A/N: This is my *FIRST* ever fanfic please be gentle.
She's not sure exactly why it started but she remembers when it started. She was just getting back to a healthy body weight and she was starting to feel like an actual human again. She had returned back from her time away as a shell of the former person she was when she left. When she returned she was bony and paranoid, more animal than human. Certainly nothing about her made her feel like a woman. She had lost her womanly curves and the slight curl in her blonde locked. So after a few months, once she had put back on a few pounds and finally had some hope in her eyes she wasn't surprised to find herself drunk around a camp fire with her friends, who despite their initial distance had almost all forgiven her and welcomed her back with open arms. What was surprising was the way Bellamy Blake's arm was wrapped around her, stroking her back in the long soft strokes.
Despite being incredibly drunk, she was still pretty coherent. After running to the woods for 100th time to pee, giggling and clutching Raven's hand to stay upright Bellamy suggested that she call it a night even though she knew he was as drunk as she was. He walked her back to her tent with a heavy hand on her lower back but refused to make eye contact. As they settled side by side at the front flap of her tent, she finally faced him and took in his scruffy, scarred, beautiful face. She had known that her time away had hurt him but every time she looked at him, actually looked at him, it broke her heart. She had done this to him, aged him, made him cold and untrustworthy.
That night, she couldn't take it anymore. Instead of just saying good night and slipping into her tent where she would sleep maybe a few hours and wake in a pool of sweat and tears, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside with her. She didn't want to think anymore. She didn't want to just think about touching him. She just wanted a distraction. Or at least that's what she kept telling herself.
As the flap to her tent fell still she stood in the small space that acted as her sanctuary, staring at Bellamy wondering if she should make a move or not. She could feel her face flush and couldn't meet his eyes, she all of a sudden felt quite stupid. Why had she brought him in here? Why would she assume that he would want anything to do with her? As her anxiety rose she was no longer able to meet his eyes. She could feel tears pricking the backs of her eyes but refused to let herself shed them. She had done enough of that. Just when she was about to push him out of the tent, he reached up and tenderly touched her cheek. His thumb stroking her face as she pushed her chin up, forced her eyes to meet his. He gazed at her with a look so intense she forgot about everything.
She's not sure who made the first move but the next thing she knew her lips were on his. The kiss was rough, all teeth and desire. She could feel the scruff on his face chaffing her pale cheeks and the feeling was delicious. His hands moved from her face down to her legs and hoisted her up by the thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he made two quick strides to her cot. He gently placed her down on her back his body trapped between her legs. He pulled away slightly with a look on his face that indicated to Clarke that maybe he wasn't as drunk as she was, he was thinking too clearly. He shifted his weight around but she kept her ankles hooked around his back not letting him move.
"Look Princess, I think—" "No, don't think not right now", she whined. She pulled his lips back to hers as her hands slipped into the rich dark curls at the nape of his neck. It took all of two seconds for him to kiss her back, his tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth. As his tongue tangled with hers she felt fire in her belly, she needed this, him. Before he could decide to stop again she quickly spun them around, she straddled his waist, her heat resting just above his hard on that was trapped in his pants. She rocked back and forth the friction, despite both of them still being clothed, had her keening with need. As she writhed on his lap his rough hands reached up to the hem of her shirt and slipped underneath it. His calloused hands on her smooth creamy skin felt amazing, giving her goose bumps up and down her arms. When he reached her bra covered breasts she quickly shucked her shirt and before she could reach behind her to pull her bra off, Bellamy beat her to it. Throwing the bra to the floor, Bellamy palmed her ample chest, heavy in his large hands. Of course he had imagined what her boobs had looked like before but to see them now in person was totally different.
He sat up quickly, his hands traveling from her breasts to her face; he paused and looked into her eyes, almost asking, she answered with a kiss that started gentle. He moved from her lips to her ear, down her neck, to her chest, when he reached her boobs she could feel his hot breath and then he finally put his mouth on her. He licked and sucked and then pulled back, blowing on her pink nipple, hardening it even more while his other hand pinched and plucked her other breast. When she finally was able to open her eyes after the initial pleasure she looked down and saw his mouth attached to her, and she felt heat pool in her stomach. She clenched her legs tighter around his waist in an attempt to get some friction. After a several minutes of her writhing in his lap she felt a small orgasm ripple through her that took her by surprise. She grasped at Bellamy's neck and let out a sight that came out more like a moan.
It wasn't until it was over that she opened her eyes to find Bellamy staring at her, his mouth swollen, lips turned up into a smirk "did you just…?" she giggled and blushed and instead of answering reached down and pulled off his shirt. She reached down and kissed his lips, nipped his neck and bit down a little more roughly on to his chest, then began leaving wet kisses down his torso until she got to the tops of his pants. Without glancing up she began to unzip his fly. She felt his hands under her arms lifting her up, and she knew he would try to stop her but instead he looked at her, his pupils so large his eyes were practically black. He pushed her hands out of the way and began to take off his pants. She smiled to herself and reached down and also began taking off her own pants. Once they were both in just their underwear she crawled back on top of him and kissed him lazily his hands roamed her chest and then sunk down to the tops of her underwear. He touched her outside of her panties where he could feel dampness between her legs.
Before he could make a move she shoved him into the mattress and swung her blonde locks around, slinking down his body. She reached his boxers and without a second thought she reached inside and grabbed his cock with her small hands. She palmed him in her hands before she freed him from the confines of his boxers. Without a second thought she wrapped her hand at the base of his cock and wrapped her plump lips around this tip, tasting the salty pre-cum leaking out of him. She felt his hand on the back of her head as he let out a heavy sigh. "Jesus Princess" she grinned at how quickly he was able to shed the steel like façade he always puts on. She let her tongue travel up his shaft following a bulging vein. After a few seconds she was finally able to fit him completely in her mouth sucking and licking. It took all of two minutes between her mouth and her hand cradling his balls he was warning her that if she didn't stop now he would finish in her mouth. Instead of pulling away she swirled her tongue around his tip one more time which triggered his orgasm. She could feel the hot cum spurting down her throat and before she pulled away she licked him clean.
She felt his hands on either side of her face as she pulled her face up to his. He looked absolutely satiated; it made him look his age, a young 23 year old. Not the leader everyone had to see him as. She wiped some cum from the corner of her mouth and willed her blush to go away but before she could get to embarrassed, he pulled her in for a kiss. "Princess, where the hell did you learn how to do that?" She giggled and pulled his mouth back to hers, "You'll never know."
Just as she was about to pull away, he flipped them over, "where do you think you're going?" he said playfully, "you're not going anywhere until I can return the favor." Then without preamble his large hand reached into her panties and gave her a long sensual swipe up her slit. She was already dripping wet. He legs closed around his hand trapping him there. He toyed with her clit, his thumb rubbing back and forth slowly then quickly then back to slow. She moaned and mewed, the heat in her belly growing like a hot coil that needed release. He crouched down closer to her heat and removed his hand causing her to let out a squeak of resentment which made him smirk. He gripped her thighs as he spread them his face settling right above her panties. As his fingers stroked the inside of her thighs he kissed each of her breasts, down her stomach to her belly button, to the top of her panties. Then painfully slowly, he pulled her panties down her creamy white legs, leaving her bare to him. As he tossed her panties to the bedside he looked down at her, gazing at her glistening pussy, her ample chest and then her beautiful face with a crown of blonde hair. "What are you looking at Blake? Get to work!" Clarke fiend confidence but Bellamy didn't miss a beat, "yes ma'am."
With that, he gripped her thighs, hitching them up and then his mouth was on her. His tongue licked her up and down, teasing her clit. She gripped the blanket and let out a breathy sigh. Her hands found the back of his head, his curls gripped in her hand, pushing him closer to her. His hand reached up and without preamble he thrust a finger inside of her. Clarke let out a gasp of pleasure, as he added a second finger his lips latched onto her clit and sucked, between his fingers fucking her and his mouth she felt the tension in her belly finally spill over into a strong orgasm. She let out a broken shriek that sounded a lot to Bellamy like his name as the pleasure flowed over her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, until her orgasm was complete and her body went limp around him.
He crept up to the top of the bed, lying down next to her and gazed at her with a smile "feel better now Princess?" he asked after they both had caught their breath. She lazily slapped his chest and rolled her eyes, feeling their heaviness. He reached over her to the other side of the bed to his shirt. But before he could put it on she snatched it out of his hand and threw it back on the floor. "No, stay. We're not done here" Bellamy let out a loaded sigh that indicated he was no longer drunk and no longer driven solely by sex but by reason. "Bell, please just don't over think this. I know I'm still a little buzzed but I know that even when I'm sober I want you. Just stay and I can show you how true that is tomorrow morning so you can fuck me with a good conscience."
Bellamy rolled to his side and stared at Clarke for a minute before speaking, "how long exactly, have you wanted this Princess?" "What do you have money on it?" "Not me, but I'm pretty sure the rest of the camp does," he smirked and Clarke gave him a playful shove knowing despite how ridiculous that sounded it was probably true. They fell into a comfortable silence. Bellamy pulled up a blanket covering them both and pulled Clarke to his chest, her back to his front, his arm tucked beneath her breasts. "Well princess, you never answered my question so I guess I'll have to stay until I get the answer out of you." With that Clarke snuggled closer into him and let sleep claim her, not wanting to deal with what tonight would mean to their relationship moving forward, but for now Clarke let sleep claim her.