"Clarke, you're beautiful"

"Shut up"

"Don't. You don't get to dismiss what I say"

"Shut. Up."

Bellamy closed some of the distance between them and Clarke backed up and into the wall behind her.

Clarke's breath caught in her throat and her eyes went to his lips.

"You're the most frustrating, stubborn, irritating person I have ever had the displeasure of being around, and yet, yet I can't fucking stop myself from thinking about you." he said almost accusingly.

"You, who is obviously into another man, YOU" He ran his hand through his hair and turned away from her.

"I am yours, and you're not mine. How fucked is that?" he turned back to look at her.

Tears welled up in Clarke's eyes, and all she did was shake her head.

"No."

"No, what?" he asked, taking a step closer to her.

"We can't, Bellamy" tears were flowing now, falling down her cheeks and hanging in drops from her jaw.

"Can't what?!" he almost yelled it, his eyes searching hers

"I…I" Clarke sputtered

"You what, Clarke, just say it, say you don't care about me, say you hate me, for fucks sake, say something!" he looked at the ground, defeated.

"But I do" she sniffled, "I do care about you, you idiot"

Bellamy looked up at her, his eyes wide in surprise, a smile forming on his lips. He closed the rest of the distance between them.

"Clarke" It was almost a whisper, his hand coming to grip the back of her neck, his lips hovering over hers.

Clarke's hands came up to his chest and balled his shirt in her fists.

Neither moved, they stayed that way, challenging each other to close the rest of the distance.

Bellamy, laughed "Clarke…" he said again, shaking his head, like he couldn't believe it. He wiped the tears away from her face with his other hand.

"Shut up" was all she said and his lips crashed onto hers.

Clarke moaned, deep in the back of her throat, her hands moving from his chest to his face. Holding him there, chasing his lips with her own.

Bellamy pushed Clarke further on to the wall with his body. They were flushed together.

He moved from her lips to her neck, nipping and licking, leaving his mark on her.

Clarke hissed his name, her hands tangling themselves in his hair.

"You frustrating girl" he groaned between kisses, and brought his lips back to hers. Clarke pushed her tongue past his lips and Bellamy titled his head in response, deepening the kiss.

She moved her hands down his chest and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Understanding, he stepped back and took his shirt off over his head in a quick movement. He then crashed back into her, his hands tangled in her hair, kissing her lips raw.

Clarke moaned and her hands now went to his belt buckle, and undid his belt and threw it to the ground next to the discarded shirt.

A moan escaped Bellamy's throat, and it sent a shiver down Clarke's spine. It was easily one of the hottest things she had ever heard.

Bellamy moved his hands under Clarke's shirt, cold fingers digging into the warm flesh of her hips. They grinded their hips together, finding that friction they both desired.

Clarke stopped the kiss to take off her shirt and threw it next to Bellamy's. He stopped to take her in, every beautiful inch of her skin.

"Clarke, damn, you're-"

"Seriously, Bellamy, shut up and keep kissing me"

He laughed and did just that. He nipped at her neck and then moved down to her thin bra. He reached behind her and undid her bra and she took it off the rest of the way.

Bellamy brought her nipple into his mouth and Clarke gasped and moaned. He moved to the other one and Clarke's legs almost buckled out from under her.

She moaned out his name and he moved to undo her pants and she did the same to him.

Pants were discarded and Bellamy had picked Clarke up and had her pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around him.

When he thrusted inside her, they groaned in unison, their foreheads touching. He started slow, but soon she was begging him to go harder, deeper, and he would do anything for his princess.

Clarke dug her nails into his back, leaving marks, and he hissed and nipped at her collarbone.

Her legs tightened and she gasped his name. He felt her come undone around him and he followed her soon after. Their chests rising and falling together.

Later when they were getting dressed, smiles permanently in place, Clarke said, "I'm yours, you know"

All Bellamy did was walk over and kiss her. She told him to shut up, after all