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“You can’t go in there!”

She hardly hears the person shouting over the sound of her heart beating furiously out of her chest. She throws the double doors open and frantically searches the room, looking for the familiar mess of dark curls and smirking jackass attached to them. She finds Bellamy Blake in bed twenty-three.

“Clarke?” he croaks when she rounds the curtain. He’s sitting up in bed, his arm held in a hospital grade sling, bandaged from the middle of his chest to the outer edge of his shoulder. She spots bits of dried blood on the outer edges of the bandage and she has to fight the urge to punch him right in his wound.

Instead she settles on, “How dare you?!”

Her voice is nothing more than a hiss, not wanting to draw the attention of the nursing staff she had already blatantly ignored when she marched past them. But her emotion is becoming more and more difficult to control. After all, he almost fucking died.

He almost died for her.

“You really want to do this right now?” he groans, leaning back against the pillows with a small grimace.

Now that she knows he’s alive and not going to die at any given moment, yes, she really does. All the adrenaline is still pumping through her body, making the anger that much more forceful.

“You deliberately disobeyed orders!” she’s shouting, her voice octaves above even the sound of all the machines surrounding them in the small hospital room.

“Rules are meant to be broken sometimes, Princess,” and the asshole has the audacity to smirk at her. Bellamy Blake is a pain in her ass, he really is.

“Are you seriously joking about this?” she could throttle him and probably would if she didn’t owe him her life.

He leans up, swinging his legs over the bed with a grunt, “Nice shot, by the way.”

She shoves the bedside table and it falls to the ground with a loud crack, “Damn it, Bellamy! You could have died!”

The sight of him covered on the floor in a pool of his own blood will haunt her for the rest of her life. She isn’t sure when he ever arrived, having been too distracted by the gun in her face and the small girl trembling behind her. The mission was a simple extraction: a governor’s daughter caught in the middle of drug war thanks to her father. She’d done them a million times but it seemed that they were one step ahead of her. The rest happened so quickly. She pushed Charlotte behind her and reached for her weapon just as another went off.

“Clarke?” she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath until it comes out in an ugly sob. Instinctively, she pushes him away but he grabs her wrist and holds on to her.

“Hey,” his voice is gentle, like she might break at any moment. She feels something in her snap and she falls against him, his bare chest warm against her cheek. Only he could be the one to get shot and still have to comfort her.

“Why did you do that?” she whispers, “You know that’s not what we’re trained to do.”

They’re trained that as agents, they’re disposable. Death is natural part of being in this field of work. She’s watched more than a few of her partners go down and no matter how much she wished she could stop it, she’s always been told that finishing the mission is more important. Never put your life in danger for someone else. In fact, Bellamy is the one who taught her that.

He pushes against her shoulder so he can look at her. His free hand runs along her neck and then her cheek, his thumb stroking it gently as he watches her. It’s too familiar, being close to him like this. Not how they’re supposed to be with each other. But how they’ve been too many times to count.

“You know why,” he finally says. She could let him leave it at that. They’re already putting themselves in danger being this close. Vulnerable. But her hands are shaking and she keeps thinking about what might have happened if the bullet had hit any lower, if she hadn’t been prepared to shoot back.

For once, she wants to hear him say it. No more stolen moments in dark hallways and hotels. No more pretending like the thought of losing him doesn’t cause her to go into a near panic. No more. He opens his mouth as though he’s about to say more but he doesn’t get the chance.

“Blake,” the Captain’s voice breaks them apart and the moment is over. They step away from each other and stand at attention, the unspoken words hanging in the air. Partners not lovers. Griffin and Blake.

Business as usual.

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nvrfrgetu · 7 years

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Zach Dempsey - A to Z

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Well, that’s the thing, Zach can get turned on by almost everything, really. Like the way you’re biting your pen while looking at him, scratching his scalp during a small kiss or even just watching you train with the girls or even looking at you and finding you specially sexy that day. But his biggest, ever, turn on is when you’re sucking on his skin, just down his jawline, while gently scratching your fingernails on his nape. The boy loses his shit, a complete silence and embarrassed mess from being with the biggest boner in the middle of the bleachers during gym class or in the cafeteria.

You were still recovering from an ankle problem, acquired during the cheerleaders’ workouts, so that you were restricted in performing physical activities and released from PE class. Today was one of those days where the Coach was letting everyone be lazy, with only four groups taking turns playing volleyball. The rest of the students were either climbing the ropes in some sort of ridiculous competition or waiting their turn while walking around the gym. So it was in the bleachers you stood, calmly waiting for the end of the class, laying on your stomach with your backpack serving as a pillow. You were almost dozing off when someone decided to play in the bleachers, making the wood tremble. You were prepared to send the person to hell when someone leaned over you, soft and warm lips pressing into yours. You opened your eyes, shocked, until you relaxed with the familiar sight of your boyfriend's dark, warm eyes.

- "Zach! You scared me!” - You argued, pushing him lightly. He sent you one of those sweet smiles so characteristic of him in return. Moving to place a kiss on your cheek before sitting on your side.

- "What for? I just gave you a kiss."- He shrugged as he sat on the bleachers.

- "Exactly. Someone kissed me and I have a boyfriend." - You tried to cast a disapproving look at him, but he had such a cute expression that you ended up smiling at him. His eyes seemed to burn for a second.

- "No one would dare steal a kiss from you. I would fight their asses. "- Zach was a Big Guy, completely capable of actually doing some real damage in a fight, with all those muscles that being an athlete since he was a child had assured him, but the possibility of this happening was laughable in a way that even the way he spoke the words was funny. But you did not say anything, just sent another smile at him as you rose from the stands to sit beside him, standing with one leg on each side of him, and placed your head on his shoulder, giving a small kiss to the warm skin discovered by the sleeveless shirt and then leaning back at his side comfortably, her legs lovingly embracing his body.

- "I'm sure you would, babe. Don’t worry."

But then Zach's body was really hot, in that way that made cling to him in one hug one of the most delicious things and soon your arms came to wrap around his trunk, but giving up when you realized he was too big and you would be uncomfortable, setting by just closing your hands on his shirt. He gave a little laugh at the way you had wrapped around him, turning his face to kiss your forehead. You smiled and looked at him, quickly struck by the urge to kiss him.

- "You're staring at my mouth." - He accused, drawing your foreheads together to force you to look deeply into his eyes. There was a convinced smile on his lips and although the look on Zach's face was carefree and confident, there was a nice blush tingling his cheeks.

- "Am I?" - You breathed, feigning ignorance though your eyes drifted to his delicious lips again. He smiled and you watched his lips part in that delicious smile, a line of perfectly white teeth appearing and suddenly you were thinking of wrong things. You smiled back, and then leaned up to kiss him, and though you had planned a chaste and caressing kiss, somehow your tongue traced his lower lip and you got lost in Zach's mouth when he granted you passage.

You wanted to blame the Gym and its structure or whatever, but it was Zach who had begun to make you hot. Your hands automatically clenched into fists on his shirt, and the hand in front of his body began to lightly trace his abs over his shirt, innocently but appreciatively.

Someone whistled from the court and you also heard some giggles approaching. You broke the kiss, annoyed, watching Justin on the edge of the court, hands around his mouth in encouraging shouts to Zach, while Jessica and Sherri were approaching. By your side, you felt Zach tightening up and quickly arranging something that you did not pay attention because you were busy flipping your friends. The Coach shouted at Justin and sent him back to the court and he rolled his eyes before obeying.

- "You seem to be healing well, Y/N." - Jessica mocked, Sherri agreeing with her, while both sat on the bench below where you and Zach were, Sherri patting Zach’s back in approval.

- "I'm glad to see that Zach is taking good care of you."

- "He was, and then you decided to interrupt my treatment." - You joked, frowning at them. Jessica just shrugged and Sherri laughed.

- "You were surpassing the acceptable level of PDA in physical education. Soon I and Justin would had to make out or you would steal our Liberty High It Couple title.”

- "All yours." - You spoke and raised your hands in mock surrender, but rolled your eyes to show that you did not give a shit about it. Beside you, Zach shifted, moving away from you.

- "Zach, are you ok?"

- "S-sure. I... I need to go, hm, my group is next." – He was fidgeting, but you didn’t read much into it.

- "Oh, okay, babe. See you at lunch."

- "Y-yeah." – He barely answered it while getting up. As Zach got up and practically jumped the rest of the stands, you and your friends looked at each other.

- "Is it me or was he weird?" - Jessica and Sherri just shrugged, and started talking about the adaptations in the new routine to keep you from getting hurt again in any of the jumps.

The day passed quietly and you did not have any more classes with your boyfriend, so you really only saw him when you entered the Cafeteria. It even had been funny, because even in the hallways you had not found him. Your friends only commented that they had seen him rushing to the next class. You knew he had biology today at some point, so you just shrugged thinking he was reviewing. You were probably very lost in your thoughts, because while waiting in line to buy your lunch, Monty thought it necessary to shout your name and wave so you finally looked at their table.

- "Relax Monty, I'm coming." - You said as you approached the table, putting the tray in front of Zach and bending down to give a kiss to his lips. He looked surprised, because his body trembled slightly and he was turning red from nowhere. You smiled at him, nudging his shoulder in teasing as you sat down.

- "Guess, I'm not the only one who's gonna hear that today." - Monty joked, casting a suggestive glance at the two of you as you sat down at the table. You just told him to fuck off and Zach resumed to show his middle finger to him.

As Monty laughed and started talking to Justin, you took the opportunity to discreetly lean on Zach, your nose nudging his arm covered by a sweatshirt to get his attention. He gave you a wary look, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips. You tried to hold back the smile that threatened to burst through your face, but the way Zach looked at you had always warmed you up and wanting to approach him. So you took the opportunity to sneak your hand around his arm and murmur a "come here." He bent down and you stole a small kiss on his lips again. You could keep track of how his blush spread quickly across his beautiful face, only getting worse when Monty started whistling and pointing at them. You sent him to hell again and then put one of your hands in your boyfriend's hair, so as to pull it and hide your face in the curve of his neck.

But then as the teasing died and the boys started to focus on other things, the way you had taken in that position looked wonderfully comfortable, especially with the delicious scent of his flooding your senses and his warm skin so close to your lips... You started stroking it with the tip of your nose. You felt the way he trembled slightly and it only encouraged you to lightly rest your lips on the skin of his neck. Zach literally froze and you let out a giggle before landing three more kisses and then cast a small glance around, checking that no one was paying attention to you and risking a little hickey just below his jawline.

Someone called Zach and you watched as he literally stuttered an answer to whatever the question they asked. A small laugh came and you pulled away from him in a disguise. Luckily, the bell rang. You started to get up and straightened your backpack while everyone began to do the same.

- “Hey, you're coming?” - Sherri asked, already close to the exit.

- “Sure. One moment.” -You waved as you turned to see where Zach was. But he had not even got off the bench yet. In fact, he was not even looking up, just stared very hard at the table.

– “Sherri, I'll see you at class. Have to talk to Zach.” - Her friend just nodded and continued on. You approached your boyfriend, realizing now how red he was.

- “Hey, babe. Something wrong?”

- "Yes." - He hissed between clenched teeth, casting a nasty glare at you.

- “I did something wrong?”

- “Oh, yes. You know what you did.”

- “I don’t. What's going on Zach?” - You were really surprised. You tried to review the events that had happened during the day to find out what you could have done to make him be like that. Probably foreseeing you were imagining too much, he sighed and reached for your hand. Then he pulled you on his lap and the bulge pressing on your ass made the whole situation a lot clearer.

You waited a few seconds, feeling like a deep blush was spreading across your face, and, at the same time, you had to contain with all your strength the smile that wanted to radiate on your face. Your chest seemed to swell, your skin immediately hot, the mere thought of getting Zach excited so easy made you feel like a goddess.

-“Oh. My. God. Did I...?” - You risked, trying to control the happiness and surprise in your tone.

- “Yes.” - He hissed again, a judgmental look and in equal parts hot and angry. You could not even be embarrassed by how satisfied you were to be able to leave him that way with almost no effort.

- “Oh babe, I'm so sorry.” - You forced yourself to say, a small laugh restrained in your lips. He narrowed his eyes at you, pushing your waist so that you rose from his lap and did not make things worse, which you followed.

- “No, you're not. You're fucking proud of yourself." - He knew her too well not to know that. You let out the laughter you were holding, then bent to murmur close to his lips, an expression that had every intention of provoking him.

- “Ok... I am. Does this make me a bad girl?" - You murmured, your gaze running over his lips before looking him in the eye again.

- “Oh my god, you're not helping.” - He grunted, his tone warm and hard, mingled with clear frustration. You laughed and pulled away from him, beginning to walk backwards toward the door.

- “So... see you after class?” - You said as you walked away, your hand moving your hair in what you believed to be sexy.

- “Oh, you bet your pretty ass you’ll see me after class.” - She winked at him then, adding a more pronounced swag on her hips as she turned his back to him. You almost swore he had grunted again and your smile could tear your cheeks of so satisfied.

#so sorry for being gone u guys #but have a lil zachy action as a apology #alphabet zach #zach dempsey #zach x reader #zach dempsey imagine #zach dempsey smut #nsfwish?#13 reasons why #13rw

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