Sorry I'm late! I was celebrating my friend's 21st yesterday and I got home late and din't have time to finish the chapter and post it. But here it is!

This is Bellarke

This is AU/Canon blend

Characters may be but shouldn't be ooc at times/during certain situations

I do not own the 100 or any related characters/situations

Rated M: strong language/sexual content

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This is for: Taste

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Her gasp died in her throat as his lips molded to hers, soft and warm. Her arms found their way around his neck as his fingertips gripped her hips—their bodies pressed against one another. She had arched her back into his touch when he nipped her lower lip. Something between a moan and a gasp escaped her, his tongue slipping past her teeth.

Her fingers pulled on his hair as their tongues danced together, a low moan bubbling up his throat. The sound vibrated on her tongue, tasting warm and urgent. Her core tightened below, a rush of heat between her legs as his fingertips threatened to leave bruises. They were so close now, his warmth tickling through her veins as their tongues battled for dominance. Clarke smirked into the kiss as she rolled her hips forward, his guttural growl melting down her throat.

And then he pulled away.

Clarke's eyes shot open, her lips tugging down at the ends as he peered down at her. His fingertips still rested on her hips, but she was so cold now. "Bell—" she began, her nerves on fire. What are we doing? She opened her mouth to speak when he placed a finger on top of her lips.

"You're doing it again." He quirked his brow at her as he dragged his fingertip down, his callused skin catching on her lip.

"Doing what?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"Overthinking things."

She bit her lip as she pulled her arms away from his neck, her nails ghosting down his chest. She felt him shiver beneath her touch and her teeth clamped down harder, copper filling her mouth. "Maybe we should think about things."

He groaned as he pulled away and Clarke resisted the urge to smile. He looked so young right then. He looked like the twenty-three year old he was supposed to be—almost stress-free. "What's there to think about?"

"Everything," she whispered. "What would Octavia and Raven think? Our people? Bell, they look to us to guide them. We need to be in this together and keep our heads straight."

He sucked on his teeth, his eyes looking anywhere but at Clarke. "And you think that whatever is happening now will ruin that? It'll somehow mess with our ability to lead?"

Clarke swallowed hard, her throat running dry. "We work so well because we argue. We don't always agree. You need me to think with my head and—" She sighed as she stepped closer to him, her palm resting against his chest—the vibration from his beating heart tickling her skin. "And I need you to think with your heart." She peered up to him, his lips slightly parted as his dark orbs settled on her. "If we're together or if we cross that line—there's no going back. Not to how it was. And it'll change things. Our dynamic. People will think you're agreeing with me because of what we had—and if it doesn't work out, whatever it is, then the fallout could tear things apart."

He took a step closer to her, his dark eyes roaming over every inch of skin he could see—as if he were trying to memorize each freckle, each curve. "I think you're wrong." He drew closer to her, his lips so close that she could taste his breath—warm and misty, shivers running down her spine as she resisted to urge to close the distance. "I think you're scared." He pressed his lips to hers gently, the smooth warmth from it gone in a flash as he pulled away again. "We should get back to the cave. It's too dangerous to be out here like this—exposed."

They walked back in silence, the green glow of the butterflies no longer there to ignite the way. Clarke stumbled through the darkness, her eyes locked on Bellamy's back as they trudged back to the cave. She glanced to the blacked dirt, the twigs and leaves turned to ash. Silently, she helped push the stump back, her eyes peering to the sky—her mind wishing for the sun to come early and her heart hoping it doesn't.

Clark balled herself up beneath the covers, her blue orbs watching the moon reflect off of the glistening cave walls. She sighed softly as she pressed her fingers to her lips, his taste still lingering on her tongue. She ran her tongue over her lip, her eyes closing as her mind brought her back to the kiss—his warmth all around her as his tongue slipped over her own.

She could hear a soft snore coming from him by now. She turned over slowly, her eyes watching his every movement. When he made no sign of waking up, she settled down to face him. Her eyes lingered on his lips, her eyebrows knitting together when a small scar came into view. I never noticed that before, her mind whispered as her fingertip dusted across his lips.

She brought her face closer to his, breathing him in slowly. She pressed her lips to his softly, being careful not to wake him up. She swallowed down her moan as her lips ghosted his, his lips soft and faintly salty. She pulled back and tilted her head to the side, watching his face as he slept—so serene. With a sigh, she pressed her lips to his forehead—a gasp on her tongue when there was a small pinch on her neck. "What the—?"

Clarke pulled back a little, her orbs locking onto his as his lips pulled up in a smirk. "What? You can assault me in my sleep but I can't bite your neck?"

She glowered at him, huffing as she turned back around. "I—this was—go to sleep, Bellamy."

She had turned her back on him but could still feel his eyes on her. She inhaled sharply when his hand started to smooth over her hips. A shiver pulsed through her spine as he turned her onto her back, his form hovering over her own. She opened her mouth to speak when he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Let's play a game."

Her lip was between her teeth, copper filling her mouth as his taste lingered on her skin. "What kind of game?"

He arched a brow, his lips forming that damn lopsided smirk she thought she hated. "The tasting game," he said softly. "We're going to cut off your other senses. No sight, hearing. Just taste—mostly."

"I don't think this is a good idea," she countered, her eyes narrowed.

"You don't?" He leaned closer, his lips dotting hers, her body arching into him. She frowned slightly when he pulled away, a smirk plastered on his face. "You were kissing me a moment ago."

"I wanted to see—" She paused, trying to decipher what it was she was trying to do.

"You wanted to have a little taste. Didn't get enough back in the woods?"

Clarke huffed, her wrists struggling against his hands. "Bellamy," she said, her voice breathy as she writhed beneath him. "We shouldn't." Her eyes looked to his lips, the scar gleaming against his skin. "We—"

"It doesn't have to mean anything, Princess." His eyes were dark, his jaw slightly clenched. "It's just good fun. Okay?"

He leaned in closer to her. She watched his tongue lick his lips before darting out, tracing down the nape of her neck. A breathy moan escaped her lips as goosebumps prickled her skin. He nipped up her neck, planting open-mouthed kisses against her jawline before lightly pressing his lips to hers. She arched forward to connect their lips more but he was always just out of reach. She bucked her hips up, a low groan falling from him. Clarke took the opportunity then to capture his lips in hers. If we're going to play, make it fair, she thought as she slipped her tongue between his teeth, his bitter-sweet taste seeping into her bones. They broke free, panting softly. "Okay," she whispered. She watched something dark flash across his face before his lips pulled up into a smirk.

"Take your shirt off," he said, his voice low. He released her wrists as he leaned back. She watched his fingertips pull at the hem of his shirt, the dark fabric falling to the floor. Her blue orbs traveled up the length of his body, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. She inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to drag her tongue across his skin and lick the sweat off. "Your turn, Princess," he said with a wink.

She lifted her own shirt off, the chill of the cave washing over her skin. She held her chin high as he looked her over, his eyes traveling across her black bra and down her stomach—back to her face. "Are you just going to look or are we going to have some fun?"

Doubts began to slither through her mind as his brown orbs locked on her. "No need to get fiesty, Princess," he said, his voice deep. He crawled back over her, his tongue flicking out to taste her stomach. She was laying against the cave-floor, her eyes peering up to him as he tickled her sensitive skin—his tongue traveling up to her chest. He locked gazes with her as he dragged his tongue between her breasts. Bellamy placed hot, open-mouthed kisses against her chest as his hand reached back. He brought his shirt up, the soft fabric tracing up her skin as he pulled back a little. "Close your eyes." He held his shirt in his hands, his face deadly calm. Clarke nodded and closed her eyes as he blindfolded her with his shirt, the fabric also covering her ears. She inhaled softly, his scent invading her mind as she felt him shift above her.

In one swift motion she was sitting up, her hands locked with his. "What are you doing?" She felt the air tickle her skin as it rushed past her, her legs wrapped around his waist as he laid on the ground, Clarke's knees pressed against the soft furs beneath him.

She could hear his smirk when he talked and she wanted to hate it so, so badly. "This is the tasting game, Princess. You're going to use that tongue of yours and tell me what you're tasting."

She was chewing on her inner cheek as his fingers laced with hers. "So this is a game?"

"Uh-huh," he whispered as he dragged her hands up his chest. A shiver shot down to her toes as she felt his muscles tense at her touch. "It's a game."

"So there's a prize if I win?"

A small chuckle escaped his lips, the sound vibrating against her skin. "That''s how games work, Princess."

She huffed softly at the nickname. "So then, what's my prize?"

He shifted beneath her and she had to stifle a moan when she felt his prominent erection press against her. "Whatever the hell you want."

Clarke sucked in a deep and quiet breath as she wiggled to get in a better position, smirking when his growl tingled past her skin as she rubbed against his groin. Her hands steadied themselves on his chest, her fingertips spreading over his shoulders. She drew closer to him, her breath hitched in her throat. She let out a small gasp when her nose bumped into him, his laughter rumbling down to her core. Her tongue darted out, his skin warm and smooth. She felt him shiver beneath her as she traced her tongue up, his sweat equal parts salty and sweet. She was dragging her tongue up farther when his hand tapped on her chin. She lifted her head a little, confusion filling her veins. "What?"

"What did you lick?" he asked, his voice low.

She swallowed hard, his warmth still on her tongue. "Your abdominal muscles," she said. He grunted in satisfaction, his hips bucking up into her. She sucked in a deep breath, her core tightening as she went back down to taste him. She leaned a little to the right, her tongue flicking out. The skin wasn't entirely smooth there, a few small bumps prickling on his skin. She swirled her tongue around there as she heard his breath hitch in his throat. She felt the bump begin to harden beneath her tongue, his salty and earthy taste melting down her throat as she took his nipple into her mouth. She nipped and pulled, her tongue soothing the bite as she traced it up—pulling away when she heard a breathy moan fall from his lips. "That would be a nipple."

His fingertips gripped her hips tightly, her own breath hitching in her throat as he pushed her down on him roughly, a delicious friction between her legs. "That is correct, Princess."

She smirked onto his skin as she licked up his neck, the feeling of him swallowing tickling her tongue. "So, how many more do I have to guess?" she asked as she nipped up his neck. "This is your neck," she whispered as she sucked on his pulse point, his growl vibrating down her throat. She traced her tongue up, his messy curls tickling her nose as she flicked her tongue over his smooth lobe. "This is your ear," she said before nipping it softly. She placed soft kisses against his jawline before ghosting her lips over his, smirking as he arched himself into her touch. "These are," she said, touching her lips to his softly. "Your lips." She crashed her lips to his, their moans mixing as their tongues danced with one another. She bit his lip hard, his growl low and breathy as the metallic taste of his blood trickled down her tongue. "Do I win?"

The world shifted as the air rushed past her, the soft furs and cold cave floor pressing against her back. He was straddling her hips now, his hands pinning her wrists above her head once more. "You've won, Princess."

She bucked her hips into his, earning a guttural moan. "And what's my prize?"

She felt him shift closer to her, his hot breath tickling the nape of her neck. "I get to taste you, now," he whispered against her skin, a shiver rushing through her as he sucked on her pulse point softly. The blindfold fell from her eyes and Clarke blinked her vision clear, her blue orbs following Bellamy as he moved down her body. His hands traced down her skin, goosebumps following his lead as he placed open-mouthed kisses against her. "I can't wait to see what you taste like, Princess." She shuddered at his tone, wetness pooling down below. He unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down slowly, his eyes locked on hers. She whined, her body writhing to speed the process along. His lips pulled up into a grin. "Easy there, Princess. We don't have to rush things." She groaned, her heart drumming up her throat because his movements were too slow. His fingertips played with the hem of her underwear, his callused skin tickling her. He pulled them down and Clarke watched his pupils blow out all the way, his eyes almost completely black. His fingers smoothed up her thighs to grip her hips as he drew closer to her. He kissed up her right thigh, nipping here and there. Clarke moaned softly, her hips bucking up towards him. He growled against her skin, the sensation tickling down to her core. He avoided her sex, his nose tickling her sensitive skin as he moved to her left thigh, his tongue tracing slow and deliberate patterns. He locked gazes with her, his smirk burning into her skin as he drew closer to her heat. He blew cold air over her sensitive folds, her moan bubbling up her throat as her head lulled back to the floor. In one swift moment he plunged inside her, his tongue swirling between her.

She bucked her hips up again, his growl tickling inside her as his hands pushed her hips back down roughly. "Fuck, Bellamy," she moaned, her eyes peering down to him. His eyes were already locked on her as his tongue plunged deeper, her eyelids drooping a little as he flicked his tongue over her bundle of nerves. "Fuck," she panted as her head lulled back a little.

Her body was trembling as she reached down to fist his hair. Her fingers wrapped around his messy curls as she brought his face down closer to her. Moans were falling from her lips as he entered a finger, his tongue assaulting her bundle of nerves. His finger curled inside her, pinching and pumping at a deadly rhythm. She was panting hard, her lips slightly parted and cheeks flushed. Her walls began to tighten around his fingers, her body spasming before going rigid—his name on her tongue as her orgasm washed over her.

Her head rested on the thick furs as he drew himself closer to her. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her body still tingling from her bliss. "You taste delicious," he whispered. She sucked in a deep breath as she watched him take his finger into his mouth, his tongue lapping up her glistening juices. Her limbs felt heavy but she managed to reach out and pull him down to her. He had opened his mouth to speak but all words died in his throat when she crashed her lips to his. Their lips molded together as she slipped her tongue over his—her juices on her tongue. She moaned in his mouth, her bitter-sweet taste mixed with the lingering flavor of sweat and earth melting on her tongue. She pulled back slowly, their breaths slightly labored. "You're amazing, Princess," he panted.

Her lips twitched up at the ends as she wrapped her hands around his shoulders. "You win a prize, too, Bell." He let out a low growl when she dug her nails in, raking them down his back.

He quirked his brow at her, his lips pulled up in a playful smirk. "That wasn't it?" She shook her head, her blonde waves falling around her shoulders. He drew closer to her, his breath tickling her lips. "Then what is?"

She breathed him in, his earthy-musk scent mixing with his salty-sweet taste as it rolled past her lips—the bitter-sweet tang of her juices still lingering on her tongue. "Whatever the hell you want."

Next chapter is going to be a doozy ;)

I'm going to work on touch tonight but idk if I'll have time to post it tonight so it may be posted tomorrow. Sorry for the delay y'all :/

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