Okay, before I get started, can I just state Wick was actually singing the Bottles of Beer song and I had no idea! I literally freaked out when I heard him sing it!

Anyway, sorry for the delay... I blame Netflix and being sick.

Bold= Swedish.

T H I R T Y   S I X | HIS OWN CONSTELLATION

He couldn't remember a time where he felt so cold. Even with the layers of clothing he wore, goosebumps rose on his arms as the bitter air nipped at his skin. But at least there was air, he reminded himself.

It was so dark, too. Kane was used to the the two of extremes of dimly lit rooms or bright, florescent spaces, never pitch black though. He walked slowly through the hall, unaware of any obstacles that may block his path. He squinted in the hopes it would help him see, but it was to no avail. He was still only stumbling around in the dark.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" He called out, eager for someone, anyone, to answer. The aggressive flashing of sparks from broken wires supplied the smallest fraction of light for Kane as he continued to follow the hall down. Just then, his foot kicked something and he bent down to inspect it; a flashlight. He turned it on and began to light up his path, also hoping to light up anyone that had managed to survive the cripple of the Ark's system.

A slight murmuring in the distance caught Kane's attention and he frowned, straining to make out what the murmuring was. "Hello?"

"Fifty-six bottles of beer on the wall..." It was slurred and distanced but Kane heard it as clear as day and his eyes widened. He knew that song. It was what Carter was constantly singing-- the song Mia's father taught her. Kane picked up his pace, as did his heard, as he followed the voice. The closer he got, the more coherent the song became and Kane's heart did a flip when he came to realize he wasn't imagining it. "... take one down, pass it around..."

As the councillor rounded a corner his eyes fell on to what could only be described as a half-deluded man his his head resting against his chest and his arm wedged between the automatic doors. It took him a while, but Kane soon realized he recognized the man.

"Fifty-five bottles of beer on the wall, fifty-five bottles of beer," Kane knelt down beside the man, who apparently had either decided to ignore his presence or was completely oblivious. "Take one down, pass it around-"

"-Hey, Hey can you hear me?" Kane placed an arm gently on the man's shoulder, snapping him out of whatever deluded state he had managed to conjure.

"What do you want?" The man rushed out, flinching away from Kane. He looked up and blinked several times before recognizing the Councillor who was before him and he quickly added, "Councillor, sir."

"It's Wick isn't it?" Kane uttered, finally putting a name to the face. "From engineering, you were in Carter's division and Sinclaire's apprentice."

"Yeah--yeah, he had me come down here to overwrite the containment codes, to keep the doors open," Wick gestured vaguely to the door his arm was currently jammed in. "Don't tell him I messed up."

"Hey," Kane objected, the smallest of smiles on his face. "You didn't mess up. We need to get your arm free." Kane stood up and began to put all of his weight and strength into budging the doors.

"Yeah, let's- let's do that... that's a good idea." Wick breathed, his body relaxed as he was finally being rescued after being stuck for what felt like a life time. "So, you're Carter's old man then, huh? I bet she's a pain in the ass to live with, she sure as hell is one at work. Always finding something to argue about..." The younger man tried to make a conversation to fill the silence.

"I know the feeling." Kane strained, pulling and pushing at the doors. "Did you see anyone else around here?"

"No. Heard there was a hull breach in engineering." Wick explained.

"It was a breach?"

"What the hell happened anyway?" Wick frowned, obvious confusion laced in his expression.

Kane paused, debating whether to tell him the truth. He never really bothered with it before, only thinking it would cause more hassle than it was worth, and look where that got him. Not only an untrusting Council member (not that it was hard to believe,) but also an untrustworthy father. He stood up, trying a new method to pull at the doors and decided against his usual Councillor instincts. "We were betrayed. Councillor Sydney, she took the Exodus ship by force, the damage to the Ark was catastrophic."

"What a bitch. My mom voted for her."  Wick quipped with disbelief and Kane held back the scoff that threatened to spill.

Kane put every ounce of strength he harboured into trying to budge the door but he eventually gave up and came to the conclusion he needed more leverage to pry the doors open. He suddenly remembered seeing an axe on his way down to Wick. "I'm not gonna be able to open these doors without some help." Kane had a plan and for that to come into order, he needed Wick's help.

***

"Out of all the stupid ideas you have ever had, this by far has to be the worst."

"Stop whining."

"Or what?"

"Don't test my patience, Raven. You might have only just got better, but I won't hesitate to kick your ass. Now go do as you're told." Carter reprimanded, shrugging on her jacket as she shooed her friend out of the weapons' tent. "Round up literally every single person and take no excuses!" She called after the dark haired girl.

"Whatever, this idea is still stupid." Raven mumbled under her breath, trudging her way to the closest tent, trying to find the closest members of the Hundred as she could. Carter would have rounded them up herself, but Raven hadn't left the weapons' tent since her abrupt break-up with Finn. For the past day she had been busying herself with whatever weapons she could. Carter knew it was her way of coping with things, but there was more to life than preparing for the inevitable war that was bound to happen within the next few days. But on that particular day, Carter had enough. Her fingers were sore from the split-loads she had been doing and everyone had been working their asses off in preparation for war and the blonde was certain that they all deserved a break-- even a heart-broken, slightly grumpy Raven.

And Carter had just the idea.

Since Finn gave her the camera, Carter hadn't had even a second to think about anything other than weapons, bullets, imminent death, Bellamy, Grounders and more weapons, let alone find the time to capture a few pictures of the Hundred. She wanted memories that were worth saving, not just scowls, guns and anxiety. What she had planned was brilliant, even for her.

"This idea is stupid, how are you proposing we fit just under one hundred people into a picture and still be able to see all of their faces?" Was Finn's greeting as he burst through the tent opening. He had taken his break-up bad at first, but now he felt a lot better. If only the same could be said for his now ex-girlfriend...

"Hello to you, too." Carter scoffed, rising from her chair and stretching her tired muscles. Sleeping had become more a luxury thing than mandatory. Everyone was too on edge about the Grounders to sleep. "And in the small time I've had to myself, I've managed to modify the lens slightly, making it easier to take longer landscape pictures so stick that in your pipe and smoke it."

Finn scowled playfully before continuing. "Fine, but how the hell are you going to convince every single person in camp to accept to this picture thing."

"They will, believe me. I think they'd do anything for a break from their jobs," Carter shrugged. "Speaking of which, I only ever see you wandering around camp like a lost puppy... do you even have a job?"

"Uh, hunting?" Finn raised an eyebrow. "Who do you think helped catch most of that in the meat house? Expert tracker, where else would I be?"

"Jeez, I was only asking smartass." Carter rolled her eyes.

"Don't ask stupid questions, dumbass." Finn retorted with a snicker. "If you really want to take this picture, you better do it now while it's pretty quiet. Carter narrowed her eyes at his comment, but opted to stay quiet and picked up the Polariod camera, ready to take the picture of a lifetime.

"Hey Carter!" Monty greeted with an ear-splitting grin on his face as he jogged up to the two friends. "I just heard about your idea, I think it's-"

"-If you say stupid, I'll wear your intestine's as a necklace."

"- Awesome, I was gonna say awesome." Monty cringed at the mental image of Carter's threat. "I guess it's just something we can all look at after the, uh, war... you know, remember the one's we lose."

"If we lose any," Carter corrected with a pointed look. "Seriously, the optimism in this camp is freaking unbelievable. I'm on earth with a bunch of pesimists."

"No, not pessimists," Finn shook his head. "Realists. We can't all live up in the clouds with you, Bambi. If we did, we'd probably all be dead."

"You are one offensive son of bitch, have I ever told you that?" Carter raised an eyebrow and Finn chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You love me really."

"Unfortunately."

"Carter!" A new voice hollered for the blonde's attention and she turned her head away from her best friend and towards the direction of the voice, which was starting to become a little too familiar. Bellamy. She stared at him, waiting for him to continue, not realizing that 'Carter' was code for 'come here'. "I need to talk to you!" He called across the camp after coming to the conclusion that she wasn't going to walk over there by default.

With a discontented huff, she briefly waved a bye to Monty and Finn before making her way up to their leader, who looked unusually disgruntled. "You called?"

"Why is everyone talking about a group photo?" Bellamy demanded, cutting straight to it. His eyes switched between Carter and the camera she held loosely in her hands.

"Because they want me to make a sandwich with this camera." Carter snorted, rolling her eyes. She shook the camera in her hands, allowing for it to gain Bellamy's full attention. "We figured it would be nice to be able to take a picture of us all together, you know, capture what we've gone through together all in one photo."

"That's cute." Bellamy quipped, his tone laced with sarcasm and his expression portrayed one of only boredom. "We don't have the time for this, the Grounder's could attack at any moment and when they do, we need to be ready."

"It's been a day, Bell." Carter sighed, her shoulders deflating at his words. "I'm bored of staring at those damn guns, and I'm pretty sure everyone else is. Come on, it's not even gonna take that long to do. What's five minutes to the memory that will last a life time? Think about it, in years to come when we dominate the earth again, everyone will be able to look back at the picture and think, 'Wow, those were the first people on Earth. Look at how glamorous that blonde haired girl looks, Carter rules that picture.' How cool would that be?"

Of course she would stick in a compliment to herself in there, Bellamy rolled his eyes. "There's gonna be none of us to populate the earth if we're not prepared for this war."

"Five minutes, Bellamy, that's all I'm asking for and then you can go back to your usual moody self and boss everyone around. Please?" She pleaded, pulling her best smile. The smile that always managed to let her have what she wanted.

"No."

"Oh come on, I said please."

"And I said no." Bellamy returned, causing her to scowl harder at him. "I'm not risking it."

"I'll do double time if you let me do this. You can guarantee yourself double the split loads by dawn and I will work until my fingers are all blistered. Just give me this."

His expression turned thoughtful and he stayed quiet, prolonging the agony for the blonde as she was made to wait for the answer. Eventually he sighed and he feigned annoyance. "Fine, whatever. But there better be more split loads by dawn."

"There will be." Carter smiled, attempting to contain her excitement. She quickly ran up to the closest crate she could find and shakily stood on top of it, her hands went to both sides of her mouth, like she was using them to enhance the loudness of her voice. "Okay people! Mission take-a-photo is a go! I need everyone to be stood between Monty and Finn, so you'll fit in the frame!" She gestured down to the two boys, both on different ends of the clear space where Carter planned to take the picture. "Stand next to whoever, pull whatever face you want-- as long as it's not depressing or I'll kick your ass! Okay, let's do this!" She jumped down from the crate just as everyone began to rush around, trying to find somewhere to stand. Carter watched with a fond smile, relishing in the positive energy from all of the campers. They hadn't acted with such excitement since the day they landed and they were all running around without a care in the world. Of course, now there was a care; one that involved fighting for what they believed in and they all knew there would be bloodshed. But just that moment and that moment alone, they pushed all of their worries aside to just enjoy life on earth before they had to go back to the preparation for a war none of them wanted part in.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this." Bellamy sighed from just behind Carter. She turned her head a fraction to look up at him and smiled.

"Does someone not like their photo being taken?" She taunted with a snicker.

"Shut up," Bellamy narrowed his eyes. He looked around as everyone was shuffling into position. "Is this how we're gonna be remembered? Everyone looks like they've gone ten rounds with a brick wall."

"Well, no. We've gone ten rounds with Grounders, there's a difference... Besides, we'd probably have more of a chance winning against a brick wall. And think about it, if we all look like shit, it gives the picture more effect, so in the future people will know what we went through wasn't all rainbows and goddamn butterflies."

"Are you getting in the picture or not?" Finn quirked an eyebrow at the two of them. Carter nodded and went to stand in between her two best friends. She wanted them both to look happy, despite the obvious unhappiness and her only way to do that was to stand between the ex-lovers.

"Hey Sparky, does this thing have a timer?" Monty hollered up to to her as he fumbled with the contraption. Within the time she was speaking to Bellamy, Monty had managed to conjure up a stand to hold the camera in the right position. Carter was just to be unamazed by his carpentry skills.

"I can take the picture if you want?" A small, hoarse voice sounded from the sidelines and Carter turned her attention to Murphy who looked as awkward as ever. He hadn't spoke to anyone unless they spoke to him and he often spent his time with Kara, who seemed to the only person he felt at ease with. Not that Carter was complaining.

"No." Came a quick response from the gathering of people ready for the photo to be taken. Kara. She continued to talk, oblivious to the frowns and eyebrow raises she was getting. "He's part of the Hundred, he should be in the photo too."

There was an awkward pause as no one found an argument to protest to Murphy coming in the picture and Clarke was the first to respond. "She's right. Murphy's one of us," She looked down at the boy in question with a wry smile. "Find a spot before Monty takes the picture then."

"Oh! And the timer is the spinney dial near the top." Carter called down, remembering to answer Monty's question. He sent her a thumbs up when he found it and declared they have ten seconds before the flash goes off before he sprinted to stand next to his best friend. Carter took one final look around the group and took a moment to remember the ones that couldn't be there.

Conner, Derek, Lisa, Wells, Atom, Roma, Dax, Charlotte and more.

She met dark eyes that she was growing familiar to and he smiled sadly at her, seemingly having the same thoughts as she did. She smiled back just as the flash went off. Not even a second later, everyone had scurried up to the camera in an uproar to see what they looked like. A few stayed back, not bothered, but that was a very small minority. Carter chuckled with amusement at the thick crowd that surrounded her camera and watched as Raven returned from seeing the photo, a small smile on her lips.

"Okay," She breathed out. "That wasn't as stupid as I thought it would be."

"Told you. Don't doubt my ideas, they're awesome." Carter smirked, folding her arms across her chest.

"I'm gonna head back to the tent, those guns ain't gonna fix themselves." Raven announced, patting Carter on the shoulder before heading back to the weapons' tent, also known as Raven, Carter, Monty and Japer's living quarters. Carter shuddered and tried to think of a good excuse to not go back to the tent just yet-- she was almost as sick of the inside of that as she was the Drop ship-- and then realized there was one place she could go and not get bothered for a while. She knew she told Bellamy he'd have double the split loads by dawn, but what's an hour or so out of work?

While the Hundred were busy, she decided it was her chance to slip away unnoticed. At least then, no one can protest to what she's doing. "Sparky!" Dammit. She turned around to see Monty making his way to her, a picture and her camera in hand. "Here, you forgot this. It accidentally printed out an extra picture so we decided you should have it."

With a delicate frown, Carter wordlessly took the picture and studied it. No one was pulling a sad face, not even Murphy, everyone had either smiles, their tongues sticking out or just an outright weird face. None of them looked well groomed either, but it proved just what they had all gone through. As Carter scanned all the faces, she came across her two best friend's, both smiling with her in the middle. Although she wasn't smiling at the camera, she was smiling at Bellamy.

"Do you have a thing for our rebel leader or something?" Monty cocked an eyebrow. "You two are together quite a lot."

"We're preparing for a war and you're asking me who I like? Really?" Monty nodded his head in return and Carter narrowed her eyes. "No, I don't. Happy?"

"Not really." Monty sighed, his shoulders deflating. "I was kind of shipping you two."

Carter felt her face heat up and her eyes widen. "Right..." She drawled out, taking tentative steps back. "Well, I'm gonna go now." And without another word, she sharply turned on her heel and began to speed walk towards the gate opening and away from her embarrassment. Shaking her head of Monty's previous words, she noticed Steven working beside the gate and smirked, he wouldn't be a challenge to get passed. "Hey." She called up to the sixteen-year-old. Due to all the commotion of picture taking, he seemed to be the only one working, so Carter had to be quick before the other's returned. There would be no way they'd let her out then.

"Hey, Carter." Steven smiled, looking down from the platform he was stood up. "I saw you got sick, how are you feeling?"

"Peachy. Yourself?" Carter quirked a brow. She didn't recall seeing the boy in the Drop ship, but then she wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind to be paying attention.

"I stayed in my tent like you told me to, but then someone collapsed on it and I left. But I didn't get infected. Octavia says I was immune like her."

Carter briefly thought of her brunette friend and realized she hadn't spent much time with her. Octavia came into Clarke and Carter's tent to check on the both of them, and the three of them made idle chit chat, but Carter was yet to really talk to her and find out how she's been.

"I'm glad to hear you were fine." Carter offered Steven a small smile. "Hey, uh, I need you to do me a favor, can you let me out the gate please?"

"But you haven't got a gun."

Carter lifted back her jacket so he could see the knife handle protruding from her waistline. "I'm not weaponless though," She contended with a shrug. "Please let me out, I just want a breather from camp."

"I can't, Carter, Bellamy's orders." Steven sighed, obviously torn by what she was asking.

"I need a bath. And if you want, I'll have one in the heart of camp so everyone can see, it's not like I car-"

"- Okay, okay, you win." Steven interjected, waving his hands around to indicate that she can stop talking. There was little pink tint on his cheeks and Carter smirked triumphantly. "Just don't be long okay? Bellamy would have my head."

"Promise." Carter's index finger made a cross over her heart. "Thanks, Steve. Can I call you Steve? I'm gonna call you Steve." She didn't wait for him to respond as she disappeared through a small slot in the gate without so much as glance back.

It was almost becoming a force of habit for her feet to follow the winded path that lead to the waterfall. Even though it didn't hold the same magic as before, now that she had told it's location to most of the Hundred, it was still her 'go-to' area and considering she wasn't ready to hold up in a dingy tent with three other people and make weapons' ammunition, the waterfall seemed like a winning option to her. The second she arrived., she relished in it's beauty, not knowing how much longer she's going to be able to just come here, free of will.

She placed the camera down beside her and laid back on the soft moss, holding the picture up to examine it further. There was so much happiness in one shot, it lifted her own mood. No one would have thought that they were on the edge of a battle field.

"Did anyone tell you that sneaking off is stupid thing to do?" She sighed loudly, upon hearing his voice and sat up.

"Did anyone tell you it's rude to follow people." She countered, half-heartedly narrowing her eyes at Bellamy, who merely smirked in return. "Steven gave me up, didn't he?"

"It doesn't take much to break that kid." Bellamy grinned ominously and walked further into the clearing.

"Traitor." Carter muttered under her breath, silently cursing at Steven's name.

"What's with you and this place still? It's not your little secret anymore, so why do you still come here?" Bellamy asked, sitting off to the side of Carter and placing his gun beside him. Wordlessly, Carter gestured her head towards the small wooden cross beside the waterfall and Bellamy started to put the pieces together. She went there in memory of Charlotte.

"The real cross got destroyed in the storm, and I still had some wood from my crutches so I made her another one and put it here. She loved this place and I guess, if she wanted her memory to be anywhere, it would be here." Carter explained, smiling softly. "I don't come here to be sad, I just feel like I'm visiting her, I guess. Making sure she's not forgotten."

"She can never be forgotten, Carter. You don't have to come here to prove that-"

"- I swear if you say she's always in my heart I'm gonna throw up-"

"- What do I look like?" Bellamy crinkled his nose in mild disgust. He wasn't one to have heart-to-heart's and he certainly wasn't one to throw out a line as cheesy as that. "No, I was gonna say, what happened to Charlotte can't be easily forgotten. I don't think I'd ever be able to forget it, even if I wanted to."

"I'm not here to remember what happened to her, Bell, I'm here to remember what she was like before that. You know, that small timid girl that rarely spoke and when she did she had a kickass attitude? That's what I come to remember." Carter sighed with content. "Anyway, that subject's killing my mood. I wanna be able to enjoy the day while I can, I don't think we're gonna have many chances too."

"But didn't you say you're gonna make double the split loads by dawn?" Bellamy quirked an eyebrow, receiving a flat look from Carter.

"I'm aware of what I said, and you will have double the ammunition. But, I'm taking a break, that tent was beginning to get over-crowded." She grimaced. As much as she loved her friends, personal space was a big thing to Carter. Especially when it came to working. As she grew bored of that topic, she decided to flick the photo Monty gave her over to Bellamy, a proud smile drew across her lips. "Take a look at your people. Not bad, huh?" Bellamy picked up the picture from beside his foot and studied it for a moment before his expression turned into one of amusement.

"I'm not even looking the right way."

"Neither am I." Carter chuckled. "It's a good picture though, right? It proves that it wasn't always just doom and gloom down here. Well, that was pretty much 80% of the time, but the other 20% were good times. Like, Unity Day-- I mean, yeah, we had to deal with Grounders-- but that was one hell of a party, in fact I'm pretty sure the song my Gramps taught me is catching on..." She shook her head, realizing she was going off topic. "Anyway, the picture is freaking awesome, even if we aren't looking the right way."

Bellamy smiled in response, her optimism was enough to lift anyone's mood. Even when they're on the edge of the biggest war since the one that made them flee to space, Carter was always trying to smile and make light of a bad situation. Sure, she had been knocked down several times; the death of Charlotte and the supposed death of her father, but she kept getting back up. Even when no one expected her to, or the odds were completely stacked against her, she wouldn't stay down. Bellamy couldn't help but admire her strength for that. He was sure he couldn't do the same thing. Bellamy was suddenly yanked from his thoughts by a sudden flash and he blinked rapidly, trying to see through the black spots, momentarily startled.

The camera.

Carter snickered lightly to herself, lowering the camera from her eye and eagerly waited as the camera spat out the picture. While Bellamy was still trying to recover from his sudden weakness, Carter frantically flapped at the photo, waiting for the color to emerge out of the darkness. She had managed to catch him with that intense look in his eyes and a smile; there was no way she couldn't take advantage of the moment.

"Yes!" Carter fist pumped at the air triumphantly, jumping to her feet. "It worked!"

"That wasn't funny, Carter," Bellamy narrowed his eyes, though Carter could see it was a facade as the amusement glinted just behind the scowl. "Give that photo here."

"Hell no," Carter jumped back, making sure she was out of his reach. "A picture of Bellamy Blake smiling? I know girls that would cut off a limb for this!"

"Give it here." He repeated more forcefully though only succeeded in making Carter laugh.

"Not in this life time, buddy." Carter shook her head, clutching onto the photo with a death grip. "Tell me, has anyone even seen you smile in a photo before? I wonder what I could get if I traded this with one of your many heart-broken conquests..."

"Quit playing around and give me the damn photo." Bellamy ordered half-heartedly, trying his best to keep his cool.

Carter smirked cynically. "Make me." Bellamy rose his eyebrows to the challenge and before Carter even had a chance to run away, Bellamy was in front of her, trying to pry the grip from her hands. She quickly snapped out of her shock and tried to scramble away but one of his hands grabbed her arm before she could make a get away.

"Give it to me Carter!" Bellamy strained, too busy focusing on grabbing the picture.

"Bite me!" Carter held the photo further out of his reach and used her body to stop him from leaning over. She began to burst into a fit of poorly contained laughter and stretched her arm out further as he stretched his free hand over her shoulder. Due to her laughter, her stance wavered, allowing Bellamy to grab hold of her other wrist in hopes he could pull her arm closer and then grab the picture. He had to admit, she was pretty adamant he wasn't getting it. "No! You're not having it!" Carter exclaimed, her laughter dying down once she realized the predicament she was in.

It was like back at the bunker all over again. She was pretty much pressed against Bellamy, as he was to her-- save for both of the outstretched arms that were grabbing for the picture-- and Carter was pretty sure the proximity between them now was even worse than when he was correcting her posture back at the depot. She looked up a fraction to his face and by the look of shock that blanketed his expression, she guessed he noticed too. And then she noticed the intensity was back in his dark eyes, and her own widened. Neither of them said anything, or even moved. It wasn't like she was in a trance, like she used to read in her mothers romance books, it was more like she didn't want to look away. Up as close as she was, she could properly see his freckles and she fought the urge to smile. He had his own constellation. There was no denying that Bellamy was hot-- he knew it too-- but there was something more to him then just looks. Carter went from wanting to turn his lungs into party balloons, to... whatever the hell she was like with him. There was no way that could be put down to just good-looks.

Much to her surprise, she was the first to lean closer. She knew what she was doing, and he did too. He remained still though, unresponsive. Her lips didn't crash on his, they didn't collide, she simply brushed her own against his. It was so simple, yet there was so much meaning behind it. When it came to fighting her corner, words came easy to Carter, but when it came to feelings? Not so much. She liked him more than she was willing to admit, and it wasn't like she was embarrassed at the thought of telling him, she just had no idea how; she never had to worry about that stuff before. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. Instead of telling him how she felt, she wanted to show him. Although her bravado wouldn't let her go all the way. Just as she was about to lean back, Bellamy seemed to gain control of his body once more and the hand that gripped her arm moved from there to the back of her neck, stopping her from moving away from him. She barely had to time to register the movement before he was quick to meet her lips again. It was with more force than her own, yet it was still gentle. His lips were by no means soft, but she didn't expect them to be. Hell, she didn't expect him to kiss her back. A familiar warmth began to spread itself across her face and then through her body and her eyes closed. Her own free hand wrapped itself tightly around his neck, pulling closer if that was possible but her other hand still stayed at bay (she was determined he wasn't getting that photo). There was so much raw passion in that one gesture, Carter's breath literally hitched in her throat and her heart decided to resemble a jackhammer. Bellamy pulled away before it got too deep with baited breath and Carter did the same, not even realizing that she needed to breath at some point. Her eyes opened slowly, still dumbfounded by what happened and she met Bellamy's usual smirk. Though it wasn't as big as usual and there was an unusual glint in his eyes.

"Took you long enough."

The statement was enough to break Carter from her dumbfounded state and she frowned, blinking several times as she tried to get over the fact that he kissed her. Did that mean he felt the same way? "Nothing was stopping you, you know." Her voice came out a lot more high pitched than it was supposed to and her eyes widened even more. His words began to sink in and her shock faded away as she narrowed her eyes playfully. They hadn't moved from their positions and Carter was trying to make sure that fact didn't get the best of her. "Wait-- took me long enough? What happened to the I-can-get-any-girl-I-want-Bellamy? And don't think that because of wh-what just happened I'm letting you have the picture back."

"I didn't kiss you for the picture." He stated bluntly, and Carter cocked her head to the side in confusion, but he offered her no explanation-- although she was almost certain he was blushing. "But I do want that photo. No one needs to see it."

"Relax," Carter rolled her eyes, trying her best to mask her shock from his kiss still. "I was gonna keep the picture anyway."

I'M REALLY BAD A KISS SCENE'S OKAY?! SO CUT ME SOME SLACK. I'll probably go back and redit this when I'm not bed-ridden from being sick and it's not 3am. I just wanted to publish this because I've been gone a week and it's about time I uploaded this! I genuinely hope it's okay and I timed everything right because it was a bitch to write. Also all of my own back, so the dialect maybe a little rough in places, I apologise now.

Thank you for reading as per usual!