A/N Okay that's it. But should I keep going?
Bellamy
Bellamy hardly hesitates as he closes the distance between them and claims Clarke's soft lips. He's been wanting to do that since this morning in his bed and now he lets himself fall into the kiss.
His senses are suddenly filled with Clarke as she leans back on the seat and pulls him with her, causing her tight dress to hike up over her hips. Bellamy moans at the feel of nothing but her lace panties between his hands and her hips as she opens her legs to cradle his body between them.
Bellamy sucks her full bottom lip into his mouth and Clarke tilts her head back to make the sexiest fucking sound that he has ever heard. He takes the opportunity slide open-mouthed kisses down her throat as his sex-fogged brain starts wondering how her dress unzips.
Clarke rolls her hips up against the uncomfortable tent in his jeans and makes little breathy sounds of encouragement when a car horn sounds from somewhere else in the parking lot.
Like a splash of cold water, Bellamy rears back from the molten sex in in his arms.
"Clarke!"
She sits up far enough to rest on her elbows and they stare at each other with matching expressions of disbelief and dread. The sight of her mussed hair, puffy lips and bedroom eyes are almost enough for Bellamy to forget everything and kiss her again.
"Well… fuck." She says finally, and Bellamy tries not to chuckle but cracks a smile instead as he sits back in his seat.
"Very nearly, yeah." He says as he blows out a big breath and runs a big hand through his hair.
Clarke sits up and half-heartedly tries to straighten her dress as Bellamy rearranges the front of his pants.
"That was… unexpected. I mean I know I was the one to… but that was… intense."
She stammers, and Bellamy just nods in agreement as she awkwardly and silently gestures towards her apartment then Clarke opens the truck door and slides out.
"Thanks for the ride… home, Bel. I'll see you later."
"Anytime, Princess." He says to the already closed door and waits until Clarke is inside the building before putting the truck into gear and turning towards home.
"Definitely… unexpected." He mumbles.
The next time Bellamy sees Clarke it's almost a week later. Octavia insists on cooking a fancy dinner for 'her three, favourite people' and no one can turn down one of Octavia's amazing meals. Lincoln walks in the door to their little house and immediately crowds the tiny kitchen with Octavia in it so Bellamy grabs a beer and walks out the front door to spare himself from the giggles and cutesy kisses.
Bellamy is just debating whether to bail completely when a car pulls up and he sees a familiar blonde head hop out of it, holding a bottle of wine. A slow smirk spreads across his face as Clarke turns and spots him leaning against the porch railing, watching her.
Clarke hesitates for only a second before he sees her inner stubbornness shine through and she sets her face into a look of determined aloofness.
So that's how it's going to be.
"Blake."
She says with a terse nod as she climbs the steps, attempting to walk by him but Bellamy steps in and leans against the door, forcing her to look at him as he blocks her path.
Her icy gaze falls on him and Bellamy can't help but grin.
"Griffin."
He says, mimicking her tone as he drops his eyes to her pursed lips purposely. When Bellamy looks back into her eyes, he notes her blown pupils and decides tonight is going to be more fun than he originally thought.
The princess is back in control and trying to make like their time together in his truck never happened.
Bellamy steps aside and lets Clarke walk into the house, feathering a hand over her lower back as he follows her inside. He drops his smirk at her stiffened spine and talks over her shoulder as he steps around her.
"Look who I found wandering around outside." He says as he goes to claim one of the two old barstools that make up their 'dining area' in front of the passthrough to the kitchen.
Octavia dances out of the kitchen to hug Clarke and thank her for the wine she brought and then back to the kitchen where Lincoln is already pulling down wine glasses for them.
Bellamy looks away from their lovey-dovey-ness and takes a swig of beer as he watches Clarke's internal cringing over the last remaining seat, next to him. Octavia is preoccupied with Lincoln as Bellamy smiles at Clarke and pats the stool next to him, daring her to take it.
With steel in her eyes, Clarke confidently walks over and parks herself on the stool, turning to grab a homemade tortilla chip off the counter and popping it in her mouth before turning towards Bellamy.
His eyes are drawn to her plump lips as she licks the salt off them and Bellamy knows that she just agreed to play with him.
Game on.
Due to the nearness of his sister, Bellamy curbs most of his wicked ideas on how to tease Clarke but by the end of the night, they're both jumpy messes.
The tiny caresses of his fingers on her knee out of sight of Octavia and Lincoln made Clarke's voice an octave higher but when Clarke rakes her fingernails up his thigh, Bellamy almost chokes on his beer.
Getting up before dessert to get himself another beer, Bellamy takes advantage of Octavia and Lincoln's inattention to trail his fingers along the strip of bare skin between Clarke's shirt and the top of her jeans. She tries to play off the arch of her back as a big stretch and Bellamy turns his head to hide his smirk of satisfaction.
Lincoln begs off the rest of the night to get to work and he and Octavia walk out the door to his car to say good night.
Bellamy isn't sure who moves first when the door closes behind them.
Clarke meets him halfway and their lips collide in a clash of lips and teeth. Their hands are all over each other as Clarke practically climbs into his lap to get close. With nervous glances every few seconds out the window, Bellamy can't deny the thrill of their secret as he squeezes Clarke's ass and she grinds against him with his mouth hot on hers.
Bellamy hears Lincoln's car start and tears his lips away from Clarke's to see Octavia waving at the retreating car.
With a groan, Bellamy slides Clarke off his lap. His one consolation is that she looks as pouty as he feels when they stop. Bellamy chances one last quick kiss to her lips as the door opens and then he is back in his seat, beer at his lips.
Clarke has jumped away to start collecting dishes and Octavia seems to be none the wiser.
"I need to get ready for work. You know you can help her, right?"
She says in a snarky tone to Bellamy as she thanks Clarke for the help.
"I don't mind. Go get ready for work. I can handle this."
Octavia gives Clarke a peck on the cheek and thanks her as sends a pointed glare at Bellamy and backs away down the hallway towards the shower. Bellamy makes a show of putting down his beer and lifting a plate as he stands.
He walks around to the tiny kitchen and just as he reaches over Clarke's shoulder to drop the plate in the sink, he hears the water turn on in the shower. Dropping the plate in the soapy water, Bellamy braces his hand on the edge of the sink and leans in to press his body against Clarke's back.
"She takes long showers." He murmurs into Clarke's ear as he uses his other hand to move aside her curtain of blonde curls and kiss behind her ear.
There is a quick gasp before Clarke whips around in his arms and grabs the front of his shirt with her soapy hands, pulling him into her. Bellamy kisses Clarke until they are both dizzy and then slips his hands under her thighs to pick her up and sit her on the kitchen counter, stepping between her legs.
He holds the small of her back as he bends her backwards to lick a trail down her throat to her chest, ripping up her t-shirt to get at her luscious breasts. Her sheer lace bra makes it easy for Bellamy's mouth to claim her nipple and Clarke stifles a moan when he does.
Clarke's fingers are running through Bellamy's hair as she holds him to her chest and her legs are wrapped tightly around his hips, pulling him in tight.
"Oh fuck, that feels amazing." She pants, and Bellamy has to agree as she starts moving her hips to rub herself against his hardness.
His hands move down to rip open the front of her pants and yank them off her legs.
"Bel, is this a good idea?! O could be out any second." Clarke asks with a panicked glance down the hallway, but she doesn't make a single move to stop him either. Bellamy tears himself away from Clarke's chest to stand and grin at her.
"That sounds like a challenge."
He is loving the slightly scandalized expression on Clarke's face as he reaches down to literally rip the side of her panties open and drops to his knees in front of her.
"Fuck that's hot." She says more to herself than him as Bellamy leans forward and throws Clarke's legs over his shoulders.
Clarke's slides forward slightly and Bellamy takes his first long lick of her wetness. The taste of her is the biggest turn on and he quickly shifts the front of his pants to a more comfortable position before returning to his task.
No time for finesse, Bellamy starts running the rough part of his tongue against Clarke's clit and uses her whimpers and moans to guide him. Curling his tongue into her opening, he can feel Clarke teetering on the edge, so he slides his tongue back up to her clit as he slowly slides two fingers inside her.
Clarke's mouth is open in a silent scream and her hands are white-knuckled on the edge of the counter as her whole body starts quivering and her pussy starts contracting around Bellamy's fingers.
He holds still as Clarke rides out her orgasm and then he gently removes his fingers and lightly laps up her juices before standing again to look into Clarke's post-orgasmic face. Bellamy grins at her and she pulls him forward into a deep kiss as they hear the water of the shower turn off.
Looking down, Bellamy tilts his head at Clarke's ruined panties and rips the other side open before stuffing them into his pocket and helping her pull up her jeans and right her clothing. Lifting her up off the counter to stand her on her feet, Bellamy steals another deep kiss and then turns her to walk out behind him as he turns towards the dishes in the sink.
Octavia walks out of the shower fully dressed but still drying her hair with a towel as she walks over to them.
"Are you still at it? How long does it takes to wash a few dishes. Clarke, you okay? You look flushed."
Bellamy, unable to turn from the sink without outing his erection just grins at the dishes as Clarke responds.
"It's just a bit hot in the kitchen Thought I'd let the unemployed do all the work this time."
Octavia is oblivious to the double entendre and just laughs as she wanders to her room. Bellamy turns when she's out of sight and raises an eyebrow at Clarke.
She grins at him as she yells to Octavia.
"I've gotta get going to work too, but we'll have to do this again soon." She says without breaking eye contact with Bellamy and licking her top lip. Bellamy leans a hip against the counter and grins wolfishly as he dries a plate and he watches Clarke.
"Okay, thanks Clarke!"
Octavia yells back and Clarke saunters closer to Bellamy and swipes a pen off the fridge to turn and write a phone number over the grocery list, ripping the paper off the pad.
Bellamy puts the plate down and throws the dish towel on the counter as Clarke steps in close to slap the paper against Bellamy's chest and holds her hand there as his comes up to take the paper.
Clarke presses herself against Bellamy for a moment and whispers in his ear before licking the outside of his earlobe.
"If you want me to return the favour someday soon."
With that, she turns on her heel, grabs her purse and saunters out the door, leaving Bellamy grinning like an idiot at all the naughty possibilities.
