Chapter 4

Responding to JH guest review. Oh don't you worry, I don't like that idea either :) Bellarke is very much a unit and like in the show, misunderstandings happen. And most of the time, I find it's the secondary Characters who put certain ideas in other peoples heads.

Later at supper, Clarke was sitting by Bellamy. He noticed she couldn't stop fidgeting, taking a drink from her cup every couple minutes, and playing with her fork.

"Whats wrong?" He asked.

He's looked around the room, but could't see what could be causing her to squirm. After her bath Clarke had disappeared, spending the rest of her afternoon with her friends. He'd kept an eye on her, but gave her some distance.

Clarke just shook her head. But Bellamy was done letting her get away with shrugs or one word answers.

"Clarke." He demanded.

She looked over at him. "He won't look at me, Kane."

Bellamy looked over at one of the adults from the sky people. Kane was eating, but his eyes drifted around the room, to everyone but the blonde.

"Should he be?" Bellamy asked slowly, not understanding.

Clarke licked her lips and looked back down, "He basically watched his daughter have sex, The only thing keeping me from jumping from the highest floor of this tower, is the fact that I was covered up."

"What?" The shocked tone in Bellamy's voice caused her to look up. "Kane's your father?"

"No, no. But he watched me grow up. He's the lesser of three evils. My mother and Jaha being the other options."

"He'll get over it."

"I won't." Clarke pouted.

Bellamy moved his hand to cover hers on the table. The one she'd been using to continuously pick up and drink from her cup with.

"Kane not looking at me, is almost worse than, Roan? He won't stop."

Bellamy's hand tightened over hers, his eyes drifting over to the ice nation prince. His mother had been the one who'd tried to marry Clarke off to one of her own people.

When Bellamy's eyes rested on him, Roan winked before going back to talking to the person beside him.

"Ow!" Clarke hissed, trying to pull her hand out from Bellamy's, who seemed to be trying to break it.

Her verbal signal that she was in pain snapped Bellamy back into reality. He didn't release her hand, but he did soften his grip and gently massage her palm.

"Sorry." He told her honestly.

"He shouldn't have even been in the room last night, but his mother doesn't come to these kinds of things. Not when there isn't a personal gain to be had."

Clarke nodded, turning back to her plate.

"Raven and Jasper were telling me that Anya was sending them back to camp Jaha." Clarke eyed him, seeing if what she was saying would pull a reaction from him. "The same day we'd be traveling back to your camp."

Bellamy nodded confidently. "Sounds right."

"ah.- Were you planning on telling me?"

He looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "You've been avoiding me all day. Besides it's not new news."

"I was not avoiding you." Bellamy titled his head at her. "And the wedding was super last minute, we didn't really get a chance to talk about not so trivial things, like living arrangements."

"You thought you'd be going back to camp with your friends?"

Both were trying to keep their voices down, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.

"I hadn't really thought about it- but yeah."

Bellamy shook his head. "We can't live apart Clarke. I won't do that."

"So there is no conversation? I just have to live where you decide."

"There is no decision. I cannot leave my heda, and I refuse to have you living in another camp miles away from me. Even if I did, you aren't safe with those people."

Clarke rolled her eyes. "They can't hurt me."

"No?" Bellamy challenged. "They locked you up Clarke. On the ground and in the sky-" He pointed at her. "You told me that."

"I was locked in a room, I wasn't exactly fighting for my life..."

Bellamy's eyes narrowed. "You mean like you had to with us."

"I didn't say that!" Clarke snapped.

"You'll be living in my village, end of discussion."

Clarke pursed her lips, turning away from him and faced the table. Instead of reaching for the water, she reached past it and grabbed the jug of moonshine Jasper had made. After taking a couple long pulls, she felt Bellamy pulling the jug from her lips.

"Clarke!" Jasper called to her from the other side of the room.

When she looked at him, Jasper held up his thumb, silently asking her if she liked his new batch of moonshine. Clarke gave him a thumbs up.

Anya rounded the table, come to stand behind Clarke and Bellamy's chairs. "You two, follow me."

Bellamy responded without a thought, standing from his chair. When Clarke didn't immediately do the same, he gave her a questioning look. Clarke took one more swig from the jug of moonshine, since Bellamy left it unattended. Then she got to her feet.

Above her annoyance at Bellamy and her uncomfortability with Kane and Roan. She was the leader of the hundred and that came first, above all else.

"After you." Clarke told Bellamy when he didn't follow as Anya started to exit the room.

He clearly wanted to walk behind her for whatever reason. When he realized Clarke wasn't going to move, Bellamy caved with a annoyed huff. Clarke followed after him with a little triumphant smirk on her lips.

.

"So anyone who wants to came-?"

Anya nodded at Clarke's question. "Anyone from your camp is welcome to come live with us. As long as they abide by our laws."

Clarke nodded in thought, no matter how foggy, now she wished she hadn't taken so many swigs of Jasper's moonshine.

"I'll bring it up to them tomorrow." Clarke looked over at Bellamy. "You realize I'm going to have to return to camp Jaha first, to get my things and tell the rest of my people."

Anya nodded, but Bellamy spoke. "Kane can bring the information back to his people."

The blonde crossed her arms over her chest, "I'd be easier if I did it. That's why we got married in the first place isn't it? So I could be the go between and keep my mom and Jaha from ruining our alliance. Besides, a bunch of teens wondering the woods looking for your village, they'll be picked off before they get to the river."

"We can send warriors back with your friends. They will make sure they arrive safely."

"Who's gonna pack my stuff?"Clarke challenged.

"Raven." Bellamy answered definitively.

Clarke shook her head, he was impossible to argue with.

Anya watched the new husband and wife go back and forth. She smiled, seeing the fire in them as they spared. She could see the worry in her warrior as he wanted to keep his wife safe. As well as the frustration and annoyance in Clarke as she didn't understand yet how deeply Bellamy's love for her ran.

"You will accompany me to our village." Anya spoke to Bellamy. "From there you with take Clarke and the others back to the sky people camp. Once they are ready, you will join us back."

Bellamy and Clarke both listened to Anya. Bellamy because she was heda and Clarke because she was getting what she wanted.

"Now go." Anya told them. "Enjoy the rest of your night, because tomorrow we leave."

The couple nodded, staying in the room until Anya was gone.

"I guess you got what you wanted after all."

Clarke giggled. "No really, you're going to be a grumpus for the whole trip."

Bellamy assessed her. "You're drunk."

Clarke shrugged. "Possibly. It's our wedding festivities. We're supposed to be having fun."

"I was beginning to think you didn't know the meaning of the word."

She scoffed. "This coming from you... I'm going back to the party."

Bellamy watched her stumble, but he wouldn't let her fall.

"I think the party is going to have to go on without you." He said, hand curled around her bicep to keep her upright.

He'd expected her to argue, but instead Clarke looked up at him and smile.

"Fare enough. If we're going to be walking all day tomorrow I don't want to be fight a hangover and be sleep deprived."

They walked together, well Bellamy walked, Clarke stumbled. Once they made it to their room, Clarke started trying to remove her pants. Because of the heat of the day and the sweat Clarke found the leather difficult to remove.

Bellamy watched her struggle for a full two minutes. After she'd fallen back first on the bed and seemed to have given up.

"Help?" She asked him.

Bellamy shook his head as he walked to her, he couldn't help the way his heart restricted at the cute pout she wore. God he wanted to kiss those lips.

"Stand up." He told her, taking both her hands in his to assist in the movement. "Hold onto my shoulders."

Clarke listened, Bellamy got to his knees, with a couple tugs he managed to free Clarke of her pants. Instead of stepped out of her pants when he tapped on her calf, Clarke ran her fingers from Bellamy's shoulders into his hair.

"I couldn't stop thinking about it all day." She admitted softly.

"Thinking about what?" He asked her just as softly, tipping his head back so he could look up at her.

Clarke's eyes were closed, her head tilted to the side as she continued to play with his curls.

"Last night, and this morning." She breathed. "How I wanted it to happen again."

Bellamy's hands instinctively tighten on her legs. He turned his head to kiss one of her forearms. Something clicked in his head. Clarke hadn't been irritated or avoiding him because she was mad, but because she'd been horny, and didn't want to ask him for sex.

He chuckled into her stomach, feeling her muscled there tighten at the noise. Bellamy rose to his feet, keeping his body close to hers.

"You want me between these beautiful legs princess?" His hand skimming her inner thigh.

Clarke with her forehead rested on his chest, nodded. Feeling slightly embarrassed about voicing her desire.

Bellamy's hands massaged the smooth skin of her hips, taking her shirt between his fingers and pulling it over her head.

Next he removed her bra throwing it to the side. "Lay down."

Clarke shivered at his tone, suddenly very aware about what they were going to do. This wasn't wedding night ritual sex. It wasn't post sleep, lazy turned hot sex. This was them saying to each other that no matter how they ended up together, sex was open and on the table.

"I noticed the gazes too you know." Clarke looked at him, pulling back from his chest. "The way the men and even some of the women look at you."

The hairs on Clarke's skin stood up, she shivered. "No they don't." She negated.

"You don't think so?" Bellamy teased, his hands moving around her hips and over her plump ass.

Clarke shook her head, eyes closed as Bellamy continued to touch her.

"They do." He insisted. "I wanted to rip every last one of their heads off."

Despite the violent promise of these words, Clarke couldn't help but feel turned on by them. Because the tone in which they were spoken were anything but violent.

"Lay down." he told her once again.

This time she listened. Getting onto her hands and knees, Clarke crawled onto the bed. When she reached the pillows, she turned to sit on her bum. Only to find Bellamy shirtless, inches from her face.

She gasped, and he pressed his lips into hers. Clarke's hands went to his wide strong shoulders and into his hair. Bellamy groaned as her nails scratched his skull.

He started to kiss around her neck and collar bone, while Clarke reached for the button on his pants. Once she succeeded, Clarke pushed them and his boxers down to his ankles so he could kick them off.

"Ahh." Clarke shouted in surprise when Bellamy's finger slipped inside her.

"This what you want?" He asked, adding another finger.

Clarke's eyes fluttered shut, her head dropping back into the pillows. Her hips rolled and insides squeezed around his strong fingers.

Using her hand that was already tangled in Bellamy's curls, Clarke pulled his lips to hers. The kiss was sloppy due to the alcohol in Clarke's system. But Bellamy loved it, how relaxed her was in that moment.

Clarke's other hand however slipped into the waste band of his pants, wrapping around his cock.

Feeling a wave of electricity shoot through him, Bellamy removed his fingers from Clarke. Not bothering to lick them clean, he pushed his pants down his legs and moved between Clarke's.

Those blue eyes looked up at him, those eyes belonging to a soul that had endured so much. Too much. All Bellamy wanted to do was protect that innocence. While I was hard to find, he could see it in there. Amongst the affects of the alcohol, the lust, and the tortured soul, he could see the shred of innocent left untouched.

As he grasped her hip and pushed into her, Bellamy relished in the feeling. The happiness he'd found since he'd met the blonde.

Sure she was a pain in his ass since day 1 and always seemed to want to do the opposite of what he asked of her. But she was Clarke.

A particularly loud moan escaped Clarke's lips, pulling Bellamy from his thoughts and back his wife bellow him.

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The travel back to Camp Jaha was uneventful. The group walked together, making great time. After weeks on the ground, the 100 kids were in the same shape as the grounders. Kane on the other hand, was working hard to keep up with them.

Not that Clarke was paying attention. She'd been avoiding him and him her. All Clarke could think about was how she'd almost rather had her friends watching her have sex than Kane.

Whatever, she wasn't going to worry about it. Her marriage to Bellamy on the other hands, that was on her mind. Mainly how to tell her mother, if wasn't an option. If Clarke didn't tell her, Kane would.

Abby was not going to take the news well. A truer statement had never been thought.

"We'll get you out of it." Abby insisted. "They tricked us, these were not the terms when you left camp with them."

"Mom calm down. It's not a big deal." Clarke rolled her eyes, kinda wishing Bellamy had stayed outside like she'd wanted him to.

"Mrs Griffin. Clarke has nothing to fear from my people." Bellamy said, even after telling Clarke the opposite the night before.

"She's just a child, she cannot be married." Abby insisted. "I won't allow it!"

"It has already happened mom." Clarke folded her arms, across her chest.

Abby looked at Jaha, than Marcus. "You can't possibly think our people would be fine with this grounder living among them."

"Good thing we aren't planning to live her then." Clarke snapped.

Abby stopped cold, looking from her daughter, to Bellamy, than back to her daughter.

"No."

Clarke laughed. "I don't know why you think you have a choice here."

"You are my daughter."

"I am not a piece of property." Clarke made to get in her mothers face, but felt Bellamy's large hand grasp her by the bicep.

Clarke tried to shake him off but Bellamy didn't let her go.

"I'm taking the hundred with me, and anyone else who wants to join us."

Abby smirked at her then. "What makes you think the others are going to want to join you?"

"You floated these peoples families." Clarke hissed. "You treat anyone you deem bellow you like they're expendable. You treated me, like I was expendable."

"That's not true." Abby denied.

Clarke shook her head sadly. "You're so blind. The both of you." She said, eyes falling to Jaha. "It's like you can't even see all the pain you caused. Maybe you like it. Or maybe you've actually convinced yourselves that what you're doing is just."

The small from in the space station fell into silence. It didn't matter, Clarke didn't have anything else to say.

All the kids from the drop ship, their families and a couple nomads decided to leave Camp Jaha behind. That same day they started their travels to their new home.

It was going to be the fresh start so many of them needed. Clarke couldn't help but hope, it could be one for her too.

While this is a fiction with plot. This is mainly a smutty story. So keep that in mind when reading, it isn't serious. Despite the drama that may unfold. Sure there might be chapters without sex, but the majority of them will.