A slight knock on the door pulled his attention in her direction.
"Hey" she greeted softly.
"Hey" he replied grumpy as ever.
"I just wanted to stop in and say hey, normally I come in and introduce myself but you already know me so I'll just skip to the chase"
"I want to apologize"
"Good, you can do that from the chair"
"Wow, right to the point"
"Yup, let's go, we can start now." He struggled to move, this was going to take getting used to.
"Can I help you?" Clarke asked.
"I got it"
"How about a suggestion, I know you are right side dominant, but get out of the bed on your left side, let your left leg and left side support you, otherwise you're going to be in a heap on the floor, then I'm gonna torture you with I told you so's" He sent her a look before heeding her warning and doing what she said.
"This happens every two hours, bed to chair, chair to bed and so on. " she added.
His body felt week, run down, and just fed up. What were the chances he would get hurt on a damn field exercise, he'd been to war, spent 6 years overseas and never got injured. Not even a week at a new duty station and here he sits in the hospital, with the one person who drives him crazy as his physical therapist.
Clarke took note to his stagger, his body wasn't ready to start yet, but he was, the look he shot her was full of anger and she knew come hell or high water he would succeed just to prove he could. He sat down adjusting the way he was sitting.
"You said something about an apology?" she asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, I shouldn't have been an ass when you are willing to help"
"Good, apology accepted, I'm going to lift your leg, I'm going to bring it up till your leg is straight, parallel to the ground, and hold it there for three to five seconds. This is to show you the exercise. I know with the cast on your leg is heavier then normal. Even if you just get one rep, you lifting your leg is strengthening your muscles" She did it once and he managed once before cursing when he couldn't get it high enough the second time.
"Bellamy, you had surgery less than 24 hours ago. I want you to do reps of that on and off when you are in the chair. Leg lifts when you are in the bed. I'll have you do that before I leave"
"Geeze, surgery less than 24 hours ago but a ton of work to do" he sighed.
"Yup, can't afford to be lazy, here I brought you lunch" She smiled pulling a bag out of her tote bag and setting it in front of him. His eyes lit up seeing the container.
"Chicken parm, from Bella's"
"Gosh, I could kiss you, you know how awful the food here is"
"I do, and please refrain from touching me thanks" she joked, he shoveled the food in his mouth like a starving child.
"These are from your sister" Clarke held up a book and a magazine and set them on the table.
"Did you bring Clothes?"
"Yeah, you had stuff you left at the house" The Blake shirt she wore that he demanded back and a pair of shorts.
"Thanks"
"Anytime, when you get done eating I can help you get dressed."
"I can do that on my own"
"You sure?"
"Yes" he snapped.
"Okay good, well I'll let you finish and get dressed, I have to go see some other patients. Then I'll be back to go over the leg raises before I leave"
"You bring all your patient's lunch?" he asked
"Nope , just the one's I know are grumpy without food"
She returned to Bellamy's room a few hours later. He was shirtless and sat in the bed, doing leg raises and sit ups.
"Okay, not so fast" she walked over next to him and placed her hand on his lower abs, to hold him down. Her hand felt like it was burning through him, on her end it just felt like he was on fire, she was sure her cheeks were too, because the second she took to admire his toned stomach was the second he took to look at her, and when her eyes met his she could tell by the amused look that he caught her. She pulled her hand away.
"Um, crunches, no situps, I want you to be lifting your legs not counterbalancing from your abs. Leg muscles not abs, you can do crunches and lifts, work both, but not situps."
"Okay" he replied easily.
"You get flustered this easy in close contact with patients"
"Don't flatter yourself Blake, I expect to see you on the 1st floor tomorrow in the PT wing. 8am as they will probably let you out tomorrow, then after that I can just come to base or you can come over to the house" she was moving towards the door, obviously in a rush to leave, she didn't even leave him time to respond before the door closed.
Eleven O'clock that night he was restless. He kept thinking about his day, her hand on him sent his heart into an erratic beat, thankfully they took him off that machine or that surely would have caused a fuss.
He grabbed his phone, his sister already sent him a goodnight message. He took a chance and opened Clarke's name in his contacts, letting his finger hover over the messenger icon. Part of him was bored to the point he would talk to anyone, the other part of him didn't want to bother her. He gave in to his boredom.
Bellamy: You awake?
Clarke: Everything okay?
Bellamy: Yeah, bored.
Clarke: Do leg lifts!
Bellamy: Yes Doctor!, Do you make house calls? ;)
The second he sent it he groaned, they weren't the flirty type, at least not with each other, lack of sleep was killing him and just made tomorrow into an awkward day. He watched his phone repeatedly tell him Clarke was typing then it would disappear because she erased it then she was typing again.
Clarke sat on her bed unsure of how to reply, she had a few glasses of wine to relax her and was in the middle of a steamy sex session in the novel she was reading. The kind of paragraph that makes your breathing erratic and your mind run wild. That's when he called her out on her indecisiveness.
Bellamy: Stop erasing things, always go with your first instinct!
Clarke: You don't have a house.
He smiled at her response.
Bellamy: Nope I have a hospital room though.
Clarke: yup, with a big window and all, count stars.
Bellamy: What are you up too?
Clarke: Reading, or at least I was, you killed the moment.
Bellamy: Reading has a moment?
Clarke: Sometimes and this particular part was a moment.
Bellamy: Send me a pic of the moment...this I have to see.
She sighed, taking a snapshot of the book. She hit send, the second it was delivered she could feel her cheeks heat up. Now he knew what she reads.
Bellamy: Wow, I see why it's a moment.
Clarke: yup
Bellamy: You need a sex life
Clarke: Gee Thanks
Bellamy: Well only thing that makes that a moment is if it's making you hot and bothered. Are you hot and bothered...
Clarke: I'm not sure this is a conversation we should be having.
He wasn't either, he could feel himself getting hard thinking about her being turned on.
Bellamy: your secrets safe with me, not a fan of gossip so whatever you say to me ever in person or in text, I'll never repeat it.
Clarke: Is that supposed to make it okay?
Bellamy: I could help...
He scolded himself, he needed a sex life.
Clarke: Help what?
Bellamy: Help get you through your "moment"
He watched her type and delete and repeat again and then nothing no response. She was flustered, part of it felt so bad she wanted to do it and the other part was afraid to face him tomorrow if she did do it. He just sat back and waited, lord knew he could use a release and if he could talk her into it that would be perfect.
Bellamy: Cat got your tongue?
Clarke: I've never done that before or anything remotely like that.
Bellamy: I know you've had sex, this is easy, less stress. Just keep it between us and over the phone, makes it easier to face one another.
Clarke: If you say so.
Bellamy: No feelings, just fun.
Clarke: Easy enough.
That shouldn't be hard, she couldn't stand him on a civil level most days.
Bellamy: That's what I thought, I think a lot...About things I'd like to do to you..
Clarke: like?
Bellamy: Kiss you, believe it or not, everytime you get mad or yell at me I just want to grab you and kiss you...hard.
She felt like she was having trouble swallowing, running a hand through her hair as she shifted under her blankets. Suddenly it was really hot in her room. She was giving in though, he was right she needed a sex life and if he could fill in the void without anyone knowing, why not?! She trusted him.
Clarke: I'd like that, assertive, dominant, rough. I won't lie, I want you to make me give you what you want.
Bellamy shifted to give his body relief, for someone who hasn't done this before she had him ready for anything.
Bellamy: You know how sexy that is? Your eagerness to please, it has me rock hard.
Clarke: Too bad I don't make house calls, I'd help you out, let my hand move lightly over your cock.
Bellamy: That couldn't last long, I'd need to feel your mouth, would you take me in your mouth?
Clarke :I Would, nice and slow at first.
Bellamy: Can I put my hands in your hair, guide you?
Clarke: Make me deep throat you, make me take all of you.
Bellamy: Can I call you?
He didn't wait for an answer he just hit the green phone in the corner. It rang half of a ring, her voice breathless on the other side.
"Are you touching yourself Clarke?" his voice was deep, husky and like pure sex.
"Mmmmm hmm"
"Me too, Clarke reach up and squeeze your tit's for me, give your nipple a little pinch"
Her light moan traveled through the phone.
"That's right baby, move your hand across your stomach, down between your legs. Run your finger up your slit."
"God Bell, I'm so wet for you" her voice caught him off guard, his name was a half pant and half moan, that alone could have gotten him off.
"Alright princess rub your clit for me"
"Bell?"
"Yeah"
"Are you touching yourself?"
"Yeah, move one finger inside you, pull it out slow and re enter it. Keep going."
"Bellamy, I wish I was there, I would take your throbbing cock in my mouth, inch by inch till I took it all. I want to taste you." He sped his pace up she heard a slight moan leave his lips. It just fueled her more.
"Can I use two fingers? please "
"Yeah, use two fingers. Slide them in and out of that wet, tight pussy"
"I wish it was you sliding in and out"
"If I was there we wouldn't be talking much, I'd have you screaming"
"I don't know how much longer I can hold out for"
"A few more minutes princess, hold on till I'm ready, don't stop though. I want you to edge yourself" She slowed her motions bringing herself dangerously close but still not getting to that point. He increased his speed, listening to her breathe in the phone, his eyes squeezed shut as he pictured her mouth wrapped around him.
"Mmm Clarke "
"Bell I can't hold out any longer"
"Cum for me sweetheart" his voice dragged her over the edge, no sooner did it leave his lips did he hear her moan his name, seconds later he came in his hand.
"Feel better?" he asked out of breath.
"Yeah, I can't believe we just did that." she laughed lightly.
"G'night princess"
"Night Bell"
and just like that the conversation was over.