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Chapter Four
Clarke awoke tangled up in Bellamy for the second morning in a row, this time though she grabbed his hands and pulled his arms tighter around her as she settled her back against his chest. The previous night after dinner Bellamy and Clarke had spent more time getting to know each other, as promised he had dragged her out to the railing of the ship and cuddled up behind her for his 'titanic moment'.
"Good morning, Princess." Bellamy murmured into her neck placing a sleepy kiss there. Clarke grumbled and buried her face in the pillow leaving her neck exposed to his mouth.
"Five more minutes," she hummed and snuggled further into the bed. Bellamy laughed and placed a couple more kisses on her throat.
"You gotta get up, we have to be at the spa in an hour."
"I thought spa days were supposed to be relaxing, what's relaxing about getting up at eight in the morning on vacation?" Clarke rolled over and nuzzled her face into Bellamy's chest, he just laughed and hugged her tight.
"C'mon, we gotta get up." Bellamy laughed and pulled Clarke from the bed and towards the bathroom. "I promise I will lay between you and everyone else so you can nap on the massage table."
"Fine, but you are going to have to earn back your boyfriend of the year status." Clarke pulled the bathroom door shut behind her.
"We both know I will!" He yelled as she turned on the shower with a grin.
"I'm so excited for relaxing! We should really get pampered more often!" Octavia looped her arm through Clarke's and squeezed her tight. Raven was eyeing the five star spa with an excited glimmer despite the fact that her hair was a mess and she looked ready to crawl back into bed.
"Yeah, I mean I love that the festival gets us a full treatment pass but did we have to get the morning slot?" She slumped back against Wick who held her up despite looking as tired as his girlfriend.
"Look at you guys! You lucky kids got to sleep in today!" Abby came breezing into the lobby of the spa looking refreshed and bright. She swept Clarke into her arms before stepping back to fix her daughter's hair. "You're going to love the treatment, your nails really need some attention."
Clarke bit her lip awkwardly as her mother picked up her hands. Abby cared in her own strange way so Clarke held back the urge to be offended at her nit picking. "Don't worry, Mom, we'll take full advantage." She smiled as her mother released her hands and turned her attention to Bellamy.
"Good morning to you as well, you look like you could use a massage, Dear. Don't let Clarke trick you, she's excellent at getting the knots out, hopefully she's not holding out on you." Abby grinned up at him while Clarke went completely red in the face. Even Raven and Octavia were attempting to stifle their laughter as Abby gave Bellamy advice on not letting Clarke 'hold out'.
"No worries, Ms. Griffin. She never does." Clarke could literally hear the smirk in his voice as their friends laughed harder, not even trying to hide it now. Abby glanced over her shoulder at the others before looking back to her daughter and letting her mouth fall open in shock, Clarke found herself wishing the ground would open up beneath her feet as her mother sputtered out some sort of reason she had to go before slipping out the door.
As soon as she was gone Bellamy burst out in laughter with the others, Clarke was completely mortified and turned around to slap his chest as he wiped at the tears on his cheeks.
"What the hell was that?" Clarke fumed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Did you seriously just make a sex joke about me in front of my mother?"
"Yeah, and it was freaking amazing!" Raven was trying to catch her breath as she reached for a high five from Bellamy, he had the good sense not to as he reached out to rub Clarke's arms.
"It's not a huge deal, Princess. We were just having fun." Clarke narrowed her eyes at him as he attempted to soothe her anger. Truthfully she wasn't sure if she was angry about him mentioning sex in front of her mother, making her sound like she was all over him, or the fact that she felt teased after the previous morning. She breathed heavily as she tried to calm herself and felt his arms wrapping around her and pulling her into a comforting hug. "I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair.
Clarke stood on her toes so she could look him straight in the eye. "You're forgiven, but trust me when I say I'll be 'holding out' tonight." With that she turned on her heel and walked into the spa as their friends redirected their laughter at Bellamy's expense.
"This feels amazing." Clarke moaned and dunked her feet in the hot soapy water and leaned her head into the plush leather of the pedicure chair.
"Oh, I know. Is it bad that I'm sort of enjoying a bit of time away from the guys?" Octavia asked as she sipped the mimosa that had placed in the cupholders of their chairs. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my brother and my boyfriend is practically flawless but between the two of them they can be so overprotective. I always miss girl talking and blurting things out."
"Ugh, I know. Although I don't love the thought of a female masseuse touching my man." Raven took a significantly less dainty drink of her mimosa, Clarke stiffened at the thought of someone else's hands on Bellamy after the past few days.
"They're being massaged by women?" Clarke squeaked, Octavia and Raven turned to smirk at her sudden outburst.
"I forget you're still in the honeymoon phase. Don't worry, Clarke, Bellamy only has eyes for his 'Princess'." Octavia winked at Clarke as her and Raven burst into giggles. Clarke stared down at her hands and bit her lip, she didn't want her friends to see her face fall as she realized the Bellamy was fully allowed to enjoy another woman's touch.
"Yeah, this is the sunshine and happiness time. It's also some of the best sex. You gotta spill, Clarke!" Raven was practically vibrating with excitement as she twisted to look at a red faced Clarke.
"Whoa! I'm not quite ready to hear sex stories about my brother, give me some time to get used to him touching my best friend." Octavia gave Clarke a subtle wink and laughed as Raven grumbled that she'd let it go for now.
Thank you, Clarke mouthed as she took a mouthful of her mimosa and settled into the lush chair.
They met back up with the boys for the last hour of their spa treatment and headed into the massage room. While the boys had received leg and foot massages as well as a hot stone treatment that morning they were all going together for their back and neck massages.
"Hey, Baby. I missed you," Wick all but threw Clarke and Octavia out of the way as he scooped Raven into his arms and shoved his tongue down her throat in greeting. For someone who had teased Clarke for being in the 'honeymoon phase' she acted like an hour away from Wick was sheer torture.
"Hey, Bell," Octavia gave her brother a smile before grabbing Lincoln and dragging his face down to hers. Clarke rolled her eyes at the PDAs surrounding her and turned to give Bellamy a shy smile.
"How was your massage?" She flushed at how awkward her voice sounded while Bellamy fought to crack a smile and glanced around them.
"Are we planning on making small talk between the two couples basically going at it?" They both laughed and shook their heads as they glanced at their friends.
"I wonder if they'll ever come up for air…" Clarke dragged a freshly manicured hand through her soft, blonde locks and shuffled away from Octavia and Lincoln.
"Not sure, but I don't know how much longer I can watch my sister and Lincoln go at it, no matter how much I approve of him." Bellamy grunted, Clarke laughed and reached for his hand to gently uncurl the fist he had made.
"Whatever," Octavia said breathlessly and fluffed her hair. "I have it worse, I've had to watch you all over my best friend for the past two days. Who knew you two would be so affectionate."
Clarke turned lobster red and ducked her head to twist her hands together in embarrassment. Was she trying to hard at the couple thing? Did it make her look clingy? She suddenly felt like curling up in a ball and hiding her face. "Get over it, O. I like touching her and I waited a year, we have plenty of affection to catch up on." Bellamy slipped his arms around Clarke and kissed the top of her head sweetly.
"Gross, you two are disgustingly perfect." Raven snorted and pulled Wick towards the massage room. "Let's get going!"
Half an hour later they were stripped and laying on tables with only towels covering their asses. The room was divided into three parts using silk screens and each couple shared a section. Bellamy and Clarke were at the far end of the room and could only just barely hear Octavia's voice floating over to them as she chatted with Lincoln.
Bellamy and Clarke had been mostly quiet since Bellamy had promised to let her nap during the massage, it wasn't an awkward silence though, it was relaxed and easygoing. Clarke had allowed her eyes to shut as the masseuse worked her back over, it felt amazing, she hadn't realized how much tension she was carrying in her shoulders from the long days of work.
The masseuse dug her fingers into a particularly large knot and focused hard on releasing it, Clarke felt a long moan slip past her lips as she gripped the sheet spread over the table. Again the fingers dug into that spot and Clarke moaned softly, abruptly the angle of the hands changed and Clarke whimpered almost pathetically.
"Clarke," Bellamy's warning growl made her eyes snap open and lock onto his, they were darker than ever and filled with what appeared to be lust. "You need to stop that."
"What?" Clarke frowned in confusion, was he hoping for silence while she was getting the massage of her life?
"The moaning and mewling. You're killing me here." He grunted and the masseuse gently tapped his back and asked him to roll over. "No, keep working on my back." The masseuse looked confused but did as she was told and paid attention to his shoulders and neck.
"I'm sorry…" Clarke let the innocent tone fill her voice as she widened her eyes and gently nibbled her lower lip. Bellamy pressed his face down into the bed and groaned, tugging at his hair and making his masseuse jump back.
"You are pure evil, Princess. You'll be paying for this tonight." Clarke's stomach flipped in excitement at the implication of his words.
"I'll behave, I promise." She whispered the words huskily and his eyes snapped up to hers.
"You bet your sweet little ass, you will." He taunted and Clarke had to fight the urge to leap onto his table and take him right there, masseuse be dammed.
In the end she buried her head in her arms and bit down to muffle the moans that were coming for an entirely different reason now.
The pool house was loud, there were lots of people milling about the steaming tubs and heading towards the saunas. Clarke's entire body was already on fire, between the steam of the room and the retaliation of Bellamy Blake for her early teasing, she thought she might combust.
Bellamy's moves were stealthy, so much so that none of the others were even aware of his lingering fingers brushing down her spine, the graze of his lips against her earlobe and neck, or the subtle dirty things he whispered to her. The man was wicked, and based on his smirk, he knew it.
"Why don't we claim the private tub over there?" Bellamy gestured to a tiny steaming pool that would require a lot of body contact for them to share. She turned to glare at him and ask why he wanted to play sardines in a can when she noticed the others hurrying towards it. "What's the hold up, Princess?" He smirked and Clarke crossed her arms tightly over her chest, an action that only pushed them up based on the way Bellamy's eyes dropped.
"You know exactly why," she pouted. Bellamy took a step closer and rested his hand on her thigh.
"Revenge is sweet, Baby. Now hurry up so we can be alone at some point tonight." As they made their way towards the pool, Bellamy's hand slowly moved down until it found a place on her ass and lightly caressed the skin there. Clarke was thinking of dragging his hand away when a shadow loomed in front of them… a shadow with product filled hair and a sleazy smile that is.
"Clarke Griffin, I've been looking for you all festival, your mother never did tell me what colour your gown is for the gala so I couldn't pick a tie, I could go pick one up though." Clarke shuddered and took a step back away from Cage Wallace as she thought of matching him at the gala.
"Why would your tie need to match Clarke's dress?" Bellamy raised an eyebrow and used the hand still placed on Clarke's butt to pull her towards him. Cage gave Bellamy a dismissal once over and scoffed at his question.
"Because she'll be spending the evening with me, well dressed couples should always match." Cage turned his creepy, lingering gaze on her making her wish her bathing suit covered more.
"I am aware of that Mr. Wallace, I have been to an event before. In fact I remember networking with your father at Walden's charity gala just a few weeks ago." Cage turned his head to really look at Bellamy for the first time and his face tightened when he recognized them
"Sorry, Mr. Blake, I didn't recognize you." Cage gritted, Bellamy just hummed in response and skimmed the tips of his fingers over Clarke's ass, she squirmed closer to him and bit her lip to try and conceal the intimate touches.
"Why is it you believe that Miss Griffin will be spending the evening with you?"
"Because, as two eligible singles of our class it only makes sense that we finally pair up. Her mother suggested it and a nice girl such as her should know how to listen." Cage smirked in a way that made Clarke's skin crawl, anger boiled up at his words, figures he would believe women should only be seen and obey demands.
"Singles? Clarke isn't single. We've been together for over a year, although we just told Abby about it. Now she's stuck with me, I'll never let this one go." Clarke's stomach fluttered when he pulled her in front of him and gripped her hips as he pressed her ass into his crotch.
"Clarke? You have a boyfriend now?" Cage looked beyond pissed off as he narrowed his eyes at Clarke.
"Sorry, I didn't realize my mother would try to match us up. But I'm spoken for." Bellamy placed a kiss on her temple as though he was assuring Cage of his place, Clarke tried not to smile too hard at his possessive side and tilted her neck to allow his gentle kisses there.
"Princess, everyone's waiting for us." Bellamy gently pushed his hips into her as he moved her forward towards the pool.
"Nice talking to you," Clarke gave a polite smile as Bellamy pulled her away from Cage. When they were far enough away that he wouldn't notice Bellamy leaned down to her ear and gently bit down on the lobe.
"I love hearing you tell people you're mine." Clarke shivered and swallowed a moan as his fingers dug into her hip in the most delicious way.
"Well you'll be hearing it a lot.." Clarke froze when she realized the words that had left her lips, she paled and stared up at him. He grinned brighter and dragged her the rest of the way to the pool pulling her into the water and dragging her legs over his lap to make them fit.
"Thank god," he groaned into her ear and tugged her closer to his body before stealing a quick kiss.
"What did Cage want?" Raven snorted as she stared over at him in disgust.
"To steal my date for the gala, don't worry I set him straight. I think he still need to pick his jaw up." Bellamy laughed and skimmed a hand up her thigh under the water.
"Bell, I'm not used to seeing you get possessive!" Octavia laughed, "I guess that means you're keeping this one?" She winked at Clarke across the pool and laughed when her friend buried her face in Bellamy's shoulder.
"As if I'd let her go anywhere, who else is gonna listen to music with me and eat big burgers?" Clarke lifted her head and stared into his burning eyes as a fire blazed in her core. He gave her a smile that looked meaningful and drew her lips to his for a gentle kiss but teased her with a single swipe of his tongue before pulling back.
"Adorable, I knew your were perfect!" Octavia beamed up at Lincoln and wrapped her arms around his bicep and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Okay, so our day off I say the six of us go out and enjoy all the high end boutiques and restaurants, we can shop and chill out away from all the old geezers at the festival." Raven grinned, Octavia and Clarke nodded along and sprung into a conversation about which stored they'd been dying to visit while the guys chatted about some places they wouldn't mind looking.
The afternoon was amazingly relaxed and Bellamy fit in as though he had always been a part of their social group. The guys seemed to like him and Clarke felt relaxed when he was around. After the pool they went into the sauna and relaxed, Clarke still felt overheated when Bellamy placed a hand on her thigh without ever breaking conversation.
He was nodding at the story Wick was telling about some of his students, it appeared as though his soul focus was on the conversation but Clarke could feel his fingers brushing the inside of her thigh and tracing small circles. Clarke tried to be unaffected but it was impossible to pay attention with his fingers moving higher up her leg in a painfully slow pattern, she tried to rub her thighs together but his warning squeeze stopped her.
"I want you teased and ready." His breath tickled her neck and sent shivers down her spine, she swallowed hard and nodded. "Good girl," he lightly kissed the spot behind her ear and relaxed back into conversation as though he hadn't taken a break to turn her on and leave her desperate for more.
"So Clarke, you were awfully embarrassed about the sex topic this morning but that mark tells a different story." Raven pointed to her collarbone which Clarke had been careful to hide until the were in the intense heat of the sauna where she had pulled her hair into a bun. Her eyes widened as she slapped a hand over the small red mark and glanced at Octavia.
She was mortified at the thought of her best friend seeing what her brother had done to her chest. Octavia had played along with all the jokes and conversations over the past few days but how would she feel about the fact that the two of them had clearly gone farther than the public touches.
"Ohhh, marking your territory, Bell?" Octavia raised a brow at him and smirked confusing the hell out of Clarke. Why was she so calm about it? Had she expected the two of them to fool around or was she just keeping up the image, for a moment Clarke thought that must be it when she saw the genuine glimmer in her best friend's eye.
"I have to with the guys around here. I don't share well, not that Clarke does either." Bellamy smiled at her and swirled his fingers in another circle on her soft thigh as everyone else gazed eagerly at her.
"There is totally a story there!" Wick's smile stretched wide and he looked scarily similar to his girlfriend for a moment.
"Yeah, and I definitely want to hear that." Clarke whipped her head in shock towards the normally quiet Lincoln. "What?" he asked. "Possessive Clarke sounds pretty hilarious."
"Ugh, it's not that big of a deal." Clarke groaned and let her head fall back to the wall.
"Then spill!" Octavia urged and Raven nodded while the two of them gave her matching looks of determination.
"Thanks a lot." She glared at Bellamy who laughed and kissed her forehead but didn't save her from the story. "Fine," she sighed and turned to face everyone. "This lawyer from his work was angry when she found out about me last night, and then she started trying to make me look like a ditz and trying to make out relationship seem like it wasn't serious…. so I may have cuddled up to Bellamy a little more and turned on some sex appeal… or a lot of it." At this everyone started laughing loudly, including Bellamy who she punched in the shoulder.
"You looked torn between punching the shit out of her and dragging me into the bathroom to stake your claim." He grinned excitedly and his eyes sparkled with mischief. Clarke rolled her eyes and jabbed him in the ribs, Bellamy laughed again and pulled her into his body. "I loved it."
Clarke opened her mouth and tried to tease him but his mouth covered hers before she could and his tongue teased hers for a moment as his hands tugged her hair. When he pulled away the fire in her core had doubled and her hands gripped his sides to try and pull him back in.
"Damn, that was fucking hot." Raven gasped as they shook their heads and turned back to their friends who were watching with a variety of expressions. Raven was watching with rapt interest, Wick had an inappropriate expression and wiggled his eyebrows, Octavia was smirking at the two of them, and Lincoln was smiling softly with an odd gleam in his eyes.
Clarke blushed and nuzzled her face into Bellamy's neck, partly out of embarrassment at her friends watching them make out and partly to hide her arousal which had gotten worse after the intense kiss. Bellamy gripped her thigh again and kissed the top of her head.
They only spent about ten more minutes before changing back and headed to the lobby of the resort.
"Well, what are you guys thinking of doing for dinner? Lincoln and I were going to head into town and try this Indian place, anyone feel like coming?" Octavia asked as everyone headed to the elevators.
"We would, but we have a date with room service and our bed." Raven wiggled her eyebrows as she tugged Wick closer to her. Lincoln rolled his eyes and laughed at the couple, who were almost always jumping each other's bones.
"What about you guys?" He turned to Bellamy and Clarke who glanced at each other for a minute. Before Clarke could open her mouth to give an answer, Bellamy slid his hand into her back pocket and squeezed her butt giving her a suggestive look that made her want to cry out in pleasure.
"You know, we were sort of planning on pizza and movies since we won't get a chance again this week." Bellamy gave a smile and stepped towards the elevator as the doors opened and settled Clarke back against him as they rode up to their respective floors. He waited until all of their friends had left the elevator before pulling her hair over one shoulder and pressing hot kisses against her neck.
"Bellamy…" Clarke moaned and gripped his hands where they rested against her stomach and tilted her head for him. The elevator dinged and she dragged him out into the hall as soon as the doors opened, she all but ran to their door and fumbled with the key card as he sucked her neck and pushed up against her. "Thank god!" She groaned as the door swung inward and they stumbled through kicking it shut.
Bellamy spun Clarke around and slammed her body up against his, sucked her earlobe, and ran his hands over her body. "I've wanted you since the moment you walked into that coffee shop. And I've been on edge since you started moaning on the table, I promise I'll be gentle later but this is going to be fast and hard." Clarke nodded wildly and kissed all over his neck, diving her hands into his hair and crushing their mouths together.
"It's okay, I need you right now." She moaned against his lips and and sucked his bottom lip hard as he hiked her up and wrapped her thighs around his hips. He dropped them back onto the bed and ground himself against her as his tongue dived into her mouth to try and taste every inch. She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, desperate to feel his skin and trace his muscles with her fingers and tongue.
"Princess, you're amazing," he panted and pulled her shirt off as his hands ran up her sides and cupped her breasts through her bra. She moaned and arched her body into his hands as she dragged her fingers down his chest and stomach. "Later, I plan to fucking worship you." His mouth dived down to her neck again as he unclasped her bra and threw it across the room as he caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples with his fingers until she writhed underneath him.
"Bellamy, please touch me." Clarke whimpered, pulling his belt undone and starting working on his pants desperately.
"I already am, Baby," he smiled against her neck and refocused on covering every inch of her neck in kisses.
"More," she panted. She pushed his pants down his legs and started working on his boxers while she bucked her hips against him and squeezed her thighs around him. He bit down on her neck and sucked hard as he pulled open the button of her jeans and yanked them down her thighs. Bellamy stood up, separating their bodies, and removed her pants before taking her panties and tossing them behind him somewhere. His fingers skimmed up her thighs and rubbed her clit in slow circular motions, she tossed her head back and cried out as her walls clenched and her core tightened. His fingers moved down to her slippery folds and slid back and forth through the wetness before entering her with his long middle finger and curling into the spot that made her back arch and her hands clench the blankets.
"Baby, you're soaked." Bellamy's voice had taken on a rumbling quality as he added a second finger and thrust into her depths at a tantalising speed that made her cry out. "Have you been turned on all day?" She nodded and whimpered as his fingers curled again and massaged her g-spot.
Clarke abruptly sat up and gripped the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down his hips and kissing up his abs before dragging her tongue across his nipple. As his boxers fell away she wrapped her hand around his impressive cock and slowly stroked him as she swiped her thumb over his head to collect the precum and spread it down his shaft.
Bellamy growled and threw Clarke back on the bed, climbing up her body in a predatory way as he teased her entrance with his tip. His mouth moved down to let his tongue circle her nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth shooting sparks straight to her core as his fingers teased her clit again. Clarke's hands reached for his cock in an attempt to bury it into her but he chuckled and shackled her wrists, pulling them over her head and pinning them in place as he switched his mouth to her other nipple and grazed his teeth over it lightly.
"Please! Stop teasing!" Clarke's plea turned into a moan when he slammed into her without warning. He gave her a moment to get used to the stretch as he kissed back up her neck and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She bucked her hips to tell him she was ready for him to move and he pulled almost all the way out of her before slamming back in.
"Better, Princess?" He whispered as he assaulted the spot beneath her ear with kisses and began a relentless pounding into her slick tunnel.
"Oh god, yes, don't stop!" She cried out as he released her hands and gripped her breast in one hand and used the other to push her thigh towards her as he propped a leg over his shoulder to reach a new depth that made both of them moan. She dragged her nails down his back and gripped his ass to pull him as far into her as possible.
The coil in her stomach was tightening embarrassingly fast and she knew she wouldn't last much longer as she dug her fingers into him and threw her head back while he returned to sucking on her neck. Her walls tightened around him and she cried out at the feeling.
"I'm close, so close," she whimpered, Bellamy's hand slipped between them to press his thumb against her clit. She finally fell over the edge, screaming Bellamy's name as he continued his pace, thrusting deep and breathing heavily, Her orgasm felt like it might never stop as she chanted his name and gripped his shoulders, he moaned long and low and rolled them over so she was straddling him. Clarke stared down at him in surprise, truthfully she hadn't had much excitement in her sex life so this was new for her.
"Ride me, Princess." His voice was breathy and incredibly hot, she was surprised to find herself turned on all over again as she stared down at him with her hands braced on his chest.
"I-I don't know how…" Bellamy looked confused for a minute before sliding his hands from her thighs to her breasts where he ran his thumbs over her nipples and then dropped his hands back to her hips.
"I'll teach you." He lifted her hips and pulled her back down onto him, taking a minute to set the pace and continuing to guide her for a moment until his hips began lifting to meet hers and he closed his eyes, moaning deep in his chest. "Just like that, Baby." Clarke continued the pace he set, moving herself on him as her arousal built up again and she could feel the familiar tightening in her stomach. She experimentally rolled her hips causing both of them to moan and his hand moved back to her clit, rubbing faster as his breathing picked up speed.
"Bellamy," she breathed as he pushed himself upright and crushed their bodies together to steal her mouth for a kiss.
"Come with me," he panted and pinched her clit as both of their orgasms crashed down on them, Bellamy shouting her name as she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cries.
A half hour later they were watching Iron Man in bed and waiting for their pizza to arrive. Clarke was dressed in her panties and Bellamy's sweater while he had managed to pull on some sweatpants but remained shirtless.
Just after finishing, Bellamy had kissed Clarke and whispered that she was amazing as he snuggled her close and told her he promised to feed her. Clarke had laughed and hugged him tight, showering his face in kisses before he could get to the take out menus on the desk.
Now they stayed snuggled up in the bed, her legs over his, his arm tucking her into his side as they sat back against the pillows and headboard. Clarke tilted her head to stare up at him and bit her bottom lip, tomorrow she would have to think about what they'd done and how badly her heart would suffer. But for now she could enjoy the best sex she'd ever had and cuddle up with the gorgeous man who had given it to her.
"What?" Bellamy laughed when he noticed her staring at him, she just grinned and lightly kissed his lips as a knock sounded on the door. "I got it, let me just grab my wallet," he swung his legs out of bed and headed towards the spot they had kicked his pants to earlier, wiggling his eyebrows at her when she giggled.
Bellamy headed to the door and Clarke snuggled further into the bed, letting her mind wander. Bellamy wasn't really hers, she knew that of course but for the next week they were each other's dates, so who really cared if she'd slept with him? She pushed down the whiney voice in the back of her head that told her this would only end up hurting her and decided that for the next week she would just have fun and if her heart was broken when she got home she could avoid him like the plague and cry into a pint of ice cream until she got over it. At least for one week of her life she would have a good time, no strings attached.
"What's got you so deep in thought, Princess?" Bellamy asked as he set down the pizza and handed her a beer. He climbed into the bed next to her and popped open the meat lovers pizza, nudging it in her direction.
"Nothing really, just relaxing." She lied and gave him a little smile. Bellamy grinned and kissed her lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back and nodding at the box again.
"Well, relax and eat up then. I'm not done with you for tonight yet." He winked and Clarke practically dived on the pizza and started stuffing her face as her stomach flipped with excitement. Truth be told, she was already addicted, and she couldn't wait for her next dose of Bellamy Blake.