Hello everybody. 40 days before season six! This work will contain 18 parts so subscribe if you're addicted to Bellarke like me.
Also, English is not my birth language (I'm french so if you're French-speaking go ahead haha) so I'm sorry if there is any mistake in this work. I promise I tried my best! I use a dictionary and programs and stuff in order to improve my English.

Any comment on the story and on the writing will be welcoming so PLEASE GO ON and favorites are always appreciated!

I will post very regularly, like every two or three days. This work is almost done, I just have to reread it in English.

Thank you!

Clarke bit her lower lip to hold back a new sound moan.

"Stop doing that" almost begged Bellamy.

The young man's voice vibrated on the inside of her thigh and his fingers blocked their movement on Clarke's clitoris, much to her frustration. However, this break allowed the young woman to recover enough breath to ask:

"Do what?"

Bellamy's firm and warm hand, resting on her intimacy, grazed her belly, chest, and throat, triggered uncontrollable shivers in his path, then slipped gently to her mouth. With the tip of his thumb, he removed her lip from the grip of her teeth by whispering:

"This."

Clarke took the opportunity to grab his hand. Her tongue came to caress the fingers that were playing a second before with other lips, then her mouth closed on those same fingers, sucking and licking fervently.
It was Bellamy's turn to stifle a moan, then to whisper:

"You're going to kill me eventually, Princess."

Clarke could not help but smile victoriously.

"Does that mean I won?" she asked, mischievous.

His companion exhaled, and other shivers spread under the effect of his burning breath on Clarke's naked skin.

"There is no way", he said as he kissed the young woman's belly button, "that we awakened", he continued before licking his way to her chest, "Diyoza."

Clarke guessed the first name of the Colonel of Eligius IV more than she heard it. The name was covered by one of her sighs and her attention focused entirely on Bellamy's mouth on her right breast, on the tip of his tongue on her already erect nipple, and on the hand on her other breast.
Clarke's back arched out of her own free will to seek further contact with Bellamy. At that moment, the young woman realized that the game was far from being won, especially if her body was no longer obeying her.

Lost in space and time, she thought back to the circumstances that had brought them both here.