Chapter 9
WE'RE BACK!
Clarke sat behind Bellamy, her arms around his waist as they road horse back toward Polis. Everyone traveling through the Forrest together made Clarke feel rather safe.
The two didn't say a word to each other all morning. If Clarke had to guess, she'd say Bellamy was going to hold out till the last possible second to engage her.
Which was fine, because she had no plans to chat with him through this trip either.
At this point Clarke would have preferred to ride with someone else, or walk. But apparently that wasn't allowed, seeing as when Clarke went to ride with one of her friends, Bellamy shook his head and hulled her onto the back of his horse.
To waist time and occupy her mind, Clarke thought back to the last time she was in Polis. Her marriage to Bellamy, how awkward it was having sex in a room of people, how those people disappeared once Bellamy's mouth was on her.
Without realizing it, Clarke let out a soft moan. Bellamy turned his head slightly, but he didn't look at her, instead he refocused forward. Clarke was happy he was refusing to looked at her right now, because her face blushed a furious red.
The embarrassment gave way quickly to anger when Gina road up on her house, slowing beside Bellamy to carry on a conversation. Bellamy happily conversed with her, Clarke silently watched from behind. She felt her eyes sting with tears but she held them back.
Clarke had seen Bellamy around with many of the girls these past few weeks, but he'd been getting closer to Gina recently. Clarke wanted to tell him that if he wanted to continue fucking people who weren't her, she would do the same/ With the girls and the guys.
But she couldn't say that, not even because she was worried about ruining the alliance. Any time she opened her mouth to speak with him, Bellamy was already turned and walking in a different direction. It was exhausting.
And to make matters worse, Kane would be at the summit to represent camp Jaha along with Clarke. Seeing as how the blonde doesn't really like in the camps walls and doesn't know whats going on, on a day to day basis.
There was one time since she lied to Anya, that Clarke got Bellamy to talk directly to her, yell at her would be more accurate.
"So are we just not going to talk until one of us dies?" Clarke asked him, one of the few times she'd caught him while home.
Bellamy didn't even look at her, he just shook his head.
Clarke swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling anger burn her stomach. She was so tired to being ignored, all because she wanted to stop the murder or her own mother.
"Guess this means you won't be coming with on my next run to Arkadia?"
Bellamy spun to face her, in a blur of fury he was across the room and had her pinned against the cabin wall in seconds. His face was actually red and he seemed to me vibrating with how angry he was. His hands gripped her upper arms with enough force to keep her in place.
The air got knocked out of her lungs as her back hit the wall. She looked up at him, eyes wide, this was the most interaction they'd had in weeks.
"Are you out of your god damn mind?" He roared.
Clarke just looked up at him, did she plan to go back to Arkadia? Yes. That was part of the alliance, her interaction with the wasn't sure why exactly she felt now was the time to bring it up, throwing it in his face. she didn't currently have plans to visit camp.
Bellamy's hand came up by her face causing Clarke to flinch. With great speed, he slammed his palm into the wood beside her head. The noise startling her.
"Answer me!" He demanded.
While her heart was racing, Clarke kept her face nutural.
"It's part of the terms for the alliance Bella-"
"Fuck the alliance." Might as well, you've been fucking everything else, Clarke thought. "Kane can come here for updates-"
"What is the point when he can just lie to us?"
Bellamy looked like he was about to explode, because Clarke could rile him up so easily.
"You're god damn survival."
Clarke shook her head. "It was a mistake Bellamy."
"You're an idiot." Bellamy turned away from her, needing some distance.
"Excuse me?" Clarke raised her voice for the first time during this whole conversation.
Bellamy towered back over her again. "You want to die? First you go after Gina and start a fight in the middle of camp, and then you go to Arkadia and almost die from being poisoned. That's only what's happened since the thirteenth clan was reintroduced! There were countless other recklessly asinine things you have done since landing here."
"Like what?" Clarke demanded to know, crossing her arms.
The fabric of Bellamy's shirt being lightly grazed by Clarke's forearms.
"Before coming down here, after your father failed, you committed treason by trying to expose the ark to it's dark secrets. Day one, you faced off with a puma while trying to save your friend and almost falling into one of our traps. You went swimming in a body of water without checking if there was anything dangerous under the surface. There was the time you went out with your hunting party and wee inches away from being speared by a wild boar. Then there was the time you tired to face off with Roan Azgetta and nearly escaped with your life- He wasn't the first person you've tried to go up against down here. Anyone that would have no problem gutting you and stringing you up as a warning, you have found and confronted in some way."
Clarke rolled her eyes, " Is that all?"
"That is not even close to half the times you've almost been killed."
She shrugged at him, "It's earth, people die down here."
"You look for trouble, and jump into without thinking. Nine times out out of ten I'm risking my ass to save yours."
That upset her. "Who asked you to!?" She shoved him away from her, storming out of the cabin.
"Clarke!" He yelled after her.
But she was already gone, not wanting to listen to him anymore. The one time he finally engaged in a conversation with her and she's the one that needs to walk away for some space.
Not that they were talking before, but after that fight, both parties were even more distant. It came to the point where Clarke would sleep over in Raven's cabin to get out of her own. Not that Bellamy was there to notice anyway.
As Gina continued to ride next to Bellamy talking about last nights perimeter detail, Bellamy's only thoughts were for the small blonde behind him.
With every move of the horse between their legs, Clarke's breasts were pressed into Bellamy's back. Almost a month of celibacy, without even minimal contact with Clarke had him on edge.
Bellamy always griped about Clarke's stubbornness, but his own stubbornness was currently rivaling hers. He was the reason for the 'separation' going on between them. It wasn't for lack of love or being bored. It was the fact that he loved her too damn much.
He wanted to rip Abby apart for almost killing the women he loved. But he couldn't, not only because Clarke had lied to his heda, but because killing Abby would lead to him losing Clarke.
While her mother was not even in the top hundred of her favorite people, Clarke would still be devastated if she'd been killed weeks ago, like she should have been.
Bellamy found himself missing Clarke. He had gone to their cabin a week prior, wanting to move forward and patch things up. But when he couldn't find her, he searched around only to find out she'd been staying with Raven.
Their distance had been going on for too long, it became the new normal. Bellamy wasn't quiet sure how to get away from it. So he stayed mad, started spending more time with Miller, Gina and a couple of others he use to hang around almost daily.
But now he was headed to polis, Bellamy hoped that being 'forced' to be in the same space together for a couple days, will held him and Clarke get things back on track.
The only things was Clarke, she'd been sorry the first few week after all toxins had left her body. But now she was quiet and reserved and seemed like she was the one now mad at him.
There were going to be a lot of dangerous clans where they were going. Bellamy felt a stronger pull to protect Clarke, there were going to be very real threats in Polis. Anya had warned him to watch out for Clarke, she was still a target some of the clans want to take down.
So he made Clarke ride with him, her legs close behind his, her chest pressed into his back. Despite the distance she'd tried to put between them when first mounting the horse.
Bellamy had cupped his hands under her knees and pulled her right against him. He did not need her falling off and breaking something or them getting attacked and her getting knocked off.
When she'd moaned no longer than a couple moments, Bellamy felt his pants tighten. He'd heard some women saying that riding a horse can stimulate a women, not that he would know if there were any truth to that or not.
"Do you hear that?' Clarke asked, perking up.
Gina continued to talk, ignoring Clarke. Bellamy on the other hand leveled his breathing and tried to listen to his surroundings. There were footsteps of the warriors around him, horses made minimal noise- Before he could get further, Clarke's warmth disappeared for his back.
Bellamy turned quickly, Thinking she'd been attacked or pulled from the horse. On the contrary, Clarke herself was dismounting the horse while it was still in motion.
"Clarke." Bellamy pulled his horse to a stop, grabbing Clarke's wrist with the other to help lower to the ground. "What are you doing? You could have gotten hurt."
"It sounds like a kid crying." She said distracted, her arms slipping from Bellamy's grasp as she took off into the woods.
Other than some of the younger kids of the 100, Clarke had never heard someone cry down here on the ground. The noise was enough to pull her from her own thoughts, if there was a kid in trouble, Clarke was sure as hell going to help them.
She heard Bellamy behind her, talking in his native tongue. While Clarke had picked up a couple sayings, they were mostly related to medicine. Bellamy's tone was authoritative, which meant he was giving orders.
Clarke knew it was dump to run out into the woods without thinking it through first, but she just acted. Besides no doubt Bellamy was right behind her ready to yell at her and she had a knife strapped to her thigh.
In the end what she came upon, was worth the scolding she was going to get. She was on the edge of a cliff, shuffling to the edge Clarke looked down.
A little grounder boy was stuck hanging on for dear life to a couple rocks and roots coming out the side of the cliff. He looked like he was shaking, and not from fear, he looked like he'd been stuck down there for a couple hours.
"Hey." Clarke called to him.
"Hey, You can't just run off like that." Bellamy snapped, grabbing her bicep to pull her away from the cliffs edge.
Clarke looked at him, ignoring the pissed off look on his face. "A little boy is stuck down there."
The sound of horse huffs coming closer caused Clarke to look over Bellamy's shoulder at Anya.
"What is going on?" She demanded to know, looking at the blonde.
While Bellamy went to look over the edge, Clarke walked up to Anya.
"There is a little boy trapped a ways down the cliffs edge, I don't think he can get himself back up."
One of her guards stepped forward. "A trick heda."
Clarke shook her head. "He's no older than five."
Bellamy came back to her side, "He's ice nation." He informed.
Looking around at the group in front of her, Clarke deduced the unwillingness to help the child.
Eyes landing on Bellamy, Clarke hopped to appeal to his softer side.
"He's just a boy. We have to save him."
Bellamy looked down at her with a blank face. While she looked up at him pleading.
"Heda we don't have time for a rescue mission." The guard said once again.
Anya looked on at Clarke, She gave one small nod and Clarke felt her whole body relax.
"We just need one of our long ropes, I can go down and get him."
Anya send the guard away to retrieve the rope.
"What if the rope breaks? No, you are not going down there." Bellamy told her.
Clarke put her hand on her hips. "So you're going to send your heda down there? Because she is the only one besides me light enough to go and get him."
"We can lower the rope far enough that he can use it to climb up." Bellamy countered.
Shaking her head Clarke walked back to the edge, "Look at him. He's barely holding on as it is. You think he can pull himself up on his own."
"What is this stupid ass shit I heard about you cliff jumping?" Murphy's condescending voice came from behind them.
Clarke rolled her eyes at him, turning back to Bellamy when he took her arms and lead her away from the group that had gathered and back into the tree line.
"I really don't like this Clarke." He told her gently.
Seeing a genuine emotion in his eyes other than anger, which is all she'd been getting this past month, Clarke softened.
"I can't leave him down there."
Bellamy sighed, finally conceding. "Just like you couldn't tell Anya the truth about what your mom really did."
Clarke got ready to defend herself for the dozenth time, but she didn't have to. Bellamy's hands slid onto her hips, pulling her to him. His head dipped so he could bring his lips to hers.
Bellamy let out a satisfied grunt when Clarke responded to his kiss. All he wanted to do was take her against one of the many trees around them. but when he heard Garrets voice, as he returned with the rope, Bellamy knew it wasn't the time.
So he shut his mouth, with his heart beating so hard it was painful in his chest. As he watched Clarke go over the edge of the cliff. He did not start to breath again until she was back on solid ground and they were back to straddling the horse, this time with her in front.
The little boy 'tot' knew Octavia from one of her many travels to the other villages. He road with her, apparently he'd followed his clan members on their trip to Polis. He'd falling when he'd tried not to be seen by his parents.
Once Bellamy had his hips pressed to hers he kicked the horse with his heels to get her into motion. A hand possessively on her hip, and the other holding the reigns, hand rested in front of her pelvic bone.
Clarke looked over her shoulder. "You didn't have to safety bar me in, I don't expect to find A second lost child in the same day."
With reigns in hand, Bellamy pressed the heel of his palm into Clarke, flexing his wrist to rub against her. Smirking as the headstrong blonde gasped and sat up straight.
"I heard you earlier, moaning into my back." He told her, hand still in motion. "What were you thinking about?"
Clarke forehead was scrunched up as as tired to keep her breath even and appear normal. But she'd been celibate for over a month now, with with heel of Bellamy's hand where it was and his warm breath at her ear, Clarke wanted to be anywhere but in the middle of a crowd of his people and hers.
All she could give him was a small shake of her head, her voice would only hinder her in this situation. He just forgave her, she didn't want to show how despite she was to feel his touch. Didn't want to show him weakness.
Bellamy chucked softly. He couldn't see Clarke's face, but he could imagine the look of determination on it. He didn't need her words for validation that was he was doing felt good. The small rock of her hips was answer enough, he let out a low grunt against her ear as her ass rubbed the front of his pants.
"You want to know what I'm thinking about?" He didn't wait for a response, knowing he wouldn't get one. "How damp your panties have to be right now. How I wish that it was me between those soft thighs, instead of this horse."
Bellamy smile to himself as he saw Clarke's thighs tighten against the sides of their horse. He continued, dropping his voice another octave.
"My mouth is watering at just the memory of how sweet you taste. Is that what you were thinking about Clarke? My mouth on you." Clarke's left hand, the one not holding onto the saddle, gripped Bellamy's bicep. "Mmm."
With a sweet kiss to the shell of her ear, Bellamy backed off his hand holding the reigns. But he kept his hand firmly on her hip, as they continued to ride toward polis. Clarke's body relaxed, without the continuous stimulation from his palm. But every once and a while, when the horse would go over some rough ground, Clarke would tense and suck in a sharp breath.
He would watch her squirm in the saddle, unable to relieve the ache between the thighs. Bellamy would rub his thumb over her hip in a soothing motion, feeling bad she'd gone from turned on, to visibly uncomfortable.
Quickly he decided on a plan of action. With a ''tisk tisk" sound, Bellamy urged the horse forward till he came up next to Anya.
She nodded at him and Clarke, silently telling her guard to fall back.
"Heda, I think it would be wise to set up for the night. Head into Polis with sharp minds and clear heads."
Anya looked at him considering his words. They had planned to ride through the night and get to Polis by day break. Though they had brought their tents, in case something came up and they had to stay the night outside.
"Why do you think this?" She asked him, needed some more convincing.
"I noticed some of the younger riders slumping in their saddles,-" he switched to his native tongue then, telling her how he wanted everyone to be sharp, this was the first time they'd be back around other clans since he and Clarke wed. From spies the Azgeda queen was still not pleased about their marriage, and had others who thought the same. He didn't want anyone slacking when it came to Clarke's safety.
He quickly explained that for his wife's safety, he wanted everyone eyes wide when they arrived in Polis, instead of tired and dead on their feet.
Anya's eyes drifted to Clarke, who was looking at Bellamy, annoyed that he'd switched languages to keep her in the dark about something.
"I agree, we want to be well rested when we reconnect with the other clans. Fall back and spread the word, I will lead us off the trail."
Bellamy nodded, pulling up on the reigns to slow the horse down. He gave the orders to the others. Clarke smiled at Raven when she road by with a couple of their friends.
"The plan was to continue through the night. What did you say to change her mind?" Clarke asked, as Bellamy moved back in line with the group.
Bellamy lowered his voice, once again bringing his lips to her ear. "I told her my wife was really hor-"
Clarke turned, almost falling sideways off the horse. She glared at him.
"No you didn't." She said unsure, her cheeks reddening.
Truth was, Bellamy could have said just that, she wouldn't know because whatever he did say was in a language she wasn't yet well versed in.
Bellamy turned her back around so he could continue after the group. Rubbing his large palm down her clothed thigh. "
"No I didn't." He reassured her.
Clarke waited, but when he didn't fill in the silence, she promoted him.
"You did say something about me, I heard the word wife a couple times."
Bellamy kissed the back of her head. "You caught that huh? What else did you catch?"
Clarke tried to give him a no nonsense look, but couldn't from her position.
"I told her that I noticed some of the younger guys looked tired, and I want everyone alert when we get to Polis. But only after telling her how badly I needed to be inside of you."
Clarke elbowed him in the ribs the best she could, earning a laugh from Bellamy and a quick kiss on the neck.
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Everyone spread out into the forest, each tent less than five feet from the other. If someone went too far on their own it would leave them vulnerable if there were an attack.
Bellamy and Clarke set up same as everyone else, but while everyone retired inside their tents Bellamy led Clarke away.
There was a cave no too far from there that Bellamy learned about during one of the frequent acid fog attacks. He pulled Clarke with him as his brain was racing with images of her naked underneath him.
Until she pulled them to a stop, her face questioning as she looked around at their surroundings.
"What's wrong?"
Clarke tried to take her hand from his so she could look around, but that just made him hold tighter. So she dragged him as she started tapping her feet around the Forrest floor.
"Remember I was telling you about the couple of underground bunkers we found when we first landed? If I remember correctly-" She didn't need to say anymore. Not when her foot suddenly went from hitting dirty to metal. "Bingo."
Clarke opened the hatch with ease, getting ready to climb in when Bellamy stopped her.
"Someone could be down there. Let me go first."
Clarke rolled her eyes. "It wasn't locked." But let him climb down first regardless.
Clarke's panties were soaking at this point they were becoming super uncomfortable. All she wanted was to get the offending cloth off.
She climbed down the ladder, making sure turn the wheel to lock the hatch to the bunker. Her feet weren't even off the ladder before Bellamy's hands were on her, Bellamy's shirt was already off and he pulled her off the ladder and to his chest.
Clarke tilted her head back, Bellamy's lips descending on hers as soon as she moved. It was hot and sloppy as they each pulled at one anothers clothes.
When he was naked and she was in nothing but her panties. Clarke continued to move Bellamy down the hall and into the open space. Similar to the bunker she'd been in with Finn, this one had a bed and table in the slightly bigger space.
"On the bed." Bellamy told her, running his hands from her breasts to her hips.
Clarke's pupils were blown wide, her hand leaving his cock as she climbing onto the bed.
Her panties the only thing protecting her modesty, were now being stripped away as Bellamy pulled the material down her legs. Clarke almost convulsed as she watched him close his eyes and bring the material to his nose, inhaling deeply.
When he finally opened his eyes again, the brown was completely black with desire. Clarke's cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, at Bellamy's animistic actions.
Within the next five seconds, his body was over hers. His arm wrapped around Clarke's waist to hold her in place as he glided into her. Clarke's shaking hands gripped his shoulders as she held on for dear life.
Bellamy was raw and territorial as he pumped inside her. Clarke was like crack to him, he had her in his arms and yet he needed more of her. This last month it had been hard for him not to touch her.
Any time she talked to another man, any time he saw her around camp with his sister or her friends. Even when she was just alone putting her hair up or cleaning her medical supplies.
He was always watching her and he was pissed with himself for not giving in sooner.
As Clarke came hard for a second time, she couldn't hold back her moans and Bellamy didn't slow down. His mouth was on her neck and chest, it was all he could do from completely losing himself. His girl felt so damn good around him as their slick bodies rubbed against one another.
Clarke clenched tightly around Bellamy, her second orgasm still causing her body to tremble and with no time to recover. She felt Bellamy's need and how much he wanted her, could feel how lost he was in just the feel of her.
His harsh breath against her bare chest drove her mad. When she found the breath to finally slip his name past her lips, it was like she detonated the bomb that was Bellamy.
With a growl, his free hand ripped at the sheets, while the one around her tightened, sure to leave a bruise. His hips slapping into hers hard sending him deep inside her.
Their skin was sweaty enough that Clarke could no longer keep her grip on him. Instead she had to reach up to the headboard, placing her hands flat against the metal to keep him from fucking her up the bed.
Keeping up the impossible pace, Bellamy appreciated the new exposed skin spread out for him. His lips continued their sucking on her nipples, her ridged body his for the taking.
Clarke's body began to twitch as Bellamy fucked her toward her third orgasm of the night. Clarke's smooth legs tight to his sides, as her back came off the bed pressing tighter into Bellamy.
Clarke could feel Bellamy's lips moving on the skin between her breasts. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but she knew he was talking to her. When his hips started to loose their rhythm and jerk wildly into her, Clarke knew Bellamy was coming too.
His teeth grazed her nipple and attacked her collar bone as they continued to move together. Bellamy's pace slowing considerably, until he pressed his hips to hers for the last time, shaking above her from how hard he'd exerted himself.
Clarke closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling harshly. Her body practically buzzing with pleasure, her hips rocking slowly back and forth under Bellamy.
Refusing to leave her quaking pussy, Bellamy came back to himself. He realized that for the first time since they started, they didn't make love, he had fucked her. Hard and wild. All he wanted now was another round with her, but he needed a minute to recover, and he bet she did too.
With a soft kiss to her neck Bellamy cocked his hips back, reveling in the soft mew Clarke made as he slipped out of her.
Using what little energy she had left, Clarke raised her hand and ran it up Bellamy's neck and into his curls. He groaned at the feeling of her nails on his scalp.
Leaning up so they were face to face, he face her lips a couple small pressed kisses. All the harsh moments and roughness that was there a couple moments ago, gone.
Clarke pursed her lips, kissing him back. With one finally kiss Bellamy fell to the side, dropping himself onto his back.
Both the couples eye lids dipped as they feel asleep side by side, for the first time in over a month.
How was that? Back with a bang huh? :P aha. I hope to have the next chapter up in a couple weeks.
