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I'd like to state really quickly, again, that I know I am less than consistent in my posting. February was a difficult month for me. I try to post a new chapter every week to two weeks and honestly some times it may take me a little longer. One thing I will promise you is that I will NEVER abandon a story. You will always get a completed story from me, and if you have to message me and say "Hey woman, let's go" I'm totally down. So please rest assured, I may be slow at times but I will not leave you hanging for months, years, or abandon any of my stories. Ever!
After Raven had gone to dinner with Bellamy, Octavia, and Lincoln, they had really hit it off and the houses decided to spend more time together. Octavia started coming over randomly and hanging out with the girls. Madi especially took to her, as after school the two would go outside and exercise together which Clarke loved. It was safe and a great workout while Octavia taught her self defense. Of course, Clarke would watch closely to make sure Madi wasn't subjected to violence or anything overly extreme. Madi was having so much fun and the days she spent a few hours with Octavia, she would sleep so hard that night. It really was a great addition to the young girls day. Raven and Clarke took to her as well. The three would drink wine and watch TV some nights, dishing about their days. Sadly, Clarke never really had much to dish on.
It was a friday night and Madi was nuzzled into the only side chair in the room. Lincoln and Bellamy were sitting on the couch with Raven, while Clarke and Octavia were on the floor, their back against the couch. Octavia had come over earlier in evening to work out with Madi and teach her something new. They didn't last long before Madi had somehow convinced Octavia and Clarke to cook together. They both had so much fun in the kitchen, and ended up making enough food for a small army so Clarke had suggested Octavia's boys come over and the night had turned into a little event.
The TV boomed with an action sequence, and Clarke quickly looked over to Madi who barely stirred. She resigned to needing to take the girl upstairs, but at twelve, she wasn't easy to carry anymore. Bellamy must have caught on, because he tapped her shoulder gently and gave a nod. Words weren't needed, and she understood. Both Clarke and Bellamy stood, Bellamy moving over to the chair and leaning down. He effortlessly scooped the pre-teen into his arms and Clarke lead him up stairs, opening Madi's door for them when needed. Clarke stood at the door as Bellamy moved past her and gently set the kid down on her bed. He innately went to cover her himself, as if he didn't even think about it. It warmed Clarke's heart, but she tried to not show that. Bellamy left the room and Clarke closed the door behind them.
"Thank you." She smiled softly at him.
"No problem." He began heading back down the stairs. "How's your art going?" He asked, waiting for her to go first down the stairs. He was always letting women go first, it was natural.
Stepping down the stairs in front of him, she hesitated for a moment, wondering if Madi had mentioned that she may or may not have created something with him as the subject. She suddenly got nervous. "Uh really great." She finally replied.
"That's awesome, I'm glad to hear."
At the bottom of the stairs, she looked back to him. "What about you? What do you do for work?" She asked.
"You know the resort and casino up in the mountain?"
"Yeah, uh, Eden's Pass?" Clarke tried to remember the name. Bellamy nodded though, confirming she was right.
"I'm one the lead security agents there."
"So, you're like a bouncer?" She asked.
Shrugging, he explained. "We do a lot, monitor the casino, take reports and calls from guests, run security for events and generally police the grounds. We have a really big team and I'm one of the superior under the management."
"Oh that's cool." She replied, as the two rounded the threshold back into the living room. They seperated and Bellamy took his seat back on the sofa. Octavia had moved on to the sofa next to Lincoln, and Raven beside her. Clarke took the side chair Madi had once occupied and the adults all enjoyed the rest of their movie with the occasional snack, drink refill, or dad-joke to break through the intense action movie.
After the movie had finished, the group went their separate ways with Octavia and the boys going home. Raven had slinked off to bed, and Clarke was left cleaning the kitchen. She more or less wanted to and felt the need to get it done so she too could climb into her bed. It didn't take her long as they had already done all of the dishes, or loaded them into the washer. She just wanted to clean up from their little movie night. Once satisfied, Clarke found her way to her room and stretched her body out behind closed doors as she almost always did. Before shedding any clothing though, she couldn't help but be drawn to look out her window.
Bellamy stood in what Clarke would assume to be the smaller room, much how Madi's was in their house. He was shirtless and lifting weights, his back to the window. He seemed to be watching something on the monitor on the desk but she couldn't make out what it was. Unknowingly, Clarke found herself gnawing on her lip as she watched the tan muscles flex and move under the weight of the barbells he hoisted. He looked so effortless and strong. Only a minute or so had passed before she realize how creepy she was being, and she shook her mind to clear from it's stupor. Reaching behind her, she flipped the light off and proceeded to change into a flimsy tank and shorts to sleep in. Clarke climbed into bed after one more glance, and went to sleep.
The next day, Clarke woke up later than she normally did. Raven or Madi would have been in to wake her long about, but neither had. In fact, when she finally peeled herself out of the bed and downstairs, the house was empty and it sent worry through her core. Luckily, Raven had left a note on the fridge that read:
"Took Little Boss to the Zoo with Sinclair and his family, hope you didn't forget! - Ray"
Clarke sighed, feeling stupid for having forgot. Raven's boss had offered to take all three of them to the zoo with his family weeks ago. In that moment it had dawned on her that she was left behind because she had a meeting to go to and that too had lapsed her mind. She looked at the clock and suddenly felt frantic, she had less than an hour to get read and get downtown to meet with a local gallery that wanted to display some of her personal pieces. They featured a new artist every month and wanted Clarke to be on the roster.
Scrambling herself together, she grabbed a banana and scarfed it down while she ran back upstairs and flicked on the shower. Nothing happened. What the fuck? She tried again, and again, to no avail. Then she tried the sink, again, no water. Angry, she looked out front and saw a piece of paper on the glass of her screen door. Her face was nothing shy of stone cold as she opened the door and plucked the paper off, reading it.
"Water will be off until around 4PM. We have a plumber out doing some work, sorry for any inconvenience this may cause." The note was signed "Unit #3". So, the entire building didn't have water and Clarke needed to go. She was not about to have an important meeting without showering. She couldn't even sink-bathe at this point, so she weighed her options as she went back upstairs. Clarke was angry, but she had to think fast. Grabbing some clean clothes, her phone and the house key, she locked the door behind her and swallowed deeply as she headed for her last hope; Bellamy.
Walking up to the building behind hers, she hoped one of them was home. It was a Saturday after all, so the odds were in her favor. She knew this would be weird, but what choice did she have? At first, she gently knocked on the door but it yielded no reply. She chalked that up to her being too quiet, so she rang the bell. Moments later she heard loud steps booming down the stairs inside the home, and it quickly followed with Bellamy swinging the door open.
Bellamy had a headset on and was gaming when he heard the annoying tone of his doorbell go off. He quickly peeled the headset off of his head and clodded down the stairs to see who it was. To his surprise, when he opened the door Clarke stood before him clad in a scant amount of clothing, her hair tousled and her face stressed. In her hand was a bundle of clothing that just made him look at her with a questioning brow.
"Uh, hey Clarke?" He said, opening the screen door and taking a step out.
"Hey, I know this is weird but my building doesn't have water and I have to get downtown like, now. Could I uh.. " She hesitated and looked down. "... borrow your shower?"
Bellamy couldn't stop the grin that crept across his stupidly handsome face when he saw how bashful she was about the request. Part of the smile was also probably the thought of this vixen being naked in his shower, but he wouldn't admit that if he knew that outright.
She looked back to his eyes, and blushed but it quickly turned to annoyance. She didn't seem to appreciate his amusement in the situation. Before she could snark at him, he steeled his face.
"That sucks, about the water. But yeah, sure. Come on in." He moved aside and ushered her into the home. She looked around as if she was comparing their homes. She didn't look disappointed or anything, just as if she was drinking it in.
"Just up here." Bellamy pointed up the stairs, where he let her go first. Clarke walked up the steps just ahead of him, enough steps in front of him that her curvy figure would line up with his view effortlessly. He noted how thin and barely-there her top was previously, as she clearly had no bra on. But now he was noticing she also lacked underwear, as no lines shone beneath the pale blue fabric of her shorts. They fit her perfectly, and he would be lying if he didn't love the view. Her sway as she climbed his stairs, and the jiggle of her heart shaped ass. Bellamy had to look down to keep himself from drooling.
At the top of the stairs, he moved around her swiftly and opened a linen closet. He pulled out a fresh towel for her, and handed it to her along with a matching washcloth. Stepping into the bathroom with her, he quickly showed her the knobs. It was different from hers, that he knew as he had seen her shower in passing the day they moved her in. Clarke's bathroom was an open, and high tub. Bellamy's was a bit shallower and had an old 70's sliding glass door.
"Use anything you want, Octavia's products are down in the right corner, if you want the girly stuff." He smiled, and she rolled her eyes.
"Don't fall in." He said, a habit he and Octavia had formed over the years to goad one another. Clarke looked at him a bit, but then smiled and pushed him out of the bathroom. She didn't thank him, she said nothing. She just shut the door with a grin on her face and it left him borderline hungry for more. He stood there for a moment, and when he heard the shower turn on, he walked back into his gaming room and sat at his desk. To get his mind off of the remarkable woman that was naked and wet only feet away from him, he put his headset back on and turned on some loud music.
Minutes later, Clarke emerged from the steamy bathroom and found herself in the doorway of the room he was in, which easily caught his attention. His eyes scanned every inch of her body as she was now fully clothed and looked stunning. She wore a white blouse that had a low cut in the front, trimmed in black. It wasn't revealing at all somehow, but so sexy. Her long legs were being hugged by a tight black fabric. She was leaning her head into the towel in her hands as she tried to mop up any moisture from her wet wavy locks. Her hair so messed and wet made him bite his lip.
"You mind if I borrow your towel?" She asked quietly, as he shed the headset off.
"Nope, not at all." He said, standing.
"You're a lifesaver, again." She moved in and wrapped her arms around him. This was a first. He was slightly taken aback, but he didn't let it show. He gently hugged her back and with her warm body in his arms, he took in her scent. A warmth wormed through his entire body and into his very soul when he realized she had used his product, and now she smelt of him. He wondered if she knew that, or had just randomly chosen.
Clarke pulled back and smiled.
"I'll bring it back later, washed." She moved back to the bathroom and gathered the rest of her clothing. Her feet barely made a sound, bare on the linoleum.
"No rush. You can shower here anytime you need." He laughed.
"Hopefully my neighbors fix their shit. Who shuts off the water on a saturday?" She scoffed and the two headed downstairs. Clarke opened the front door for herself, and Bellamy pulled it open more.
"Alright, I've got to jet. Thanks again Bell." She beamed. His heart melted. That name was something only Octavia had ever used, and never had he heard it sound so right. His face went from doe-eyed to a rigid smile as he was confused about his own thoughts and feelings. She quickly leaned in and popped a ghost of a kiss on his freckled cheek before walking out the door and running home. It happened so fast, he stood there like a dumbass and a grin had taken over. Shutting the door after she was out of site, he bound back up the stairs to his room. The entire upstairs smelled of her, or him, or the shower. Well, all three, and it smelled really good. Back at his desk, he sat down yet again and resorted to music to distract the growing… attraction on his mind.