One fan fiction ended so I thought I'd start another one. All of these are the 100's various couples having a little fun. Some cuteness but mostly Rated M stuff.

Couple: Finn and Clarke

Place: Season 1 in the secret bunker

Clarke POV.

"You're not alone!" I shout. "You're not alone."

He is staring at me. I can see his fear but I attempt to rid him of it. I put my hand on the side of his face, making him stare at me. He looks back at me. I watch as all of that anger and pain and frustration turns. Right before my eyes it turns into need and lust.

It's desperation that drives his next moves.

He kisses me. Not only do I kiss him back, but I ravish his kisses. I take each one begging for more, kissing him harder and deeper. I can feel him pulling me close. His arms wrap around my body as we kiss. It is just seconds before he is taking my shirt off. I throw it down on the ground and he reaches down at his shirt.

I assist him in taking it off. He kisses me again. We fall into each other, kissing and sucking. I can feel the wetness and hotness of his tongue in my mouth. I never thought I would like that feeling but then I do. I love it. I want more of it. I want more of him. I don't argue or move him when he grabs his arms around my body and throws me down onto the couch.

His lips eat away at my neck, sucking and kissing. It sends shockwaves down my entire body. They rest in my pelvis where I want more than anything. I push my hips toward his. He grinds his back down on me. I can feel him already hard between us. I thought that it would be strange. But it is not strange. It is amazing. It's so powerful, being able to make a man feel that way.

It's beautiful too. He wants me. Me. Out of everyone here he wants me right now. More than that, I want to be with him too. I wrap my arms around his neck as we kiss again, not slowing down. Our pace is so fast, I am surprised we don't already have bruises. His lips trace patterns down my neck and then over my breast, in-between them and then down my stomach. He stops at my pants. He pushes them down a little bit before looking up at me, almost as if he might stop. He realizes what he is doing and looks into my eyes. His lust is still there but his face is questioning, almost concerned a little bit frightened.

"Do you want me to?" he asks.

I nod.

I don't want to say anything. I just want to be with him. I know he wants it too. I can feel it. I can feel him. He pulls my pants down and then kisses his way up my thigh. I let him kiss as much as he wants until he reaches the spot where I want him. He only kisses me there once.

"Finn!" I shout.

He looks up at me with a small smile on his face, almost as if he knew that would set me off. He rests his body on mine for a few moments before he gets back up, standing next to me.

There is a rushing sense of urgency to the way he moves. He pushes his pants and underwear down as I pull off my own. Then I am staring at him completely naked beside me. I stare.

He's perfect. His tan body reaches down to dark hair around him. I almost reach out to touch him. Instead I squeeze the couch underneath of me and stare in complete shock. Finn grabs my arms and pulls me up. I stand with him, kissing me and pulling my hair behind my shoulders. I kiss him back, wrapping my hands in his hair.

"Clarke," he whispers.

He steps away from me to grab a blanket. He lays it down on the floor with a couple of pillows and then nods toward me with a small smile. I smile back at him but am slightly confused.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Hold on," he says.

He grabs a match and a few candles. He lights a few of them and puts them around the floor and up on the shelves. After they are done, he turns to me and holds his hand out. I take it and let him lead me down to the blankets. I lay down underneath of him. He puts his elbows by my shoulders as he looks down into my eyes.

"Please Clarke," he says.

I nod.

"Say it," he begs. I don't understand at first but then I realize that I have to. I have to say that I want him too. He wants to hear it.

"I want you, Finn," I say.

He starts kissing me again. This time we go right back to the panicked sense of urgency that we both felt just seconds ago. He reaches down between us. I don't understand what he is doing at first but when I feel him touching me, I get it.

I lean my head back and gasp when I feel his fingers. Then suddenly they are gone, as easily as they were there. I look at him, desperately needing something to make this better. I pull my legs up and let him push into me. I can feel just a little at first and then a little more.

"Finn!" I shout when he is completely inside of me.

It feels like nothing I have ever felt before. It is overwhelming and beautiful. His face is contorted into a sense of purse need and lust. He bites his lip and his eyes are slightly watery. He needs more than I am giving him. It's almost like he is waiting for me.

I nod toward him.

He starts moving. His body is right against my own chest as he does this. His entire body is clenching, so hard that I wonder if he is trying to control himself. I can feel his arms shaking and his stomach fluttering on top of my own.

"Clarke," he whispers.

I watch his face as he moves faster than before. I can feel a familiar clenching sensation in the bottom of my stomach. It is growing more than I thought it would ever. I had no idea something could feel this good. He grinds down on me, staying as close as he can.

"Clarke!" he shouts.

"Finn!" I say back.

That feeling is growing further and deeper than ever. It's increasing, getting worse and worse. I don't want to stop. Finn starts groaning in my ear, squeezing me. His entire body is clenching. His muscles are going hard. I can feel him pulsing inside of me. I can feel him getting harder inside of me. I didn't know it could feel different. But all at once, it does.

"Finn," I whisper to him.

"Uh…Clarke," he says, almost as if he is trying to say something but it sounds distant, like he can't get it out. He bites my neck and groans a little more before he makes it out. "Clarke, can I…I mean, would it be okay inside you?"

I know what he is asking. He wants to know if I can get pregnant or some kind of disease if he finishes inside me. That also tells me that he is close to finishing. The thought of being able to make Finn feel that close, that amazing feeling that makes him need more is over taking every thought I've ever had. I nod.

All women are put on an inserted contraception implant. Even though I came down to Earth, mine was never taken out.

"Yes, it's okay," I promise.

"Clarke, I'm close."

I kiss his lips a few times before his body can't handle being this close to me anymore. He has to let it all go. I squeeze my thighs around him as that feeling reaches its height and I cannot control it either. It is like a beast behind a cave, waiting to release.

"Finn! Finn!" I shout, unable to control my own mouth. It doesn't even sound like me.

"Clarke. I'm coming," he says.

He shouts in my hair. I reach the limit of feelings. I beg him to keep going. He pushes as fast and as hard as he can as I fall over the cliff, finally able to let all of those feelings go. I watch as he does the same thing. His body clenches as tight as possible as his face contorts to the best expression I have ever seen.

Just as it is all over, he falls on top of me and rests his head on my shoulder. He breathes heavily in my ear as silence creeps over both of us. But the silence is sort of beautiful too. It is shared silence, the kind that allows the other to only hear the graceful noises of each other's breath.