Clarke opened one eye slightly and groaned in pain the small movement caused her. She had never felt so shit in her life.
She reluctantly pulled herself up into sitting position, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit her. She placed her palms on her eyes, pushing back until she saw black spots flashing.
"Clarke." She groaned when she recognised the voice.
"O, I have a really bad headache. Whatever it is, can you talk to me about it later?" Clarke didn't bother to remove her hands from her face.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" Octavia's tone of voice kind of surprised Clarke; she sounded almost angry. Clarke lifted her head, ignoring the flashing pain in her head when she did so.
Yes, she was correct. Octavia Blake stood in her tent, her arms crossed across her chest and her mouth set in a hard line. She was angry.
Clarke searched her brain as to what she did to make her so angry but came up blank. All she remembered about last night was playing the drinking game. Actually now that she thought about it, she had no idea how she got back to her tent.
"All I remember from last night was playing that drinking game." Clarke answered, running her hands through her tangled hair.
"What?! So you don't remember Bellamy kissing you?" Octavia asked, positive Clarke was just trying to avoid the situation, but by the look on Clarke's face; she was telling the truth.
"Bellamy kissed me?" Clarke gasped, touching her lips. Why couldn't she remember this?
"You really can't remember?" Octavia asked dubiously, her face softening at her friend sitting in front of her.
"No. What happened?" Clarke asked dreading Octavia's answer.
"Oh. Well, um, I'm not sure I should be the one to tell you. You had a bit of a meltdown. Maybe you should talk to Bellamy." Octavia mumbled, looking a bit uncomfortable. "I need to get back to see if Jasper has woke up yet." Octavia's mouth opened in a gasp and she covered her mouth quickly.
"Oh shit! Pretend you never heard that." Octavia's face flushed as Clarke bit on her bottom lip to hold back her laughter.
"You spent the night with Jasper?" Clarke smirked as her friend shifted uncomfortably in her tent.
"Just don't mention that to Bellamy. He's angry enough; he doesn't need another reason to be angry today." Clarke nodded her head in confusion at Octavia, who quickly escaped her tent.
Shit, what had she done now?
Clarke hesitantly approached Bellamy's tent, plucking up courage she sure as hell didn't have. It was still early outside so the majority of the 100 were still asleep.
Okay here goes nothing.
Clarke ducked her head under Bellamy's flap of the ten, silently praying not to find a naked girl in here with him, but to her surprise he was alone.
He was still sound asleep and Clarke found herself transfixed on his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful in his sleep; the crease that was constantly between his brows was gone and his limbs were all stretched out. Clarke was thankful he had a cover over his bottom half cos she was pretty sure he had little to no clothing on under there. She had to bite back a sigh at his naked chest, ignoring his abs has his chest moved up and down.
Clarke decided to talk to him later and made her way to leave his tent when she heard him stir.
"Clarke?" He asked his voice groggy still laced with sleep.
"Hi." She spoke quietly, turning her head to face him. He had propped himself up on his elbow and was looking at her. He didn't look angry; actually she didn't know what he looked like.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Um, Octavia told me to come and talk to you." She muttered clasping her hands together tightly as she suddenly felt nervous.
"I don't really want to talk to you right now, Clarke." He said, rolling back onto his back.
"What did I do last night?" Bellamy's head snapped towards Clarke.
"You don't remember what happened?" He asked.
"No. All I remember from last night was playing that drinking game, which I totally regret right now. I don't even know how I got back to my tent." She muttered, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment at how stupidly drunk she was last night.
"I brought you back." He said, watching her has she moved from one foot to the other. He raised his eyebrows at her when he realised she looked nervous.
"Well, thank you." She answered back lamely.
"It's fine. I couldn't exactly leave you after your little meltdown." He replied back too harshly.
"Octavia said you kissed me." Clarke spoke quietly unable to look Bellamy in the face. Bellamy smirked from his bed and pulled himself up into sitting position. Clarke tired, but failed, to avert her eyes when all she realised he was wearing was his boxers. Bellamy rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure you've seen boxers before Clarke." He said.
"Of course I've seen boxers before! You're avoiding the question." Clarke snapped at him.
"I don't think I really need to be answering any of your questions after what you did last night." He shot back, his eyes glaring at her.
"Well I don't REMEMBER what I did last night!" She screamed at him, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.
Bellamy jumped to his feet and walked towards Clarke, causing her to take a shaky step back at his sudden closeness. His face was towering over hers; Clarke had never felt so small in her life. How hadn't see noticed he was so tall?
"Fine, Princess. Let me fill you in. You were practically screaming out jealously when I was innocently flirting with some girls, then you decided, and stupidly might I add, to get drunk. I helped you up when you fell over and you went down my throat because I was talking to other girls. I practically told you how I felt in front of everyone and then kissed you. Then you decided to yank my hair and scream at me for kissing you in front of everyone, again, telling me that you didn't want to get hurt again and ultimately I was going to do that!" Bellamy answered for her, holding her shoulders roughly.
Clarkes mouth gaped open, "Oh my god. I'm such an idiot."
"Well I'm not going to argue with you there." He smirked at her which caused her to shove him slightly, but he kept his hold on her shoulders.
She looked up at him and stroked his cheek causing him to shiver at her sudden touch. She had no idea where the confidence to do that came from.
"Bell, I am so sorry. I had no idea that you felt that way towards me." Bellamy scoffed at her.
"Sure you did, Princess. Everyone knew, much to my dislike, and everyone knows that you like me too." He replied back, moving one of his hands to her hip, causing her to sigh.
"I'm terrified." Clarke spoke back honestly, looking up in to his dark brown eyes, which she was positive were going to be the death of her.
"So am I." He said back before he lowered his lips to her. She gasped in his mouth and pulled him closer to her, causing him to moan at her hands being on his bare skin. She felt his tongue trace along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth wider for him. Their tongues were dancing against each other when she felt his hands slip under her shirt, tracing her back.
She pulled away from him only slightly to lift her shirt over her head. Bellamy traced her stomach, up to her chest then her face, which caused Clarke to moan loudly.
"You're so beautiful, Clarke." Bellamy said before he crashed his lips on hers again, running his fingers along her breasts. He felt his hardness growing and groaned when he felt Clarkes hand begin to slide down to his boxers.
"Hey Bell. What do you want me to do about-" Clarke froze when she heard a voice at the door. Bellamy's head whipped around pulling his hands back from Clarke, to see an embarrassed looking Miller standing there.
"Oh, um, sorry." Miller said lamely. Clarke stood frozen in embarrassment, very aware that she was standing there topless. Bellamy seemed to pull himself together quicker and grabbed a blanket to cover Clarke.
"Miller! Get the hell out of here! I'll be out in five minutes, fuck sake!" Bellamy shouted at him, wrapping the blanket around Clarke.
Miller walked out the tent shouting, "Jasper, mate, you've lost! You owe me your rations!"
