A/N: Rating is upped again to M. And well, I can't say that I never read any M rated fics but I'm still not very... uh... *cough* confident *cough* I'm not a prude, at least I don't think so *cough* but uh yeah, so I didn't get into much details about the ... scene so yeah don't blame me. It's clear, sorta what they are doing and yeah maybe one day I'll actually feel up to writing a real M rated scene, but not this time. *cough cough cough* *coughs more as if I'm dying*

By the way, I'm also gonna say sorry here, if uh... some of you are expecting updates of my other stories. None of them will be updated this week, not with me getting 3 consecutive dreams about betrayal.

Warning: The story in italics can be skipped, if you want and don't want to read any uh... M rated scene. Un-edited, might contain mistakes.

Run and Hide

Until you start dreaming

"Ahhh, yes, baby, so good," I moan loudly, almost bordering on shouting.

I couldn't believe this is happening, this is a dream come true. I lifted my head off the pillow and glanced down to see a head of brown hair in between my legs, doing incredible things with her tongue and fingers.

When I feel two fingers push into me without warning, my eyes roll into the back of my head, I arch my back and my head falls back against the pillow. Her tongue strokes firmly on the bundle of nerves and then her mouth closes around it to suck heavily.

"Oh fuck, Lexa," I muttered in between stuttered breaths, moans and other erotic noises.

A good moment later, I see spots in my vision and then an explosion of white before I come down. As I am regaining my breath, Lexa crawls up on my body placing kisses all around as she does so. Finally her lips reach mine to give me a languid slow deep kiss.

"Lexa, I-"

She interrupts me with, "Clarke, you need to wake up."

"What do you mean, Lexa?"

"Wake up, Clarke."

I open my eyes to pearl white ceiling with an overhead fan to the left of the bed, swinging slowly yet the air is nice and cool. The bed I am currently lying on is really comfortable, it feels like I am actually sleeping on cloud.

Then I think back to my dream. "Damn," I curse, of course it couldn't have been real, it really was just a dream that won't come true unluckily. Then I remember that Lexa had slipped me a drug that had me dozing off. Wait, what if it wasn't a dream and she actually did have sex with me? Why did she even drug me anyway? And where the hell am I?

Yeah, I know my priorities are probably messed up. But who could blame me? I think having sexual relations with one's crush, especially one as beautiful as Lexa, definitely ranks higher than one's whereabouts. And it is not as if I am in any danger, anyway. I am currently lying on a bed so soft that I haven't felt for… about four years now. It has been that long since that day, huh? I wondered sadly.

I look around the place as I sit up in bed, the bed is situated to the left of the room. The room is entirely painted in pearly white colour, it gives the room a pure aura. In front of the bed and a little to the left, there's a small glass double doors which is currently open with translucent silky white curtain blowing with the wind that's rushing through. Directly before the doors is a wooden table, with intricate cravings on top, it looks to be some sort of hardwood and polished until it shone. On top of the table, a basket of fresh fruits is in the middle and a jug of fresh milk beside it. The jug has condensed water fully surrounding it, which means it hasn't warmed yet, someone must have known I would be waking up soon. Besides the fruits and milk, there is also another basket of bread and pastries. There are four chairs around the table, that seemed to be made of the same wood. In front of one of the seats, there is a silver plate with a cloche covering whatever food that is hidden inside, it already smells divine and I can feel my stomach growling. To the far right of the room, there are two sets of double doors, one of them is painted almost the same white as the walls and another is painted a deep burgundy. I would assume the white is the bathroom and the burgundy is the closet. There is also a small bedside table with a lamp on top. Other than that, there are paintings, paintings from famous artists decorating many planes of the wall. I would almost want to look at every single one of them and appreciate their deeper meaning, extravagant colours and- and anyways, my stomach is growling again, so I decide to forgo the air appreciation for after I eat.

I wander over to the chair and sit in front of the silver platter, I remove the cloche to find a nice roast, thinly sliced and ready for my consumption. There are also cooked vegetables, mashed potatoes and sautéed mushroom on the side. That is also when I notice the salt and pepper shaker to my left, with silver forks and knives, arranged to both sides of me. I almost feel like I am back to the time when I still lived with my parents and have to learn all the table etiquette with knowing what forks and spoons to use for everything. I briefly wonder if I am somehow still dreaming as I generously grinded salt and pepper over everything on my plate.

I moan appreciatively at the savoury taste of the food, they taste so good. Then again, almost everything tastes good to me now, except for eggs, processed meat, instant noodles and just about any other instant food that I had been consuming for four years. I wonder if Lexa had cooked this for me as I spread a thin layer of butter on a piece of toast.

After I have finished what was on my plate, I help myself to a glass of milk and an apple. I bite into the juicy apple as I stand up and walk to the opened glass doors that lead to the balcony. I lean against the marble railing and watch the sea waves roll around. A tiny crab lazily crawling its way on the sandy beach, a seagull swooping into the water to get a fish, the wind blowing sluggishly through my hair, I take in a breath of sea air. It smells salty and fresh… and different. Having lived in Nauru for a year, being close to the Pacific ocean, I could tell that this is different, this is not the pacific. I blink a few times in confusion, what the hell is going through my mind.

I… am not in Nauru, am I? This is when I remember Lexa's apologies from the night before, I am not imagining this. This is definitely not a dream and I am not dead in heaven either. I am not in Nauru, in a foreign place and very possibly at risk of being caught by whoever took my family and friends. I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, even if I am not in Nauru, that doesn't mean that I am at risk of being caught, I have only just been brought here. But why? Who is Lexa? I thought I knew who she was, but apparently I know next to nothing.

I had stayed at Nauru for 6 months and then she appeared out of nowhere, I didn't think much of it before but I had heard of rumors that went around, that Lexa was 'new' to Nauru. I mean, no one actually ever goes to Nauru to live and work there, except for me of course, since I am… was? on the run? She didn't even appear interested in me for the first two months, or was it all a sort of big plot? Did she want to get my guard down and slowly try to get a moment alone with me to take me away? Was that why she asked for my surname the other day? To confirm that I am my father's daughter and not just another Clarke whatever?

I shake my head, this is too much. I feel really betrayed, I close my eyes and count to ten.

Think about it again, she slipped me a pill and took me somewhere unknown. And so far that I have been awake, I haven't seen anyone and I am wearing very comfortable and silky nightgown so I wouldn't say that they are treating me badly this moment so just what is going on here? I need to find someone, I need them to tell me just where the hell I am, what the fuck they want with me, and just freaking tell me something!

I whirl around, ready to stomp out of the room and demand that someone talk to me; only to run straight into another body. I feel arms snaking around my shoulders and hugging me to his body, judging from the lack of softness on the chest. I immediately shove the person away from me, just before I got a whiff of his familiar smell. I recognize the smell before I look at his face: Bellamy. My ex-boyfriend, or is he still my boyfriend? We never had the chance to properly break up before.

"Hey princess," he smiles in that charming way that always used to make me swoon before, that which does nothing for me now. The only thing that makes me swoon… is Lexa's truest smile, not practiced but real and her chuckles that make my insides melt. Her eyes the colour of emerald, no, brighter and shine more brilliantly than any gem- wait, oh, I got sidetracked again. I always get too deep into my own thoughts whenever Lexa invades them. Lexa… her lips- NO!

I finally look into his eyes, "Bellamy…"

Yeah, I am definitely still dreaming, no way in hell I would have had sex with Lexa and then brought to a weird new place where I am treated like a princess and then Bellamy in front of me? I could probably jump off this balcony and still be alive, and maybe it would actually be the wakeup call that I so need right now. Not that seeing Bellamy again is so bad that I would want to jump, but seeing him, even in my dream, makes me feel the heartache and emptiness inside of me, for having left my family and friends behind. I probably couldn't have saved them but I could have gone with them.

While I have been deep in my thoughts, I could see that Bellamy's mouth is moving, talking animatedly but no words registered. He moves towards me then, with his hands outstretched as if to give me another hug but I turn away from him and walk to the railing.

"What's wrong, Clarke?" I can hear the apprehension in his voice but I do not say a word back.

I climb over the railing, ready to jump down when his arms suddenly wrap around me and he bodily pulls me off and back from the railing and the balcony.

"What the hell, princess? You trying to kill yourself?" He asks in his panicked voice.

I give a small glance to him, "You are a dream, I am dreaming, I won't die. I'll probably wake up if I jump."

I can see the disbelief in his face before comprehension takes over, he lets me go so I try to move back to the balcony but his left hand reaches out to my right arm and gives me a hard pinch.

I yelp loudly and slap his hand away from my arm, "The hell are you doing, Bell?"

"It hurts, right? You can't feel pain in dream, princess," he says cheekily with a lopsided smile. Again, a smile that would have made my 16 years old self swoon but not the 20 years old me.

Then it dawns on me, this is not a dream, Bellamy is standing in front of me. Oh my god.

I say just that too, "Oh my god." I jump into his arms and hug him tightly to myself. I hear his laugh and his body shaking with it as we stay glued to each other.

"Are you done having Clarke to yourself?" I heard Octavia's voice in front of me and my eyes jump open and catch hers staring right back.

I immediately fight Bellamy's arms away from me and jump into Octavia's instead, "Octavia, I miss you, I love you! Don't even leave me again!"

She laughs loudly beside my ear and I can feel her breath blowing in my ear but I don't care. I am just so elated to see the Blake siblings again.

"Only Octavia? What about me?" My eyes shoot open again to find Raven right behind Octavia.

"Raven!" I shout then adjust our position so that I could wrap Raven and Octavia in my arms, "I miss you, I love you. And don't ever ask me to run away from me again!"

I know I probably shouldn't do it but I do it anyways: I shower wet sloppy kisses on their cheeks repeatedly.

"Ewww, Clarke, stop it!" Octavia.

"Clarke, I'm glad you love me so much but you're really not my type," Raven says as she and Octavia try to pry me away from them but I just hold on stronger. Then their escape is gone as another pair of arms wrap around all of us.

"How come the girls get a much better and kissy welcome than I do?" Bellamy says in a pouty voice. All I do is laugh, because I am so happy. Well also because I don't think I should kiss Bellamy, especially not on his lips now that I no longer feel the same for him. I have a feeling that he still loves me the way he did.

When our embrace is finally over and done with, they lead me downstairs to the lounge room and Raven tells me that my parents were not working today since I just got back and they wanted to spend the day with me.

When we enter the room, I ran like a bat out of hell and pounce onto my dad, "Daddy!"

I hear his laughter and my mother's as she moves towards us and also wraps her arms around me.

"Oh Clarke!" my mother's voice sounds teary as she slowly breathe in my scent. I feel the wetness on my shoulder before I hear the sobs escaping my mother's throat.

"I thought we lost you forever," my mother says in a broken voice.

"Clarke, we have been so worried about you," my father says in a more controlled voice although it doesn't hold any less sorrow in them.

When I finally pull back from them, I have a confused look on my face, "What do you mean?"

This is really confusing… What about Lexa? I thought she was the one who brought me here? I had expected to see Lexa, not Bellamy, not Octavia, not Raven, not my parents. Not that I'm saying I am not grateful to see them again, but just, did I really die? Am I in heaven now, because all of them have died and now I am finally with them? So Lexa killed me after drugging me, so I don't feel the pain of a knife slitting my throat or similar experiences?