Chapter 7:

Clarke fell asleep on the couch while "A Little Bit of Heaven" played in the background. Bellamy hated to love that movie. It was about a woman who finds out she has cancer and it has to be one of the funniest saddest movies he'd ever seen. It was also Clarke's favorite movie in the entire world. "I love you, Clarke." Bellamy whispered into her hair before lifting himself—as well as Clarke—up from the couch and carrying her to her bedroom. She shuffled in his arms, one eye peering open to look at him. She rolled her eyes playfully and crossed her arms.

"Your arms look so amazing when you're carrying me." She said sleepily. "I love your arms almost as much as I love you." Clarke's hands played with his shirt. "I'm sorry Stella cock-blocked."

"It's not about the sex." He said earnestly, "It really doesn't bother me that much."

He placed her on her bed and pulled his shirt over his head. She looked at him with fiery eyes. She leaned up slowly, crossing her legs at the ankles before doing the same with her pajama shirt. He noticed that when she went to "put some fucking clothes on" (that didn't belong to Stella), she'd also changed her underwear.

Instead of the simple black set that she was wearing earlier, she was wearing something lacy…something that made him want to do things he'd never done to her before. Her pretty little hand traced the strap on her shoulder, tempting him. He tilted his head to the side to watch her. She smirked at his reaction—more so at the reaction his pants seemed to be having at his desire for her. Her hand continued down to the curve of her breast, to the center of her bra and then to the little metal piece he hadn't seen until the moment she unhooked it and the straps fell down her arms to lay behind her. He cleared his throat, "You are the most seductive person I've ever met in my life."

She moved back down on her back, her hands encouraging him to follow her. He crawled slowly over her skin, her hand reaching for his jaw while his hand moved to spread her legs apart. She willingly parted, letting him settle between her. Her hot breath mingled with his before she pushed their lips together. He felt a breath escape her lips as his hand brushed between her thighs. "Am I everything you've ever…you know?" She breathed differently when they broke apart. He looked down at her and brushed the blonde hair from her forehead.

"You know the answer to that." He let his lips fall upon the sensitive skin behind her ear. His hand gripped her knee, pushing her leg down as he played with the draw string on her pajama shorts. "Baby…" He purred when her hand swept against his throbbing length underneath the intolerable amount of jean material. She unbuttoned his pants with ease, shoving her hand down his pants with a smirk on her lips. He groaned while her hand massaged him gingerly. "Don't be shy now, princess…" He said huskily.

"Take your pants off." She demanded, shoving at his chest so he would roll off her momentarily. She stood up, slipping the thin material of her striped shorts down her legs. He got off her bed, taking his pants off faster than she had. He tossed them over on her desk chair and looked at her. He was slightly nervous… she was something else—something he didn't understand or ever wanted to understand. She popped the elastic on her underwear as she moved down to take them off as well. She bent over and slipped them down her legs until they were at her feet. She kicked them off her feet. "I'm completely naked." She stated obviously, "Fuck me."

He stuttered, "W-what?"

She had the upper-hand. "Fuck me." She repeated, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him. He was hot. How did she get so lucky? "Now." He smirked when she stomped her foot demandingly. He pulled off his boxers, tossing them in the direction of his pants—not really making it there. He practically pushed her on her back, moving down her body until his breath tickled her heat. "What are you doing?"

"You're not the only one that knows how to play games, honey." He declared, grabbing her calf and putting her leg over his shoulder before connecting his mouth with the small bundle of nerves. She exhaled loudly, her head sinking back into her pillow. He huff escaped his lips when she dug a heel into his back. "Ow, Clarke—come on. You can't have all the fun."

"But I want to have all the fun." She said, "You aren't allowed to tease me."

She moaned when he returned to the spot he'd recently been to and she moaned again when he grazed his teeth across the sensitive part of her skin. He kissed at her skin, his breath tickling her. He sucked for a moment but then came up, smirking at her. "You're so wet, baby." She closed her eyes as a feeble attempt to mask how much his words affected her. He moved up, licking her neck while simultaneously slipping himself into her.

She bucked up into him the second she adjusted. "Damn…" She said breathlessly while he got into a rhythm of thrusting deep inside of her and pulling out to do it over and over again. "Bellamy, baby…son of a bitch…oh my god." Her thoughts were pouring out of her mouth with each thrust. His face was red hot because she had this way of building up his ability to give her pleasure. She continued to say things he would remember for the rest of his life. "Bell…damn…fuck me…"

He couldn't help but smile a little at her. "You're going to wake up Stella." He groaned when she wrapped her leg around him in response, giving him a different angle. "Okay…I get it." He reached a hand down to her clit, rubbing it rapidly. He felt her tense, her eyes fluttering underneath closed eyelids…her mouth forming into a perfect O before she moaned extremely loud. He couldn't pretend that her orgasm hadn't sent him over the edge. He liked—no, loved—how her face was lost in bliss. He groaned, moving his arm to the side of her head while he came.

"Damn." She said, "Honey…that was amazing. You think we're like a fine wine? We get better in time?"

"Oh, yeah." Bellamy agreed, moving over to the side of her. "It's me and you so of course we get better with time." She was still tingling from her orgasm. "I tell you about dinner with Marcus?"

"No." She said, "I was crying on you so…"

"Right." He nodded, "He is convinced that you aren't good for my image."

"If he knew about how amazing you looked right now…" Clarke said, "He'd have a different point of view." She was on her side, her breasts against his arm. "Do you—?"

"No." Bellamy shook his head, "Clarke, why so insecure today baby? You know I love you…you know I love you more than anything. Marcus Kane can go fuck himself." He said, "If he wasn't taking care of Octavia and paying for our apartment…I wouldn't…you know, I wouldn't let him say things like that."

She sighed, "I wish you could stay with me."

"I know…sometimes I wish I could stay with you, too. But with your mom…"

"She's moving, Bell." Clarke said, "I forgot to tell you before we got carried away…she's signing the house over to me. She's moving and leaving me here because she wants to start new." She pushed into him more. "Maybe one day we can…you know…live here together."

He was thinking about it. "It'd be nice."

"I'm not talking about right now." Clarke said, "Later, Bellamy…much, much, much later."

"It's not that I don't want to…I do but it'd make things complicated."

Clarke internally frowned. "You're right."

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