WARNING: Possible abuse triggers!

                “You owe me an explanation.” Bellamy said after a moment of silence under the large moon.

                “I’ll give you mine,” I said, then proposed more, “If you give me yours.”

                Bellamy smirked at my choice of words, clearly his mind still on the kiss we had just shared. It wasn’t off of my mind yet, either, but I didn’t want to be making all the moves. As I glanced into those dark eyes of his, I tried to see if he really just wanted my story, as I wanted his. It was impossible to tell, so I decided to break down and give it to him.

                “He came in for what I thought was a tattoo.” I began, “Since there weren’t very many people who had the skill or equipment for tattooing, I had lots of clients. But rarely did I have a guard come, and I was suspicious at first. Before I could even finish the sanitizing the needle, he grabbed me.”

                There was a moment of hesitation where all I could hear was Bellamy’s breathing mismatched with my own. Though I had only told the story a few times, and it had been two years ago, it still brought a queasy feeling to my stomach. The intense stare that was coming from Bellamy both made me feel protected, and yet nervous at the same time.

                “Well, he raped me.” I said outright, “And then he had the decency to come back the next day to get that tattoo, as if nothing had happened.”

                “Fuck…” Bellamy exclaimed.

                “Well, as you know, he got a tattoo, though probably not the one he wanted. I stabbed him with a pen, of all things, and he lost enough blood to lose consciousness. That’s when I inked ‘RAPIST’ on his forehead. Apparently stabbing him was the crime, as if he were the bloody victim.”

                I nearly spat the last few words, disgusted still that he was alive, that I hadn’t gotten to finish the job before more guards found me with the tattoo needle still in hand, blood and black ink dripping from the end of it. Blood pooled around the guard, as I had stabbed him in the neck, missing some vitals that I had intended to finish off when I was done with him.

                “They declared me insane, unfit to be in society because of what had allegedly been done to me.” I concluded.

                “And are you?”

                “What do you think?” I asked him.

                “You seem sane.” He said, and I took it as a compliment.

                I smiled, “Sane enough, but the fact that he had gotten away with what he had done because of the lack of proof, that’s what really aggravates me.”

                There was silence again, as if Bellamy were pondering my situation, wondering what it would have been like to watch the real criminal continue on through life with only a nasty scar to remind the world of what he was.

                “Your turn.” I said to Bellamy.

                His eyes darkened, and he turned his head to the side, “You should go back to camp; it isn’t safe out here.”

                I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, “That’s not fair, Bellamy.”

                “You of all people should know that life isn’t fair.”

                I shoved him, my hands placed firmly on his chest as I put my body weight into it. He stumbled back only a foot, and managed to hold himself up by placing his left foot back, giving him more balance and stability if I were to hit him again.

                “I can’t tell you what I’ve done.” He said, louder than I had expected. “What more do you want from me?”

                “Isn’t it obvious?” I blurted.

                “I’m not an idiot.” He said, “That kiss, before, that was just to get something out of me? Is that all people ever want from me?”

                I gaped at him, wide eyes and all. “I know better than to use sex to get what I want.”

                Bellamy lowered his eyes. When he raised them again, his eyes were locked onto mine and I felt my breath hitch. There was something so deep about the way he was looking at me, as if peering into my entire being, searching for something to connect with. His hand moved so slowly that I hardly even noticed the movement until he placed his hand on my hip, wrapping around my back and pulling my slender body towards him.

                His eyes fell upon my face, and his free hand tilted my chin up so that our eyes connected. Everything around fell away from my vision, as if we were the only two people left in the whole world. Raising up on my toes, I felt my lips brush against Bellamy’s, gently feeling the endorphins filling my entire body. Never before had I craved to touch him, to kiss him so badly before this moment. Breathing in gently, I closed my eyes as Bellamy closed in the small distance that was between us. A gasp emitted through my body as his hands slipped up and underneath my shirt, his hands on my back, pulling me towards him tightly. There was no longer any gap between us; no air could pass through.

                My heart hammered in my chest and my blood began to course through my veins quicker than ever, leaving my cheeks hot and flushed. Reaching my own hands up, I tangled one in Bellamy’s dark hair, the other pressed against his warm neck, pulling him down slightly so that we were almost level. In turn, the kiss deepened and I could feel it leading further as his hands reached my bra clasp. His smooth hands were not shy nor uneducated in the ways of women, and he had the clasp undone within a few brief seconds.

                “Bellamy,” I heard Murphy’s voice and lowered my toes, breaking the kiss and looking up desperately at Bellamy, craving more.

                “What?” Bellamy turned his head to where Murphy’s voice was coming from, removing his hands from my body.

                Murphy came into sight, “Shift change, looks like perfect timing.”

                Though Murphy had said it in a tone that suggested he was impressed or ever happy for Bellamy, I could see on his face, in the glow of the torch he held that he was in fact disappointed.

                I wiped my lip slightly, drying it and then ducked my head down. Without saying a word, I left the two in case they had anything to talk about, perhaps of Atom or a grounder sighting. With a heavy sigh, I ran my hand through my hair and glanced back over my shoulder once, only to see that Bellamy was not following.

                I could, however, still hear them as I found a large tree to lean against where they could not hear me.

                “What the hell, man?” Murphy said.

                “What?” Bellamy asked.

                “You won’t let anyone near your sister, and then you go after every other available chick?” Murphy argued, “Leave some for the rest of us.”

                “It’s fair game out here, Murphy.” Bellamy said, “I’m just getting what I can.”

Thanks for everyone who is supporting me, again, I really really appreciate it. I've sent out messages to some people as well as dedicated chapters to anyone who has added this to a reading list, voted, or commented. I think what I am going to do with this story is make it into separate books for each season that comes out. Let me know your opinion on that (I know it would be a long wait...).