Clarke Griffin grabbed the paint brush and dipped it in the forest green paint. Acoustic music was playing in the background as Clarke worked to calm the anger coursing through her. Painting usually did the trick, but today it wasn't going to work. The lock on the front door of her home turned and her best friend Bellamy Blake came through.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he set the grocery bag he'd been carrying on the entry table.
"Nothing. Why?" Clarke asked.
"You only paint landscapes when you're pissed," Bellamy came and stood behind her, his chest brushing her back. "It's good though."
"Dammit," Clarke chuckled with a shake of her head. "I can't hide anything from you huh?"
"Nope," Bellamy pressed a kiss to her temple. "What's going on?"
"I went over to surprise Finn since I ended up getting off early and walked in on him and another girl. Fucking. Loudly," Clarke angrily painted the green on the right side of the canvas. She definitely hadn't been hiding anything with her choice of landscape. She was partway through a painting of an eerie forest that looked straight from a horror movie.
"What a fucking dick," Bellamy had never liked the guy, but he'd tried to be a good friend to Clarke by keeping his mouth shut. "Can I go hit him? Please?"
"Maybe later," Clarke dropped the brush on the table next to her and spun around on the stool she'd been sitting on to face him. "Right now, just promise me there's beer in that bag over there."
"There's not, but I have a 12 pack in the car," Bellamy curled her hair behind her ear and ran a thumb along her cheek. "Movie night?"
Clarke nodded and leaned her head further into the hand on her cheek. "Thanks Bell."
"You're welcome Princess," Bellamy smiled.
Clarke ran upstairs to change out of her painting clothes and pulled on an old sweatshirt and yoga pants. When she came back Bellamy was placing a bag of popcorn in the microwave. Then he pulled a small carton of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream out of the grocery bag and handed her a spoon.
Clarke narrowed her eyes at him as she reached for the spoon. "This is a little freaky. How'd you know?"
"Just had a feeling I guess," Bellamy shrugged. He poured the bag of popcorn into a bowl and grabbed two beers from the carton he'd placed in the fridge. Placing both beers under his arm he reached for her hand and twisted his fingers through hers.
Her living room was across the hall from the front office she used as a painting studio. It was the first room she furnished when she'd bought the house. She and Bellamy, along with the rest of their friends, were big movie buffs and Clarke wanted to make sure she had a perfect spot for everyone to enjoy them. The first thing she'd done with the living room was ask Bellamy to hang her new flat screen above the fireplace and they found a comfy L-shaped couch that fit almost all of their friends. She now had the go to spot for movie nights for all their friends.
"Scary movie right?" Bellamy grabbed the CD case that held her movies from the shelf and started flipping through. "The Conjuring?"
Clarke nodded in agreement and finally felt the anger start to slip away. Why had she ever decided to let Finn get close when she had this man instead? He knew her inside and out. Hell, he even knew when she needed him before she even asked.
Bellamy placed the DVD in the player then claimed his favorite spot on the sofa in the corner. Clarke settled against his side and took a generous bite of the ice cream. Bellamy wrapped an arm around her and accepted the bite she held out to him as he pressed play.
As soon as they'd devoured the ice cream together Clarke shifted to rest her head against his chest. Bellamy immediately began running a hand up and down her back. The gesture threatened to bring the tears she was holding back down her face. Bellamy had always been there. When they were in high school and her dad had passed suddenly Bellamy had stood by her side the entire time. He'd even slept on the couch in her parents house in case she needed him. He'd pulled her back when the grief had been too much. He knew all the stupid stuff like her favorite color and her top five favorite movies. Finn had been fun, but he hadn't bothered to find those things out. For him it had been about the sex.
Clarke leaned up from his chest and Bellamy's hand dropping from her hair where he'd been running his fingers. Before he could say anything she threw her leg over his lap to straddle him.
"What're you doing Clarke?" Bellamy wasn't quite sure where to place his hands. This was new territory for them and while he desperately wanted to grip her thighs and kiss her, he knew she needed to control this right now. Especially after that asshole Finn had taken the control away from her.
"It's always been you," Clarke whispered. "Why didn't I see it before?"
"What are you talking about?" Bellamy gripped her hips rather than letting them wander over her thighs.
"I've been trying to figure out why I'm not a sobbing mess about being cheated on and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. But now I know," Clarke ran her fingers over his cheeks then down his jaw and finally traced a finger over his lips. "You've been there for the good and the bad. You've seen me at my worst and my best and yet you're still here."
"I always will be Princess. No matter what happens," Bellamy pressed a kiss to her palm. "You mean everything to me. You know that don't you?"
"Yea," Clarke smiled. "I do."
Bellamy smiled back. He'd been in love with her for a long time, but he'd never thought she reciprocated those feelings. He always thought she saw him as her best friends' older brother. Imagine his surprise when she'd introduced him to some college friends as her best friend. Later she'd told him that his sister Octavia was still her best friend but she needed him too, possibly more than she needed O. That had been their secret for a while until Octavia had rolled her eyes one day with a smile and said she knew they needed each other and not to worry.
He sat still, letting her reach out first. Her fingers traced over his cheek then she buried them in his dark curls. She leaned her forehead against his then finally sealed her lips to his. He smiled against her lips and let his hands wander and stroke her thighs. Clarke's fingernails gently scraped against the back of his head as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
"Wait a sec. Hold up Clarke," Bellamy pulled back and leaned his forehead back against hers while he caught his breath. He tugged her closer on his lap and ran a hand up her back before pulling back to look in her eyes. "I can't do this if this is just you rebounding from Finn. I wouldn't be able to handle you walking away."
"It's not," Clarke replied. "I couldn't walk away from you either. I don't want to."
"Are you sure? Because once you're mine you're mine," Bellamy held his breath as he waited for her answer.
"I know," She whispered. "And yes I'm sure."
Bellamy sighed in relief and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. "I've waited a long time for this."
"We've wasted so much time," Clarke ran her hands across his shoulders and over his upper chest. "I'm sorry for not seeing it sooner."
"I'm sorry too. I thought you were happy with Finn and that's all I've ever wanted for you," Bellamy said. "I didn't know I could fight for you. If I'd known I would've a long time ago."
"I guess we just need to stop wasting time," Clarke whispered as she captured his lips again.
Bellamy slipped his hands under the sweatshirt she wore to slide up her back. He pulled back to pull the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it on the couch. Clarke was unbuttoning the shirt he wore to bare his chest to her wandering fingers.
"You've seen my chest plenty of times," Bellamy felt himself growing harder the more she stroked. "How's now different?"
Clarke smiled and shrugged as she placed her hand over his wildly beating heart. "I don't know it just is different. It's mine now. Just like you."
Bellamy chuckled and pressed a kiss to her lips. He pushed her yoga pants down her legs, taking her panties with and then reached around to pop open her bra. Her nipples hardened under his gaze and Clarke threw her head back when his mouth captured one and sucked. Clarke felt his arousal pressing against her and knew he had to be in pain. She pulled back and unbuttoned his jeans and slid them along with his boxers down his legs, his impressive penis standing at attention. Before she tossed his jeans aside he grabbed a condom from his wallet in the back pocket.
"It's all yours Princess," Bellamy handed her the condom and hissed when she gripped his cock in her hand and gently massaged it before sliding it on.
When Bellamy had pictured their first moment together he never would have imagined it to be this good. As cliche as that sounded. She matched him in every way just like he imagined she would. Clarke gently touched her forehead to his as she took him inside her for the first time. She sat still a moment adjusting to his size before she began to move. Bellamy curled his fingers between hers as her lips found his in a bruising kiss. He squeezed her fingers tightly in his as she began to move above him.
Clarke buried her face in his neck as the sensations built. It had never been like this with anyone she'd ever been with. She could feel the love he had for her poring out of every part of him. There was an intimacy she'd never before experienced.
"Bell," Clarke threw her head back as her release came pouring through her body sending Bellamy right behind her. Bellamy released her hands to grip her hips as he rode out the last of his orgasm. Clarke let out a shaky breath and placed her forehead against his. Bellamy smiled and rubbed her sides. "That's what I was missing?"
"Yep," Bellamy replied.
He gently pulled out of her and pulled the condom off. He made a quick stop in the bathroom then gathered Clarke back up against him. She settled herself between his legs and rested against his chest. Bellamy grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch and draped it over them.
"I want to say I'm sorry about what happened with Finn, but I honestly would rather thank him for being an idiot," Bellamy pressed a kiss to her temple and rubbed a hand up and down her back.
Clarke chuckled. "His loss. Your gain."
Bellamy tilted her chin up and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. "Definitely my gain."
Clarke spent the rest of the evening resting against his chest watching movies. She'd done this plenty of times with Finn, but it was never this good. Bellamy was everything she'd been searching for and now that she had him she'd never let him go.
