“With their new found relationship, *yn* and Bellamy are forced to refocus on getting their friends out of Mount Weather which includes going behind Abby Griffin’s back. When they are reunited with Lincoln, things are definitely not what they expected.”
Warnings: Fluff, hinted smut, violence, death, swearing
Notes: Based on 2x06 ‘Fog of War’ of The 100.
For the first time since *yn* could remember, she woke up on her own accord. She wasn’t disturbed by shouts from outside the tent, or someone rousing her because of an emergency, by searing pain, or more commonly - by her own demons.
This time as she stirred all she heard was the faint voices of the Ark citizens starting their days within the camp outside. *yn* raised a hand and groggily rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she twisted around in the bed sheets.
A small smile found its way onto her lips as her gaze settled on Bellamy’s sleeping figure. She remained motionless for a while as she admired his features and just how peaceful he looked which was a contrast to the usual frown and clenched jaw that was painted on his face.
She scooter across the bed and leant forward to place her lips to his left cheek before proceeding to his right cheek, then his forehead and then the tip of nose. She grinned and moved back as his face twitched and his eyelids began to flutter open. Once he was coherent *yn* moved forward and pressed her lips against his softly.
“Hi.” He smirked as she rested her forehead against his, his voice thick and husky from sleep.
“Hi.” She whispered back against his lips, smiling softly.