The smell of hot butter drew Clarke into the kitchen by her nose.
Walking up behind Bellamy she wraps her arms round his bare waist and nuzzles between his shoulder blades, drawing in his warm muskiness and tickling him with her fluttering eyelashes.
"Are you making me pancakes?" She asks as she stand on tip toes to peer over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of what he's cooking.
"Maybe?" He says, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple. "Isn't that what a Princess deserves?"
Nodding and giving him a smile she jumps up on the work surface (to the left of the cooker) to watch Bellamy as he concentrates on the pancakes as they begin to bubble. Flexing his wrist he flips them, they're a perfect golden brown on the cooked side- He grins in delight at his expertise. It's a glorious site to behold. Messy black curls, hard tanned muscular shoulder with a red tea towel draped on it and that kissable smile.
Clarke's mouth drys, she swallows. She's suddenly not that hungry anymore- Well not for food anyway.
Looking around she spies the chocolate frosting that Octavia had left over from her cupcake making yesterday. Picking up the bowl she proceeds to dip her finger into the frosting and gets it nicely coated in frosting. She deliberately avoids looking at Bellamy and keeps all her concentration on the frosting and her fingers.
Lifting her finger to her lips she begins to slowly lick the frosting off. Mouth open, tongue slightly out she licks up the front of her finger - emitting a soft moan of pleasure as the sweet chocolate goodness hits her tongue.
The air's disturbed as Bellamy turns to watch her - She's got his attention. Not looking at him she closes her eyes as she encases her whole finger in her mouth. Closing her lips around the finger, she drags her lips along it, pulling all the frosting off into her mouth and releases the tips of her finger with a pop.
Swallowing the last of the frosting, she licks her lips and opens her eyes to catch his staring at her in undisguised lust. Before she can say anything, the gas is off the pancake pan tossed to the back of the cooker and she's in Bellamy's arms.
"What about the pancakes?" She squeals in laughter has he tosses her over his shoulder and drags his nails over the fleshiness of her ass.
"Fuck the pancakes!" He growls as his strides towards his room.
She smiles into his back - He always has the best ideas.