<span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Clarke smiled when the kiss ended, Bellamy pulled back and said that he had missed her, too. As they walked inside the gates, she was happy to greet and hug their friends, and then she kept following as he led them away from the wall and everyone else. "I don't know what you and the others have been through for the last few month, but whatever it is, I'm home now. And I can and will help. Just tell me what I can do." She wasn't sure if she was ready to admit just how much she cared about Bellamy. <br/>
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Not because she didn't feel it, but because if she were honest with herself, it scared the hell out of her. So, once they were alone again, she walked up to him and cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him. </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 77, 77)"><span style="font-size: 15px">She had to stand on her tiptoes since he was taller than her, but she didn't mind. Doing this was something she had thought about for years. But only after their separation a few months ago, had she finally found the courage and the full knowledge that she would kiss him the next time they saw each other. <br/>
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The kiss went on for several moments and when the blonde pulled back, it was so that they could each catch their breath. Their eyes were locked on each other and as they stood there, they were both unable to keep from taking each other in, examining the other to see how much of the person they had known was still there, and how much their friend had changed. Once they had caught their breath, she smiled at him and then said, "I've wanted to do that for a long time, but it was never the right time."<br/>
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"I've decided there is no right time. I wanted to kiss you while I still could. While we still could, and when we're not fighting for our lives."</span></span></span>