This is not Clarke's first mission. Hell, it's not even her first time going undercover. And that's probably why everyone, including herself, is so surprised when she screws up so badly.
She starts off fine. Good, even. She reads the case file, knows the guy she's looking for. Bellamy Blake, ex cop turned jewel thief extraordinaire, according to the file. He's very good looking, with dark curls and eyes, freckles scattered across his handsome face. Mischievous eyes and lips that she's like to bite into. He's probably a bit of a womaniser, Clarke can tell. So it's obvious what her play is: she'll have to seduce him.
Not actually seduce him, of course. She just needs to get into his room so she can get the diamond necklace back. According to Raven, it should be in his hotel room somewhere. So the plan is, meet Blake at the bar he's been frequenting, have a drink with him. Slip something into his drink and then suggest they go to his room, where he should promptly conk out from the sleeping pills. That should give her enough time to search the room, find the jewels and get the hell out of there.
Raven helps her dress up. The dress she wears, red of course, shows off her assets nicely and doesn't leave a thing to the imagination. Her cleavage is practically spilling out and if she knows one thing about men it's that they'll do anything for a nice pair of boobs. Raven's suggests a gun, though they don't expect this to be a dangerous mission, but Clarke really doesn't have anywhere to put it. Eventually Raven just tells her to call if she gets in any trouble, and backup will be there right away.
At 9pm, Clarke walks into the bar, and looks around surreptitiously, trying to spot him without being obvious about it. The bar is dimly lit and it's mainly filled with old drunks and some frat boys. There aren't many women in the bar at all and she knows she sticks out like a sore thumb in her clingy red dress and her immaculate golden curls, but of course that's the plan. She wants to be noticed so that Bellamy will approach her. She eventually spots him sitting by the bar. He's talking to another guy, a white guy with the kind of sneering face that you want to punch.
Clarke approaches the bar, ignoring the appreciative looks she gets from the other patrons, and as she gets closer she realises (and this is the first step in her undoing) that Bellamy Blake is a lot more attractive than the photo in his case file had let on. He's not just handsome, he's drop dead gorgeous. The kind of devastatingly hot that makes Clarke's stomach flip over and her knees tremble from just the sight of him. If the sleeping pill doesn't work it won't be so bad, she thinks, and that should be her first clue that she should get out of there immediately. But of course, she ignores the warning signs and walks over to the bar, close enough for him to hear her, but not so close that it looks like she's interested in him.
She glances at him as the bartender makes her drink, and she's pleased to find he's already looking at her, his eyes flicking down her body like he's appraising her. She should feel outraged, she knows, to have the man surveying her so brazenly, but instead she's tingling with excitement. She ignores him, pulling out her phone and pretending to text while until the bartender hands her drink over.
Clarke purposefully drops her purse as she hands some money over, scattering the contents all over the floor. She gives her phone a little kick in the right direction (she figures if it breaks her boss will just issue her a new one) and it skids over and lands at Bellamy's feet. Clarke pretends not to notice as she gathers the coins and make up that have spilled out of her bag. She's just got the last thing back in the purse when a pair of men's shoes stop directly in front of her. She pauses a moment, knowing that he'll be looking down at her, and from where he's standing he'll have an excellent vantage point to look directly down her dress, before she stands up, a little less graciously than she would have liked. Her slight stumble however, causes Bellamy to reach out and grab her arm to steady her. Clarke smiles at him to know she's alright and he lets go immediately, the skin where his hand had been somehow tingling at his touch.
"I think you dropped this," he drawls easily and his deep voice sends a lurch to Clarke's stomach. Get a grip, she tells herself, before responding to Bellamy's comment.
"Thanks," she says, a little breathily, taking the phone from him and putting it back in her clutch. "I'm such a klutz," she laughs. Guys love that helpless damsel shit. Bellamy raises his eyebrows at her but doesn't respond.
"Right, well, I should get back to my friend," he says, turning away.
"Wait!" Clarke stops him, a little too eagerly. He turns back to her expectantly. "Let me buy you a drink to say thank you." It's a little much, she knows. All he did was hand her the phone she dropped, but it's all she can think of to keep him interested. She's a little put out the cleavage thing hadn't worked.
"Alright then," he agrees, because who's ever going to turn down a free drink from a pretty girl? She turns back to the bar and has to order herself another drink as well, seeing as in the time she was talking to Bellamy some random guy had started drinking her drink.
Clarke's pride is placated a little when she turns back to Bellamy to hand him his drink to find him staring at her ass. She figures he's just more into asses than tits. He blushes a little when she catches him looking at she smirks at him.
"I'm Claire, by the way," Clarke tells him, giving him her usual fake name for undercover missions.
"Bellamy," Bellamy replies. "You want to join us?" he nods towards his friend.
"Sure," Clarke agrees. He places a hand on the small of her back as he leads her back to his friend just down the bar and Clarke can feel the heat of his palm through her dress. It unnerves her that he manages to have such an effect on her physically. Sure, it's been a while since she's had sex. Months. But this is something else entirely. She glances at him and he grins at her. His boyish smile sends heat throughout her entire body and she's knows pretty much screwed by that point. Or at least, she wants to be. By him, preferably.
"This is Murphy," Bellamy introduces her to his friend and she holds her hand out to shake. "Murphy, this is Claire." Murphy takes her hand and kisses it sloppily rather than shaking it.
"Charmed," he winks. "You can call me John."
"Literally no one calls you that," Bellamy snorts and Murphy glares at him. "You know what," Bellamy turns to Clarke. "Let's go sit somewhere else. Murphy's kind of a dick. Don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to introduce you." He rolls his eyes and Murphy lets out a squawk of protest but he doesn't follow them as Bellamy leads Clarke to a secluded booth.
Clarke briefly considers that maybe this shouldn't be so easy. She's barely said two sentences to the man, but it doesn't seem to matter to him. Maybe it's just obvious how badly she wants him. You can't sleep with him, Clarke, she reminds herself. But the fact that she really does want to sleep with him makes it easier to convince him that she does.
"So, Claire," Bellamy says, once they're sitting in the booth. Clarke brushes her knee against his under the table, accidentally-on-purpose. If he notices he doesn't give anything away. "What brings you here? No offence but it doesn't really seem like your kind of scene." He gestures to her dress and his eyes linger a little too long on her breasts. Okay, so maybe he was just being polite before. He definitely likes boobs.
"I got stood up at a restaurant down the road," Clarke sighs. "This was the first bar I came across. I wanted something to help me forget my humiliation."
"A drink?" Bellamy guesses.
"Or something," Clarke adds, her eyes skimming down his body as she moves a little closer to him. She hears his breath hitch and she knows she's got him where she wants him.
"And what about you, Bellamy? Were you waiting for someone else when I showed up?" Clarke asks, just to break the silence.
"I think you were exactly who I was waiting for," Bellamy smirks, having recovered from Clarke's obvious suggestion. His fingers lightly brush her thigh under the table, testing to see if she's okay with it. She's more than okay with it, and she shivers under his touch, wetness already gathering between her legs. She wants him, bad. She tries again to remind herself she can't actually have sex with him, but her body isn't really listening to her.
Bellamy leans in to her and her heart leaps pathetically and her pussy clenches in anticipation, thinking he's going to kiss her for a moment. But he just presses his lips against her ear and whispers, "Sorry if I'm being too forward, but my hotel is just around the corner. Do you want to get out of here?"
Clarke manages to keep her head just enough to remember why she's there, and she slips the drugs into his drink while his breath fans against her ear.
"Yes," she whispers. Bellamy pulls back and downs the remainder of his drink. Clarke hopes they make it to his hotel room before the drugs kick in.
Bellamy grabs her hand and drags her from the bar, not bothering to tell Murphy he's leaving. He kisses her as soon as they're out on the street and she's pressing herself against him, and she can feel from the hardness pressing through his jeans that he's as into this as she is. The short walk to his hotel room is a blur all sane thought leaves her as she loses herself in his mouth, hot on hers, his hands burning on her skin. She briefly wonders if the drugs are even going to work on him as he kicks his hotel room door open and pushes her inside, but the next second his hand sneaks under her dress and her mission is forgotten. She pulls at his shirt until he shrugs it off, and her dress shortly follows it to the floor and barely a moment passes before Bellamy's lips find the pulse point on her neck and he devours her greedily, backing her toward the bed. She moans, low and guttural as his rough fingers slip into her panties, teasing her folds, gently pressing against her clit. She falls back against the bed and Bellamy is quick to follow her, his hand still caressing her wet slit while his mouth finds its way to her hardened nipple.
"Bellamy," she moans, canting her hips towards him as a finger, and then another slides inside her. She's so close, and he's so good. She's panting and writhing as he thrusts his fingers into her, bringing her closer and closer to her desired destination. "Bellamy, I'm going to come," she tells him, breathing hard, her voice shaky. But she never gets the chance because as soon as the words have left her mouth he collapses on top of her, passed out. She gasps in surprise as his weight falls on her, and moans in desperate frustration when she realises he isn't going to be finishing the job.
It's only after she's selfishly bemoaned the loss of his fingers moving inside her that she remembers what she's really supposed to be doing. Right, the drugs. The jewellery. The mission.
"Fuck," she swears, pushing Bellamy's lifeless form away from her and rolling off the bed. She's incredibly horny at this point and desperately just wants to get herself off, but she's screwed up this mission enough already and she doesn't need to make it worse. She has to find the necklace.
She doesn't bother getting dressed as she pulls the hotel room apart, and she eventually finds a small briefcase in a hidden compartment in the wardrobe. She pulls the case out and drops to her knees, her hands shaking in anticipation as she flicks it open. There it is, the stolen diamond necklace, even more spectacular in real life. She grins, snapping the case closed. Mission accomplished. Or, almost at least.
"Put down the case, Clarke," she hears a deep voice behind her and she whips her head around to see a shirtless Bellamy pointing a gun at her head.
"How do you know my name?" she asks dumbly, voicing the first thought that comes into her head.
"Doesn't matter. Put the jewels down and I'll let you live," he growls.
"But you drank the drink… I put drugs in it," Clarke frowns, still not obeying his commands. She's way too confused to actually do what he says right now.
"No, I drank your drink. Now, you've got three seconds," Bellamy warns. "One…" Clarke sets the case down, slowly raising her hands above her head, her heart thumping in her chest. Fuck. She's totally fucked this up and now she's going to get shot in the head and someone's going to find her dead in her underwear. Well, at least it's nice underwear.
"Get on the bed," Bellamy orders. Clarke keeps her hands in the air as she walks over to the bed, sitting down at the head, her lips pursed. Bellamy walks over, still pointing the gun. He pulls a pair of handcuffs out of the top drawer of the bedside table, and while he's momentarily distracted Clarke kicks the gun from his right hand and tries to make a run for it. He's faster though and he quickly has her pinned to the bed, his body weighing down on her, his face only inches from hers. She hates the way her breath hitches at the proximity. Fuck this guy. (She's a little put out she never got the chance).
He smirks as he pulls away, cuffing her to the bed in the process.
"Well, this was fun," he says, putting his shirt and shoes back on. "Maybe we should do it again sometime."
"I hate you," is all Clarke can manage. She still can't figure out how he knew who she was, but she knows he must have known the whole time and would probably laugh about it later. How she fucked up the mission in her desperate attempt to fuck a guy. She's ashamed just thinking about it. She's also pissed that he was evil enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm and then leave her hanging. Bellamy just winks at her, picking up the briefcase and saunters out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"Fuck," Clarke swears again, dropping her head to the pillow. How the fuck is she going to explain this one to her boss? Especially considering her boss is her mother. Though judging from her predicament Bellamy has left her in, she'll have plenty of time to think about it.
So this is the third fic in my two week challenge. At this stage I don't have any immediate plans to continue it, but in the future (once I'm done with the two weeks) I might come back and add to it, so let me know if you'd be interested in that!