When Bellamy woke Clarke was pressed against him. His arm was trapped beneath her, turned numb from hours under her weight, and her arse was flush against his groin. Christ. He hoped she was still asleep for his morning glory was digging into her and that was something he was not willing to explain. He put his free hand across his face and sighed. There was a sliver of light spilling into the room through a gap in his curtains, but other than that he couldn't gauge the time. He tried to reach for his phone but it was beyond his grasp while he was in this position and he didn't want to move for fear of waking Clarke up.

She had slept longer than him, it was true, but it was un-gentlemanly, and he had hope that his erection might calm down before she roused. Bellamy was exhausted. After he had taken Clarke upstairs he had waited for her to fall asleep before going back down to check the state of his house and to see how Octavia was. But by then it was well past midnight and he came down to find Octavia struggling to make the last of the guests go away. He had found her close to tears as she attempted to shove a large boy out of the door and in another room Jasper was having a heated argument with a group who refused to leave. With a few choice words from Bellamy however, they left soon enough.

After a search of the house to check that no drunkards had stayed behind, Bellamy locked the door and returned upstairs. He didn't have the energy to frown at Jasper who followed him back to Octavia's room. Bellamy wasn't stupid, he knew what his sister was like, he knew what teenage guys were like, hell, he was one. If he protested he would be fighting a losing battle. But beneath his older-brother protectiveness, Bellamy liked Jasper, and he was glad it was him with Octavia, not someone else.

Bellamy guessed he had salvaged about five hours of sleep in the end, but he wasn't sure. He chuckled to himself; he was turning into an old woman. "Can't handle a night out anymore, Bells?" Finn would say. Finn. Bellamy groaned. He had almost forgotten his anger at his friend, almost, but not quite. And now that he was fully conscious and not groggy with sleep or alcohol, it was all coming back to him in crystal sharp detail along with a dull headache.

"Stupid, Bellamy," A murmur came from beside him and he propped himself up, thinking for a moment that Clarke had woken, but her eyes were still shut and she let out a soft snore. He snorted, even in her dreams he was an idiot, great. She wiggled in her sleep, pushing back against him, sending more blood to his crotch just as he was convinced he was calm.

"Wouldn't kiss me, O," Clarke whispered again and Bellamy had to bite down on his hand to keep from laughing. "Stupid, sexy, Bellamy," She sighed and rolled off his arm, pushing her face into the pillow and leaving his hand tingling with pins and needles.

Once he was free he stroked her hair tentatively before getting up to brush his teeth and fetch a paracetamol for his pounding head.

Clarke was alone. She rolled over and stretched out her arm, feeling the place where Bellamy had been with the tips of her fingers. She was in Bellamy's bed! The expanse of sheets was still warm where he had been lying; her heart gave a little flutter at the thought. The bed smelt of him, delicious and manly; she felt a fool for burrowing under the duvet to inhale it once more, but he wasn't there to see.

She groaned remembering the events that had led up to her being in this bed. Admittedly, Clarke's memory of the night before was somewhat hazy, but she remembered the key details; Bellamy's refusal, her over-consumption of alcohol, Finn's hands and his lips on her neck, Bellamy's anger. Clarke hid her face despite being alone, she was such an idiot. She should never have drunk like that; she had made a fool of herself and perhaps torn a rift in a friendship. If Bellamy was angry at Finn it was surely her fault. She had sought him out after her rejection, seeking to make Bellamy jealous, though she never meant it to go that far. Clarke had hoped for a dance with Finn and a drink, that was all. But when his hands drifted down her body she hadn't known how to stop. The drink had addled her brain, making it extremely difficult to make coherent decisions. She shuddered at the thought of what might have happened had Bellamy not come over.

She would have hoped that Finn would have a higher morale than to steal her away to some dark corner and have her against her will, but they had both been heavily intoxicated, who knew what he would have done. In her state, Clarke might not have even protested.

She was still wearing the dress but her feet were bare. Perhaps she kicked them off, or maybe Bellamy had taken them off for her so that she could be more comfortable, Clarke blushed at that vision. She didn't have any clothes to change into, but she felt dirty wearing the dress still. She wondered briefly whether Bellamy would mind if she borrowed one of his shirts, but she dismissed it as foolish. Of course he would mind, she told herself, just because he took care of you last night doesn't mean anything. Clarke considered going in to Octavia's room to ask for some clothes, but she didn't want a repeat of last night.

She had entered the room in a search for a friend and found her and Jasper making good use of Octavia's new lingerie. Clarke had pulled the door shut so quickly that they might not even have known she was there had it not been for the slam, but the sight was burned onto her retinas.

Clarke threw back Bellamy's duvet and stood with a yawn before she hurried to the bathroom to clean herself up before he returned. The warm water from the tap felt so good on her skin that she gave in, stepping into the shower and letting the stream of water trickle over her whole body, running through the locks of her hair and washing last night's makeup from her face. When she felt clean and fresh she wrapped a towel about her and headed back to Bellamy's room.

She paused at the top of the stairs, she could hear voices; Octavia's high pitched timbre and two that were lower, Jasper's voice low with sleep and Bellamy's velvety tone. Clarke couldn't catch any words, only the sounds, until footsteps came into the hallway along with Bellamy's voice.

"I better go check on her," Clarke raced away from the stairs and back to his room, her heart beating twice as fast at the thought of seeing him. She shut the door behind her, her breath coming faster as she wondered whether she should try to dress in the time she had left or hide from view. He's already seen you in your towel, a small voice in her brain told her and Clarke cursed herself as the grin crept onto her lips. There was something so exciting about him seeing her like that; she remembered the look on his face the last time he had seen her in her towel and her cheeks grew hot.

The door opened and Bellamy's eyes widened. He coughed lightly and Clarke gripped at the top of the towel with her fingers.

"How do you feel?" He pushed the door shut once more, leaning against it briefly before he stepped towards her. His hair was still tousled with sleep and he wore an old black t-shirt with a hole by the hem and a pair of dark grey sweats. A sigh escaped Clarke's lips, how was it possible for someone to look so good in their old sleeping clothes? A stupid thought, Clarke had come to realise that Bellamy looked good in everything. He raised a dark eyebrow at her at her soft exhale.

"You're so difficult, Princess," His brown eyes were on her mouth and she found herself biting her bottom lip anxiously.

"Says you," She said defiantly and his gaze snapped back up to her eyes, confusion in his dark irises.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Princess," He stepped closer, so close that Clarke could smell the mint of his toothpaste and the faint smell of his shampoo. His finger and thumb reached out to cup her chin and hold her gaze to his.

Clarke's breathing was coming rapid and she was afraid that Bellamy could tell and would laugh at her, or give her that smirk of his. But he only frowned.

"You make it so hard not to want you," He spoke so quietly that at first Clarke thought she must have misheard him. She decided to play stubborn as usual.

"No I don't," Her bottom lip jutted forward in a pout and Bellamy chuckled.

"You do, you walk in to my room in only a towel and I have to pretend that it does nothing for me, so I don't offend you, or scare you, or wound my own bloody pride," His eyes flicked back to her lips and Clarke found them parting naturally as she studied the length of his lashes. They were so long that when he looked down like that, they almost brushed his cheeks. His cheeks which were dotted with tiny freckles, so beautiful, Clarke wanted to kiss every one but she could never count them all.

Her heart thudded against her rib cage as she realised what he had said.

"You want me," It wasn't phrased like a question, more like a statement. Bellamy swallowed as he looked up. Oh god, he was so close. She burned under his stare, intense as it was, as if he could see through her.

"Does it bother you, Princess?" He breathed softly and Clarke was so disarmed by his tone that it was all she could do to shake her head. "I'm so sick of wanting you, Clarke, I want to have you, to kiss you, I want," He breathed out heavily.

Clarke's breath left her in a gasp as Bellamy's strong arms encased her and dropped her in the centre of the bed, flat on her back. He crawled above her and Clarke felt heat pulse through her with her excitement. He was so strong, so big, so handsome. He leant over her, with his arms either side of her shoulders and his lips parted as he looked upon her.

"Tell me you don't want me, and I'll stop," His dark eyes almost pleaded with her. Clarke swallowed.

"I can't,"

It was all he needed to hear. His lips attacked hers hungrily and a moan escaped her into his open mouth. Clarke's heart skipped at the sudden kiss and the desperation it conveyed. She could taste his lips with her tongue and her nose was filled with his scent; musky and utterly masculine. Her hands reached up from where they rested at her sides to touch him; one hand gripping at his curls, the other running down his back, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of his top. He shivered against her as her fingertips traced the muscles there.

"Bellamy," She whispered as his lips left hers and began moving across her jaw to her neck, making her inhale sharply in excitement. His mouth left warm kisses across her sensitive skin, nipping and sucking so that she was sure she would have lip shaped bruises. She didn't care.

The towel wrapped around Clarke was beginning to come loose over her breasts with the heaviness of her breathing and her wet hair was splayed around her head. Bellamy took a strand of it in his fingers as he returned his kisses to her mouth.

He pulled away from her, his eyes darkening with lust as he looked at her chest where the top of her cleavage was displayed. He was breathing deeply and he closed his eyes with his exhales before he rolled off her and laid flat on his back beside her.

"Shit," He breathed running a hand carelessly through his messy curls. Clarke propped herself up on one elbow to stare at him with a smirk, neglecting to cover herself properly with the towel.

"Am I too much for you, Bellamy?" She licked her lips as she watched him, his chest heaving and his lips wet from her kiss. He kissed me, she thought to herself, and god was it exciting. He turned his head to look at her, his eyebrow cocked.

"You haven't got a clue, Princess," His voice was like rocks and velvet all at once, deep and sensual. "At least you won't have any more dreams about me refusing you," He grinned and Clarke's cheeks turned pink.

"I don't know what you're talking about," She said sharply, tugging her towel above the curve of her breasts. Bellamy smiled seductively, sitting up.

"Princess, you talk in your sleep,"

A/N So there you have it, you finally get the Bellarke kiss! Just wondering, what would you guys think if I were to include some smut in future chapters? I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please, please leave me a review to let me know what you think! - J x