Chapter 3

Bellamy

He groaned loudly as he tried to open his eyes to the morning light. His hangover made his head pound and he flung an arm over his eyes. The things he had said to Clarke last night made him groan again. Fuck. Why had his drunken brain forgotten he had to live with her? The Puck Fuck really hadn't done anything to tame his attraction for her either. The proof was there for her to feel when she had leaned into him. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Well he wouldn't be a Blake if he didn't screw up every once in a while. He could face her and he would apologize for his behavior. Right after his head stopped it's pounding.

He must have dozed back off because the light that came in through the windows the next time he opened his eyes was at least mid afternoon light. But it wasn't the light that woke him it was the music. It was loud. It was coming from just outside his room, somewhere in the apartment. At least his hang over had receded a bit and he could actually attempt to get out of bed without hurling all over the place.

He pulled on his lounge around the house pants and made his way to the bathroom to brush the foul taste out of his mouth. With fresh breath and a empty bladder he headed to the kitchen to cook up some bacon. Maybe even some eggs. The perfect cure for a hangover, he sighed as the bacon popped and sizzled in the pan.

"Oh you are awake." Clarke burst from her room, the music even louder now that her door was open. She had a brush of blue paint on her cheek and she was in a light green tank top with some really short shorts that were barely visible at the bottom of her shirt. Her feet were bare and he realized the jeans the previous night had not truly shown off the perfectness of her legs.

He grunted a response, not yet ready to talk. He pulled the first few slices of bacon off the griddle and put a few more on. Never can have too many slices of bacon.

"Mmm, bacon." She said as she plucked up one of the just finished pieces and took a bite.

"Don't mind if you do." He snarked at her and gestured from the bacon in her hand to her full mouth with the fork he was using to flip the bacon.

She grinned at his gravely voice. "Hangover? Party a little too much last night?"

"How are you not hung over?" He grumbled as she snagged another slice of bacon.

"I'm not a lightweight." She gestured at him with his bacon, obviously meaning he was a lightweight.

"Right." He focused on finishing his bacon. He moved the plate out of her reach but she just came around the island and stood next to him as she snagged another slice. "You know you could have made your own." He informed her dryly. Really he didn't mind sharing, he had been cooking for Octavia for years since their mom was always at work.

"Where is the fun in that?" She chuckled, she crossed her bare feet at the ankles and leaned back against the island while she watched him cook the last of the bacon and start the eggs.

"Did you want eggs too?" He decided to ask before she took those too.

"No, I'm not an egg person. I like meat."

He was positive there was a double meaning to her comment but then he lived in the gutter most of the time. It brought back memories of the night before and he cringed inwardly, "About last night—" He trailed off as he flipped his eggs.

"No worries. Lets just move past it." She shrugged like it was no big deal and he sighed in relief.

"Okay. Deal. Let's just start fresh."

"Yeah, absolutely. We just need to lay out the ground rules for living with each other." She poured herself some OJ and offered some to him before putting it away.

It was all so domestic. He never did anything like this with any of the girls he slept with. None of the girls he slept with ever made it back to his home. The only other girl he had ever spent this type of time with was his sister, so he felt like he was in a new zone and he wasn't sure how to proceed.

"Right, ground rules. What are yours?"

"One. No bringing home random girls to fuck. Do that some where else." Her nose crinkled when she said it.

"Okay." He said.

"Just okay? You are good with that one?" She looked over at him shock written all over her face.

"Yeah, sure. I don't bring them home anyways." He dismissed rule number one as a no big deal. "What is two?"

"No loud parties during the week, I need my sleep. I do not function without it and I have to be up early for this new job."

"Okay. I will be practicing most of the time and drinking is a big no during the season. I might have a few after a game or something but that is the extent."

She nodded as if considering his words, "Three, put the toilet set back down when you are done. Both seats. Germs are bad. And swimming in it at night is not cool either."

He almost let himself laugh. Octavia would have had his head if he ever left the seat up. "Okay, do you have more?"

"Maybe, eventually. But that is about it. Do you have any rules?"

"I'm not much of a rule maker." He admitted.

Clarke

She was a rule maker and a rule follower. Anytime she had deviated from that path bad things happened. She suppressed a shiver at the memory of the accident that had taken her father from them.

"Hey, I could make up some rules if it would make you feel better." Bellamy told her mistaking her sadness as a lack of his own rules. He gave her a smile. God his smile did things to her, it was sinful.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, anything for you princess. Okay—one, no chewing with your mouth open when I'm around. No one needs to see your food." He paused as she did just that. "Two, no dirty socks laying around." She wiggled her bare toes. "Three—hmmm—" He tapped the spatula against his chin in thought. "Let's see... Okay I've got it, no drinking from the cartons. Germs are bad." He repeated her words from earlier.

"I think I can handle that."

The space between them seemed to close during their conversation and she realized she was less than a few inches from touching him. With the way his pants hung on his hips and the trail of hair downwards made her mouth water. She'd have to be dead not to feel what he was making her feel. And he wasn't even doing anything but teasing her and smiling.

"Anyways, I should go clean up my paint and stuff." She pushed a stray curl behind her ear and moved away from him.

"You have some on your face too." He told her. She could feel herself flush red. Sometimes she got so into her painting that nothing else seemed to matter. He stepped closer to her and reached out his thumb to brush it across the dried paint on her cheek. "Right here."

"Thanks." She replied before turning and going back to her room as fast as humanly possible without running there. After the door was safely closed she pressed her full weigh into it with a sigh. Why did he have to have a personality too? Weren't the good looks enough? Someone hated her and she had a feeling who it was. She turned down her music so that she would be able to hear Raven when she picked up but kept it loud enough that Bellamy couldn't hear her talking.

"Hey Clarke!" Raven responded when she answered her phone on the second ring. "I honestly thought you would call earlier, but then O told me that she talked to Lincoln and that you went out and partied with them last night. I'm so happy it is working out!" The cheer in her voice was real, she thought she had true match making skills.

"Raven I can't believe you did this to me! What were you thinking?"

"We, because it was O and I, were thinking you'd be perfect for each other." She sounded like she had the phone on her shoulder as she worked on another one of her projects.

"You know I'm with Lexa." Clarke reminded her best friend for the millionth time.

"Oh whatever. Lexa isn't good for you and you know it. Hell we all know it. Besides I thought you were on one of your breaks." She sighed and Clarke could hear something being cranked in the background.

"We are. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm on a break from everyone." Not that her body was listening to her.

"Just give him a chance Clarke, what could it hurt?"

"How about no."

"He is a good guy. He has taken care of O for her whole life at least according to her."

"How did I not even know that she had a brother?"

"Maybe because you have been so absorbed in earning your degree you haven't asked." Raven answered honestly. "Monty just showed up, I've got to go. We will come hang out next weekend, help you break in the new place. Promise."

"Okay." Clarke agreed. They said their goodbyes and she dropped her phone onto her bed with a shake of her head. Her friends meant well, but she truly wanted a break from any kind of real relationship. She was tired of the fights and tired of the emotions. If she could have the sex without the emotion she would in a heart beat.

Maybe they were right, maybe he would be the best thing for her, and he didn't seem to do serious either. But then she remembered that they were actually going to be living together for the next six months at least and she didn't want to mess that up. It would be major awkward if it didn't work out the way she planned. That solved it; she would keep her hands to herself.

Bellamy

After he was done with his food he rinsed his plate and put it into the dishwasher before heading over to the couch and flipping through the channels. He found the sports center channel and they were doing a feature on the hockey teams he would be playing against. One of the teams caught his eye 'The Grounders', they looked like they meant business and they took no prisoners. He would have to be careful on the ice with them. The rest looked like teams he had gone up against in the past.

He started to zone out the TV and think about Clarke. No matter how much he kept telling himself that she is off limits his brain just didn't listen. Even he knew that having sex with his roommate was a bad idea, not that it was an option if she liked girls. But he could swear he had some sort of effect on her.

Absently he ran his hand over his chest as he thought of Clarke and hockey and the up coming season. Yeah he didn't need the distraction that would bring.

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts he didn't realize Clarke had appeared next to the couch until she spoke. "So, what are we watching? My first day is tomorrow so I'm not planning on going out."

She sat down next to him on the couch, her bare leg pressed to his. The contact went straight to his dick and he sat up a little to hide it. "Watch what you want, I'm not really into anything right now." He passed the remote to her. She didn't fully have it when he let go and it fell between them.

"Oh, sorry—" she told him as she rested her left hand on his leg and reached down for the lost controller with her right. Her body was turned towards him and he could see more of her cleavage than he should.

"Is it true?" He found himself asking.

She stopped reaching for the controller to look up at him. "Is what true?"

"That you only like girls." His voice had gone thick and it cracked a little.

"Not only." She admitted. Her words made it feel like her hand was going to burn a hole into his leg. He knew it. What he had sensed hadn't been wrong. "But I don't do serious." She added on after a hesitation.

"Neither do I." He told her.

"But—" She paused and took her hand off of his leg like she just realized it was there. "Us living together, we should keep it platonic."

"Yeah, of course. It makes sense." It would probably kill him but it did make sense.

"Great. So what type of movies do you watch?" Clarke changed the subject effortlessly.

Bellamy thought for a moment, "Anything to do with Gods, ancient Greece, ancient Egypt, ancient Rome. You know like Gods of Egypt or those types of movies, oh, and a little bit of Sci-fi and action adventure."

"And you called me the nerdy one." She laughed at him.

"You aren't going to let me live that down, huh?"

"Not anytime soon." She agreed.

Clarke

She rolled over to the sound of her alarm and wildly flung out her arm to quite it. Just 5 more minutes.

They had stayed up later than she had planned the night before talking and laughing with each other. The TV had been just background noise. It had been nice and she was glad she had set the rule of keeping it platonic between them. She had a feeling he would be a great friend and she'd hate to ruin that for a little bit of sex, no matter how much she may be attracted to him. And there was no denying that she was. Thankfully she was also an adult and she could keep her hands to herself, at least where he was concerned.

Her alarm went off for the second time and she begrudgingly sat up in bed after turning it completely off. "Alright, I'm up." She told her room.

She had given herself extra time to get ready and get to work early that morning so she took her time with her morning routine and only the knock on the bathroom door made her move faster and finish up brushing her teeth. "One second." She called past her toothbrush and it sounded more like 'wan secone'. So she opened the bathroom door to a grinning and rumbled Bellamy. His curly hair was going in all directions and he was in those pants that just hung on his hipbones. She may need to add another rule, no shirtless Bellamy.

"Hey Princess, taking your time I see." He teased her.

"I'm finished it's all yours. I'm heading out, see you… uh… when I see you?" Her goodbye ended in a question and she rushed to cover her words. "I mean you don't have to tell me when you will be home or anything."

"That's good to know." He grinned. "But I'll be done with practice around 7:30 and I'll probably be home around 8:00 to fall into bed."

"Okay. So yeah, see you later."

They barely saw each other the rest of the week. Other than a few minutes each morning and a few words between them before Bellamy did exactly what he said he would and he fell into bed early. Practice was kicking his ass apparently.


A/N ~ We that was fluffy... I don't normally do fluffy... I'm more of an angst writer, but this is what wanted to come out. Hope you enjoy the fluff while it lasts. Oh and for sure let me know what you think, it makes me write faster. ^.^