So I felt like writing a oneshot of Bellarke where Bellamy asks for relationship advice in the modern world and yada yada yada.
Enjoy.
Her phone buzzed on her nightstand, and Clarke mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like a cuss. She reached over and grabbed her phone, blinking and closing her eyes, peering at her phone. The infamous Bellamy Blake had texted her, at 3:00 in the god forsaken morning?
Princess, I need your help.
Never thought I'd hear that. What do you need so damned early?
Relationship advice, or, how to get one.
She wasn't really sure why, but her heart and stomach dropped when he said that, and she sat up.
Relationship advice?
Yup. I need help on winning this girl over.
She cringed.
Didn't know Bellamy Blake needed help wooing a girl over.
Princess come on, before I come over there.
First, you have to tell me who you're trying to woo.
Off limits Princess.
You're not getting my help until you tell me.
He hadn't texted back, and Clarke sighed, dropping her head back onto her pillow. About 30 minutes later she was startled awake by a pounding on her door, and she gasped as she sat up, and jumped out of the bed, practically running to the door in a sleepy haze. "What?!" She wrenched the door open, stopping when she saw Bellamy in front of her. "Bell-?" She didn't have time to speak before he was in her apartment, kicking the door shut behind him as his lips found hers. She'd be lying if she said this wasn't nice, but she had to stop this. She pulled away, shoving Bellamy back. "What the hell?" She stared at him in shock, her lips tingling where his just were. "You." He said, staring at me with what looked like a longing in his eyes. "Me?" She responded, confused, her expression changing. "You're the one I'm trying to win over." He says simply, and her eyes go wide in realization. She moves forward now, this time, the kiss on her terms as their lips connect. She sighed into the kiss, her arms going around his neck and his hands going to her waist. He turned them around and pressed Clarke back against a wall, and trailed kisses down to her neck, sucking on the skin behind her ear. She gasped out his name, and his grip tightened on her as he ground his hips into her. He backed away, and they collapsed into the bed together, Clarke starting to giggle as they tangled into the sheets.
Shortly that morning, she was still awake, tracing patterns on Bellamy's bare arm. "What're you doing princess?" He said, his voice husky and groggy. She smiled, not taking her eyes off her hand, which contrasted sharply against Bellamy's tanned skin. "Nothing.." She muttered, and closed her eyes, snuggling closer into her side. "So, did I woo you?" He said, his voice teasing. She opened her eyes and looked up, leaning up to kiss him gently. "I'd say you did okay." She smiled, and he laughed. That's when she knew that she was truly won over by him. She got up, and sat on his lap, straddling him. "I am thoroughly woo'd." She leaned down and kissed him, grinning as Bellamy kissed her back, smiling. Something told her this was going to become a regular thing..
Sooooooo yay or neigh? I think it was great, but that makes me sound like a snob. Hoped you all liked it! :3