Author's Note: I took a break from my regular story Unexpected Feelings to write this one-shot. The idea had been bouncing around in my head for days now and I just needed to get it out. I don't know if it's any good but I thought I would go ahead and publish it anyways. I don't plan to have this be anything more than what it is unless I use it as a starting point for a new story when I finish with the other. Let me know if it's any good and maybe I'll do more one-shots or whatever.
***Inspired by the YouTube video by Juli Grisel "Bellamy & Clarke - Keep my distance"***
Symbiosis: biology - the relationship between two different kinds of living things that live together and depend on each other
It had been easier to want him when she hated him.
She could admire his dark unruly hair without worrying that her hands would run through the curls. She could want his soft lips without thinking she might press hers against them. She could lust for his toned body without fearing that her fingers would touch his skin.
Clarke hadn't worried about acting on these thoughts because he was an ass and she was more likely to kill him than kiss him.
When she first meet him, he was selfish and cruel. He used girls for his pleasure and put people's lives at risk.
His motto had been "whatever the hell we want." It was a good thing that she hadn't followed that train of thought or most days he would've been sporting a black eye from her fist.
Then she saw him with Charlotte and there was a crack in her armor.
After that he started to take his responsibilities as camp leader more seriously and there was another chink.
But when she saw him beg for death in the woods, her defense was shattered.
Now, there were all these feelings inside of her that she didn't know what to do with. She was starting to care for him way more than she should.
And that seriously freaked her out.
Clarke knew all about the girls coming and going from Bellamy's tent. Everyone knew about them. One day it was a brunette and the next it would be a redhead. Some days he would have two girls instead of one.
The guy never stopped.
Then something changed and there were no more girls. Oh, there were still offers. Bellamy just never accepted them anymore. Some time between his sister disappearing and the trip to the bunker with Clarke, he stopped his merry-go-round of conquests.
It was almost a shame.
Bellamy might actually have been easier to convince of her proposal when he didn't seem to care who shared his bed.
She just needed to rid of these distracting thoughts of him so that they can go back to the symbiotic relationship they had before. One based on purely on respect and trust.
Clarke figured that if she had sex with him once, that she wouldn't have to wonder anymore. It wouldn't mean anything. Not to him anyways. And then she would be reminded about how annoying and frustrating he usually was.
She figured that the only way to cure herself of Bellamy Blake was to slay her demons.
He had gone to bed alone.
Clarke needed to do this now before she lost her nerve. She had already had a cup of Monty's moonshine for some liquid courage. Plus if he rejected her, she could blame it on the alcohol.
She waited a few minutes then snuck into his tent. He was lying on his bed with an arm thrown over his eyes and his chest bared to her gaze. She couldn't tell if he was wearing anything else as he was covered by the animal fur that he used as a blanket.
Bellamy must have not heard her or was already asleep because he didn't say anything or react to her entrance into his tent.
She knelt on his makeshift bed and the sudden weight change must've finally alerted him to her presence. His arm shot out to grab her wrist and he tugged, causing her to lose her balance and tumble across his chest.
He shifted his body and soon she found herself lying beneath him. At some point he had grabbed her wrists and held them captive above her head.
Clarke was trapped.
Bellamy smirked down at her with a wicked glint in his eyes. "Princess...don't you know you shouldn't sneak into people's beds without permission?"
She arched her body against his weight pressing down on her, feeling his hardness pressed against her thigh through the fur.
She grinned. "I think that's all the permission I need."
Clarke almost wanted to laugh when she saw Bellamy swallow hard and his hand tightened against her wrists for a brief second.
He wanted her.
"What kind of game are you playing Clarke?"
"One I've heard that you are very good at."
"This isn't a game. Are you sure you know what you're getting into?"
Clarke nodded, "I kn...mmph."
She didn't get to finish as Bellamy had clamped his lips down on hers. He traced his tongue along her bottom lip and she open her mouth to slid her tongue against his in a delicate dance.
Honestly, she was surprised that he had given in so easily. He didn't really like her so he must be more hard up for sex than she thought.
There was an odd ache in her chest at the thought but she ignored it. She was using him. And he was just doing the same.
Time seemed to stand still as they kissed yet Bellamy didn't try anything else. It was like he was satisfied with just kissing her.
It was confusing and annoying.
Finally he pulled back and looked down at her, his brown eyes filled with lust and something else. They stared at each other, breathing hard and neither spoke for a moment.
"I think that's enough for tonight Princess."
"What the hell Bellamy? That's it?"
He let go of her wrists and rolled over to his side, pulling her with him so she was facing him. Bellamy wrapped his arm around her waist and as much as she tried to get free, his arm was like a steel band, holding her in place.
He smirked at her, "What's the matter Princess? Not what you were expecting?
She sputtered her outrage. Why he acting like this? She should have been naked already, sliding against him.
Not curled up in bed with him, fully dressed and turned on.
"I hate you Bellamy Blake."
The smirk slid away and instead a soft smile settled across his lips.
"No, you don't Clarke Griffin and you know it."
She was shocked at his brazen statement. How did he know her deep dark secret?
"Whatever. Just let me go, you made your point so now it's over."
"Oh no Princess, you and me are just beginning."
