"We can't keep doing this," Bellamy sat up in his bed, throwing his legs over the side and his head into the palms of his hands. The lump of covers beside him shuffled a bit and groaned as a tousled Raven poked her head out from under the sheets.
"Why not? I thought we were having fun," Raven smiled, covering her bare breasts with the available blankets. She chuckled to herself.
"I just…I just can't do this, okay?" Bellamy rubbed his eyes in frustration.
Raven frowned at him. The sunlight beamed into Bellamy's room of the Ark. The view of Arkadia was magnificent from here since they had made so much progress over the last few months. Raven shuffled nervously in bed.
"Is it because of Clarke?" Raven sat up, "'Cause, look. I wouldn't be offended. It's not like it means anything anyway."
Bellamy turned to look at her. Her big, bright, brown eyes stared back at him patiently, kind. She had been so good to him. So good. Bellamy shook his head and continued to frown at her sadly. He laid a gentle hand on the side of her face and let his thumb trail down her soft cheek. He finally let a smile tug at the side of his mouth. She returned the smile, ten times. He leaned forward and kissed her and she let the blankets drop as she ran her fingers down his bare, muscular back.
"Fuck it. Let's just have some fun," Bellamy whispered seductively into her ear before climbing back on top of her.
