A/N: Hey! The reason that i'm writing these is just because i ship Bellarke so hard! sometimes i just want to read/write pure Bellamy and Clarke.

so This one is pretty much T rated. It's just the build up and their first kiss. Maybe i'll do another version of it that would be M rated but we'll see how it goes.
Bellarke scenarios can be requested and i am more than happy to write them!
Let me know what you think.

Bellamy caught Clarke out of the corner of his eye; her hair glistened in the sun like nothing he had ever seen before. Ever since they'd crashed onto Earth he found himself trying to steal glances at her as often as he could. Sure, there were other pretty girls here too but none of them were Clarke. What made things worse was she hated him. Every time Bellamy got the chance to talk to her they always ended up in a screaming match. He had no idea why he couldn't just be nice. So much sexual tension was fuelled by Bellamy's arguments with Clarke that he usually had to find relief in the beds of other girls. He'd built himself quite the reputation.
It was a rare occasion to find Clarke on her own and not being hovered over by Finn but today must have been Bellamy's lucky day.
He strode over as confidently as he could, trying to hide his nerves. She always made him nervous. He probably over compensated this with sarcasm and snarky comments but he just couldn't help it.
"What do you want, Bellamy?" Clarke growled as she cleared away empty ration packets from around the camp.
Bellamy stuttered. He hadn't thought of an excuse to talk to her. "Um, I just wanted to tell you that you're doing a good job with patching people up and stuff."
Bellamy cursed at his feeble excuse under his breath.
Clarke looked taken back, a frown formed on her face. "Hey, you haven't eaten any of those nuts that make you hallucinate have you?"
Bellamy smirked. "No. I just wanted to make sure you knew that I appreciate what you do."
Clarke pressed her soft fingers to his forehead. "Hmm, there's no fever. Are you sure you're not sick?"

Bellamy took Clarke's hand in his and tugged it gently from his face. Oh he was sick alright, just not the kind that could be fixed with seaweed or a couple days of bed rest. He shook his head. Clarke looked into his eyes and he was sure that she could see straight through his façade. The air grew colder just as night fell and the rest of the hundred has retreated to their tents. Clarke shivered at the emptiness. "Are you cold?" he asked, concerned.

Clarke shrugged. "Kinda."

Bellamy started to take off his jacket to wrap Clarke in it when she pulled away. "I should probably go back to my tent."
Bellamy sighed. "I'll walk you."
This was as close to Clarke he'd ever been without her wanting to bite his head off. "Don't screw it up." He murmured to himself.

When they reached Clarke's tent she motioned for him to follow her in. His heart began to pick up its pace to an alarming rate. "Whoa its freezing in here." Bellamy exclaimed. Clarke glanced down at the floor. "Yeah it is I suppose."

Bellamy looked around her tent. "Clarke, you don't even have a decent blanket or bed to sleep on. You can't continue to stay here like this."

How she managed to get any sleep at all in conditions like this baffled Bellamy. Or maybe she didn't. Either way she was still able to keep up with the best of them and save lives at the same time. He'd never met anyone quite so determined.

Clarke stared back at Bellamy, a quizzical look on her face. "It's not like ive got much of a choice, you know. You and your inner circle practically horde all of the decent supplies, the rest of us just have to make do."

Guilt swarmed in his chest. It was true, they had taken everything for themselves. He hadn't even given a second thought to what everyone else was living like.

"Well you cant stay here anymore, I forbid it. You're coming back with me."

Clarke scoffed. "You forbid it? Very funny, Bellamy. Just get the hell out of my tent."

Bellamy looked back, confused. "No I'm being serious. You're staying with me."

"No way." Clarke took a step back.

"Come on. Its warmer and ive got enough space for you to sleep comfortably. If you don't willingly agree I will take you back there myself."

Clarke's hands flew to her hips. "I don't take orders from you."

"Whatever, Princess." Bellamy scooped up Clarke and swung her over his shoulder. "Hey! Put me down right now!" Clarke squirmed.

She wriggled the whole walk over to his tent but she was only making things worse for him. Her perfect ass was shaking right next to his face and it took all of his will power not to just outright stare at it.
Bellamy gently placed Clarke down onto the soft furs of his bed. She immediately surveyed his tent, clearly look for ways to escape.
"Relax, Princess. I'm not going to bite. Well," he trailed off as he thought about the last night he'd spent with one of the girls and he'd bitten her then. She came so hard even he was surprised.
Clarke registered what he had implied and a steady blush began to creep up her face. "I've only ever been with one person. Just Finn and that was only once." Clarke confessed.

"I'm guessing it wasn't that great." Bellamy smirked. He expected Clarke to snap at him but she didnt.

Clarke raised herself from his bed. "It was pretty terrible."

This new found territory between himself and Clarke was enough to make his palms sweat. "It was disappointing. You know, everyone always talks about how great sex is and there was all this build up and it just wasn't."

Bellamy took a step closer to Clarke. "Well it is pretty damn great if you've got the right partner."

Clarke matched his step closer. "Oh really?"

"Mmhmm."

"Okay then. Who?"

"I think me and you would make an explosive team."

He didn't know where these lines were coming from but Clarke was clearly responding well.

Clarke bit her lips as she checked Bellamy out oh so blatantly. His cheeks flushed just a little. "Liking what we see, Princess?" he smirked.

Clarke trailed her finger along his torso. "Maybe."

All this dancing around what they both clearly wanted was starting to drive Bellamy mad. He reached out and pulled Clarke into him. She gazed up into his eyes before smiling cheekily. "Actually, I've been liking what I was seeing for a while now."

With that he reached down and crashed his lips onto hers.