Chapter Seven
"Clarke?"
"Bellamy, I don't know ok...I just don't know what's happening..." Her eye started to water. They were both so confused.
"Hey, hey, it's okay." Bellamy reassured her. "We just need to test some things out."
One of the reasons they made such good leaders is that they knew how to handle difficult situations with insufferable amounts of logic.
"Try to take your hands away from my chest." Bellamy breathed heavily, preparing himself.
Clarke looked reluctant to do so and she was right to think that because as soon as she made to lift her hands away it was like they were being welded to Bellamy's flesh with sweltering molten iron.
"Ahhh..." They sang in synch.
"Ok, bad plan but we had to see." Clarke nodded, her hands moving in concentric circles over Bellamy's chest to sooth the pain. She was openly crying now.
"Are you ok?" She couldn't wipe away her tears so Bellamy did it for her.
"Hey shh, I'm ok, are you ok?" His hands now on her neck, thumbs stroking her cheeks reassuringly, only problem was, they were stuck on her now.
"Yeah I'm ok...I'm just...could this be psychosomatic or something? Like just what the hell is going on! There is no reasonable explanation Bel. " Clarke mentally focused once again. "I just know that the more I am touching you the better I feel." She finished looking up at him, pleading and doe-eyed.
Bellamy knew what she wanted because Bellamy knew what he wanted.
"Clarke..."
"Bellamy, please." She levelled with him. "Don't make me say it."
And so he looked at where his hands were resting on her face, he could feel the pleasurable pain they were both in and made a decision. His right hand began to slip down to the base of her neck, over her shoulder, her ribs, a male thumb grazed her breast, down her back his palm went, pulling Clarke towards him, they were barely an inch apart now and his broad fingers began to splay out across the arch of her back. But that was as far as he'd go.
"Don't make me do all the work..." Clarke clawed at the invitation and stepped into his space.
When their bodies pushed up against each other, Bellamy couldn't push Clarke any closer to him, her hands clawed along his back and, oh sweet Mother Earth, when their lips met, it was explosive, more than explosive. The glorious sensation was inexplicable.
Clarke nor Bellamy had ever experiences anything like it, something was making their relentless hunger for one another spring to the surface and nothing could be done to stop it.
Every time skin left skin there was white hot pain but it was soon distinguished the more turned on they became. Hands were fisted through hair, water splashed everywhere and when Bellamy bent down to wrap Clarke's open legs around his burning waist he swore he did audibly cry.
Ever below the water he could feel how wet she was and though it hurt like a bitch, he had to tear his face away from her to look her in the eyes.
"Clarke I need to know this is ok..." Her eyes were as watery as his.
"Yes, Bel..." Her hands stroked through his wet, black, Hellenistic curls that clung to his scalp.
"You're my best friend Clarke," He was shaking his head low, shamefully so ready to enter her right there and then. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck soothing some of the scorch. She couldn't believe what she was about to say but there was something in the air tonight that seemed to be enticing it from her lips...
"I love you, Bellamy Blake." He looked up at Clarke now, shocked and hoping. "I don't know what has happened," She cried. "But this feels right, so what if you're my best friend. I know Jasper continuously teases us amount this shit and I know that it could complicate thing but, dipshit," She smiled at the insult. "It's fucking happening now and there's nothing we can do about it. I'm more turned on than Raven's radio tower right now and I fucking love you, so do something about it." Clarke yelled frustrated, eagerly awaiting a reply.
Bellamy took a few seconds to digest what Clarke had revealed and it was something he'd only ever dreamed of her saying.
"Just for the record, I love you too." He whispered against her lips.
They were both openly crying.
"And it won't fuck anything up; I won't let it."
"Promise?"
"I promise, I've dreamt about doing this to you for the longest time and we still have a pretty fucking solid thing going on...so what if those beautiful images in my head stop being imaginary?" Bellamy smiled, grazing his nose against hers. And when Clarke kissed him, Bellamy could do nothing to stop himself from sinking into her with the most anticipate thrust of the hips he body would ever know.
And it, no, she...she was glorious.
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AN: I could go on but meh. I hope you enjoyed this half-arsed attempt at a fic, sorry for any punctuation/spelling mistakes, like I said I wrote it in about 6 hours haha! Still, please review it guys x Also some heads up on whether I should rate this T or M would be much appreciated too...comment a letter xx :)
