Warning, this chapter contains sexual content.

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The walk home took two days. No one dared to speak, and Dakota thought it was because no one knew what to say. She knew she didn't. She couldn't even look at Finn, she wanted to think that this was all a dream. Dakota couldn't comprehend, that Finn- the peacemaker of the Hundred could murder innocent people. He was always the one who made sure everyone understood, and that they all should avoid bloodshed. She understood desperation, and she most certainly understood revenge, but even she understood the value of a plan before the action.

The guards at Camp Jaha watched the electric fence closely when they had returned. Abby put direct orders, just in case that the Grounders decided to retaliate on the civilians for what Finn did to the Grounder Village. Finn and Murphy were detained inside the station, being reviewed after what they had done.

"Okay, tell me again." Bellamy asked.

Clarke, Bellamy, and Dakota sat down at a table with much-needed drinks in their hands, looking down at the map of Mount Weather, Clarke and Dakota had worked on.

"It's a labyrinth. We got to the dam through this tunnel. It's all connected to the mine system, that's our way in." Clarke explained again.

"Sure, if we can get past the Reapers and the Mountain Men. I swear to god, if your mom doesn't sanction a mission soon, I'm going by myself."

"You wont be by yourself." Dakota pointed out and Clarke's eyes drifted behind Bellamy and Dakota.

"Guess the inquisitions over." Bellamy commented as he glanced back at Finn who just exited the drop ship. Bellamy turned back around. "How's Finn doing anyways?"

"I haven't talked to him since we got back." Clarke looked down. "I don't know what to say. He just kept shooting." She avoided Bellamy and Dakota's eyes, and Dakota knew she was reliving in that moment.

"We're at war, Clarke. We've all done things."

Dakota had shook her head at Bellamy's words. "This is an entirely different story, Bellamy. They were Innocent people, children." She knew her words didn't put Clarke on ease, if anything, it made it worse. But they were the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts.

Finn appeared beside them, bringing in an air of tension. "Hey."

"Hey." Bellamy commented back when he noticed that Clarke and Dakota had looked away.

Finn was staring at Clarke and Dakota noticed as she glanced over at him. Dakota mentally sighed and stood up from her chair. She stood up and glanced down at Bellamy before speaking. "Come on, Bellamy. Let's go get another round of drinks." She grabbed Clarke's empty cup with a smile and walked away.

"Why do you think it's okay what he did?" She asked Bellamy, trying to keep her voice down.

He sighed, "Because it's true, we have all done things."

"Bellamy, he took innocent lives-'

"You don't think i know that, Dakota?" He interrupted her with a sharp tone, taking her back slightly. "We are at war and we can't afford any conflict among us."

"I can't look past this, Bellamy. The Grounders will come. They like to take blood for blood, they will want revenge for that, whether it's against Finn, or all of us."

Bellamy rolled his eyes at me. "You talk to much."

"Truth hurts, doesn't it Bellamy?" I Dakota smirked up at him while taking a sip of her drink.

Bellamy smiled while shaking his head. His lips came crashing down onto hers as she pulled the cup away from her lips. She smiled slightly into the kiss and deepened it. She felt his free hand pull her closer towards him.

"If you think this is distracting me from our argument. You are very wrong, Blake." Dakota murmured into the kiss.

"I can try, right?" Bellamy chuckled.

She rolled her eyes at him and lightly pushed him away from her. She turned around and filled her cup up with more alcohol before she grabbed Bellamy's hand and lead him into the Ark's large entrance ramp. Bellamy's eyebrows rose in question of what she was doing.

"Come on, King of the Jungle. Show me how wild you can be." She wiggled her eyebrows at an attempt to seduce him which made Bellamy let out a snort.

"You're terrible at being seductive." Bellamy's head dropped as he let out a chuckle.

Bellamy took the lead and lead her into his quarters, and Dakota's eyes glanced around the room as he shut the door behind her. There was a bed that was off to the side of the room and a desk sitting near the entrance of the door. Dakota walked further into the room and she took a huge gulp of her drink, it numbed her throat as it went down, making her feel hot and fuzzy inside. She faced Bellamy when she heard his footsteps behind her.

"We don't have too, you know?" Bellamy put his drink on the desk before he started walking towards her.

Her face lit up slightly. "I know." She assured him of her choice while her gaze flickered down at his lips a few times before she set them on his steaming gaze.

Bellamy didn't waste any time closing the distance between them and his hand grabbed at the bottom of her shirt, making her walk the rest of the way to him. Their lips connected out of hunger and desperation while Dakota's hand came up to tangle itself into Bellamy's brown locks. Bellamy started to walk forwards which lead Dakota backwards. His arms wrapped tightly around her small body, pulling her further into his chest if closer was even possible at this point. His hands pulled at the hem of Dakota's shirt and she let him pull it upwards slowly. She bit down on her bottom lip as she felt the beginning of self consciousness start to build up, but Bellamy shut her thoughts out when he growled out the word, 'Beautiful' before pulling her into another kiss. Bellamy turned her around and brushed her brown hair off of her shoulder and then leaned into the crook of her neck to start pressing a series of hot wet kisses on her exposed shoulder.

Dakota shivered in his arms as her head leaned back at the sensation he was giving her. She couldn't help the tiny whimper that escaped her lips, and it didn't go unnoticed by Bellamy as he smiled against her flesh as soon as he heard it. She felt Bellamy back up for a second and that's when his fingers starts to lightly graze the plentiful scars that were displayed on her back. She inhaled sharply as his fingers ran over them.

"Don't look at them.." She whispered, feeling ashamed of the ugly scars that reminded her of her terrible past.

She felt Bellamy's breath fan on her shoulder, and that's when he turned her around to look up into his brown eyes once again. "Hey, you're beautiful, okay?" He whispered before pecking her lips. "You're strong. So strong." He held her face in his hands and she searched his eyes before noticing that he was still dressed in his shirt.

Her hands started to slid down Bellamy's covered torso and she grabbed at the fabric. He smiled slightly, almost amused. She removed Bellamy's shirt with ease and as soon as it was off, Bellamy's lips captured hers again. The kiss was full of passion and it was soft. It was a new sensation for her this time, the kiss was not full of hunter and desperation like it always had been. It had meaning to it. Bellamy's hand wondered over her skin, going to her hips to push down the pants she was wearing. She mirrored his actions as they kissed.

They both stamped out of their pants, the feeling of skin against skin heating the kiss as she held onto the stands of his dark, curly hair. Dakota's knee slid against his thigh, and Bellamy reached down and caught her thighs, holding her. She could feel it, through the thin fabric of his and her own underwear, hard and eager against her stomach. Bellamy started to lead her towards the bed, placing her gently on her back before he hovered over her.

He kissed down her jaw, traveling a long delicate line down her neck. The feeling was consuming her, almost addicting. His kisses went into the crease of her breasts and she arched her back when Bellamy's mouth closed around the tender flesh. She bucked her hips against him, which earned her a low growl from Bellamy. He started to continue down the line of her stomach and to the hem of her lace underwear.

He hooked his fingers through the thin fabric, but he didn't tuck them down as she expected him too. Instead he gently nudged her legs aside as he placed his tongue on her underwear. She let out a small throaty moan, "Take them off, Bellamy.." Dakota whined.

Bellamy looked up at her and he smirked. Dakota knew that he wasn't going to listen to her pleads. He kept going until she was throbbing, and then, he just stopped to kiss his way up and down the inside of her thigh.

"Bellamy, please." She whimpered.

"You're so eager.." She heard Bellamy whispered back, while tugging her underwear off in the process.

They were cast aside and Bellamy closed his mouth around her, with his hand on her thigh, keeping her still. Suddenly she felt his fingers slowly slip into her, and she let out a sharp inhale, whimpering. She felt herself growing closer to the edge as Bellamy leaned down again. His fingers moved skillfully, as she was lost in a world of mindless pleasure.

"Bell.." She whined, almost breathlessly.

Bellamy met her plead with a soft kiss, capturing her lips in passion as he slowly slid into her. She griped onto his shoulders, feeling him. His forehead rested against hers as he gazed into her lust filled eyes. She recognizing every detail in his face, and how truly beautiful this man was. Every bump on the skin of his shoulders, and his chest. They were simply a story, that was meant to be told in trust. Bellamy's brown eyes closed as he let out a shuttering breath, his chest pressed up against hers as her name left his lips.