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I could never feel trapped by you, Bellamy. [ Voice breaking or not, Clary's determined to make that point. ] Never. Since the moment I met you, I've felt... Freer. Braver. Like I could take on anything as long as I had you there beside me. [ Sure, maybe it was mostly with regard to exploring her sexuality at first, but it's never been just about that. He's been someone she could rely on and trust, who was always willing to push her further or hold her depending on what she needed. ] You make me feel safe, but never trapped.

[ As for the rest of what he says, well — she'd meant "everything" more along the lines of the emotional side of things, being honest about sleeping with other people but not the specifics. But the clarification doesn't really seem pertinent right now because even if he doesn't tell her (so long as he doesn't try to hide it or deny it, which she wouldn't expect), she trusts Bellamy. She believes what he says, here and now, and knows without a doubt that it's the same for her.

But her throat's too tight to say as much so she puts her feelings into the kiss instead, the hand beneath his shirt staying there while the other slides familiarly to the back of his head, fingers lacing almost possessively this time through his hair. She keeps the kiss soft, though it has far more to do with the tears still spilling freely down her cheeks than anything. Still, there's a sense of desperation almost, the fear she feels at being so close to losing him combined with the exhilaration of them finally knowing and admitting where they stand with one another combining into something that's difficult for her to hide. And at this point, she's not even sure if she should bother.

Eventually, she does break the kiss, both arms moving to dip between his jacket and shirt, holding him close as she curls into him, burying her face against his chest. Though it takes a moment, she manages to get herself under slightly better control, sniffling as she turns her head to press her ear to his chest, just above his heart. ] Say it again. [ The request comes softly, but he'll be able to hear the smile starting to form on her face. Nothing quite as bright or easy as he usually brings out in her, but genuinely happy all the same, even amidst everything else she's feeling at the moment. ]

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[ He feels safe with her too at this moment, even after confessing things he was so scared to tell her, even after that monster made him feel his fate was to die alone. The thought of seeing the monster again once they try to find a way out of the forest doesn't fill him with fear, not with Clary by his side. She's proved she can protect him just as much as he wants to protect her, if not better with her abilities. And there's so much light in her that melts away every negative thought in his head. She doesn't just make him feel good - she is good for him. She inspires him to shine as brightly as her and on the days her light has gone out, he reignites a spark within her.

Resting his chin against the top of her head, he strokes a hand through her hair while they embrace silently. He feels a weight off his shoulders for finally put his cards on the table, though this isn't nearly as romantic as he would have liked it to have been. He wishes that night he first let 'my girl' slip, that when he went over to see her and they pretended like it never happened, he'd told her everything she knows now. But Bellamy isn't perfect and neither is their relationship. Now they know how they both feel for one another and that's all that matters.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head before tilting her face up with his fingers under her chin so he can make eye contact with her. ] You're my girl, Clary. Don't ever let me forget that. [ Because there might be moments where he thinks he doesn't deserve to give her that title, but he'll never stop feeling like he wants a part of her to belong to him, the most important part of her no one else can touch the way he can - her heart. She can sleep with as many people as she wants on this island as long as she reserves her heart for him. ]

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[ Perhaps the fact that she's cried in front of him before helps keep her from resisting when he lifts her face, even though she has no doubt that she's red and splotchy. Or maybe she's just so focused on the moment, on him, that she can't bring herself to care. Whatever the case, she meets his gaze easily, her hand moving to his to hold it to her cheek.

Would this have been better if it had happened with them curled up in bed, or sharing some treat beneath their tree one afternoon rather than in this creepy forest, both of them running high on adrenaline? Probably. But hearing Bellamy call her his girl — meaning it, too — is perfect, no matter how it came about. ]

I won't, I promise. [ Turning into his palm, eyes closing for a brief moment, Clary presses her lips to his skin. It's not really a kiss, more just a more purposeful point of contact, and then she opens her eyes to look at him again. ] With how many times I'll want to hear it, I don't think you'll be able to forget anyway. [ She gives him a small but happy smile, even if it's a half-assed attempt at teasing, her heart not really in it considering everything else that's led to this point.

Then she moves to stand, wiping her cheeks with her free hand, the other sliding into Bellamy's to entwine their fingers and give him a gentle tug. ] Come on, Bellamy, let's get out of here; this place is giving me the creeps. [ Not to mention she's exhausted now and can imagine he feels much the same. ] I also want to curl up in your arms and that's way more comfortable in a bed.

[ If he'll let her, Clary will also try to pick up the gun and carry it back herself, if only to give them both a little extra peace of mind. ]