I read a fanfiction a while back about that inspired me but they put it on hold and I don't remember the name of the story. So all I really wanted to do is that the person that wrote it so if you know who you are or you think it's you than thanks.
Summary: What if Clarke had escaped at some time of her imprisonment? What if she did something a bit careless with someone she thought she wouldn't see again. But as we all know the careless things we do have the biggest consequences.
Clarke had been put in solitary confinement almost immediately after being locked up. So she knew that she hadn't seen people in almost a year since her 18th birthday was approaching, soon she would probably be executed, she didn't think they would be forgiving to her attempt at treason. So she had been planning an escape, and the truth was that it had all sort of fallen into place to her advantage. She knew that she would be out on the day of the annual masquerade which is perfect she could hid her face. So as Clarke made her escape with her mask in place thru the vents she thought of nothing but seeing people again and not being caught.
Here I am among people after so much time. There are music recordings playing, people dancing, and colorful masks fluttering around. And all the while earth is in the background. It's beautiful I can't imagine a more magical night to be my last among people. I am just watching when suddenly I see something it's Wes, and he's looking at me as if he thinks he knows but isn't sure. That's when I plunge into the dance floor. I almost never dance and I have never been this excited to do just that dance.
I begin to drink a bit and continue dancing when I feel someone dancing along with me. I look to see dark hair slicked back, a black mask and dark mesmerizing eyes. It's like they hypnotizes me as we dance. Suddenly we aren't on the dance floor anymore were kissing in a janitors closet the one with my vent in it.
As we kiss he bites my lip, he takes advantage of my shock to start playing in my mouth teasing me. I have been kissed before but never like this. I snake one arm around his neck tangling my fingers thru his hair as the other hand is busy feeling him. His arms, an chest, even his hands. And she loved the feel of every bit of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist they could feel everything of one another. Next thing they knew they had clawed each other's clothes off.
"Pleas, pleas" Clarke moaned into his ear wanting more. She can feel pleasure coursing thru her body, a sleekness in between her legs.
"You sure about that princess?"
"Yes , pleas pl-aahh." She was still pined against the wall when he trust into her. She dug her nails into his back as he let out a moan. Her breathing raged as he moved inside of her mixed with small grunts of pain. This left him wondering what was going on. Why was it hurting her? He looked down and saw blood it all fit suddenly she was a virgin. Just as he was about to stop or say something to, he wasn't sure witch but then she moaned into his ear "Pleas ah d-don't stop." That's all the incentive he needed.
Clarke began to nibble, suck, and bite at his neck in between moans. He couldn't take much more he grabbed her and set her on the ground. He continued to thrust into her, he opened his eyes and looked at her and what he saw made him very happy that he hadn't stopped. Her skin seemed to glow, her back arched as he continued a bit faster her hands teasing his chest. Her blond hair spilled onto the ground appearing like a golden halo. Her gray strip of mask in place her crystal blue eyes shimmering beneath. He saw and felt her come around him five more thrust into her and he came in side of her, she felt the warmth inside of her womb. He rolled to the side as he did he felt her kiss below his ear, but when he turned to see she was already falling asleep.
The curiosity was killing him, he lifted up her mask. He had seen her she was that girl the privileged traitor. "I guess I was right about the Princess remark." he placed her mask back and soon he was asleep along with her.
Clark woke up sore to a beeping, once her eyes where open she saw that it was her watch. It was time to go, she looked at the guy that had been her first , "I don't even know your name." She turned to get dressed and climbed into the air vent she closed it with a bang, and looked. The boy quickly got off the gowned and looked around, he ran his fingers thru hair " Well Bellamy next time maybe you can ask for her name."
"Bellamy." She whispered to herself as she as she made her way to her cell.