for warmth. She’s still kind of drunk, so she’s not sure if she’s making sense, but she trusts that he’ll get it. Bellamy always seems to understand what she means. “Just--us. It’s my favorite.” Bellamy stubs out his cigarette and leans back against her. “Mine too.”

Fics like I Don't Want To Be Your Friend (i wanna kiss your neck)

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