First and Last of Your Kind, by verbaepulchellae

She needs to feel real and alive after all that death and for a moment she’s at a loss of how to get that, how to feel that when she can’t turn to Finn and Raven is buried in engineering and forty-seven of her friends could be dying in Mount Weather. 

But then she thinks of Bellamy’s fingers under hers. 

Adult, missing scene. Clarke needs something real – Bellamy gives it to her. I love how comfort-seeking, life-affirming smut turns into something lovely and deep, without messing up canon.

First and Last of Your Kind, by verbaepulchellae

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