Summary: You can say this is the continuation of the puppy fic (PUT THE PUPPY DOWN).

Sometimes Bellamy Blake can hardly believe it's been only a few months since Clarke had grabbed him by the collar and pulled his lips down to hers. He was taken by surprise, sure, and maybe it took him a long minute to kick-start his brain; but in that glorious moment, all he knew was that he was kissing Clarke, really kissing her.

He and Clarke have been dating for over two months now when the idea of moving together occurs to him.

He practically confessed he has been in love with her the day after she barged into his apartment.

Her lease is running out in a few months, and quite honestly, he is so in love with this girl… He's probably gonna marry her in a year. If she says yes, that is.

He's looking for the gift-wrapping paper - with the Little Mermaid and Sebastian on it that he bought for special occasions like this - to wrap the tiny box with "the" key.

Well, she already has a key, per se, but he gave it to her as a friend ages ago - when he had to get out of town for a few weeks and he needed someone to water his fern.

(Octavia, of course, made fun of him because how do you still have that ugly ass fern, Bell, but truth is, he had gotten that fern that time they were in IKEA with Clarke and she said he needed a plant for oxygen and decor. And yeah, he is sentimental like that.)

So Clarke got that key as a friend at the time (for purely platonic reasons) and he never thought of asking her to return it. There is nothing platonic about them anymore, and well… He wants to be romantic this time.

He cuts a generous amount from the paper and folds it neatly around the box. Clarke has left some ribbons behind after an art project - and maybe he should have thought about buying a new deep blue ribbon with white polka dots but this will have to do. Clarke won't mind.

But now that he thinks about it, Clarke has more and more stuff at his place, which is oddly comforting. He hasn't paid that much attention to her stuff before, but - the thought of Clarke leaving her things behind - including hairpins and a comb and underwear and artsy throw pillows and whatnot - kind of makes him giddy.

So yeah, Clarke is getting "the" key - a new, symbolic, plastic key this time -, gift wrapped, and he is going to ask her to move in with him. Today.

(She, of course, points out to him later that she already has a key but – their living arrangement is finally and officially official, so he doesn't argue like he normally would.)

"BELL! Are you home?" says Clarke as she enters the apartment, pulling him back to the present.

"I'll be out in a minute!" he shouts and jumps to his feet, almost tripping on his way out.

Jasper must have woken from his late afternoon power nap because he is as energised as early in the morning.

This is his way of saying 'get me out of the apartment' for a walk.

Well, Jasper has to wait now. He is not going anywhere before kissing his girlfriend hello and –

He exhales. It's really silly to be nervous about this. There is a slight chance Clarke might say it was too early in their relationship but he thinks she won't. She is in this with him for the long ride.

So he's reaching out with a hand as soon as he reaches her, running a thumb along her cheek before diving in for a kiss.

"Hello," Clarke breathes, smiling into their kiss and he is so ready to guide them to the couch to kiss her some more when he hears a muffled noise and breaks their kiss instead.

"Did you hear that?" he frowns.

"Bell, um – " she reaches for his hand, drawing his attention back to hers." Um, there's something I have to tell you."

Jasper scratches the carpet with his paws and his crazy yipping suddenly makes more sense to him as Clarke holds up a tiny bundle of fur.

He stares in confusion. "It's a puppy," he manages at last.

"Yeah –" Clarke says, somewhat guilty." But before you say 'no', hear me out."

And so she presents him with her case.

It's not like he can say 'no' to stray, orphaned puppies. And it's not like he can say 'no' to Clarke when she is all big, pleading blue eyes.

And he is not saying no to puppy Maya because Clarke, naturally, has already named her – and her case is rock solid, and together they can handle two dogs.

So it is as good time as any to ask.

"I've got something for you, too" he starts, drumming his fingers against the box in his pocket.

Clarke lets go of Maya. Having her standing so close, and just having her so close and knowing there's a good chance it will stay like this makes him smile.

The puppy is shy at first, staying close to Clarke and only taking a few tentative steps, nuzzle on the ground. Jasper barks around her in greeting, scooting closer on his paws. They sniff around each other, more careful at first and then … it's instant puppy love.

That settles it. Not that he had any doubts before. They are keeping her.

He clears his throat and a gives her the box.

She says yes to him after a round of 'we are moving in together' sex.

And because he feels cheeky in his current sated state, he adds, "You have an awful lot of stuff here, anyway."

She settles her chin on his chest, her fingers drawing circles across his skin.

"I thought you'd never ask," is all she says, smiling coyly before pushing up on her palms and planting a kiss on his lips. His hands find her back on instinct, pulling her closer.

By the time they emerge from the bedroom, Jasper and Maya are settled down on the couch, snuggled together and fast asleep.

The fern makes it to their wedding reception a year later.

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A/N: I wrote this a while ago, I'm just bad at updating ffnet. There is a pic edit on my tumblr/ao3: [and ffnet doesn't let me to link this properly... post/164294999606/put-the-puppy-down-bellamy-cannot-say-no-to