A/N So I was gonna update 'I Need You' but well I've hit a small block halfway through so I wrote this instead. This is partly based off a prompt on tumblr mixed with a plot bunny that I already had. Enjoy!

The sounds of laughter could be heard out in the hallway from the apartment that the three girls shared. Clarke, Raven and Octavia were all dancing around the living room, the three of them all dolled up and ready to party.

"Oh, girls just wanna have fun!" Octavia sang as she serenaded Raven, using a can of hairspray as a pretend microphone.

Laughing Clarke picked up her little clutch bag just as Raven turned off the music, causing Octavia to whine.

"Hey, I was singing to that!" she laughed.

"Yeah but we're going to be late," Clarke pointed out as she smoothed down the non existent creases in the dress Octavia had insisted she buy for tonight.

"Annndd," Raven drawled. "It's my birthday, so I say when we leave. And frankly, O, your singing will my ears ringing for days."

Octavia laughed as she playfully hit the older girl in the shoulder. "Oh haha, you love my singing. I have no idea what you're on about. My singing is the bomb."

"Is that why all those cats were yowling?" Raven quipped back as Octavia pouted at her.

Clarke just shook her head at the pair, her loose curls bouncing against her shoulders. They were prone for their little arguments, both of them always joking and then hugging it out afterwards.

"Oh and my brother's coming tonight, R said it was okay," Octavia announced as she shot Clarke a look as Raven smirked.

Clarke let out a small groan. She and Octavia's brother didn't have the best record, especially for two people who had never actually met. Sure she and O had been friends since they were fourteen, but with him living and working over an hour away, they had yet to meet.

"Sexual tension, that's all I'm saying," Raven muttered as she tugged on her black cardigan on top of the bright red strapless dress she had on.

"How," Clarke pondered as they shuffled out the door, their heels clicking against the floor. "Can I have sexual tension with a guy I've never met?"

The two brunettes shrugged at her as she locked the door, tucking the keys into her clutch bag.

"You always argue," Octavia supplied with a shrug.

"And you're both too stubborn for your own good," Raven chimed in. "We had to practically bribe you to come out tonight and it's my birthday."

Clarke let out a small sigh. Raven was partly right, not about being stubborn but the fact they had kind of bribed her. The past few days she had felt like she was coming down with something, but the lure of getting new paints was too tempting to pass even if she knew they were joking. Still it was good that she could get dressed up and let loose for one night.

"Where are we meeting the others?" Octavia asked once they were outside as Clarke flagged down a cab.

Clarke rolled her eyes. There was a reason they dubbed her as the sensible one. "We said we'd meet them there."

"I'm only twenty-three once. Now come on, it's party time!" Raven sang doing a little twirl.

(*)

As the cab came to a stop outside the club, the gang were already there and waiting. Harper who was in a blue dress, had her arms crossed hugging herself for warmth despite having Monty's jacket on.

Both Monty and Jasper were looking handsome in their shirt and ties (well bow tie in Monty's case) whilst Miller had opted for the non-tie option.

"Looking good girls," Jasper commented his eyes lingering over Octavia a little too long.

A look of disappointment flashed across his brown eyes, when the tall handsome Lincoln sidled up to Octavia, his arms wrapping around her protectively. Octavia smiled up at her boyfriend as she kissed his cheek.

"Hey handsome," Clarke heard her mutter as Jasper turned his attention else where.

Sheepishly Lincoln looked around and Clarke knew he was looking for Bellamy; Octavia older and very protective big brother. From what her best friend had told her, their first meeting hadn't gone to plan and that had been almost six months ago. Things were better now but Lincoln was still wary of the older Blake. No doubt he had found out that Bellamy had beaten Atom; Octavia's first boyfriend, up for hurting her.

Rubbing his hands together, Miller announced, "Lets get this party started!"

With that they all shuffled into the mayhem of neon lights, sweaty bodies pressed against one another and blaring music.

(*)

So far Clarke was enjoying her night. It was fun to let her hair down and have a good time once in a while. They had frequented an array of clubs, quiet ones, big, noisy ones and even a crappy one called 'The Hive'.

In each of them Raven got a free birthday drink and they were allowed in the VIP of the new club called 'Mount Weather' that was for exclusive people. They didn't stay there too long, a group of Lincoln's old friends had tried to cause trouble so they had swiftly exited.

Eventually towards the end of the night they ended up in 'The Dropship' a little pub owned by Raven's friend Wick. Clarke and Octavia had teased her endlessly about him, knowing she had a crush on him. It was only a matter of time they would hook up, Octavia had bet Clarke on it.

The infamous Bellamy Blake still had yet to grace the group with his arrogant presence and Clarke was glad. Maybe after all the drinks she had, had she would forget what an ass he was usually to her when he chose to yell things to her whilst on the phone to Octavia.

Sure they argued a lot over social media or even when he phoned up Octavia to check on her, either way they always ended up in a heated argument about one thing or another. And on top of that he called her 'Princess' a stupid nickname all because she had grown up in the finer side of life.

"Hey, Clarke,"Octavia said as she tapped her shoulder. "I'm going back to Lincoln's. When he arrives tell my ass of a brother he was waayyy too late to the party." Laughing Octavia gave Clarke a kiss on the cheek before waving goodbye as she and Lincoln made to exit the pub.

From where Jasper was stood by the jukebox, he gave a thumbs up to Monty as music started to play. Clarke couldn't help but laugh as the song 'I've Had The Time Of My Life' came on.

Just like in Clarke's favourite film 'Dirty Dancing' that she had watched far too many times, at the right point Jasper and Monty motioned for Raven to run at them and she did. They caught her just in time lifting her up in the air between them. The look of Raven's face was of pure happiness and Clarke thought the song summed up her night pretty well.

When the song came to an end and the boys put Raven, who was still laughing, down it was then she saw him.

Clarke had managed to avoid him for the past year and a half since they had split after she had found out she was the other woman. To Raven none the less, it was how they became friends after the initial 'I hate you' stage.

"Oh shit!" Clarke exclaimed just as Harper pulled her 'uh-oh shit's gonna happen' face and motioned to the boys.

His hair was longer than the last time she had seem him and he had a strange look in his eyes as he swept the room.

Raven who was near stopped talking to Miller and hurried over to her quick. "Sorry I didn't tell you, but he's my family," she slurred at her.

Clarke nodded. She understood in a way but that wouldn't make this any less awkward. As the brunette hurried off, on impulse Clarke hurried up to the bar. As she hopped up onto the bar stool, she kept one hand firmly on the hem of her dress to stop it from riding up.

"Vodka and coke, please," she told Wick, who was watching Raven and Finn intensely, when he came over. "And heavy on the vodka."

Wick chortled as he said, "Coming right up."

"Trouble in paradise?" a deep voice asked from next to her.

In her haste to try and disappear from Finn's line of vision she hadn't even noticed the guy next to her. He was handsome as hell, with tanned skin and a covering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, a smirk plastered on his face. The guy followed her gaze to where Finn handed over a small wrapped box before hugging Raven.

"No," Clarke replied a little too sharply. "Sorry," she muttered as Wick placed her drink in front of her along with a shot glass of vodka. She downed it immediately feeling the burn at the back of her throat.

With his dark curly hair and leather jacket, there was a look about him that caused warning signs to go off at the back of her mind, but Clarke ignored them.

"Another please, Wick," she mumbled as she pushed the shot glass across the bar back to him.

"I'll have one too," the guy announced as Wick produced another glass as the guy paid him.

At the same time they both downed their glass, letting them bang as they came back into contact with the bar. Clarke shook her head feeling the buzz rush over her. If only her mother could see her now, not so angelic now am I, Clarke thought. All of that alcohol was sure to leave her with a pounding headache in the morning but she didn't care. Tonight was for fun and that it was.

"Urgh," Clarke groaned to herself as she sipped at the vodka and coke. Finn was glancing in her direction and she felt herself tapping her newly painted nails (thanks to Octavia) against the bar in irritation.

"What's got under your skin? Or should I say who?"

Clarke watched the guys gaze flicker to where Finn was and then back again, his eyebrows raised at her. "Ex-boyfriend," she supplied just as said ex started to head towards her. "Please pretend to be into me," Clarke blurted out, wishing she didn't have to resort to this.

"I sure as can do that," Bellamy smirked as her big blue eyes widened as she looked at him with hope, as he thought about how hot the blonde looked in that purple dress.

She felt his calloused hand brush over her cheek and before she could back out she moved closer to him as he tipped her head up to bring his lips to hers. They were soft and tasted like vodka, he didn't try to pry her lips open like she thought he might and his hands stayed firmly in place; one on her waist, the other cupping her face.

Maybe she had this guy all wrong. Maybe the hard exterior was a defence, Clarke thought as she nicked his bottom lip and he let out a low moan. That sound was all she needed to let his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. This wasn't her but somehow it felt right.

It was her who pulled back, their foreheads touching as she tried to steady her breathing because damn this guy was a good kisser. Stood before them was Finn whose jaw was practically hitting the floor and Raven who was looking smug. The brunette had a smirk on her face as she glanced between the pair of them and Clarke hoped to god she wouldn't blow her cover.

"Finn," Clarke greeted as she plastered a smile on her face. "This is my-uh- boyfriend," she stuttered hoping she sounded flustered, rather than the fact she was trying to pull off a guy she just met as her new boyfriend.

Finn's dark eyes washed over the man next to her before glancing back at her. "I'm happy for you," he said with a shrug. "I'm glad you've found someone."

"Nice to see you, Bellamy," Raven called over her shoulder as she allowed Finn to pull her up onto the small dance floor where Jasper was doing some weird dance as the others cheered him on.

"Bellamy!" Clarke exclaimed wondering just how many Bellamy's Raven could possibly know. "You're Octavia's brother!?"

Bellamy blinked at her. "You mean you're the Princess?"

"Well shit," Clarke cursed. "Bu-but you're an ass."

"I didn't see you complaining when you asked me to kiss you," he smirked.

Clarke smacked his chest, his shirt bunching up under her fingers. "I-I-" she stammered as she motioned for another shot from Wick. "I had no idea who you were."

"The feeling's mutual," Bellamy replied.

Downing her shot once more Clarke stifled a yawn as the glass hit the bar. She made to get up off the bar stool but instead of being all graceful she nearly fell on her arse. It was lucky Bellamy caught her in those strong arms of his. Clarke felt her cheeks burning as she thought about those arms wrapping around her and pinning her against the bar as he kissed her.

Shaking the thought from her mind, she could not believe she had just thought that.

"Thanks," Clarke whispered grateful he had caught her.

"I'd suggest if you want the ex to forget about you, then let me take you home. You're pretty drunk, Princess."

"Am not," Clarke protested even though she knew she was. "You're the drunken one."

Bellamy laughed as he shrugged his shoulders at her. "Not gonna deny that. Lets get you home, Princess, okay?"

Without any other excuse Clarke nodded as he slipped off his jacket, passing it to her. Pulling it around her shoulders, the collar tickled and as she made to adjust it, Clarke inhaled his scent. He smelt like the woods and smoke, it was strange but it worked.

Bellamy offered her his arm and she slipped hers through it. Smiling they left The Dropship pub and began the short walk home.

(*)

Clarke had thought it would have been awkward, she had just kissed her best friends brother all in the name of proving she had moved on to better (and more sexy) things. As well as fantasized about him kissing her up against the bar, talk about awkward. Yet as Bellamy walked her home, she like the close contact of their arms, the way he smiled at her when she stumbled and he told her to be careful.

Their conversation was light and not once did they argue which must have been a record considering how much they would over the phone. There was just something about him and she had been right about his look being a defence, she was sure of it.

This Bellamy was the big brother of Octavia's not the ass she made him out to be at times, or the one that liked to argue with Clarke. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, maybe not. But Clarke decided she liked this side of Bellamy.

She'd like it a lot more if he kissed her again too. Clarke scolded herself for her mental thought as she rummaged in her clutch for her keys. As she pulled them out she made a little 'Ah-ha' sound which earned her a snigger from Bellamy.

"Two, forty-six," Clarke mused as she saw the time on the microwave, dropping her clutch onto the worktop. "Shit is it really that late?" As she turned around she saw that Bellamy was hovering in the doorway. "Well come in then, I'm pretty sure O wouldn't want me to be a bad host."

Shrugging his jacket off her shoulders she handed it back to him, a small mutter of thanks escaped her lips as his fingers brushed hers. A small shock of electricity passing through them.

"You might as well stay," Clarke told him feeling her eye lids growing heavier. "It is late after all. The couch is pretty comfy." Bellamy laughed as Clarke waved a hand at him before calling, "Night," over her shoulder as she headed down the hall to her room.

"Night," he replied.

As he sank onto their couch Bellamy let out a sigh. Sure had seen the odd picture of her, especially since Octavia had taken to posting so many on her social networking sites. But when he saw her for the first earlier, she looked so different. She was nothing like the 'Princess' he had pictured in his head.

As for kissing his little sister's best friend the first time they met, well that was off the scale. He couldn't believe it! She wasn't a bad kisser, he'd give her that and she was surprisingly cute, not that he'd ever admit that to anyone. But god of all the things to do when you first meet someone, Bellamy laughed to himself. It would only happen to him.

Brushing the magazine on the coffee table aside he found the TV remote, pressing the button to turn it on. Kicking his shoes off, he leaned back against the cushion flicking through the channels.

(*)

He must have fallen asleep at some point because when Bellamy awoke his neck felt stiff from where his head had been lolling on his shoulder and his lips were dry. The sounds of a female voice crying out were what woke him and he looked around the apartment worried.

It was only then he realised that Octavia had rang him the previous night to say she was staying at Lincoln's and if the looks Raven had been giving the bar tender, then it was safe to say she wasn't here either. That left the person to be Clarke. The Princess.

The know it all, stubborn, spoiled Princess he had come to hate because of her constant need to argue with him. He had often wondered how Octavia had become friends with Clarke, the two were as different as can be. Yet after last night he felt like he was seeing the blonde in a different light and not just because she was a good kisser or had a smoking hot body.

The cries grew louder as Bellamy tried to decipher whether they were from the film that was playing on the TV or if in fact they were coming from the room down the hall.

Clarke sat up in bed with a jolt, her blanket was all twisted with her legs and half of her quilt was hanging over the side of the bed from where she had tossed and turned. Letting out a sigh, she told herself, "Just a dream. Nothing but a dream."

But the looming thought of the fire that had killed not only her father but best friend; Wells too hung over her. Looking to her glass on her bed side table she found it empty. Leaning back against her headboard, Clarke felt the steady thump of her headache and she groaned when she looked at her clock; four, fifty nine am.

Letting out a yawn, Clarke untangled herself before swinging her legs out of bed. She could feel the cold floor beneath her and she was glad she had her fluffy socks on. Grabbing an old grey cardigan off her desk chair she pulled it on as she left her room, glass in hand.

As she moved down the hallway she saw the light of the TV, it wasn't until she saw that it was neither of her room mates that she remembered what had happened.
"You okay, Princess?" Bellamy asked taking in the blonde's dishevelled appearance and the fact she looked as if she might have been crying. He was trying not to focus on the fact she only had on little blue pyjama shorts and a tank top.

"Nightmare," Clarke mumbled rubbing at her eyes, as she padded across to the kitchen. Pulling her tatty grey cardigan tighter around her, unsure as to why she was telling him this.

He nodded in response, Octavia used to get nightmares all the time when she was younger, , they were especially bad after their mom had died and then again after the Atom incident. He only knew of those because Clarke had emailed him about them and he had found himself comforting her when she had come to stay with him for a bit to get away from everything.

"Watcha' watching?"

Bellamy shrugged as he ran a hand over the base of his neck, a nervous habit he had. "Some soppy film maybe, I'm not even sure I just woke up."

Clarke nodded hoping that he hadn't woken because of her. She knew she could be loud sometimes, that the cries were unbearable. Octavia had even been reduced to tears one night because of them too. Filling her glass with water, Clarke searched the cupboard for the box of paracetamol before taking two.

She knew she wouldn't go back to sleep, not know. Many a morning Raven had found her half asleep on the couch having found comfort in falling asleep to the soothing voices on the TV.

Wandering over to the couch she sat on the opposite end to Bellamy, pulling the patchwork blanket off the back and making to cocoon herself in it.

"Come here," Bellamy said softly, opening his arms out.

The look in his brown eyes told Clarke that he understood, she knew Octavia had the same problem with nightmares and that he was always there to comfort her. Reluctantly she scooted over as he shifted, swinging his legs onto the couch. Settling in between them Clarke leaned her head against his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from him.

Wrapping his arms around, he heard Clarke let out a content sigh as she pulled her blanket up over to the two of them and he smiled to himself.

"Night, Bellamy," Clarke uttered in barely a whisper as she suppressed another yawn.

"Night, Princess," Bellamy muttered into her hair as he kissed her forehead wondering if maybe their future now held a different fate.

A/N Ta-dah, first go at a Bellarke AU which ended up being longer than planned, oops. Leave a review with your thoughts, maybe, they make my day :D This can also be found on my tumblr(maybebringgunswillbeouralways). Also 'Rubicon' man what an episode, it was so intense and action packed and awesome as usual!

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, The 100 and it's characters are Kass Morgan's, Jason Rothenburg's and the CW's. The songs 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' by Cyndi Lauper and 'I've Had The Time Of My Life' by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes aren't mine either, neither is the film 'Dirty Dancing'. I own nothing.