Clarke woke up gasping for air and covered in sweat. She had been dreaming of the grounders coming to attack the camp. Ever since the grounder had escaped camp she couldn't shake the nagging fear out of her mind that they would all pay the ultimate price. All day Clarke worried about patients, and now all night she worried about grounders. She needed a break. She needed her dad. If she could only talk to him, she knew everything would be okay. But, because of her mom, she would never hear his voice again. Even though they had regained contact with the ark, Clarke had no intention of speaking to her mother, whom she had always relied on. Now she was feeling more alone than ever. Ever since Raven had come to camp, Finn had ignored her, but she was glad. She couldn't face him after everything that had happened between them, it would be too painful. The only person she really talked to was Bellamy, and that was just because they were the two leaders of the camp. They couldn't stand each other and were constantly at each other's throats screaming loud enough that the entire camp could hear.
Clarke stepped out of her tent to get some air, needing time away from her endless nightmares. Once outside she noticed how cold it had become as her breath came out in clouds. Walking around the camp at night was eerie but she would rather be there than back in her tent. Somehow, along her walk she found herself outside of Bellamy's tent. He had the tent to himself and had made sure it was the biggest. During the day it was like a command post, kids coming in and out with orders from Bellamy. At night it resembled more of a whorehouse, with a new girl every night, sometimes several at a time. Clarke stepped closer to Bellamy's tent, listening quietly to see if he had any "special visitors" that night. All of a sudden she felt breath on the back of her neck and spun around to see Bellamy standing behind her, smirking.
"What were you doing outside my tent at this hour Princess?" Clarke instantly felt herself blush a deep red, and she prayed Bellamy couldn't notice in the faint moonlight. "I was just on a walk around camp, that's all. But that's none of your business! What are you doing out here?" Clarke said, standing to her full height. "I was just taking a piss Princess, and if you've happened to forget this is MY tent," he responded. While speaking, Bellamy eyed her down and swept his eyes over his body, making it clear what he thought she had come there for. After a few seconds, Bellamy took a step towards Clarks, causing her to take a step back, practically in the doorway of his tent. "Bellamy, what the hell are you doing?" Clarke exclaimed. "I'm just giving you what you need Princess. You seem so tense; maybe I can help you. After all, my bed is empty tonight." At his words Clarke felt herself growing angry and embarrassed, how dare Bellamy say those things to her? Apparently he was more focused on getting in her pants than keeping the rest of the camp alive. As she raised her hand to slap him, Bellamy caught it and closed the distance between them.
Still holding her wrist in his giant hand, he crushed his lips to hers and wrapped his arm around her waist tightly, so she couldn't get away. Clarke's mouth remained frozen against his as she processed what had happened. Her open eyes took in the sight of Bellamy's face, and as much as she hated to admit it, his lips felt heavenly against hers. His lips seemed to be the remedy she had been searching for, to distract her from all of her other problems. All of this crossed her mind in a few seconds, and before either of them knew what was happening, Clarke twisted her hands in Bellamy's hair and began kissing him back.
Bellamy, surprised by her sudden participation dropped her wrist and began exploring her body with his hands. While doing this he parted her mouth and slipped his tongue inside, eliciting a soft sigh from Clarke. Once his hands had snaked their way down to Clarke's ass he pulled her up to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Never breaking the kiss, Bellamy pushed inside the tent and laid her down on his bed. Finally, both equally gasping for air, they broke apart and looked at each other. Bellamy's eyes were dark with lust as they stared into Clarke's and she returned she stare, expressing her need. "Clarke, I'm not going to be the guy to tell you to stop and think. If you're looking for someone to talk you down, I'm not that guy" Bellamy said as he gazed down at her. "I know, and what I want right now is for you to shut up and keep kissing me" Clarke said annoyed. As soon as the words left Clarke's mouth, Bellamy dove back to her lips, kissing her with a new fervor.
Clarke could feel him hardening against her thigh as they kissed and she decided to take some control. Quickly rolling Bellamy over so that she was on top she began to grind against him. Bellamy moaned into her mouth and quickly ripped her shirt off. Continuing to gyrate against him, Clarke sat up and unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts to Bellamy's hungry eyes. Bellamy quickly pulled Clarke back down to him and captured a nipple in his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers. Clarke gasped and felt herself growing increasingly wet. As he continued, Clarke's desire and need grew. "Fuck, Bellamy, I need you inside of me," Clarke said breathlessly. "Anything for you princess, but first, I want a taste of you," Bellamy whispered huskily back to her. Immediately Bellamy shed her of her pants and laid her down on the bed, while he was on his knees in front of her. Slowly sliding her panties off, Bellamy took in the sight of Clarke's naked body. After a second of appreciation, he dipped his head down and placed his hot mouth on her clit. Seeing her writhe in approval, Bellamy began to place soft kisses up her thigh while simultaneously dipping one finger into her. Clarke began to grind her hips against his face as he slowly started flicking his tongue on her clit. Clarke's moans filled the tent as he continued to increase his speed. Wanting to prove his skills to her, Bellamy slipped another finger inside of her, determined to make her cum, something he was sure Finn couldn't do. Clarke punctuated his thoughts with a load moan and he could see her legs shaking in pleasure. Bellamy quickly sucked her clit into his mouth, knowing it would be all she needed to cum for him, as it was. "I'm not done with you yet princess," Bellamy said as he stood and stripped his pants off.
Clarke, still coming off her high, could only watch and admire his perfect body. His tousled hair was the perfect complement to the spatter of freckles across his face. His body was lean and hard, and she couldn't wait to feel it in her hands. Finally naked, Bellamy positioned himself above her. Holding himself at her entrance, he slowly pushed his cock inside of her, inch by inch. He couldn't hold back the moan from his lips as he was fully enveloped by Clarke's wetness. Burying his face in her neck he began thrusting slowly into her at a pace that drove Clarke wild. Desperate to get Bellamy to go faster, Clarke scratched her nails down Bellamy's back while matching his thrusts with her body. Sensing her urgency Bellamy knew she didn't want him to be gentle, and he began fucking her ruthlessly. The tent was filled with sounds of skin on skin and their moans of pleasure as he pumped into her body. Without warning, Bellamy grabbed Clarke and flipped her over, ass up. Before she could think, Bellamy was back inside of her, slamming his cock into her from behind. Clarke saw stars as he hit spots she didn't know existed inside of her. She could feel another orgasm creeping up as he reached a hand up to squeeze her breasts. Bellamy was also getting closer as he repeatedly thrust into her tightness. The sound of Bellamy's moans filled the air as he thrust into her with all the energy he had, finally sending Clarke over the edge for the second time that night. As she came, she moaned Bellamy's name, unable to stop herself. Bellamy was also near release, the feeling of Clarke's orgasm around his cock, combined with hearing her say his name, making him lose control. Seconds later Bellamy pulled out of Clarke, shooting his hot cum all over her back, marking her as his while he said her name. He collapsed onto the bed next to Clarke and kissed her gently on the mouth. Clarke looked at him uncertainly, not quite knowing what to say. As Bellamy gently wiped Clarke clean, he gave her a look as if to say they would discuss it later.
Clarke could already feel herself drifting off to sleep, curled up in Bellamy's bed. Bellamy looked at her fluttering eyelids and decided he would let her stay. He never let a girl sleep over…until now at least. "One night can't hurt", he thought, and he pulled the animal furs around them. Bellamy, unable to sleep just yet, watched Clarke as she slept, wandering what she was dreaming about. "You aren't so bad like this," he whispered. After a while, Bellamy slowly sunk down into the bed, and slowly slipped an arm around Clarke's waist, pulling her body against his, making sure she wouldn't wake up. He couldn't have Clarke waking up to find him cuddling her body while she slept. Seeing that she was sound asleep, Bellamy finally closed his eyes, perfectly content. They would worry about the consequences of their actions in the morning.
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