Bellamy didn't care, it was his normal. He spent his whole life outside of school taking care of his sister and once it'd gotten to the point with his mother's health that meant working two after school jobs and having no time on the weekends for any fun so sex was never really on his radar.

After he graduated he stayed in town, taking care of his family until his mother passed two years later and he became Octavia's guardian and they fought over him going to college. She can go to high school anywhere, but if he wants to have more than minimum wage jobs for the rest of his life, he needs to go to college.

He disagreed until there were acceptance forms in the mail and he gave Octavia a disapproving looks when she came home from one of her many babysitting jobs.

"Your money is supposed to go towards your college, not mine."

"You going to college gets us both out of here. Factory Station sucks!"

"This wasn't your responsibility! And I want to see what the hell you wrote for my essays!"

At the end of it, he decided on Ark U in Virginia, certainly better than Newark, NJ, and they understood his situation with Octavia, allowing him to have an apartment off campus as long as he participated in a sport and he told them he's good at soccer, which wasn't true but wasn't false either because he stopped playing sports when Octavia was born when he was seven and standard gym classes.

They moved when she finished the school year in June, she started a job at a café soon after, quickly making friends with her coworkers, having sleepovers and letting Bellamy have free time which he filled with work at a bar down the road, making friends with one of the guys, Miller.

He found out that he was good at defense, so he was on the soccer team and he added a job at the book store on top of the bar off campus. Octavia convinced him to let her keep her café job that was halfway between her school and their apartment on the condition that her grades don't drop. It was great, they had a schedule, a routine and Octavia always let her know when she was staying at Clarke's or Raven's after her shift, they live closer to the café apparently and they never came over, which was fine with him as long as Bellamy didn't see anything more than pedicures and movie marathons on O's Instagram and snapchat, he was a happy brother/guardian.

Octavia informed him one night at the bar where she was sitting behind the bar doing her homework, she was grounded for sneaking out, that one of the girls was hitting on him. "Actually more than one," she amended with a chuckle.

"Shut up, O," he growled as Miller gave him a look from across the bar.

And that was how he started dating Roma. He invited her over more than they went out and she was happy with that because he could cook. And once O wasn't grounded she finally invited Clarke over and that night turned into a disaster with the bickering and name calling and he's most definitely going to continue calling her Princess just for the look in her eyes when he says it.

He and Roma were together a while and they had fun, maybe, but she was freaked out with the whole virgin thing, not wanting to teach him what she likes because not everyone is into it so, without even letting him in on what she likes verbally, they ended and Clarke became a staple in his house along with Raven, though their relationship seemed strained at some points it wasn't his place to ask, and he invited Miller one night after shift for some R & R via the new Shadow of War that O got him for his birthday but her friends played before he even got to really look at.

There was a knock on the door after two am and Bellamy had the urge to ignore it because it wasn't Octavia because she was at Raven's and she had a key, so when he heard his name through the thin walls, he practically ran to the door, finding an extremely drunk Clarke leaning against it and he caught her before she fell to the ground.

"Your apartment was closer than my dorm," she somehow managed coherently into his neck.

"Where's the fire, Princess?"

She groaned at the nickname. "Sorority party at the bar, I'm surprised Miller didn't call you it, it was…" she shook her head which was a bad idea since she immediately stopped with her eyes widened. "Can I crash? Your couch is more comfortable than my bed."

"Yeah, yeah, O's not home, she's with Raven so you can have her bed though don't puke in it. Wait, you're in a sorority?"

"Yep," she said with an emphasis on the P.

Bellamy nodded, taking her to O's room, bringing the waste basket over from her desk next to Clarke's head. He looked at her, passed out once her head hit the pillow and Bellamy quietly grabbed Advil from the medicine cabinet and a glass of water, setting them on the nightstand Octavia insisted on at their latest Ikea venture in Woodbridge.

Clarke was still passed out in the morning so Bellamy took a shorter jog, coming home to find her still passed out so he showered, made a pot of coffee and while that was going he was cooking himself an omelet when she stepped into the kitchen groggily. 'That smells amazing," she grumbled, leaning back against the counter, hugging her glass of water.

"You want one?"

"Coffee for now?"

Bellamy nodded, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and poured her a cup, leaving room for the gross almond milk Octavia had stocked in the fridge for her, but she just took the mug and drank it black, just like him.

"Thank you," she said quietly after drinking some coffee.

"No problem," he nodded, plating his omelet and grabbed a fork from the drainer. "You could have called me, though, it's not safe to walk home after two in the morning."

"I don't have your number and Miller was busy and you've never liked me."

"Not true," he grimaced, forking his delicious breakfast into his mouth. "Are you sure you don't want any?"

"No, I'm good. I should probably get going though, I have a shift in two hours."

"Tell O I say hi."

Clarke nodded and laughed slightly, "This totally looks like a walk of shame."

"Then you'll be happy to know that my neighbors are all college kids having their own one night stands, you'll just be the only one that didn't get laid."

"What happened with Roma? You two seemed to have really been hitting it off but then you just ended."

"Two different places in life, she didn't really get the whole Octavia thing, but don't tell her that because there was a lot more complicated stuff in there that rooted deeper."

Clarke nodded like she understood. "Raven and I have the same ex."

Bellamy grimaced, sensing there was more to the story.

"We dated him at the same time and didn't know. We found out and both broke up with him, blaming him instead of each other. We don't have much in common, but we got through that together so we don't really drift too far. We're good shoulders for each other but we're also just so different. Octavia brings us closer, she's a force."

"She got into college without me knowing, so I'm well aware of what kind of force she is," Bellamy laughed.

Clarke nodded and Bellamy ate his omelet.

She handed him her phone and he didn't understand for a moment before it all clicked. He texted himself so they'd both have their numbers and Clarke snapped a picture of him with his mouth disgustingly full of his breakfast, setting it as his contact photo before laughing and thanking him again as she placed her coffee mug in the sink and headed out, back to her apartment.


After that night, Clarke and Bellamy became friends… maybe. They texted, argued a lot mostly (politics, social etiquette and social ethics simultaneously, and mostly about the mandatory prerequisite psych class they're both in), but they were civil—mostly.

They brought their people together for a St. Patrick's Day party at his and Octavia's apartment, he let O drink because she wasn't going anywhere and he wasn't going to drink more than one beer, literally nurse it the whole night. Miller came, leaving the two new-adjacent bartenders to their own devices on the momentous alcoholic holiday, he brought his boyfriend and his doctor friend that Bellamy vaguely remembered meeting once during a shift at the bar. But the rest of the people were friends of Clarke's. Raven, Monty, Jasper, Harper, Maya, Zoe "Monroe" Monroe, and a bunch of other people that he couldn't remember the names of and it wasn't exactly that he hated that he didn't know many people, it just irked him that he didn't know all the names and faces in his personal space.

By the end of the night, Clarke was crowded in his favorite chair making out with a brunette girl that he didn't like when he met her three hours ago, always inputting her opinion when it wasn't asked for or wanted. It'd happened five times, her butting into a conversation giving them advice and saying how much better their lives would have been if they'd done whatever situation the way she said to.

Bellamy didn't like her and he was never going to (it definitely had nothing to do with his feelings for Clarke, what feelings?)

She had a fight with Lexa the night before at the end of semester party, they were both pretty trashed and Bellamy knew they didn't mean half of what was said even though it was about him. He had become Clarke's best friend over the semester just as she became his so it wasn't really a surprise that she turned to him, staying the night at his apartment, in his bed, while he took the couch. Octavia doesn't like having a drunk Clarke in her bed.

It's now morning and they're both hungover as hell, on their second pot of coffee and seventh episode of Disjointed, Clarke's head in Bellamy's lap as he stroked circles into the skin of her shoulder.

She turned and looked up at him and Bellamy ignored it, knowing she'll say it when she's ready. "Bell," she said softly and he worried that he might have heard some nervousness in her voice.

"Yeah?" he smiled down at her.

"Would you drive me to the airport tomorrow?"

"What?" he asked, certain he didn't hear her correctly, she'd never mentioned leaving before.

"I'm going to Maine for the summer. My mom is marrying some councilman and wants me to get to know him before the wedding in the beginning of August, just in time for me to come back for the new semester."

"Why didn't I know about this?"

"Because I didn't know how to tell you."

"You told Octavia?"

"Almost everyone knows, I tried telling you, but I didn't—I don't know, Bellamy, I didn't want it to be real and telling you made it real and I'd rather you take me to the airport than take a taxi."

"What about your car."

"You'll have it. Seriously, use my car while it's here, it'd need to be driven and you're working at the library across town, this will be quicker than the bus."

Bellamy grimaced, taking a gulp of coffee, burning his throat. "I couldn't just use your car."

"Yes, you can. I've seen you drive before, you're an old man; you won't get a ticket or park illegally. I trust you."

Bellamy rolled his eyes but reluctantly agreed, only because he has to take Octavia to lacrosse camp a few blocks away too.

They laid around all day, each taking turns napping and making food or more coffee and Bellamy asked if she needed to go home and pack but she sighed, curling deeper into him after a grueling phone call with Lexa that she took in his bedroom and could nearly hear every word on her end perfectly, but he knew better than to push her when it came to Lexa.

"It's all in my car," she sighed, her breath tickling his neck.

"You came prepared," he laughed softly.

"I knew I had to go, I just didn't know who I was going to ask."

Bellamy smiled, happy she chose him.

She kissed his cheek goodbye when she dropped him off the next day and Bellamy didn't know what to do, he watched her walk away, into the airport and off to Maine.


His summer was anticlimactic. He jumped from the library to the bar almost every day. He met Gina, the part time bartender, and hung out with her some, kissed a few times before deciding to just be friends and Bellamy was kind of upset about it, but he'd gotten accustomed to being Clarke's boyfriend even though he wasn't Clarke's boyfriend, they weren't like that.

She texted him a week before she arrived back and he smiled, missing her more than anything, smiling at the picture of her in the maid of honor dress, one of her annoyed and another of her happy for her mother finding love again, though their relationship still strained. She asked if he were available to pick her up at one, his shift at the library was luckily a half shift that day and ended at noon so he said yes and told Miller he couldn't work that night.

He picked her up, literally when he hugged her hello, he just couldn't believe she was finally back. The radio silence was killing him on top of seeing her in the bridesmaid dress, he was in awe of her, really.

"What do you want to do?" he asked when they neared his apartment.

"I have to see Lexa, we… I don't know, we fought practically every day, but I think it was mostly the distance. If we're here, we should be good again," she shrugged, pulling into the Wendy's drive thru, a baconator was just what she needed after a four hour flight.

"And you're doing it tonight?"

"I don't know, I'm tired, I haven't been sleeping well so maybe tomorrow?"

"You can hang out at my place, Octavia would love to see you and we can start the last season of The Fall."

"You are so using Jaime Dornan's sex appeal against me and it's working."

"I was thinking more Gillian Anderson, but yes."

"She's hot too, but it's all about Jaime Dornan in that, you know that, now if we're talking about her Media portrayal of Marilyn Monroe in American Gods, I'd agree that she's hot."

Bellamy shook his head, Ricky Whittle looks too much like Lincoln for him to enjoy the show. And that's not to say that Bellamy didn't try to like the show, he tried to see the differences between them but in all honesty, Ricky and Lincoln could be twin brothers and Bellamy can't look at Ricky Whittle for an hour without wanting to punch Lincoln when he sees him.

"Thanks for bring that up," he groaned and Clarke pulled the car up to the drive-thru and ordered her meal, looking to Bellamy, knowing he can't resist a chili baked potato.

She ordered for them both because they're that close and have probably spent too many drunken nights walking through the drive thru.

"How was your summer?" she asked, mouth full of fries.

"Boring, I tried seeing someone but there was something missing. There's always something missing apparently. It's what they all say."

"That sucks, I'm sorry. We should have a party with all our friends, and yes, you have more friends than Miller and I so we should all do something."

"Are you serious?"

"It can be at my place if you're that worried about it."

"I'm not worried, I'm just… it's weird having more than you, Miller ad O."

"Mm," Clarke chuckled, turning into the parking garage under his building. "But healthy."

"Because I care about my mental health?"

"You really should. It's the foundation of wellness," Clarke stated pulling the car into his parking spot and turned the car off and looked over at Bellamy in the low light of the parking lot. "Shit, I sound like my mother. Remind me not to go back there for a whole summer again, I really don't want to turn into her."

"And you think I want you to? Hell no. met her once, hate her. You could never be her, you're way too nice," he smirked, getting out of the car and headed to the elevator, knowing Clarke would rush after him. No luggage, she owns too many clothes.

"What are you doing?" she laughed, catching up, her half eaten burger in hand.

"I'm heading to my apartment to watch The Fall, what are you doing?"

"I—you said I'm nice."

"You were the Ice Princess, but you've changed, you—you're nicer than you were."

"You realize that's because you were nice first. You took care of me when you could have sent me home."

"Where my sister was sleeping and you'd storm in waking her up? I don't think that'd have ended well for you."


Nine months later, Bellamy shoved the door open and stormed in, dropping his book bag and keys on the bench before collapsing on the couch, his head propped up on Clarke's thigh.

"Did you somehow move in here without my knowing?" he asked, sounding much more annoyed than he actually was at the sight of her in his apartment. It made the next conversations in his life easier and more embarrassing, awesome.

"Nope, living out of my car in your parking garage. Someone ought to be using the parking spot you pay for."

"Ought?" he smirked as her arm came down, resting on his chest.

"Shut up. Good day?"

"The day the earth stood still," he told her and Clarke's jaw dropped.

"Echo broke up with you? Why?"

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh."

"Laugh at..?" She prodded and now Bellamy is going to make her work for it.

"Tell me my life story again."

Clarke rolled her eyes but told him everything, down to how he got the scar on his upper lip.

"And what's not included in that story?"

"I don't know, it took me an hour, probably could have gone longer but those were the most interesting points."

"And not one of those stories was how I lost my virginity because punchline: it's not lost."

"You're a virgin?" Clarke scoffed, completely disbelieving the immensely probable fact.

"That I am."

"Well, I don't see the big deal, it's…" Clarke shrugged. "It's fixable."

"What every guy wants to hear," Bellamy rolled his eyes.

"She dumped you for being a virgin?"

"She doesn't want to teach me because what she likes isn't everyone's favorite flavor."

"Well, there's vanilla and chocolate and swirl but then there's pineapple pistachio which probably is her favorite ice cream flavor if I even care to think about the heartless bitch. Which I don't, especially now. And she couldn't even teach you the basics? Wait. How many girls have broken up with you over this?"

"How many girlfriends have I had?" Bellamy asked, still confused over Clarke's ice cream analogy. Pineapple pistachio?

"So Echo and Roma? Did you tell Gina or were you guys not…"

"She didn't know."

Clarke nodded, "Do you want to?"

"What?"

"Do you want to have sex?"

"You do know you can't ask that without meaning it?"

"Yes," Clarke rolled her eyes and looked at him again. "I'll teach you the basics."

"I'm not going to be your charity case."

"I honestly thought we'd gotten past that," she shook her head. "Anyway, I haven't gotten laid in a while so it'd be good for me too."

"You want to have sex with me?"

"I want to have sex and you need to have sex and from what I can see you aren't exactly opposed to the idea," she smirked, looking past his face to his hard cock uncomfortably confined in his jeans.

"That still doesn't mean us having sex is a good idea."

"Fine, we'll just stay here and watch Legally Blonde and…"

Bellamy groaned, Clarke knew he hated the movie, no matter how important it was to the feminist movement, he hated it with a passion. "No, lets… let's do this in my room where Octavia won't walk in on us."

"Priorities. We need boundaries too."

"Boundaries?"

"Yeah, like no kissing, it's a onetime thing, no feelings, and we don't act awkward with each other afterwards."

"You seem to have everything under control. Anything else?"

"No feelings."

Bellamy smirked, "You said that already."

"Statistically you fall in love with who you lose your virginity to so I'm reiterating."

"My preemptive apologies, Princess," he said, standing and walking to the kitchen for a glass of water, he didn't want to seem too anxious and excited. He wanted this, he may not like Clarke's rules since he may already be breaking the no feelings one, not that he was going to tell her that.

"You're such a loser," she said with a smile, taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom.

"That's giving me a lot of incentive," he grumbled walking down the hall behind her and the exaggerated sway in her steps.

She closed the door behind them and yanked the shirt over her head with little to no finesse. "Incentive enough for you?"

Bellamy gaped at her dark blue lace bra, wondering if she wore lace all the time because it's fucking sexy as hell, and of course her tits are amazing!

"Bellamy, do something."

He gaped at her a moment longer, not exactly believing this was real and pulled his own shirt off.

"Not what I was going for, but good enough," she smiled, stepping closer to him to run a hand down his chest and abs, they weren't well defined, but he worked out enough that there was more muscle than fat. "I didn't think this through," she grimaced and leaned in, pressing her lips to his collarbone.

That broke Bellamy out of his stupor, he surged forward, latching his lips to her pulse point, kissing a line down her neck and collarbone before pulling her into him by the waist and lifting her, her legs wrapping around his hips with a yelp before he carried her to his bed, depositing her there gently, kissing down her chest, gently biting at her breasts through her bra, letting her dictate her boundaries with them, it may be too much, he didn't really know, but sex, that didn't involve breasts so… yeah, her decision, he is going to take her jeans off though.

He trailed his mouth down her stomach, his fingers light on her sides, trailing down to her jeans, lightly tugging, biting at her stomach until she was squirming under him. "Bell," she breathed and he smirked, she wants him now.

He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her thighs with her help lifting her hips for him. He purposely left her panties on and she grimaced at him, annoyed.

"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know how to pleasure, Princess," he said, realizing that nickname is going to have a totally different meaning after this.

Clarke gasped when he kissed her inner thigh, in complete understanding of what he was insinuating, spreading her thighs more for him. The dark spot on her white cotton panties was enticing and all he wanted to do was press his tongue up against it, giving her the pressure she desired, but she was in a teasing mood so he had to tease her back, sucking kisses along her inner thighs, against her panty line, literally everywhere she didn't want him.

"Please, Bellamy," she begged for the tenth time and he relented, licking a stripe up her sex, through her panties and she moaned, pushing back against his mouth, wanting more.

"You want these panties gone, babe?"

"Yes, please, Bell. I need—"

"Oh, I know what you need, I just wanted to hear you beg for it."

She slapped his shoulder and he chuckled against her thigh as he hooked his thumbs under the band of her panties and she lifted her hips to help him tear them off.

He had the urge to tell her she's beautiful, but didn't know if it was breaking a rule or if it was an unspoken rule that he shouldn't compliment her on something he's noticed since they met. He probably should have done that before he pulled her underwear off.

He stared at her for a moment, naked, open and wanting and he felt so lucky. Not because he was going to lose his virginity to his best friend and the girl he's been secretly crushing on for nearly a year, but because she really was something to marvel at. She's a pre-med student with an art minor. She always made time for her friends, even during midterms and finals, but then again, she's a genius so that wasn't really a surprise.

She whimpered, bringing him back and he dove in, his hands pushing her thighs a little further to give him more room as his tongue licked at her slit and her fingers delve into his hair, tugging him, begging for more as his lips wrapped around her clit sucking hard while her tongue laved over it quickly before he changed the tempo, slowing it down maddeningly and she whined and Bellamy didn't hear anything as beautiful in his life.

"More… Bell, please, more!"

He pulled back, her fingers in his hair tugging harder than she probably intended and Bellamy growled, he trailed his fingers up and down her slit easily, teasingly, soaking them in her juices before giving her exactly what she asked for.

His tongue finds her clit, circles it with precision that is maddening, even for him. And he's pressing her thighs further apart with one hand and fucking her on the other and fuck, she's gorgeous, squirming under him. He pushes two fingers into her perfectly, they curl inside her, hook forward, and he's hitting her just right. They were both groaning, desperate and broken sounds coming from the both of them and Bellamy didn't care, this was just as good for him as it was for her. He loved pleasuring women, having them come undone on his tongue and fingers, and it didn't help that Clarke tasted utterly amazing and he couldn't get enough. He could spend the rest of his life between her thighs without complaint. His mouth closes over her clit once again and he matches his relentless fingers with soft suction and lazy strokes of his tongue.

She came with a cry, her walls fluttering around his fingers as he worked her through her orgasm and once her breathing steadied he pulled his fingers out of her and was about to lick them clean when Clarke grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers up and into her mouth, lapping at them viciously with complete eye contact.

"So you're really good at that, I—I don't have any pointers for you there. You get an A-plus," she sighed.

"I'm getting graded, Princess?"

"I'm your teacher, Blake, of course you're going to be graded on your performance."

Bellamy chuckled, getting up off his knees and sat on the bed next to her.

"Why the hell are you still wearing pants?"

"Because you got distracted," he played right back. He loves their playful banter.

"Fuck," she scampered up off the mattress and her legs wobbled and he reached out for her hip to steady her just before she pushed him down on the bed.

"I really don't want a blow job," he said slightly nervous, he really didn't need to know what her mouth could do after what her tongue just did to his fingers.

"I don't think I've ever heard those words in my life."

"I'm just saying that if you give me one, that'll be it for me."

"So I owe you one?"

Bellamy shrugged, onetime thing. "If you want, I won't hold it against you if you change your mind."

"Right," Clarke nodded, undoing his jeans and pulled them off him along with his boxers before straddling him again with a wicked smile. "Do you have condoms?"

"I—honestly, they're probably expired," he grimaced, hating that he hadn't thought about that until this moment.

"Um, I—I'm clean and on the pill and you're clean right?"

"Yeah," he smirked, knowing she meant blow jobs and herpes but really didn't want to think about that.

"Okay," she breathed nervously. "I'm not going to look in O's room because I'm pretty sure you don't want to know."

"I'd like to know she's using protection, but I really don't want to think about my sister right now."

"Right, yeah, uh, I've never not used a condom."

Bellamy's known Clarke long enough to see that she's freaking out a little so he drew circles on her hips to soothe her, but he saw that it just creeped her out a little more than he intended, bringing one up to her waist and gripping softly there. "Okay, we—we don't have to."

Clarke shook her head vehemently, "No!" Her boobs jiggling but Bellamy forced himself to keep eye contact, Clarke knew how effective her boobs are so it wouldn't be a surprise, but Bellamy was trying to stick to the rules and he felt that it somehow broke those rules. "I want to, I'm on the pill I know I won't get pregnant, but it's still… there's the boundary and this… it's not too much, but it's not going to be the same."

Bellamy nodded. "Clarke, I'm fine with whatever you want, it's your body so whatever you're comfortable with is what we'll do."

Clarke nodded, looking to where their hips met and he wondered what she was thinking in that exact moment because her face did this cute tick thing where there might have been a smile coming on but she steeled herself and used her hand to guide his cock between her folds as she slowly lowered herself down onto him.

"Fuck," he breathed, she felt fucking amazing.

She shuttered a breath when he was inside her to the hilt and she stayed there a moment and Bellamy waited for her to move before he did anything, letting her adjust to the size or whatever it was.

She pushed up and slammed down onto him and fuck, that was somehow better than her sliding onto him. She kept that pace, occasionally gyrating her hips, moaning and groaning and breathing his name (he really didn't need to know how that sounds). After what felt like an eternity, but was most likely two minutes, Bellamy felt the all too familiar sense of his balls clenching, preparing to release his load and he knew he had to warn her because, even though she's been calling out expletives and his name, that doesn't necessarily mean that she came or that she was close to again.

"Clarke, I'm gonna—"

"Hold on," she called and Bellamy tried, pushing into her relentlessly, knowing that she said it for a reason other than to torture him.

"Clarke—" he groaned, holding back impossibly too long.

"I'm just… I'm right… Okay!" she screamed and he felt her walls contract around him, pulsating and fuck! He couldn't hold back any longer, releasing his load into her as she collapsed onto his chest, her breath hot on his sticky neck.

"That was awesome. B-plus," she smiled against his chest. "You need to push up a little more and even though it's an emasculating position, you should still try to take some control. Grip my hips and really drive up into me. But honestly, for your first time, I'd say you did a pretty bang up job."

"Do I say thanks to the Pun Master or to the Princess?"

"Both, dummy," she smirked, sitting up, having him pull out of her and his dick was chilly from the AC but rock hard again at the sight of Clarke naked again. This time he was definitely checking out her breasts.

Clarke chuckled, "How the hell are you ready to go already? Every guy I've been with has needed ten or so minutes."

"Well, Princess, your boobs do it for me," Bellamy quipped, at the off chance that she'll accept that and they'll do whatever it is that they're going to do next which Bellamy really hoped wasn't getting dressed.

"Give me a minute and I'll be back with lesson two if you're up for it." She stood and crossed the room to the door without any clothes to cover herself and crossed the hall to the bathroom and while waiting, Bellamy crawled up the bed and leaned back against his headboard (seriously, are you even an adult without a headboard?)

He smirked at the sight of her swaying her hips back to him and he was sure she wasn't trying to be sexy and just failing epically. "Lesson two but my third grade?" he pondered and Clarke chuckled, slapping his shoulder as she laid down next to him.

"You didn't need to learn anything in lesson one and do not be cocky about that right now, it's a turn off."

Bellamy rolled his eyes, he's cocky but in a good way… or so he thought. "Round two?" he questioned.

"Yes!" she answered, maybe a little too enthusiastically for their no feelings rule.

"So…"

"You're on top."

Bellamy nodded, giving himself a minute to digest that they're having sex again, with him on top of her, looking right at her gorgeous face and stunningly captivating blue eyes on a normal day let alone the day she takes his virginity, because fuck, he was a virgin no more than fifteen minutes ago. He's going to say something he's going to regret. She'll be right there and he'll either tell her that he's in love with her and has been for years or he's just going to bend down and kiss her for the first time ever and definitely not the way he's thought about doing it.

That's the thing about being a virgin, you care more about kissing someone than you do screwing them. So all Bellamy had thought about was the press of his lips against hers, not how fucking amazing the sex would be. That's not to say he didn't think about having sex with Clarke, he did, he just didn't know what it would actually feel like until now and reality certainly beats his fantasies.

"Ready?" he looked over at her for the first time in what felt like an hour and she gave him an unreadable look.

"Yeah," she told him slowly, blinking. "Are you?"

"Yeah, now spread those gorgeous thighs for me before I spread them for you."

Clarke complied, biting her lip hard and Bellamy wondered if he found a kink of hers, before not caring, rolling onto her and… "Ready, Princess?" he asked softer than he'd like but fuck it, so what if she figures out that he loves her, they've said it before when it was a friendly 'I love you' but this will be more and Bellamy couldn't care at the moment.

Clarke bit her lip and nodded.

Bellamy slid his cock between her folds, hot and wet and amazing, before he slid in with her little gasp and his sigh. He started slow, getting the hang of it, but no one's ever complained about him being a slow learner. No one until Clarke Griffin.

"Bell—!" she groaned, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him into her more and Bellamy chuckled before driving into her with so much force that he thought that he was going to break her, knowing it not possible. Every stroke arched her back higher and higher, Bellamy leaned down and pulled her taught nipple into his mouth, nipping with his teeth and soothing with his tongue, with the perfect suction throughout. His hand on her opposite hip, tightened, helping his control as his grunts and moans increased and he was holding back his release, listening to every gorgeous note passing through her lips and he wanted nothing more than to hear those sounds every minute for the rest of his life.

"I need… fingers… Bell…" Clarke moaned as Bellamy pulled his hand from her hip to her clit circling it teasingly before she growled at him and he pressed his fingers into her as his hips slammed into hers and he felt her walls pulsating before euphoric cry, which he already had memorized, to fizzle out before he came with full force. Collapsing onto her.

"I need a minute," he breathed after a moment.

"You're fine until I tell you that you're crushing me."

Bellamy huffed into her neck, breathing in her blonde hair, the three little words on the tip of his tongue but he held back. He couldn't ruin their friendship over how he feels, it wasn't worth losing her.

He rolled off of her and she groaned, pulling the bed sheets around her, it's cold in his room, meaning his landlord finally fixed the AC but April was too soon to turn it on and he scrambled around to join her under the sheets.

"Your landlord is evil," Clarke said softly, curling into him and even though he knew it was for body heat, Bellamy ravished in the feeling of her cuddling with him.

"Immensely," he scoffed.

"Let me know when you're ready for the last lesson," she yawned, and curled into him more, her head on his shoulder and her nails scratching lightly on his chest.

"Do I get to know my grade on this one?" he teased, he didn't care for the grades, but knew it was a way of keeping it clinical so neither of them could read anything more into it than what it was. Clarke teaching him the ropes.

"A-minus, you were a little slow on realizing I needed more stimulation."

"It's not like it's my first time or anything."

Clarke flicked his nipple, rolling her head around so her chin was slightly digging into his collarbone. "You seriously need to stop putting yourself down over that, it really shouldn't matter to anyone. America sucks with the belittling of sex. It's something everyone does, there are many health benefits and it brings children into the world unless otherwise prevented. The fact that you've had women care about you never doing it before is shocking since they've probably had guys walk away from them because of that and knows what it feels like to be rejected."

"I didn't exactly feel rejected."

"I didn't mean that you did, it just sucks that you invested time into these people and they push you away over something so trivial which you're above average at doing with minimal guidance because it's primal response."

"I didn't think that biology could be a turn on but it definitely is when you're also talking about how awesome I am in bed."

"I said above average, I've had better, but you are definitely not the worst, you're in the top twenty percentile."

"Damn, I have to step my game up to be in at least the top ten."

"Already?"

Bellamy shrugged, half forgetting that Clarke was leaning on his shoulder. "Five minutes maybe."

Clarke nodded, a retaliation for him jostling her when he shrugged, her chin digging into his shoulder. "Five minute nap," she smiled and Bellamy sighed definitely wanting that.

A whole hour blew by while they slept and Bellamy groaned when he attempted to roll over, finding Clarke underneath him. "It wasn't a dream?"

Clarke sighed underneath him, "You frequently dream about your best friend showing you the ropes?"

"No, that's why it was so weird."

"Sex with me is weird? You have nothing to compare it to."

"Not my point," Bellamy smirked.

"No, but someone's at a point… that made no sense, I meant an innuendo that said that you're hard."

"I got that."

"So do you want your last lesson or do you think you're good?"

Bellamy really didn't have to think about it, because really? Have sex with Clarke, whom he's half in love with, or go watch Legally Blonde for the billionth time if she sticks around. "What's the lesson?" he asked, not really caring what it was because his answer would always be more sex.

"Doggie," she curled her head into his neck, slightly embarrassed, or maybe she was cold, whatever it was, Bellamy still tried to look down at her. His hand around her waist, scraping his nails against her perfect pale skin, never wanting to let her go.

"Now how can I say no to that?"

They quietly maneuvered themselves into their positions (Bellamy's watched porn, okay?) and Clarke's ass was in the air, slightly swaying and Bellamy was certain she didn't know it was happening but he was entranced, her ass was gorgeous. He didn't take his time like he wanted, this was a lesson, not romance, he reminded himself with a tight grimace.

Stroking his engorged cock against her folds, separating them, he slid in slowly. She was tighter, and flexed around him as she gasped. He slid all the way in and waited a moment to adjust again. Clarke was the first to move and though it wasn't much, it urged Bellamy on.

This was different, this was commanding, and Bellamy had love/ hate feelings towards the act of him slamming into her from behind when he couldn't see her blissed out face, that was his favorite part of this. But the angle was amazing, it was a tossup, see her gorgeous face as he brought her to climax, or bring her to climax more than once, this angle getting her bundle of nerves, bring her closer and closer over the edge quicker than before and Bellamy held out until she was on her third orgasm, on the verge of collapsing when he finally gave in to his release, sighing as he collapsed on her back, kissing her shoulder as he caught his breath.

"That… that was…"

"A-plus?" Bellamy suggested jokingly.

"What? Uh, yeah. A-plus."

Bellamy rolls off of her, covering them both with a blanket again, waiting for her to come around.

"I'm starving," she chuckled.

"What are you in the mood for? I am not cooking so we're using Postmates."

"I'm craving a turkey burger."

Bellamy pulled out his phone and in the app found their favorite burger place and ordered her turkey burger and onion rings that she would never ask him to get even though they're her favorite, stealing his while quietly chomping on the healthier sweet potato fries she hates. He ordered the brunch burger (he's obsessed and well aware of his faults) with onion rings and two chocolate shakes because they deserve the calories. He placed the order and tossed his phone back on the nightstand, not aware of how it even got there.

"What'd you order?" she asked, rolling onto her side and looking at him with an unreadable expression.

"Brunch burger, onion rings and chocolate shake."

"And you got me a shake and sweet potato fries."

"No, I'm not giving into your healthy habits that you hate, you're getting onion rings too because I hate when you steal mine. I'm always left wishing I could have three more but you've already eaten them."

"I only want three!"

"Clarke, don't try acting like I don't know you better than you know yourself, you hate sweet potato fries."

She rolled her eyes, dropping her head back on the pillow. I want to shower before it comes."

"Yeah, should—should be twenty minutes."

Clarke nodded but didn't move and neither did Bellamy. They didn't touch each other and Bellamy knew it was for the best but it was still difficult not to.

Bellamy Blake was head over heels in love with Clarke Griffin. It's official.

The intercom buzzed and Bellamy got up to let the delivery guy in, yanking his sweatpants on and Clarke stretched, going into his bathroom with his t-shirt on (his brain malfunctioned momentarily at the sight) for a shower.

Bellamy waited five minutes. Then ten. Then fifteen before he knocked on the bathroom door concerned about her.

"I don't have a towel," she told him, the water still running and Bellamy knew it was because the AC would have turned her wet body into an icicle and he really didn't need to be thinking about her wet right now.

"There should be a blue one in there that you left here last summer when we went to the beach."

"Could—could you look? The cabinet's on the opposite side of the room and I don't want to get everything soaking wet."

Bellamy groaned, he was starving and also knew going into the same room as a naked Clarke was going to affect him and he didn't need to add that embarrassment to the list of things to leave out of his biography once he's a world renowned anthropologist and people want to write his treacherous climb to success.

He opened the door and grabbed the navy blue towel from the cabinet next to the door before going to the shower and handed it over to Clarke through the wall and plastic curtain.

Suddenly it was ripped open and Clarke stood bare in the shower staring at him with her hand on her hip. "Hop in, we should conserve water."

"Uh," he stuttered. "Dinner?"

"Do you want to eat or do you want to fuck?"

Bellamy's eyes shot up to Clarke's eyes and honestly there was no choice. He needs her like he needs oxygen to breathe. She was his oxygen and he wouldn't give her up for anything.

He dropped the towel on the counter—within their reach—and pushed his sweatpants off his hips, letting them pool on the floor before he stepped into the shower and crowded her against the wall with his body pressed solidly against hers.

"I meant actually shower," she gasped when his tongue licked her pulse point.

Bellamy's fingers trailed up the soft skin of her waist, gliding over her ribs before he cupped her breasts, his thumb nails scraping across her pliant, pink nipples.

"Bell—"

"What do you want, Princess?"

"Eve—everything. Your fingers, your mouth, your—your cock. Please!"

"Princess always gets what she wants, huh?"

"Apparently not," she growled, gripping his shoulders so hard her nails dug in and he growled in retaliation, biting the column of her throat, his hand cupping her sex roughly and the whimper that passed through her lips nearly broke Bellamy's heart. He wanted this forever, he wanted nothing more than Clarke Griffin for the rest of his life and he would never have her, not really.

He would have teased her if his ego wasn't so broken, if she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but that wasn't their reality. So instead, he hoisted her up against the wall at the perfect angle for his engorged cock to slip in and fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

He fucked her like it was his last chance and if he really thought about it, it was, but he liked the abstract, the endless possibilities of the situation changing, fucking her so hard into another dimension where she does want him. She does want to spend their weekends in bed and drive into the country with no real destination and spend an afternoon at the farmer's market finding fruits and vegetables and maybe some artwork, maybe even sell her own artwork.

His orgasm came fast and hard and he realized he hadn't even paid attention to Clarke, if she got off and he hated what casual sex between friends with feelings is, its complicated and painful and he growled into Clarke's ear before he pulled out, making no effort to see if she was good, just poured his shampoo into his hand and slathered his hair in it to get all the sweat and grime off him from the four rounds of casual yet mind blowing sex he just had with his best friend who he just so happened to be in love with.

"I'm going to eat," Clarke announced, reaching out to grab her towel. Bellamy could see their juices trailing down her legs.

"Wash your legs, Clarke."

"You have shampoo in your hair."

"So wait a second, you're making this awkward now and it was your idea in the first place."

"Because you just fucked me!" there was a sense of pain and hurt in her eyes that he couldn't escape, it'll haunt him for the rest of his life.

"I didn't hear any complaints," he said roughly, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair.

"We had sex, I was teaching you the basics. That was fucking, Bellamy, how do you not see the difference?"

"We both wanted to, we both got off, and I asked what you wanted. I don't see the difference or why you're angry."

They switched places so Clarke could clean off her legs, "I'm not angry!"

"Then what the hell are you?"

"I—I don't know, this isn't what I wanted."

"Then you should have said so before anything happened. The last three hours shouldn't have happened if this wasn't what you wanted, Princess," Bellamy stormed out of the bathroom, yanking his towel off the rack and went into his room to dry off, cool down and get dressed all at the same time.

"Bellamy," she called softly at the door five minutes later, her clothes were scattered across the floor of the room and he couldn't handle seeing her naked again. He's never going to see the girl of his dreams naked again because she doesn't want him.

Unrequited love is a bitch.