When she opened her eyes again, her eyelashes brushed against Bellamy's chest. She must have turned over in the night. Her arms were tucked between their bodies, but Bellamy's arms...Bellamy's arms rested heavily around her waist, and his hands had slipped under the hem of her shirt and were securely molded to her lower back. One of her legs was tucked between his knees. He was still asleep, she could tell from his even breathing. She inhaled deeply and breathed in his scent: dirt, sweat, blood...but under all that there was a maleness that Clarke found rather heady. Her heart rate picked up, her body responding to Bellamy's rather intimate embrace before her mind had a chance to rationalize it.

"What would it be like," Clarke thought, "to be a normal girl with a crush on a normal boy?" If circumstances had been different, would Clarke and Bellamy have ever gravitated toward one another? Ever since the trainwreck that had been losing her virginity to Finn, then losing him altogether, Clarke had quietly walled off that part, the romantic part, of herself. And it wasn't as if any of them had time for romance. "Except...Raven and Octavia have made the time…" a small, frustrated voice in her head spoke up. She envied them. Maybe she should seek out some physical comfort as well.

Bellamy stirred, his arms instinctively pulling her closer as his body began to wake. His hands moved along her back, tracing fire into Clarke's skin and causing her to shiver. She curled deeper into his chest, her head fitting just beneath his chin, her lips almost resting against the hollow at the base of his neck. He let out a soft sleepy sound from the back of his throat, and for some reason this caused Clarke's stomach to drop and her breath to hitch. Clarke pulled her head away from his neck to look up into his face and saw that he was staring down at her through hooded eyes.

"Morning," Clarke whispered. "Is it?" That was a good question. Clarke realized she had no idea how long they'd been asleep. Bellamy continued to look down at her. Slowly, he pulled one hand away from her back, letting it trace its way up along her hip and waist before lifting it to brush her hair away from her face. His hand then found its way to her jaw, resting there while his thumb began to stroke her bottom lip. Clarke's eyes closed involuntarily and it was her turn to make a soft, throaty noise. "Fuck," she heard Bellamy curse quietly under his breath, just before she felt his lips crash into hers.

Her body reacted without her mind's permission, her leg immediately hitching itself high on Bellamy's hip as she deepened the kiss. Her hands felt their way down to the hem of his shirt and snaked under, feeling the hot, rippled flesh of his stomach and moving up to his chest. Bellamy's mouth was...exquisite. There was no other word for it. He kissed her deeply then gently bit her bottom lip before moving downward, leaving a line of fire as he nipped his way from her mouth down to her collarbone and back again. Clarke could hardly breathe.

His hands weren't idle either. Under her shirt, he found her breast and began stroking her through her bra. Her nipples pebbled to hard peaks under his touch. Bellamy lifted his knee between her legs, putting pressure at the apex of her thighs. She moaned against his mouth as she stroked his chest. Her hands raked through the downy hair that was sprinkled there before circling his nipples with her thumbs.

Bellamy's arms moved around her waist again and he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, pulling her on top, only breaking their kiss when he lifted Clarke's shirt over her head and tossed it aside. He sat up-she was straddling him now-and his shirt quickly joined Clarke's on the floor. Those hot hands of his made quick work of her bra also, then he stilled. He leaned back and drank in her body: her legs on either side of his hips, her breasts swollen with desire and tipped with rose colored nipples just aching to be sucked. And suck he did.

The moment Bellamy's mouth latched onto her breast, Clarke lost any remnant of her reasoning skills. Her hands tugged gently at his hair as his tongue worshiped her. She ground down against his erection, her own core on fire and ready-so ready-for him to be inside her. His continued his delicious assault against her breasts and he fumbled at the button on her pants. She took his cue and began loosening his belt as well.

Bellamy's hands moved to her ass and he pulled her tighter around his waist as he suddenly swung his legs off of the bed. He turned and set her down and began to tug her pants and panties down her legs. She continued fumbling with his belt. They were both moving quickly, afraid to stop or think. Finally, Clarke sat naked on the bed in front of him, and Bellamy helped her unbuckled his pants and slide them down to the floor. His erection sprang free and the sight of it made Clarke wetter than she had ever been in her life.

Standing, Bellamy moved quickly between her legs, his hand dipping into her folds first and finding her slick. He made a growling noise and used his thumb to tease her clit. Clarke groaned and wrapped her arms around Bellamy's neck to pull him in closer. She reached down and began stroking his cock with long, deliberate motions. His eyes closed and he moaned, but he never took his hand away from her heated core.

She needed him inside her. Now.

Grasping him firmly, she lined him up with her center and gasped as he sank into her with one quick thrust. She wrapped her legs around him and held on as he began a slow, deep rhythm that soon had her biting into his shoulder. He placed his hands under her ass and lifted her off of the bed. He thrust upward as he lowered her down on to his cock again, and again, and again.

Clarke was nearly delirious with lust, and she wanted more. "God, Bellamy, yes," she groaned. He turned and sat down on the bed again, driving into her as she settled her legs on either side of his hips. He lay back and watched her with reverence as she began to ride him. He reached up to stroke her breast with one hand while the other moved down to the juncture of their bodies. Clarke picked up her pace, fucking him faster and faster. When his thumb again began making circles around her clit, Clarke's core tightened and she exploded, crying out his name as her muscles spasmed around him. The sight of her wanton face and the sound of his name on her lips drove him over the edge as well, and he came with an intensity he had never experienced. He thrust upwards a few more times before stilling, breathing hard. Clarke collapsed against his chest, spent.