I am yet to complete my other story'I will not let Bellamy Blake Affect me' but I was feeling inspired to start anew so this is just a quick first look at my new story! This was written fairly spontaneously so I am uncertain of its future but hopefully I'll be inspired to continue for a while!
Ps. If you are a reader of my other story his doesn't mean that I am giving up on it but it does probably mean that it will finish fairly soon x

There was a bright light pressing harshly against the backs of my eyelids, disrupting my previously peaceful sleep. I sighed, rolling onto my stomach, flinging my arm sideways and burying my face into the pillow. It took me a moment to realize that my arm should have made contact with someone else. Sleepily I opened one eyelid and took in the empty space beside me. The morning sun was streaming in through a gap in the tent and the material walls themselves were a gentle orange, lit up by the sunlight. I was lying across the bedding, blankets hiked up around my waist. Frowning I lifted myself onto my elbows and took in the empty tent. I then realized that I was wearing an unfamiliar oversized navy t-shirt, with nothing but my underwear underneath. My heart hammered as the memories of the previous night rushed back in one sudden whoosh.

Bellamy.

His fingers pressed against my spine, digging into my hips, tracing my cheekbones, tugging at my hair. My fingers, digging into his back, smoothing along his abdominals, tangling in his dark hair. Moving with him, gentle, gentle, his whispered 'is this okay?', his moans, his gasps of, 'Clarke, Clarke, Clarke' and my body desperate, rising rising rising and ohh.

My cheeks flushed violently and I slapped my palms against them, feeling the heat through my fingers. I had slept with Bellamy Blake. My first escapade was with Bellamy Blake. I suddenly felt faint.

Bellamy and I had kissed before, in moments of heightened emotions and strange desires, but it had never progressed further than that. Our first kiss had been after we'd survived an assault from the grounders and everyone was high with relief and happiness and in the chaos he'd pressed his lips to mine wildly. The second and third had been under the influence of moonshine. And last night, last night we had simply been up late making plans for the grounders and the proximity had felt charged and everyone else had gone to sleep and the closeness was electrifying and somehow, we'd ended up here.

I scrubbed my fingers into my eyelids, trying to clear my thoughts. What did this mean? The two of us had only ever been friends, that had been established, and some days we weren't even that. We bickered and made cruel jabs at each other and always had. Of course we had managed to work together and as a team as of late and we had managed to form something of a friendship but I had absolutely no idea what this meant for us. All I knew was that my heart beat quickened at the thought of his lips pulling into that teasing smile when he looked at me.

I looked around for my clothes and pulled on my dark jeans, yanking Bellamy's shirt over my head and dropping it in the corner and replacing it with my own shirt and my bra. The air was chilly outside so I tugged my jacket over the top, attempting to smooth down my hair and tame it into something presentable. Unfortunately I could only find one sock amongst the tangle of blankets and I was suddenly too desperate to escape the compromising position I was in by being in his tent, to find it. So I ended up tugging on my boots, one with a sock and one without. I peeked out through the gap in the fence and confident that no one was around I ducked outside quickly.

Unfortunately, I had been wrong. Raven rounded the corner just as I straightened up, her eyes on my hair and my guilty expression. Her mouth turned up in a smirk, "It was finally your turn was it Princess?"

I opened my mouth to reply but she'd already disappeared off into another tent. But my stomach turned at her words. I was meant to be Clarke Griffin, leader of the 100, medic and entirely reliable and responsible member of the camp. I was not meant to fall under the charm of Bellamy Blake and become another of his conquests. I briefly felt as though I was going to throw up. What the hell had I done?

I shook my head and inhaled deeply, tugging my jacket tighter around me and headed toward the drop ship. I was going to go about my usual duties and eventually I would speak to Bellamy and work out what had happened. I was Clarke Griffin and there was no way I was going to let a boy get in the way of the important tasks at hand, nor my leadership ability. Even if that boy did have hair that I wanted to run my hands through at every opportunity.

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