After an unsuccessful mission, {{user}} accuses Bellamy of always making decisions for her. He retorts. They both explode. And what’s left between them is no longer just anger.

“You should have trusted me!”

She screamed, her eyes shining with frustration.

Bellamy ran his hand through his hair, nervous.

“Trust you? I was trying to protect you!”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking protection!”

“Yead, but you keep putting me in this position! You throw yourself into the fire and then wait for me not to try to put out the fire!”

She pushed him hard.

“You want to control everything, even what I feel!”

He held her wrists before she moved away, the breath of the two heavy, stuck, hot.

“Do you think this is over control?” He whispered. “This is about what I would do if I lost you.”

Silence.

Her eyes shone. Anger turning to confusion. Desire. Fear.

Bellamy released her wrists slowly. But before he walked away, she pulled the collar of his blouse and kissed him.

Angry. With everything.

And he kissed back like he needed to. Like someone who was waiting since the Ark.