NOTE: I AM SOOOO SORRY that it took me so long to update. I was having some sequencing issues but I think I figured it out because I have the next three chapters pretty much done, only minor edits. I promise you will be getting updates more regularly. I really hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, this is a bit of cliffhanger. In the past, I've written one off moments as chapters but this one was a bit longer so I broke it up a bit, so this is part one of a moment. The next chapter will continue right where this one ended.

(Clarke POV)

Raven didn't speak to her for weeks. When they did finally speak, it was ridiculously awkward at first. "I swear I had no idea that you were dating Finn…" Clarke was actually surprised how understanding Raven was, even if she did have those weeks to process everything that happened.

They end up hugging, commiserating and damning Finn to hell over and over. He can suck it - what kind of a guy fucks up that bad… with two amazing woman. They end up talking everyday after that initial conversation, even having a classic girl's sleepover. When the weekend finally comes, they decide that they are awesome and deserve to go out, have fun and dance. Clarke really wants to dance. She doesn't exactly get out much and this is exactly what she needed.

Clarke is wearing a new dress that Octavia convinced her to buy - its not really her style but she will admit that it does make her look good, tight in all the right spots, loose in others. It makes her confident - Others may not have noticed because well she's pretty opinionated and outspoken but this whole Finn situation kind of threw her through a loop. She's been feeling a little insecure and she may have been hiding from the world. This dress doesn't exactly let her hide.

They're at the local bar/ club, The Ark. She's not really paying attention to her surroundings. Hips swaying, arms waving in the air - her focus solely on the music. That's why she's confused when Raven looks beyond her, turns back to her, raises an eyebrow and smiles. She's about to ask her what thats about when she feels a hand on her hip (digging a little possessively into said hip to be exact). Her eyes are wide and her heart beat picks up exponentially, 'cause who the hell is behind her? She gives Raven a look, like what do I do, her friend's smile just widens and she turns around. WTF?

That's when he whispers "hey Princess" and his breath is caressing her ear. She shivers. Then groans because there is absolutely no way to hide it from Bellamy. His front is pressed right up to her back and his hand has snaked its way up around her waist. She's frantically trying to come up with an excuse to explain away the goosebumps that have now erupted all over her skin. She can hear his smirk when he says, "Who knew your highness could let loose?"

(Bellamy POV)

He saw her the moment she walked into the bar. She looked stunning and he couldn't help but stare. It was becoming a really bad habit of his when she was around.

Octavia was spending the night at a friend's house and he, thankfully, had the night off. So he and his buddies decided to hit the local bar.

Thirty minutes into the evening, he's still occasionally looking (ok maybe not so occasionally) at the princess when he notices that he's not the only one. Bellamy's not delusional, he knows that he's not the only one that has noticed her - she is gorgeous, he figured it was about time that he admit even if only to himself.

It's just that this particular someone eyeing her makes him want to punch things. When he notices that Prettyboy is no longer just watching and has started to move toward Clarke and he get this nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach, telling him to get to her before Prettyboy (even if just to warn her). He doesn't really have a plan, he's winging it as per usual.

Bellamy decides to have fun with it. If he can save her and rile her up, why not. By now, he has learned that when she's riled up, she won't back down from a challenge. His curiosity gets the better of him - he kinda wants to see how far he can take it, which one of them will back down first.

As he gets closer to Clarke, he notices Raven (their upstairs neighbor) notice him. He places his finger over his mouth, signalling for her to remain quiet as he comes up behind Clarke. Raven must be having a silent conversation with Clarke because he notices her raised eyebrow, intense gaze and smirk. Then Raven was gone - she's either ok with him sidling up to Clarke or thinks that the princess can take care of herself (she totally can).

Bellamy places his hand on her hip, adding a little pressure, and pulling her close. He whispers "hey Princess" into her ear, letting his breath caress her skin. She shivers and he knows he made the right decision.

He lets his hand slide around her waist, pulling her against his body. Goosebumps are spreading across her skin and his smile widens. "Who knew your highness could let loose?"

She stiffens at the comment and makes a move toward his foot with her heel. Luckily, he had prepared himself for just such a reaction and gracefully shifted his foot away.

"Whoa, whoa Clarke, I'm just trying to save you from an awkward encounter with the ex." He's still speaking into her ear (he tells himself the reason for the close embrace is to ensure that Finn can't hear him but honestly he doesn't even know if Finn is near).

She's relaxed a little, no longer fighting his grasp. She turns to face him, remaining in his embrace, placing her hands on his shoulders, leaning toward his ear and questioning his strategy, "What's the plan?" Her lips graze his earlobe and his brain short circuits for a second (he may have let a groan slip past his lips at the contact). She has a smug look on her face when she pulls back and he knows that he needs to strike back right this fucking second.

Bellamy answers her question by yanking her forward into him, anchoring his hand at the small of her back and pressing their bodies as close as humanly possible. They lock eyes and he shifts his other hand up to her cheek, running his thumb across her bottom lip. He continues to slowly painstakingly caress her skin. Moving along her jawline, down her neck (he can feel her struggle to swallow), then onto her collarbone. He's watching her closely, waiting for the slightest change in her expression but she's right there with him, letting him touch her and he knows that this isn't a game anymore.

His touch is barely there but its the only thing they are aware of in the moment until Clarke moves her hand up the back of his neck and threads her fingers into his hair. The space between their lips is getting infinitely smaller when Bellamy's phone buzzes. They're so startled by the sensation that they end up knocking their heads together, breaking the trance.

"You should probably answer that."

NOTE: I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas. As always, I'm willing to add stuff in when I can.