Bellamy did text the next day, inviting her to his frat's quarterly Friday night. Clarke was hesitant about going to another frat party, but Octavia and Raven were so excited to go again and Clarke wanted to see Bellamy, so she once again found herself in too little clothing, making the trip across campus.
Murphey, the brother in charge of risk management, stopped Octavia at the door. "Sorry, your brother said you can't come in."'
"What?" Octavia screeched.
"I don't make the rules," Murphey shrugged.
"Call Bellamy and get him out here right now," Octavia insisted. "Clarke won't go in without me, right Clarke?"
Clarke nodded in agreement and Murphey pulled out his phone, waving in the girls that had arrived after them.
"Hey, Bellamy. Could you come out front? Your sister is here," he paused. "Yup, see ya in a sec."
"He's coming," Murphey told the girls, who had stepped aside to wait.
Bellamy was there in a few minutes, looking a little frustrated, but also a little tipsy. "Really, O?"
"Clarke's not going to go in without me," Octavia responded haughtily.
Bellamy's eyes found Clarke's and he knew that was true. He sighed, "Fine, O. Just be safe. I'm going to tell Miller to watch after you and if he sees anything, he's going to take you home."
Octavia rolled her eyes, "Whatever, big brother," and pushed past him into the party.
Raven quickly followed after her, but Clarke stayed put. Bellamy reached over and intertwined her hands with his. "Hey. How are you?"
Clarke smiled. "Good," she nodded.
"Awesome," he was absent-mindedly playing with her hands. "Do you wanna head inside?"
"Sure," she followed him through the door, careful not to let his fingers slip away. They weaved through what best could be described as a rave, with the neon colors and excessive revealed skin. Then again, it could be just another Friday night.
Bellamy spotted Miller and gave him the rundown on Octavia and Miller took off to find her. Bellamy turned back to Clarke. "So, do you want a drink?"
Clarke shook her head, "I would prefer to not repeat last week. And I'm sure you don't want to carry me into your bedroom again."
Bellamy grinned, "Nope, I'd actually be pretty okay with repeating that part of the night." With that, he swiftly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, fireman style.
Clarke giggled. "You know I could have walked into your room of my own accord."
"Yeah, but we get there faster this way because people kind of clear a path. Plus, this is fun," she could hear the grin in his voice.
Clarke really couldn't complain with her view and his hand warm against the back of her thighs.
They were at his door quickly and he typed the code above the doorknob and walked into the room all with Clarke still resting on his shoulder. He carefully set her down on his couch and flopped down next to her.
"So you invited me to a huge party to have me sit in your room with you?" Clarke questioned.
"Well, sorta," Bellamy's hand found the back of his neck.
Clarke laughed, "How'd you become president of a top tier frat? You're kind of a dork."
His mouth dropped, "Hey! I happen to have good leadership ability and I'm also good at pretending to be cool. I have a good leather jacket."
"Sounds like I could be the president of a frat," Clarke teased.
"Says the girl who can't hold her liquor."
Clarke rolled her eyes. "That was one time."
Bellamy smiled and Clarke realized how close they had gotten. "You can be my second in command."
Clarke shifted to straddle his lap, their noses touching. "Not good enough."
"Co-president?" he breathed, his lips less than an inch from hers.
"I'll take it." She crashed her lips against his.
Her hands weaved into his hair gently tugged. His hands skimmed her sides, causing her back to arch and her chest to press against his. He hooked his hands under her thighs and Clarke gasped against his mouth as he stood, lifting her with him.
He walked them over to his bed, but before he set her down, he broke free for a moment. "Is this too fast?"
"Probably," Clarke pressed her forehead against Bellamy's.
"Do you want to stop?" he stared into her eyes.
"Not even a little bit," Clarke said as Bellamy hotly pressed his lips to hers before laying her on the bed and crawling above her.
Their lips met again and Bellamy lazily slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her fingers danced up his strong arms that were holding him above her. One hand made its way down his chest and slipped under his shirt to feel his warm skin and hard muscles against her fingers. The other toyed with the collar of his shirt until he got the hint and pulled it off.
"Much better," Clarke murmured against his mouth.
Bellamy began working his way down her jaw and neck, but when he reached the edge of her crop top, he paused. "This needs to come off."
He sat back on his heels to allow Clarke to whip her top over her head and then made quick work of her bra.
Bellamy's eyes widened and he gruffly mumbled, "Fuck," before closing the distance between them again.
His mouth moved over the swell of her breast, leaving marks partially because he just couldn't help himself. Clarke's back arched against Bellamy when his mouth found her hardened nipple and encircled it with his tongue.
"Oh, God, Bellamy," she moaned.
She could feel his smirk against her skin. His lips trailed further down and she shimmied her hips as he slid her shorts and panties off. He hitched her thighs over his shoulders and mumbled against her inner thigh, "God, Clarke, you're so wet."
Her fingers gripped into his hair, "Yeah, Bell, that's your cue to stop teasing and do something," she whined.
"I really like when you call me that," he said quickly before licking his tongue up and down her folds. Clarke wanted to say something in response but all she could do was moan.
Bellamy continued like that for a little while, periodically sucking on her clit and making her writhe with pleasure. Soon, she was crying out, "God, Bellamy, I'm so close!"
He slipped two fingers inside her and said, "Come for me, Clarke. Come for me." The combination of his fingers, his tongue, and his voice made Clarke unravel. Bellamy carried her through her orgasm, loving the way she moaned loudly.
Once she had come back to herself, Bellamy brought his face back up to hers and kissed her quickly before saying, "Holy shit, that was hot."
Clarke blushed, but forcefully said, "Take off your pants."
Bellamy quickly obliged while Clarke rustled through his nightstand for a condom. She placed it on top of the nightstand for easier access, then turned her attention to where it was needed. She took Bellamy's cock in her hands and stroked up and down his long member.
Bellamy's mouth caught Clarke's for a beat before he said, "Clarke, I'm going to need that condom real quick if you keep doing that."
Clarke leaned for the condom and rolled it on with expertise before pushing Bellamy backwards so he was on his back on his bed. She crawled over him and positioned herself over his entrance, before sliding down onto him. He groaned at the sudden sensation of her heat surrounding him. His hands held onto her hips as she rode him, her nails digging into his shoulders and surely leaving red half-moon marks in their wake. Watching Clarke's excellent breasts bounce along with her rhythm pushed Bellamy over the edge fairly quickly, but he was able to hold on until Clarke's walls were pulsating around him.
They came together, riding out the orgasm. Clarke flopped down beside him and laughed, after she caught her breath. "I can't believe we just did that," she said as he got rid of the condom.
"For the record, that was not my plan when I brought you up here," Bellamy said as he slid back into bed with her.
"Oh really?"
"Well, I mean, I knew it was a possibility…" Bellamy trailed off while playing with the hand Clarke had rested on his chest.
"Pig," Clarke mumbled before pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder.
"If I remember correctly, a certain blonde initiated this whole situation, removing all pig-ness from myself," Bellamy smirked.
"That hardly even made sense!" Clarke laughed.
"God, I love that sound," he smiled, stretching to kiss her again.
Clarke cuddled against him a little more, wanting to be as close to him as possible. "Are we getting into this whole thing too fast?"
Bellamy wrapped his arms around Clarke and said, "Let's just see how it goes. Don't overthink this," he kissed the side of her head.
Clarke nodded and started to drift off, followed quickly by Bellamy, both ignoring the pumping bass that reverberated through the frat house from the party downstairs.
Clarke woke up with Bellamy's arms wrapped around her as he teetered on the edge between snoring and breathing loudly. She wiggled out of his arms and threw on the t-shirt that was flung over his dresser. She wandered down to the kitchen and found the cook making breakfast, along with four other girls in shack shirts.
One of them handed her coffee as she sat on a stool at the counter. "Thanks," she said, surprised that people actually hung around before their stride of pride.
The cook slid pancakes in front of her, obviously used to the parade of girls on Saturday mornings. The girls dug in, a nice mixture of hungover and starving. There was some small talk around bites of pancake and a girl who lived in Clarke's dorm asked if she wanted to walk back with her.
At that moment, Bellamy knocked on the doorjamb, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts.
"Clarke? You going to come back to bed?" he asked.
Clarke nodded before quickly shoving another bite of pancake into her mouth. She hopped up and met Bellamy in the doorway, earning a wink from the cook and wry smiles from the girls at the counter. Clarke even heard a muffled, "Get it girl," once the girls were out of sight.
Weeks passed and things just kept improving. Octavia had started dating a guy in Bellamy's frat and he totally freaked out, but Octavia was too stubborn for him to actually do anything about it. Clarke and Bellamy had become that annoying couple in class that couldn't stop flirting and Octavia faked gaging every time she saw them kiss.
Even Clarke's mom had taken a chill pill and didn't call to harass her every day.
Well, that's what Clarke thought until her mom barged into her room one Sunday morning to find Bellamy and Clarke naked in Clarke's bed with her roommates nowhere to be found.
"Clarke," her mother said in a strangled voice.
Clarke grabbed Bellamy's t-shirt off the floor and pulled it on before ushering her mother into the hallway.
"What the hell, Mom?" Clarke whisper-yelled, trying to keep quiet because 7 AM in college dorms is the middle of the night for the rest of the world.
"I know midterms are coming up, and I wanted to come check-in in person to see how your studying is going. I didn't… expect to… see anything like this..." Abby drifted off, the most uncomfortable Clarke had ever seen her.
"Mom, that was very nice of you, but two things: you should knock first and anything before 10 AM is too early," Clarke tried to calmly explain to her mother.
"Okay, you have a point, but I don't know how you can be studying enough or sleeping enough if you have a boyfriend. Why didn't you tell me about it?"
"Um, because this is your reaction?" Clarke muttered.
At that moment, Bellamy opened the door, fully clothed. "Um, hi. I figured I should introduce myself. I'm Bellamy Blake," he reached out to shake Abby's hand.
"Nice to meet you," she responded.
Clarke interrupted, "Can we do this when I'm wearing pants?"
Abby nodded, "Yes, of course. Go get dressed and I'll take you two to breakfast."
Octavia naturally was walking up at that very moment wearing a tiny black body-con dress, grumbling about alcohol being poison.
"Morning, O, how was your night?" Clarke asked, hoping to cut her mom off before she said something judgmental.
"Let's just say it's surprising I can walk this morning," Octavia grinned.
The expression on Bellamy's face was mirrored on Abby's, who just said, "I'll meet you at the car," and shuddered.
I think I've only got like one or two more chapters of this, but I'm not really sure. Hope you all liked it!