❝ 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘆,
𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝘀,
𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝘃𝗲
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿,
𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 ❞
- 𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝘀

{ 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 }

𝗔𝘃𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

After Clarke and Octavia both return from their separate missions, the latter gives us an hour to pack a bag and say our goodbyes before we have to meet with her to go to Arkadia.

Although Clarke tries to object, practically begging for a reason to stay in Polis, I head back to my room and gather up my things.

A knock on my door interrupts me from my task and I turn to see Roan leaning against the doorframe, his arms crosses over his chest as he studies me.

"You're leaving" He realises and I nod in confirmation.

"My people need me. I can't keep hiding here" I explain to him.

"Hiding? Here I thought we had been having fun" Roan jokes, pushing off the frame to fully enter the room and closing the door behind him.

I give him a playful smile in return, not really knowing what to say to him in this moment.

During my stay in Polis, I've found myself spending a lot of time with the Azgedan King and he often seeks me out when Clarke is busy with Lexa, using the excuse that he's keeping me company.

Roan and I have shared a kiss or two, nothing more, but I can feel him wedging himself into my soul and there is nothing I can do to stop him.

Even as guilt eats at me for feeling this way about a man who isn't Bellamy, I keep having to remind myself that he left me and I'm allowed to let myself feel new things.

"If you must leave, there is something i'd like to do first" Roan declares, slowly approaching me like a predator afraid to spook their prey.

"What is that?" I question, looking up at the much taller man with a coy smile.

The King tips my chin up using his knuckles and dips his head down to press our lips together in a gentle kiss. I feel him tug at the elastic holding my hair up and my blonde curls tumble from where they were gathered atop my head.

"You are truly flawless, little firefly" Roan murmurs in his native tongue and heat gathers in my lower stomach.

"That's not entirely true" I counter with a giggle when he nips at my neck.

A gasp slips past my lips in surprise when Roan swiftly lifts me off my feet and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me towards the bed, carefully laying me down on my back.

"I struggle to find any flaws" He tells me, stroking my cheek with his knuckles "You're like an angel"

I can't help but laugh at his words, not quite sure how the man thinks of me as an angel when I'm the cause of so much death and destruction.

My laugh dies in my throat when his fingers trail down my neck and cleavage, toying with the ribbon of my corset which is tied into a bow on my chest.

"May I?" He asks like a proper gentleman.

"Please" I reply breathily and he grins in amusement.

Roan unties the ribbon with ease that I envy and he's quick to free my body from the material, the long sleeved top I'm wearing underneath goes next with my bra and I'm left bare to him.

"Perfect" He groans, dropping his head down to litter my chest with warm kisses that have me panting with need.

"Roan, I don't have much time" I warn him, tugging at his shirt and he quickly rids himself of it, allowing my gaze to roam the delicious wall of muscle the hides beneath his clothes.

I shimmy the rest of my clothes off and he does the same, following me onto the bed when I crawl my way up to lay my head on the fluffy pillows. His huge body covers my much smaller one and he presses another kiss to my lips, one of his hands placed next to my head to hold himself up while the other one slips between my spread thighs.

My moans are swallowed by his greedy mouth when he dips his fingers into my wet heat and swirls them around my clit, teasing my opening with his rough hands. Once he's happy with how ready I am, he positions his tip at my entrance and pushes himself inside of me.

He thrusts into me at a steady pace that draws moans and gasps from my lips like a symphony of chants, begging him to push me over the edge.

My eyes fall closed and I can't help my brain from wandering off into the deepest depths of my memories, my mind silently judging the different reactions my body has now compared to when I was last with Bellamy.

I hate myself for even thinking about him in a moment like this when my mind and body should both be with Roan, a man who didn't have to hesitate to choose me.

Frustration floods my system and I shove Roan onto his back, his body moving to my will since he's not expecting it. I climb on top of him and he looks up at me in awe, grabbing onto my hips as I lower myself down onto his shaft.

"You look even better on top of me" Roan grunts as I ride him, placing my hands on his chest to steady myself.

"I think I like the sight of you below me" I reply teasingly and he smirks widely in response.

That familiar coil twists tight in my lower stomach and my thighs begin to burn as I bounce faster, chasing my own high. Roan thrusts up into me, meeting my urgency and I feel the tidal wave hit me, my legs trembling as I struggle to hold myself up. He finds his own finish line, pulling out of me and marking my thigh with his cum.

Roan lazily grabs a spare blanket and wipes my body clean before tugging me down to lay on his chest, my chin settling on my forearm as I use my free hand to gently trace his jawline. The man trails his fingers up and down my spine, almost putting me to sleep with the action.

"How does it feel to be a King?" I ask quietly, forcing myself to stay awake in his arms.

"It feels liberating, like this is where I was always meant to be" He answers easily, like he thought about it before and I smile softly, happy to hear he's happy.

"It's an upgrade from the Prince you were when we first met" I playfully joke and he chuckles, nodding in agreement.

"Not quite the upgrade you received from sky girl to Wanlida" He counters in the same playful tone and I although my smile stays on my lips, I'm unsure it reaches my eyes.

"People have a tendency to die around me" I comment focusing my eyes on the shapes I draw on Roan's arm with my pointer finger "Does that scare you?"

"I don't fear death, Ava. I fear not living while we have the chance to" He admits to me, his tone so sincere that I'm forced to believe his words "Look at me"

I flatten my palm on his bicep and move my gaze to meet his own, feeling drawn to the depths of his ocean blue eyes.

"You are not the monster you think yourself to be" Roan states, curling my hair around his finger.

"Then what am I?" I question him as though he holds all the answers.

"Human" He replies and the simplicity of his answer strikes me in the gut "You are only human, firefly"