I Need You, We Need You.
'You can find comfort in the most unexpected ways.'
Chapter One
Bellamy's head dropped down, looking at the ground. He thought no one needed him, no one cared for him, but he was wrong. Clarke had to make him realize this. She had to show him he was needed.
Moving ever so slowly, she kneeled down in front of him, dismissing the stab of pain that shot through her abdomen. Lifting her hands and placing them on each side of his face, she guided him to look at her.
Their eyes locked.
"I need you, we all need you, Bellamy," she whispered, rubbing her forefingers along his cheek.
His expression was unreadable.
"You can't run Bellamy; you have to come back with me."
Surprising herself, she made the first move; her mouth came down onto his. It wasn't a forceful, demanding kiss, it was gentle and soft. She wasn't even sure what possessed her to do it, but it felt right.
She brushed her lips across his.
After a small moment of hesitation, Bellamy grabbed her arms and pulled her towards him, beginning to move his lips against hers.
Clarke whimpered, her mouth opened and he took that as a opportunity to slide his slick tongue inside, against hers.
His hands cupped the back of her head, while his fingers tangled in her hair, deepening the kiss.
They broke away, gasping for air, air that they didn't want, but needed. Their foreheads rested against one another, eyes still closed.
"We shouldn't have done that," Clarke whispered against his mouth.
"I know."
Bellamy dipped his head lower to the crook of her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent, he placed open wet kisses on her neck.
"It's wrong," she moaned in pleasure, her hands on his shoulder holding him.
He suckled on her skin. "Very wrong."
"I don't like you."
"I don't like you either," Bellamy murmured against her skin, his hot breath tickled her skin.
She was breathless; her mind was complete utter mush. "Are we going to stop?"
He pushed her back until she was flat on the ground and he lay on top of her.
She was anticipating his next move while they both looked at each other, gazing in each other's eyes.
Bellamy captured her bottom lip in between his teeth, "No."
"Good to know."
Their lips moved together in a more passionate way, almost desperate. It was as if they were trying to rid themselves from all their problems.
When his tongue swirled around hers forcefully she arched her back up, craving friction, craving any type of contact to relieve the quickly building pressure down below.
All the pain from her wound on her abdomen had disappeared and was replaced with intensive need, want, and desire.
"Just sex?" Bellamy asked.
Clarke knew precisely what he meant. He wanted this to be a one-time thing and that was exactly what she wanted. Both of them trying to find comfort in each other was what this was about. Of course there was something between them both- some sort of tension- she wasn't an idiot, but she knew giving into that would destroy everything.
Prodding herself up by her arms, she switched their positions and straddled him then nodded, silently answering his question.
She bit her lip and looked down at him. Bellamy smirked and threaded his fingers through hers. Then he pulled her flushed against his chest.
"You are beautiful," he said against her lips and kissed her again.
Moving her hands down to her pants, she unzipped them, with the help of Bellamy and a few uncomfortable movements she managed to shimmy them down her legs, her panties followed.
He rolled her over onto her back, without disconnecting their lips and used his knees to help spread her legs so he could fit snugly in between them. Quickly, he stopped and ridded himself of his top and pants before coming back down onto her.
Clarke moaned in pleasure when she felt him harden on the inside of her thigh and she closed her eyes in utter bliss.
His fingers lightly trailed a pattern on her skin just below the hem of her top were her skin was exposed and he then hurriedly moved her top up, taking it off. "Perfect," he was gazing at her breasts which were still covered by her bra.
"Bellamy," she whimpered, gaining his attention. "Please, I need you. Inside me, now."
Not wanting to deny her, he positioned himself at her slick entrance and pushed himself in half way. They both moaned loudly, then he moved all the way in- filling her to the hilt.
It felt so right, so warm and she felt complete.
Wait," he halted, gazing down at her. "I want to go deeper, is that okay?"
He wanted to go deeper? She didn't know if that was even possible. "Yes," she said, breathlessly.
He looped his arm under her knee and brought it higher up on his hip.
When he drove back into her she cried in pleasure. "Oh my god."
Reaching for her hair, he brushed it away from her face and kissed her cheek, "feel good, princess?"
"Mmhh."
A few more strokes and his hand travelled between their bodies; seeking out her most sensitive area.
And when he sank his teeth into the soft skin on her shoulder, she cried out, her orgasm reached. Her inner walls clenched around him, sending him down the road to his own release.
Two more thrusts and his impending release shot into her. He kissed and licked her neck and shoulder, while he softened inside of her.
Her chest was heaving against his, a moment later he pulled out of her and stood up.
"As much as I would like to stay like this with you for longer," he pulled his pants on. "We should make our way back to camp."
Clarke would be lying if she said that didn't hurt, but this was her decision just as much as his.
"Of course," she agreed, reaching for her own clothes.
They both dressed in silence then Clarke started walking back towards camp, Bellamy reached out and grabbed her hand, causing her to look at him. He leaned forward as if he was going to kiss her, immediately she moved back and shook her head.
"We shouldn't have done that."
Bellamy nodded, "I know... let's go."