Clarke woke the next morning to soft strokes on her back that ran down from her neck along her spine swooped past her shoulder blade and ended softly next to her breast. The action was so simple, yet so intimate given whose hands they were coming from. Bellamy must have noticed her wake and let his hand travel from her breast to her side where he knew she was ticklish which elicited a slight giggle from Clarke. She shook her head knowing instinctively that when she shifted around in his arms he would be smirking. He was. "Morning princess," Bellamy's voice was thick with sleep and his hair was all over the place which made Clarke blush knowing that came from her hands running through the dark locks when his face was between her legs. The memory of last night made her blush from her scalp all the way to the tops of her breasts but also caused her to clench her legs together. Bellamy didn't let the little squirm go unnoticed before Clarke had a chance to respond Bellamy had dipped down and attached his lips to Clarke's, grabbed her ample hip and shifted on top of her hitching her legs up on either side of his legs.

Clarke let out a little squeal at the motion, loving the way Bellamy knew just how to touch her and make her feel like a woman. She had never felt this way with any other boy. She had dated a few guys on the ark, and then of course everyone had known about the complete disaster that was now dubbed as the Flarke disaster by many youngsters in the camp. In Bellamy's arms with his warmth surrounding her, his dark brown eyes staring into hers she couldn't even tell you what planet she was on. All she knew was that she was right where she was supposed to be; in bed with the person who knew her best. She knew that this probably wouldn't last and that he would still be the same old Bellamy who would lose interest soon and that was fine. Clarke couldn't deal with what would happen next. She wanted to just live in the moment.

If being alone all those months had taught her anything it was that planning anything was rarely worth the effort because nothing ever worked the way she planned it and it was best to just live day to day, hour to hour. So instead of wasting anymore time, she reached up and pushed the dark curls out of Bellamy's eyes and pulled him in for a kiss. Bellamy seeing something more going on behind her piercing blue eyes pulled her hands away and pulled back, leaving her ready, plump lips waiting. Of course Bellamy wanted this to happen. Bellamy had wanted this to happen since they had arrived on the ground. There had been many instances where Bellamy, being a young, active and quite unashamed of it horny guy had wanted to throw Clarke over his shoulder, tuck into his tent and have his way with her but the leader side of Bellamy had always won over the caveman side of Bellamy.

Bellamy had to be strategic, thoughtful, democratic everything he did and said had to be well thought out, he was looking out for a large number of people; attempting to keep the peace with the grounders and keep all the delinquents on an even keel all while juggling relations with camp Jaha and the adults who had not made life easier for Bellamy or Clarke. Last night was great, but Bellamy didn't just want to have Clarke when she was drunk and vulnerable. He wanted Clarke to want him any day of the week, sober or drunk. Bellamy wanted Clarke every single second of every single day and in almost every other way, he did have her except in the way that lead to mornings like this – naked in bed. Clarke and Bellamy spent almost every single day together; planning meetings and making executive decisions. Although their duties differed; Bellamy manning the ground logistics; crops, security, building cabins, chopping firewood, whereas Clarke spent her days in the drop ship they had turned into a med bay. They spent any spare time working as a team which meant late nights together and almost every meal being shared so they could quickly converse during that brief period of down time in their busy schedules.

Bellamy knew that Clarke had been through a lot and he didn't want to push her but he couldn't let this happen if he even had a sneaking suspicion she was thinking about anything other than him. All Bellamy wanted was to know that Clarke wanted Bellamy for Bellamy not as a distraction or a replacement. Clarke had a confused look on her face as Bellamy took her small delicate hands in his and let out a sigh. Clarke slightly rolled her eyes knowing Bellamy was, as usual, overthinking this. "Don't roll your eyes Clarke, this is serious." Clarke avoided his intense gave as she reached up and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Clarke knew what Bellamy wanted to talk about. He was never afraid to talk about things openly and with Clarke literally trapped under him she was going to have to talk about her feelings whether she wanted to or not. Clarke let out a sigh that was more of a surrender than a signal of anger and finally met his gaze. "Bellamy look, I am yours. Any time that isn't spent out there with them," she gestured to the flap on her tent, "is spent with you." She gently pokes his chest and he sees her cheek turn a bit pink knowing that talking about her feelings was something she wasn't thrilled about, "and if you think that's just because I enjoy agonizing over every single detail about this camp over and over again then you really need to start rethinking our relationship because I spend time with you because you're not just my friend- you're my partner. I don't want to be anywhere but right here with anyone but you. I know you want me to say to you that nothing will change and that it'll still be us because that's ridiculous.

This changes everything, even though half the camp already thinks we sleep together we'll finally have everything said out loud and that changes things. I don't want to pretend like the past didn't happen but I know in this world we can't really plan for the future so all I can promise you is right in this moment I only want you and if I could wish for anything in the future is that no matter what happens I would be with you but I don't control the future and neither do you. All we have is today. I don't want to live in a world where you don't know that I love you but I can't promise you the world this" she motions to herself "is all I got. That might not be enough for you and that would really suck but what you see is what you— Before Clarke could finish Bellamy had leaned forward and captured her lips with his own.

Clarke, caught off guard, let him slip is tongue into her mouth with a little sigh, "okay, so I'm guessing we're all cool here?," Clarke asked as they came up for air. Bellamy peppered her lips and cheeks with kisses "just so you know, the feeling is mutual Princess." Bellamy murmured against her neck, his stubble scrapping deliciously against her delicate white skin. "There is no place I'd rather be than right here with you Clarke, no matter where I am I will always want to be by your side." The last few words he punctuated with kisses on her chest Clarke let out an affirming sigh, unable to really concentrate on his words as his mouth dipped lower kissing the valley between her breasts before lowering his mouth onto her left breast and sucking on the tight pink bud. Clarke let out a breathy moan as she sought out something to give her some relief from the aching between her legs. As Bellamy felt Clarke struggling for friction he brought his thigh between her legs and she ground down on is as he suckled her breasts. With the newfound pleasure Clarke let her insecurities drift away.

As Bellamy moved his lips back to Clarke's lips she took the distraction as the perfect opportunity to hitch her leg up and over pinning Bellamy to the mattress straddling him with her legs. Bellamy let her dominate; her breasts dangling in his face as she reached into his boxers and gripped his hard length. She pushed his boxers down far enough until his boner was freed and she used both her hands, pumping him. She used her thumb to swipe the pre-cum leaking out of him and rubbed him up and down the feel of him in her hands making her even more wet. Her wetness was leaking out of her onto his chiseled body. With both her hands occupied he was gripping her thighs where they met her hips and his thumb jutted out reaching between her legs to rub her clit, once he reached his destination her hands lost the rhythm she as using and she let out a loud groan. Bellamy used this moment of weakness as an opportunity to flip them over. Bellamy reached under Clarke's knees and pushed her legs up until she wrapped them around his waist and locked her ankles. He reached down and took his hard pulsing member in his hands and moved to her entrance. Just before breaching her glistening pink folds he looked up at the woman beneath him; her halo of blonde hair, atop her beautiful face those piercing blue eyes, her perfect full chest, the soft skin of her stomach that just months before had been stretched thinly across her bones now full of flesh. With one last glance at Clarke, giving her a silent question she answered with a searing kiss as he pushed himself into her.

He went slowly, not wanting to rush the delicious feeling of friction as he filled her. It wasn't until he bottomed out that Clarke took a sharp breath in followed by a breathy moan, the feeling of Bellamy all the way inside her was incredible. After a beat Bellamy had yet to move causing Clarke to buck against him whining "Bellamy, if you're going to do something do it now, you're the one who flipped me over!" Bellamy chuckled with a cheeky smirk on his face and then without preamble pulled out of her and then thrust back causing Clarke to shudder with pleasure, "of course you'd be bossy in bed." "Just shut up and fuck me Bellamy!" Bellamy smirked thrust into her again making her a promise, "believe me Princess, when I'm done with you, you won't be to walk straight for a week" The comment on top of a particularly well aimed thrust that brushed that spot inside Clarke made the coil in her belly tighter begging for release.

Her whole body shook from the pleasure as she moaned and mewed as Bellamy fucked her. His grip on her hips was sure to leave bruises. She could feel her orgasm building in her and Bellamy felt her body start to tense around his cock. He felt his own orgasm building up and started to slam into her in a deliciously rough way with no rhyme or reason. Clarke pulled him down for one more kiss as Bellamy found her clit with his thumb and moved it in circles until Clarke came undone beneath him. She shook and moaned as Bellamy continued his assault on her pussy, thrashing on top desperate to find his own peak. Then Clarke exploded, her orgasm ripped through her body, her pussy clenching around Bellamy's cock pulling him over the edge with her. He gave a final wild thrust into her before spurting his hot cum into her as they together rode out their orgasms. Until Bellamy collapsed onto Clarke's chest both of them covered in sweat and completely sated.

As they caught their breath Bellamy slowly pulled of Clarke which caused her to let out a squeak of resentment that made Bellamy smirk. Bellamy fell onto his back and pulled Clarke on top of his chest, where she easily rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat fall back to normal. "I'm not sure if you forgot or maybe you didn't hear me earlier," Clarke murmured playfully, "but I did tell you earlier that I loved you." Her index finger drawing little patterns on his chest. "oh I heard you Princess, and I just demonstrated one of the ways I express my love, but just in case that was lost on you, I love you Clarke Griffin." His grip on her tightened and she felt his lips drop into her hair as they both drifted off to sleep.

A/N: I'm so immature I laughed out loud when I wrote "boner" up there