The next few weeks Clarke and Bellamy spent all their free time together. Clarke had never met someone like him. He was funny and little bit of a nerd, but also incredibly kind and sweet. He'd been helping her with the house and as a thank you she'd told him to come over and they'd have a documentary marathon. Not that it would be a hardship for her either considering she loved them too.
She was in her master bathroom debating on whether to put make-up on or not when her doorbell rang. He didn't seem to care when she was make-up free before so she dropped it all back in the bag and ran to the door.
"Hey princess," He kissed her and led her backwards into the house, his lips still fused to hers. When they were fully inside he kicked the door shut with his foot. He gripped her hips tightly and lifted her up until he had her wrapped around him. "I'd say someone missed me."
"How can I miss someone I see every day," Clarke teased as she hopped down. "Maybe I'm just excited to see you."
"I'm excited to see you too," He brushed his thumb against her jaw and stared down into her eyes. "Miller and Harper have everything covered so we shouldn't have any interruptions tonight."
"Good because I have quite an impressive line-up for tonight," She turned to start for the living room, but was stopped by his strong arms wrapping her up against his chest.
"What if I don't want to spend my night watching documentaries," He pressed kisses down her neck as his hands roamed her front. They disappeared under her shirt to slide up and experimentally grab her breasts.
"Bell," Clarke moaned. His lips were leaving a trail of fire down her neck and all she could do was shiver as she succumbed. She turned around in his arms and tunneled her fingers through his dark curls, clinging to the desperate need she had for him. "I want you Bell."
"I'm yours Clarke," He lifted her in his arms again and gazed down into her eyes seeking permission. At her quick nod he carried her to her bedroom and gently laid her on the center of the bed before straddling her legs with his knees. Her blonde waves were spread out around her head like a halo and her sea blue eyes were gazing up at him with complete trust and arousal. "You're beautiful."
"Thank you," Clarke whispered. She was mesmerized by his dark eyes and the emotions swirling there. It was clear to her that he was as new to this type of feeling as she was. Sure she'd been with her fair share of men, but it had never been like this.
Bellamy braced his hands on either side of her head as he brought his lips to hers again. Clarke snaked her hands up his shirt and ran her fingers over his abs then over his back. He pulled back and tossed the shirt to the floor and pulled hers over her head as well. This was the first time they'd gotten this far and Clarke was honestly nervous. She'd always been proud of herself and her body, but she'd never felt like that should matter to anyone else as much as it did now. She wanted him to be proud of her body too and she wasn't disappointed.
"Wow," His breath caught as he gazed down at her and smiled. There was clear awe in his eyes along with a fierce attraction that was hard to ignore. He grabbed her hand and pressed it over his heart. "See what you do to me?"
"I do," She slid her hand from his heart to the bulge in his jeans just waiting to be set free. "That's got to be painful. Let me help you with that."
She rolled her hips until she was straddling him. Carefully, she unbuttoned and pulled the zipper on his jeans down and tugged them along with his boxers off until he was naked before her and his impressive erection sprung free. Clarke gently gripped him first causing a hiss to escape his lips. Then she leaned over and ran her tongue up his shaft before taking his full length in her mouth. She licked and sucked until he was practically pumping in and out of her mouth. With a low growl he tugged her hair until she'd sat up.
"I'm sorry Princess, but it's been a while for me. If you'd kept going I'd have been done before we even started," He ran his hands over her waist and smirked up at her. "How'd I end up butt naked while you're still mostly clothed?"
"I don't give away my secrets," She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The straps fell down her shoulders and she tossed it to the floor with the rest of their discarded clothes.
Bellamy sat up and pulled one nipple into his mouth. He gently tugged until she moaned, her head thrown back and her hips grinding against him. He flipped them back over and pulled her jeans and underwear off.
"Condom?" He asked. She pointed to the bedside table. After slipping it on he slowly entered Clarke for the first time and had to stop to give Clarke time to adjust to him. He also had to give himself a moment. He'd been waiting on this moment for a while. She meant more than anyone else he'd ever been with. He buried his head in her shoulder as the emotions started to take over. "Damn Clarke."
"I know," She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "I feel it too."
He started to move and just as he'd anticipated Clarke met him with each thrust. She fit him perfectly and he knew from that moment on he was hooked to this woman. Clarke gripped his shoulders and moaned when he shifted her hips, finding exactly the position she needed. That shift in position sent her flying over the edge in what she later decided was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. He followed closely behind and collapsed on top of her body.
"No stay," Clarke wrapped her arms around his back when he tried to lift himself up.
"I'm crushing you," He replied.
"I don't mind. I'm still breathing," She turned her head into his neck and sighed happily.
Clarke and Bellamy spent the rest of the day in bed although they didn't spend all that time having sex. After venturing to the kitchen for lunch, they returned to her room and started another documentary. Bellamy sat against the headboard and Clarke rested against his chest between his legs. He was running his fingers up and down her arms as he watched the documentary on World War II they'd started. He grunted in disagreement which caused Clarke to giggle, something she hadn't done in a very long time.
"What? That's not necessarily the full truth," Bellamy argued.
"I love watching these with you. It reminds me of my dad," She smiled at the memory of him yelling at the television every time they'd watch a historical documentary. "He used to scream at the TV. He always found something he disagreed with whether it was a proven fact or not."
After a few minutes of silence he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "I'm sorry you lost him Clarke. He sounds like a great guy."
Clarke looked over her shoulder and smiled sadly at him. "Thanks. I think you guys would have gotten along well."
"I sometimes wish I'd known my dad, but then I figure what's the point? I've spent my whole life without him and I'm honestly better off."
"I guess I'm lucky," Clarke replied. "I had what most would call a storybook life. Never any bumps really until he died. At least not until recently."
Bellamy wanted to push her about the last comment, but knew she would probably dodge the question. She wasn't ready yet to tell him about what had happened to her. But he honestly didn't care anymore. He cared about her and he'd take her no matter what.