Octavia and Clarke pulled in the driveway with a load of grain on the truck. They backed up to the barn and Clarke headed to the tractor, the girls loaded the bags into the bucket of the tractor before taking it around the back and unloading it in the barn.
"Okay so that should last the horses awhile, we have a load of silage for the cows coming in tomorrow, And hay coming next week, then we should be good for the next two months." Octavia stated as they carried the last bags into the barn, she took notice to Clarke favoring her one side.
"Good. I'll put the tractor back and then we can find something to make for dinner." Clarke replied.
"Yeah, I'll see you in the house" Octavia said before cutting through the barn. Clarke started the tractor, moving it back up to where Bellamy had it parked. She sat for a minute watching one of the new bulls pace the fence. She got down off the tractor taking note that he watched her every move on the way to the house.
"How long do we have those Bulls for?"Clarke called to Octavia and she entered the house.
"Around five more weeks, why?" Octavia replied.
"That one, he's going to be a problem. He's the most rowdy one we have had so far and he is not a fan of being in there, I'll talk to Bellamy, maybe tomorrow we will run them up to the top field, weather looks clear for the next few days, let him run off that energy." Clarke suggested.
"Yeah, give him a chance to release the tension" Octavia agreed.
The sound of a truck entering the driveway drew their attention to the window.
"Speak of the devil" Clarke stated sitting back down at the counter. The sound of the door closing, signalled the women they were in the house. Miller turned the corner with a grin, stopping long enough to ruffle Clarke's hair and move along before she could swat him.
"Shit head" she mumbled fixing her hair. She shot him a look just as Bellamy made his way through the kitchen and did the same thing, sending her hair in every direction.
"Ughhh, maturity is high in you two today I see" she groaned running her hand through her hair a few times as the guys sat across from her wearing self satisfied smirks.
"Who smells like beer?" Octavia questioned. They each pointed to the other one.
"I see, so I take it lunch wasn't at the diner?"
"Nope, we went to the bar, but Harper is coming over shortly" Miller replied to Octavia.
"Just Harper? No Lincoln tonight?" Clarke asked Octavia.
"Not tonight, they had some ranchers meeting to go to, tomorrow him and Emerson are going to stop by."
"How about you call him and tell him to leave Emerson home?" Clarke asked hopeful.
"He likes you Clarke"
"But I don't like him" she snapped.
"So don't talk to him" Miller stated.
"I feel obligated"
"I can help with that" Bellamy gave her a grin.
"I bet you could, I'll be fine" Clarke assured him. She stood walking behind the guys and made her way to the sink, it was obvious she was in pain. Octavia gave her a look when she gripped the counter for a second.
"You alright?" she asked her friend.
"Yeah, stiff is all" Clarke replied as she filled her glass with water. She turned placing it on the counter between the guys, and sliding it to her side of the counter. Before she could move from between them Bellamy turned to face her, his hand moved to the side that hurt. His fingers sliding up under the edge of her shirt, expertly dancing across her skin with the perfect amount of pressure. He glanced up at her, she was watching him intently.
"How's that?" he asked, a slight smile crossing his face.
"Part of me wants to smack you" she started.
"And the other part?" he inquired.
"Doesn't want you to stop." she replied closing her eyes as he applied some more pressure. Octavia took a seat cross from Miller, they shared a look and talked quietly letting them have their moment. Bellamy watched her with her eyes closed slowly pull her lip between her teeth, she made him want to kiss her. The more he relaxed her, the more she leaned into him.
"I can't do much more with these on" he whispered giving her belt loops a tug. She nodded acknowledging she heard him.
"We can use my room if you want me to work the lower muscles" he offered.
"Yeah, that would be nice" She replied. He took her hand as he stood.
"We will be back in a few minutes" he stated pulling her behind him to the stairs.
Octavia and Miller just smirked in response. Clarke turned to see them watching her, taking a second to send the middle finger their way before she disappeared from view. She could hear their laughter as she made her way up the stairs to Bellamy's room.
"Here, I'll be right back, I'm going to go change." he said as he handed her one of his large t-shirts. She slipped her jeans off and pulled her shirt over her head before unsnapping her bra and slipping his shirt on. She moved to the bed laying on her stomach, her arms above her head, she felt the shirt pull up with her arms. She heard Bellamy come back in, closing the door behind him. He stood at end of the bed letting his eyes take her in. Her long legs bare, his shirt revealing the bottom of her ass. She was laying there like she belonged there, in his clothes, in his bed, in his life.
"What's the hold up?" Clarke asked, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow. He forced himself to snap out of it.
"No hold up princess" he replied moving to the bed.
His hands worked the sore bruised muscles, they were magic and she was about asleep when she felt him slow his movements. He stood pulling his blanket up and over her.
"You can stay if you want, just remember, eventually I need to sleep, so you better not be a blanket hog." he smirked
"You don't want to let me sleep, your bed is better than mine, I'll never leave" she laughed pushing the blankets back and climbing out. He was slightly disappointed when she rose from the bed, he wouldn't mind sleeping next to her. He expected her to get dressed, however she stole a pair of his shorts off the floor and slipped them on, leaving her clothes on his dresser and heading out the door.
"Yeah, sure, borrow some clothes" he teased her as they headed down the stairs.
"Thanks, don't mind if I do" she laughed ahead of him. They turned the corner together to join Miller and Octavia, surprised to see not only Harper arrived, but Lincoln also. Just as Clarke took a step forward someone knocked at the door.
"I got it" Bellamy called, Clarke turned leaning against the wall to see who it was. She couldn't help but take notice of the muscles in Bellamy's arms and back. That black tank top was going to do awful things to her dreams. He opened the door revealing Emerson and Dax.
"Hey Bellamy, we wanted to stop in and say hey, the meeting was cancelled tonight, I wanted to ask Clarke to the ranchers dinner, before someone else does." Emerson stated. Clarke rolled her eyes, thankful she was out of sight for the most part.
"I think you are too late, she said she had a date, and if this is the normal company you keep, you aren't welcome here. Dax, that your truck?" Bellamy asked.
"Yeah" he replied.
"Good, you can leave, because you aren't stepping foot in here" Bellamy stated. Dax turned and stepped off the porch, Clarke could hear his truck start and pull out. Emerson rounded the corner stopping when he saw Clarke. He gave her a once over before meeting her eyes.
"Nice outfit" he stated.
"I like it" a deep voice came from behind him, Bellamy leaning against the wall as they were blocking the hallway. Clarke couldn't hide the smirk, she couldn't help it, the situation was ironic.
"I take it that's your date to the ranchers dinner too?" Emerson asked.
"Yup, sounds that way" she replied.
"You together?" he asked her.
"Just friends" she replied.
"You walk around in your friends clothes?" he asked her agitated.
"Your tone is about to earn you the same exit as Dax" Bellamy stated pushing off the wall.
"This is between me and her, the little tease let me think I had a chance, she must have been holding out for the rodeo star, couldn't make it on her own, maybe she can ride your name to the top." Emerson replied taking a step towards her.
"I'm more than good enough, I don't need to ride anyone's name anywhere, and you never had a chance, don't fool yourself, everyone but you saw I wasn't interested." she replied raising her voice. A shadow cast past her before Lincoln stepped in front of her.
"Let's go, Octavia I'll be back, gonna take him home" Lincoln stated.
"Okay, dinner will be done by then." she replied.
"Clarke, Bellamy, I apologize for his actions in your home, I was the one who told him I was here, Him and and Dax had been drinking for awhile, I should have known better." Lincoln stated.
"It happen's, see you in a little while" Bellamy said opening the door for them.
Clarke stood in the hallway leaning against the wall.
"Hey anytime you want to ride something, let me know, won't be my name though" Bellamy laughed on his way past her.
"Ass, won't be you either" she replied shaking her head as they headed to the kitchen.