pink slips
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"We'll need lots of rules," Clarke whispers, a little too eager to feign believable hesitance. Jittery, aware of the looming disaster inevitably ahead and still willing to acquiesce. "Boundaries." It's hard to think straight, hard to pretend to be concerned with something as terrible as being away from each other when being so close; every shared exhale kicking up a tantalizing undercurrent of mouth-wateringly familiar scent.
"We can do that," He shrugs, shoulders lifting slightly in the peripherals of her vision; out of focus and secondary to the closeness of everything else. "We're, like, really good at being overly closed off anyways."
"I'm serious, Bellamy."
"And I'm the best option you have, Clarke."
"Fine," she grumbles after a moment, leaning her weight a bit more firmly against Bellamy and rubbing their noses together in a not-so-sullen admission of defeat, hand releasing its tight perch on her knees to instead grumpily fist the well-worn collar of his dark sweatshirt, "I'll move in with you."
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