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Bellamy woke with a start and then blinked at the unfamiliar surroundings and weight on his chest. It was pitch black, save a blue light that was flickering from underneath the TV. He lifted his hand to rub it over his eyes and looked down, blinking in surprise as he saw a blonde head resting on his chest, a few of the stands of hair tickling at his throat. Everything came flooding back; Octavia's house warming, going back to Clarke's house, talking with her on the couch. Clearly they had fallen asleep, or maybe he had had just fallen asleep, because the lights were all turned off and there was a blanket over their lower half.
That made him smile.
She had chosen to fall asleep next to him, tucking herself between the back of the couch and his body, her head on his chest and her arm thrown over his waist. Both of them were still fully dressed, but it was still a little bit cold. So Bellamy reached down, and pulled the blanket up so it was draped around Clarke's shoulders, and then went back to sleep.
When Bellamy woke up in the morning, he felt properly rested, which wasn't often the way he felt in the morning. He blinked blearily...And then let out a yelp and almost fell off the couch as he saw someone standing over them. It was a shock that he hadn't woken as soon as someone had entered the room with them, usually he was a lot more aware of his surroundings than that.
"Oh, shit!" He gasped out, his body jolting and jerking the blonde resting against him awake.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Clarke grumbled out, rubbing her eyes and then blinking when she looked up at the person standing next to the couch. "Mum?"
"Mum?!" Bellamy felt his cheeks flush and he tried to get up, feeling panicked, but Clarke didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry. She stretched, arching her back so that her breasts pushed harder against his chest, the softness of her body really not helping with his morning arousal, which he was glad was hidden by the blanket that was still resting over them.
"You two planning on sleeping the day away, or you actually going to get up at some point?" Abby asked with an arch of her eyebrow.
"What are you doing here, mum?" Clarke asked, finally sitting up and draping her legs over the side of the couch. Bellamy shifted his position so that he was sitting up as well, and rearranged the blanket pointedly over his lap, hoping that neither woman saw what he had done.
"Well you were meant to bring my oven dishes back over? Because it's Sunday?" Abby told Clarke, still looking between them in amusement. Clarke didn't seem embarrassed at all about being caught sleeping with some man. Sure, they were adults, in their twenties, but Bellamy was pretty sure that he would never be okay with his mother walking in on him, if she was still alive.
"Oh, shit!" Clarke winced. "Sunday lunch. Right. Uh," she ran her fingers through the tangled mess that sleep had created with her hair. "I'll go get them." She stood up and walked toward the kitchen, leaving her mother and Bellamy behind. Bellamy looked down at the ground and then back up at Abby, giving her a sheepish smile. She was grinning down at him, her arms crossed over her chest, not looking bothered. "Here we go," Clarke came back into the room and handed over two porcelain oven dishes.
"And are you going to get dressed before you come over, or are you going to bless us with your presence dressed like that?" Abby looked her up and down. The way her eyebrow was arched was so similar to expressions that Bellamy had seen Clarke make in the short time that he had known her, and even if he hadn't been told, he would know they were related.
"I'll drive over soon," Clarke told her.
"And you're bringing your friend?" Abby looked back at Bellamy.
"Oh, no, I'm fine," Bellamy began to stutter.
"Yup, he'll be there," Clarke spoke over him and Abby nodded.
"Excellent," she smiled at the pair of them. "I'll see you soon." Abby turned around and was gone with a few seconds, and Bellamy turned his eyes up toward Clarke, wide eyed and looking a little panicked. Clarke looked down at him and grinned.
"Come on!" She clapped her hands together. "We need to get moving so we have time to stop by your place and grab some clothes."
"Wait, I don't need—I mean, I'm not—I, uh," Bellamy stuttered and Clarke just raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of her rosebud lips. "Lunch. With your family. Okay," he nodded, letting out a sigh as he realized that there was no way out of it. "Sounds like a plan."
He really wasn't sure what he was expecting when he walked into the house of the Phantoms president. Maybe he was partly expecting half naked posters of girls on the walls and lots of leather—a ridiculous amount of leather. When he had delivered Jake's killer, it had been to the Phantoms club house, and that was definitely made up with the naked girls on the walls and leather and framed mug shots and even a deer head mounted above a pool table. But the house seemed perfectly normal, like every other house. And a very nice house at that.
"Oh, you made it!" Abby cried out as they walked through the front door, which brought them directly into the lounge where there was a gathering of Phantoms brothers. Raven was sitting on the couch, her legs slung over those of Wick, who was sitting next to her, a mug of coffee in his hand. On the arm chair was Finn, and standing behind him was a younger boy that Bellamy didn't recognize, although from a quick glance at his vest, he could see the word 'prospect' stitched underneath the patch that declared he was a Phantoms member. And then standing in the archway between the lounge and what looked like the dining room was the President.
Kane.
"Yeah, well, I had to take Bellamy back to his place to get dressed," Clarke said as she kicked off her ballet flats by the door and walked into the middle of the lounge, not waiting for Bellamy to take off his own shoes. He felt a little bit like a deer in the headlights, and was relieved when Raven shifted her legs and patted the couch next to her.
"You already know Finn and Wick, and this is Wells," she nodded behind him to someone who he hadn't noticed, Wells Jaha. "And this is Drew." This time she nodded at the prospect standing behind Finn, Drew Meaden. Bellamy nodded at them all in turn, before conversation continued as it had before they had walked in. Bellamy didn't have much to add to the conversation, which was currently revolving around the latest Marvel movie, and he was happy to just sit back and listen. Once again, he was surprised by how 'normal' it all felt, although he had already noted that each of the men in the room had guns on their person, and he had a feeling Wick actually had two, one that he could see strapped to his ankle underneath his jeans, and then one at his lower back. But everything was relaxed, and Abby was clearly the mother figure to all of them, scolding Finn for putting his feet up on the coffee table and reorganizing Drew's hair, which was a complete mess in front of his eyes.
"Lunch is ready!" Clarke called and it was a mad scramble from the lounge to the dining room, and Bellamy's eyes widened in surprise, quickly following after them. Kane sat at the front of the table, not saying much, not giving much away with his expression, but then he had always struck Bellamy as a man of few words, which he could appreciate. There was enough food to feed an army, but Bellamy noticed that it was disappearing quickly before his eyes and he had better fill up his plate if he didn't want to miss out.
"So where did you guys head off to last night?" Raven suddenly asked through a mouthful of bread roll and earning herself a narrow eyed look from Abby. "Did you have fun?" She wiggled her eyebrows at Bellamy and Clarke and Bellamy almost choked on the piece of chicken he was eating. Clarke glanced across at him and smirked and then looked back over at Raven and pulled the fingers at her.
"Leave the man alone, Raven," Wick told his girlfriend with a snort, shoving her in the side with his elbow. Bellamy's cheeks were red with embarrassment for the second time and he chanced a look toward Kane, who apparently didn't look too bothered by the insinuation that Raven was making and just continued eating his lunch. Lunch just seemed to get louder and louder, and even Finn was vocal as two or three different conversations started at once with each person raising their voice to be heard over everyone else. Despite an argument breaking out between Wick and Wells, it was all in good nature, and it was clear that all of these people cared about each other and were comfortable.
They were like a family.
He knew that was what the MC's were about—a brotherhood. And he already knew for a fact that were loyal to a fault, and would die—and kill—for each other. But he had never been around them when they were like this; eating, laughing, teasing, just being with each other. Even Kane was grinning, Clarke talking to him over the head of Raven, who was on her other side, and even though his eyes were always moving, as though waiting for something to happen, he looked at ease.
After lunch, the girls cleared the table and headed into the kitchen, and Bellamy excused himself to find the toilet. He could hear yelling and laughing coming from the kitchen; it sounded as though Raven was threatening to start a water fight with the dirty dishwater, and he grinned as he washed his hands after using the toilet. He came out of the bathroom and then stopped short when he saw Kane standing in the hallway, arms crossed over his chest.
"Uh, bathrooms free, man. If you want it," Bellamy said, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"What's going on with you and Clarke?" Kane asked bluntly. Bellamy blinked, pursing his lips and contemplating his response.
"We barely know each other," he answered honestly.
"You may have only just met each other, but you know a hell of a lot more about each other than normal," Kane replied. "Your history is a lot more complicated than normal."
"I don't know what's going on with me and Clarke," Bellamy said firmly. "I like her, but there's nothing—there's nothing happening between us." He paused and tilted his head to the side before continuing, "At least there isn't at the moment."
"So you want there to be something between you and my step-daughter?" Kane pressed, pushing himself off the wall that he was leaning against and straightening himself to his full height. It was an intimidation technique, the way he was broadening his shoulders and craning his neck so that he was looking down on Bellamy, even though the younger man was only slightly shorter.
And it was working.
"I'm, uh, not too sure how to answer that," Bellamy took in a conspicuous breath through his nose and gave Kane a half smile that he hoped looked authentic. "Guess we'll see how it goes."
"Right, well," Kane narrowed his eyes. "If something happens between you two, you need to know—"
"Yeah, yeah, you'll hurt me grievously if I do something that hurts her," Bellamy interjected. "She was the last Presidents daughter, and she's the new Presidents step-daughter. She's the Phantoms princess, I get it." Kane eyed him for a moment before letting out a short laugh and shaking his head.
"Well, the last bit was completely accurate," he said with a grin that unnerved Bellamy a little. "But the first part? No, buddy," he clapped his hand down on Bellamy's shoulder as he moved to start walking away. "Clarke is the strongest girl I know. And also one of the scariest. She'll be the one who hurts you grievously if you do something to hurt her."
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