HI GUYS I'M BACK WITH A NEW CHAPTER :3
Sorry my chapters are added so far apart. I've been busy. And I just got a sudden urge to write at 12 AM when I have to be up at 7 AM so. Hope you enjoy the new chapter.

She had a restless sleep. She had woken from a particularly detailed dream. She sighed, pushing her face into her pillow. She could feel his lips on her collar bone like they had actually been there. She didn't want to go back to sleep. She wanted to see him. In person. She had never met this man before the night of Octavia's party, but she felt like she knew him so well. Anyway, even if she did actually try to go see him, she didn't know where he lived. And she couldn't ask Octavia. No way. She groaned, and closed her eyes as she pressed her face into the pillow. She gasped, sitting up. She figured it out. She knows where he lives. She's dressed and out the door in less then 10 minutes.

Bellamy looked up from his history book that he wasn't even reading as he heard a knock on the door. His imagination was just cruel now. He shook his head, looking back at the book that he wasn't reading, he was just trying to get his mind off her. Then he heard it again, and he sighed, standing up, running a hand through his curls as he looked through the little peep whole. His eyes widened and he stepped back from the door, staring at the mahoganey colored wood. She knocked again, before he finally pulled the door open, staring at her. And her staring at him. "Hi.."

Clarke sat awkwardly in Bellamy's kitchen, holding the cup of coffe between her cold hands. It wasn't even cold outside, it was summer. She had been surprised that he had actually answered the door, and not a stranger. And also shirtless. She had stared for a few seconds, obviously, but who wouldn't? He was absolutely gorgeues. She wanted to draw him properly so bad. "So.. Uh.. Nice place.."

"Thanks.." Bellamy, now with a shirt on, sat down across from her, trying not to stare. "How did you find it? Just out of curiousity." He sat forward some.

"I actually saw it in a dream." She chuckled nervously. "And I only know one apartment building on this street with mahoganey doors." She took a sip of her coffee.

"So why did you come?" He glanced at her lips as she licked some excess coffee off. Then back to her eyes, and saw a slight blush creeping across her cheeks.

"I.. Don't know. I was thinking about it when I figured out where you live, and I figured I better come before I chicken out.." She smiled shyly, and took another drink of her coffee, but this time a huge gulp, the burning feeling helping to calm her nerves just a tiny bit. "You read?" She motioned to the bookshelf visible from the other room some, and she got up when he nodded.

"Mostly history." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he followed her, blushing some when he saw her running her hand over the spines of the books, imagining it was his spine her hand was on.

"You like history?" She turned to look at him some, smiling softly.

"Yeah.. It's one of the few things I've discovered that I truly enjoy." He nodded some, staring at her smile.

"That's how I feel about art." Her smile broadened as she turned away to look at the books again.

He groaned inwardly, rubbing his face, then dropping his hands. "And what else?" He asked, hoping he would get her to turn around.

"Well.." She turned her head some, and she instantly felt his lips against hers, and they were so soft, and they felt so much better than she had imagined.

The rest of her body rotated around to hit against his as his hands rested on her waist, and he pushed her gently up against the bookshelf, breaking apart from the kiss only a few seconds at a time, sighing as he memorized every curve of her mouth.

Clarke sighed, and whimpered a tiny bit, curling her hands in his hair, groaning at how soft his hair was. She felt his hands tighten on her waist, then she felt him lifting her, and she jumped a tiny bit to help him, wrapping her legs around him as she was pinned in between the bookshelf and his body, her head falling back as his lips came off hers and traveled down her jaw, then stopped to suck on her collar bone some.

He groaned heavily at the sound she made when his lips connected with her collar bone, and the reaction her body had, her hips pushing forward into his. She wasn't like any girl he'd ever been with. And he was being completely different with her than how he would have been with another girl. By now they would already ben undressed. But he wanted to take his time with her, take his time to memorize every edge and curve.

"Bellamy!" She gasped as she felt his tongue against her skin, and her head fell back as her hips pushed forward, and she could feel a bulge pressing against her. She wanted, no, needed friction. "Bellamy please.." She whispered, and she gasped as she felt his hips push into hers, moaning softly as his lips found hers again.

He smiled some as he felt her tug at his shirt, and he pulled back long enough to pull it over his head, and he stilled as he felt Clarke's hands on him, shivering as her hands traced patterns along his chest and abs, and he lifted his eyes, urging her to look him in the eyes. "Are you sure?" He asked when her eyes finally met hers.

Her whole body felt on fire, and she couldn't deny it anymore. "Yes.." She nodded, and the next kiss was absolute fire, along with every other touch and motion. And in the next few seconds, she felt herself being lowered down. She looked around and realized they were in his room. She didn't even remember being moved. Then she gasped as she felt his hands wonder up her shirt, so slow and calculating. She had never felt this way with anyone before. Not even Finn. Finn didn't touch her in this way. Bellamy is everything Finn was not. And she loved his hands on her.

The time felt like it was moving in slow motion, as he took his time to touch and kiss every inch of her body, to feel the way she moved, and the way she felt, against him. The sounds she made when he touched her just right, and when he found that perfect angle to thrust into her. The sounds she made when she finally came undone beneath him. And eventually the sound of her breathing as she fell asleep pressed against his side, his arms around her, and her head on his shoulder.

There you have it. I feel like it was a very well written chapter. But at the same time I was half asleep as I wrote this, and I can barely keep my eyes open as I'm writing this little part. But oh well. I'll try to keep the chapters updated as frequently as possible :)