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Clarke can't hide her smile as she watches people stumble about, excited chatter floating by her as they point to the stars, the trees, to earth. She'd barely got a minute to enjoy it when they landed, Wells had all but dragged her out of the drop ship demanding that they get to Mount Weather. Part of her had worried, scared they wouldn't last one night without supplies but the bigger part of her rebelled. She'd been sent here to die and she hadn't, so why couldn't she enjoy one fleeting moment of irresponsible behaviour. She was sick of worrying about everyone else; besides her mother had all but told her she should resist the urge to protect everyone. So she point blank told Wells she wasn't going anywhere; actively ignoring the disappointed look on his face and had immediately set off exploring. She'd returned just as dusk had settled to find the rest of the 100 relishing in their new found freedom.

So here she was, standing beneath the stars, gazing at the flowers that grew around her. With a satisfied sigh she kicked off her shoes, wriggling her toes against the grass with a giggle.

"Enjoying your first night on earth, Princess?"

She startled, turning abruptly and diving nose first into someone's solid chest. A little dazed she pressed a hand against solid muscle and pushed back to look up at the smirking face of Bellamy Blake. It was hard not to notice him. Wells had got into it with him pretty hard over whether they should leave the drop ship and then again about going for the supplies. She'd hung back from the fight, not wanting to be thrown into the same royalty category that Wells had stumbled into. She wanted to coexist peacefully with everyone. It seemed it was a little too late for that judging by her new nickname.

She quirked a brow in response trying to appear unruffled, "Aren't you?"

"Apparently not as much as you." He pointedly looked at her bare feet.

She repressed the urge to blush as she countered, "None of us have ever felt it before, aren't you curious?"

He gave her a slow once over, seemingly unconcerned that she knew very well what he was doing, "That's not what I'm interested in."

"Wha-" She started before noticing the amused look on his face, "Oh."

This time she couldn't stop the flush from making its way along her cheeks. Bellamy grinned before bending at the waist to pick a bright yellow flower that she'd been admiring earlier. She was so busy admiring the way his muscles in his arms flexed that she jumped a little as he tucked the flower behind her ear. She was a little taken aback by the sweet gesture.

"So, Jaha Junior and you?" He trailed off his meaning hanging there loud and clear.

"God, no!" She spluttered, a little horrified that people might believe Wells and her were a couple, "Gross."

He laughed, a breathless little thing like he didn't remember how to do it properly, "So, no then?"

She grinned and shook her head. She peered up at him under her lashes, only to find him staring back at her, rather intensely.

"So, some of us have set up tents for the night. We can't all fit in the drop ship, not comfortably anyway. Do you have anywhere set up yet?"

His words were casual, business like even, like he was just trying to establish where everyone was stationed for the night. His tone however was deep and teasing and he took a step closer to her as he spoke. This was an immensely bad idea. She was not the girl to have a wild and reckless one night stand with a boy she barely knew. On the other hand she was also meant to be dead in a month so she figured she should be forgiven for anything she did after this point. Bellamy was attractive, ridiculously so and she'd noticed more than a few girls approach him throughout the night so it was more than a little flattering that he'd sought her out instead. He was still staring at her and it was making her insides squirm in a pleasant way.

"I don't." She cleared her throat to speak a little more evenly, "Do you know somewhere?"

"Yeah."

The next thing she knew her hand was gripped in his, her shoes griped in the other as he smoothly navigated them through the crowd and into one of the larger tents, a little off to the side of the others. He let go of her once they were inside to pull the tarp over the door more securely before turning to face her.

"Do you-"

Clarke had no idea what came over her but she'd all but lunged at the poor guy, her fingers griping his shirt as her lips pressed sharply against his. To Bellamy's credit it took him little to no time to respond, his hands tugging her jacket off her shoulders and to the ground as he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. She parted them willingly and let out a little moan as they kissed deeper. He seemed to approve of the noise as his hands slid from her back to grip her ass, lifting her momentarily before dropping her onto a bundle of material he'd set up as a bed. She propped herself up onto her knees as she watched Bellamy all but yank off his shirt. She saw little point in wasting time so pulled off her own, unclasping her bra and tossing it to the side shortly after. Bellamy grinned in approval, moving quickly to hover over her, his mouth working a delicious path across her collarbone and down her chest as he tugged at her jeans. She lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them off along with her panties in one swift motion. His mouth immediately kissed down her stomach, his teeth nipping sharply at the soft flesh before his head disappeared between her legs.

She protested a little, unused to this particular part of foreplay before trailing off into a whining moan, "Holy shit."

He chuckled against her and it sent vibrations through her core causing her to buck into his face, he didn't seem to mind as his hands gripped her hips to pull her closer to him. Her orgasm hit her hard and sudden and she barely stopped herself from squeezing her legs around Bellamy's head.

His head popped up a minute later and his grin was pure filth. He stood and all but kicked his pants off before moving to join her again. Her fingers reached for him, her touch light and teasing before her world spun and she found herself straddling his lap.

"But I-"

He cut her off with a searing kiss, mumbling against her lips of a promise of next time. She wriggled her hips against his, pleased when he let out a groan before sinking down onto him. His fingers bit into her hips and a thrill went through her when she realised he would leave marks. She swivelled her hips slowly, intently watching as Bellamy struggled to hold back. She jerked a little harder against him to see what would happen.

His eyes snapped open, "Fuck."

Once again she found herself on her back, Bellamy pushing into her at an unrelenting pace, his hands and mouth seemingly everywhere at once. His fingers slid between them to swipe at her once, twice before she was falling apart. A few thrusts later he followed her. Panting he pushed her sweaty hair off her forehead, pulling her in for a long deep kiss before rolling off of her.

"We're doing that again."

She expected it to be awkward in the morning. Instead she found her back pressed tightly to his chest, his hand smoothing down her side as she woke fully. She twisted in his arms and was immediately pulled into a kiss. He'd only just rolled her onto her back when a commotion outside interrupted them. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, taking one wanting glance at her naked body before they reluctantly started getting dressed.

In hindsight she should have stayed in the tent. Stepping out of Bellamy's tent with sex hair and him without a shirt was probably not her best plan. Wells gaped at her, his shock only furthering when Bellamy pulled her into a short but intense kiss, his eyes promising all manners of things before he addressed the other boy.

Clarke flushed and hurried away from the group that had gathered near the tent. This was what she got for being carefree for one night.

She was never going to hear the end of this.