Suck & Blow
Clarke decided to have fun. She was about two swigs of moonshine into the night when Bellamy joined the little group huddle near the back of camp. She acknowledge him with a soft smile and a slight nod of her head. He deserved to have fun, too. Even if he acted like he hated every single person in the circle except Octavia. "Let's play a game!" Octavia suggested, "Suck and blow."
Bellamy squinted his eyes at his sister, "What the hell is suck and blow?" He couldn't help but think his sister was hanging out with a bunch of bad influences. It was understandable for him to feel like (if Octavia's friends were perverts) she shouldn't be hanging out with them—but he didn't understand why he cared if Clarke was involved with them or not.
"Besides your favorite position?" Clarke snorted as she added more moonshine into her bloodstream. "Sorry, that was too good to pass up. It's a game where you take a card, suck it in to keep it in place and then blow it towards the next person. You proceed to do it until the card falls then the two people sucking and blowing kiss."
"How do you know that?"
Jasper, Raven, Octavia and Clarke responded. "Clueless" The girls looked over at Jasper as if he had no right to know anything about Clueless.
"That stupid movie you made me rent a thousand times for you?" Bellamy groaned. "Fine. We'll do it." Clarke wanted to punch Bellamy for assuming he had the right to control what game they played and what game they didn't. Bellamy sat down in between Clarke and Angelina (Who Monty was seriously trying to date even if she was way out of his league…) He figured if he was going to kiss anyone, it was going to be one of them. Monty didn't seem too pleased that Bellamy was sitting by his girl, but it was whatever- Clarke was displeased that Bellamy chose to wiggle himself by her too. She hoped he could suck and blow because if he couldn't, she was going to be so pissed.
Octavia started the game, leaning over to Jasper who was probably praying that she would drop the card the second it connected to her pretty lips. They kept it going though and eventually it was Bellamy's turn, who gladly accepted the card from Angelina and tilted his head like he was actually going to kiss Clarke. She quickly sucked it away from him and started back with his sister. Was it bad that she had more desire to kiss Octavia than she did Bellamy? In someone's book it probably was. They made it a few more rounds before someone actually got kissed. Clarke was impressed that everyone could play…she doubted her group had that much practice when it came to social games like this one. She was starting to get slightly tipsy when Bellamy passed the card on to her, she barely caught it on her mouth and nearly dropped it between her and Octavia. Bellamy smirked at her when she'd gotten rid of the card, "Keep it up princess and you'll have to kiss me."
"I'd rather kiss a toad." She rolled her eyes.
"Why kiss a toad that turns into a prince when you can have the king?" His hand rested on the small of her back. She didn't have enough sense to shake it away. She managed to not drop the card again, but the way Bellamy's hand started rubbing her back was sending her mind other places. She wanted to fall into it. She wanted to press herself into his capable hands.
Bellamy's eyes were begging her to drop the card but instead, she held on it for a second before she moved onto Octavia. Octavia winked at her before their mouths collided in a quick kiss. Clarke and she laughed and continued the game but something was different. Bellamy's hand was starting to move up the back of her shirt. She wanted to say that she was too drunk to know what was going on—but she wasn't. She wanted to say he was too drunk to know what he was doing—but he wasn't.
The fire was starting to fade and the teens finally called it quits on the game as more cards dropped. Bellamy's hand remained on her back the whole time, drawing nerve-racking circles into her skin. She sighed heavily—which her friends took as a yawn. Jasper nodded to her, "Me too, Clarke, me too."
Bellamy's hand moved up her back so far that he was touching her bra. She stole a glance at him, realizing she could tell him to stop but she didn't. She let his hand slide under the strap and a little to the right. She fidgeted under his hot touch, "Is there anymore moonshine?" Clarke cleared her throat when his hand moved to the side of her breast. He put his hand back down to her lower back. She glanced over at him shyly while Octavia passed her the moonshine.
Monty and Angelina stood up to leave, saying their goodbyes to everyone. Bellamy took the time that everyone was distracted to unhook her bra. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, "Um—I'm going to bed." She jumped up, trying to hold onto her bra so it didn't fall. Bellamy seem satisfied with himself as she shot him a drop-dead glare. She stomped away but heard Bellamy saying his goodnights. Eventually, she heard his footsteps behind her. "I don't know what your game is but—" His lips crashed onto hers as he pushed her against whatever hard area was behind her. Her eyes were wide with shock as she watched his cheeks move and his jaw unclench as he opened his mouth onto hers. She felt his tongue push through her mouth as his lips became less yielding, more demanding. The taste of moonshine was shared between them, but she also tasted hints of the berries he'd eaten earlier. They were encompassed by the smell of fire—something that burned her nose a little. Their tongues were switching from gentle to rough and back to the former. A soft moan from her mouth vibrated his mouth.
That's when she remembered her bra was falling down her skin because of him. It was as if they were on the same wavelength because Bellamy reached up her shirt and took the black undergarment in his hands. "My tent…" He said lowly as he grabbed her wrist.
"No." Clarke shook her head with a small smirk, taking her bra out of his hand. "You're going to have to try a lot harder than that if you want me to come to your tent, Bellamy Blake."