"That's all?" Bellamy asks, smiling as he shifts to pull Clarke as close as possible, lining their bodies up until it feels like he's in touch with every single inch of her skin. Being this close on a daily basis is intoxicating, and hasn't gotten old. It probably never will -- at least, he hopes so.

"Nothing else? No treating you like a queen?" he teases. Bellamy knows what Clarke means, and feels much the same; she doesn't need to do anything but be herself -- he can't help but love Clarke as she is.