Bellamy wasn't around on Sunday morning, and Clarke and Octavia spent the morning lazing around while Octavia searched jobs online and Clarke played sudoku on her phone. The girls lifted their heads when they heard the door slam and Bellamy walk in at around one.

"I bought lunch," Bellamy called. "It's Chinese." Octavia raced from the room and nearly barrelled Bellamy over as he walked through the door. She grabbed the bag of food from Bellamy and made her way to the kitchen to get plates. Clarke smiled at Bellamy and stood up and walked towards him.

"I got something for you too," Bellamy said. "A present. It's not a cookbook this time," he grinned. Clarke laughed and took the box from Bellamy's outstretched arm. She opened it and gasped in delight when she found a set of paints inside.

"You didn't have to do this," she scolded him, but she couldn't have been happier.

"Do you like it?" he asked. Clarke nodded and she wanted to hug him, but she held back.

"I love it," she said instead.

"Good," Bellamy smiled. "Let's go and eat."

"Something terrible has happened," Raven said over the phone, having called Clarke up on Monday afternoon.

"What's wrong?" Clarke asked her worriedly.

"I did something really, really stupid," Raven groaned.

"What did you do?" Clarke pressed.

"I can't tell you over the phone," Raven said.

"That bad, huh?" Clarke sympathised. "But we're both at work. It's going to have to wait until tonight."

"I'm not at work. I can't go to work," Raven said dismally. "I'm coming over."

Clarke let Raven in when she arrived and decided Bellamy wouldn't mind if she took an extra break today. Clarke made Raven and herself some coffee and they sat in the kitchen and Clarke waited for Raven to spill her guts about this supposed terrible thing that had happened.

"So? What happened?" Clarke prompted. Raven cringed and gave Clarke a look of pain.

"Don't judge me," Raven warned.

"Fine. Would you just spit it out already?" Clarke huffed.

"I slept with Wick," Raven blurted. Clarke's eyes bulged out of her head.

"Raven!" she exclaimed.

"You said you wouldn't judge!" Raven reminded her.

"I'm not judging!" Clarke denied. "But you said you'd never go there," she pointed out.

"It was an accident," Raven said defensively. Clarke just raised her eyebrows at her friend. "Okay, it was on purpose. But I wasn't thinking straight."

"Tell me exactly what happened," Clarke demanded.

"He came over last night and said he needed to discuss something with me, and of course I figured it was something about work so I let him in. Except then he didn't say anything so I got him a drink and we sat on the couch and I waited patiently for him to say what he needed to but by then it was becoming obvious he wasn't there to talk about work because he was all nervous," Raven recounted.

"And?" Clarke urged her to continue, fully invested in the story.

"I told him not to say anything he might regret. He agreed and said he had to go. He was halfway to the door when I stopped him…" Raven trailed off, screwing up her nose at the memory.

"And what did you say?" Clarke asked.

"I didn't say anything. I just kissed him. And he was very eager to respond… and then we ended up in my bed," Raven finished. "I'm such an idiot, Clarke!" she wailed.

"No you aren't!" Clarke refuted. "You guys like each other, what does it matter if he's your boss?" Raven gave Clarke a pointed look, and Clarke looked a little guilty. She hadn't meant to sound like she was talking about Bellamy.

"Okay, I admit, what people say doesn't bother me that much," Raven sighed. "But what if it doesn't work out? I'll have to get a new job or leave town or something."

"But you have to give it a shot," Clarke advised. "You know you do."

"Maybe you and I could date instead," Raven suggested. The girls looked up as Bellamy poked his head into the kitchen.

"Oh, hi Raven," he said. Raven nodded in greeting. "Clarke, could you drive me to the bank when you're done there? I have an appointment at four thirty."

"Of course," Clarke responded. Bellamy smiled and left the room. "You should probably go," Clarke said. "We can go for a drink after I finish work if you want to?"

"Sounds perfect," Raven agreed and Clarke showed her out before going to find Bellamy. She could hear the sound of raised voices coming from the living room so she made her way there, stopping outside the door. She knew should make her presence known but she couldn't resist eavesdropping a little.

"Because, he's Clarke's boyfriend, Octavia," Bellamy was saying angrily. "And besides that, he's ten years older than you! Why can't you find someone your own age? What about Jasper?"

"Jasper's with Maya now," Octavia retorted.

"The point still stands," Bellamy argued.

"You're such a fucking hypocrite, Bellamy," Octavia snapped exasperatedly.

"What are you talking about?" Bellamy huffed.

"You think I don't notice you staring at Clarke when she's not looking? It's pathetic," Octavia snorted. Clarke sucked in a breath. Was Octavia telling the truth? Or was she just trying to get under her brother's skin?

"You have no idea what you're talking about," Bellamy said shortly. Clarke decided she had heard enough and barged into the room.

"Ready to go?" she asked Bellamy brightly. Bellamy nodded and gave his sister a look of warning. Octavia rolled her eyes and flounced out of the room. Bellamy and Clarke walked to Clarke's car in silence.

"Clarke," Bellamy said as they got into the car. "You should watch out for Octavia. I love my sister, but when she wants something… well she goes after it," he shook his head.

"Goes after what exactly?" Clarke asked, feigning ignorance as she started the car.

"Your boyfriend," Bellamy said. "I'm afraid she hasn't given up on him. I caught her flirting with him this afternoon. And if I'm being honest, Lincoln didn't seem to mind," he warned.

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," Clarke shrugged.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," Bellamy said. "And I certainly don't want Octavia involved with Lincoln."

"Do you think he's a bad person?" Clarke asked. "Do you not approve of… my relationship with him?"

"I think he's a fine person," Bellamy assured her. "And I have no right to an opinion on your relationship."

"Then what are your objections? I mean, if Octavia was to be with Lincoln instead of me?" Clarke wondered. Bellamy shook his head.

"Octavia is irresponsible," Bellamy told her. "Getting involved with someone so much older than her worries me, because I feel like she could be too easy influenced. She doesn't realise how she could be manipulated," Bellamy sighed. "Like our mother was."

"I think Octavia is smarter than you give her credit for," Clarke said. Bellamy didn't respond.

Bellamy asked Clarke to wait for him while he went to his appointment at the bank, and when he came out his eyes were stormy and his jaw clenched.

"It didn't go well?" Clarke guessed when he got into the car. Bellamy shook his head.

"I need a drink. Let's go to the pub," he said. Clarke nodded and drove to the closest bar. Bellamy got out of the car and made to go inside, but stopped when he saw Clarke still sitting in the car. "Aren't you coming?"

"I'm still on the clock," Clarke reminded him.

"I'm your boss and I order you to come and drink with me," Bellamy said without a trace of humour. Clarke nodded and got out of the car, following Bellamy inside.

"Do you mind if I invite Raven? She's had a bad day too," Clarke asked once they were sitting in a booth with a drink each.

"Go ahead," Bellamy nodded. Clarke called Raven, and by the time she arrived, Clarke and Bellamy were already on their fourth drinks and were discussing lucid dreaming very intensely.

"Raven!" Clarke exclaimed when Raven joined them in the booth. "You have to catch up, we're on our fourth."

"Gladly," Raven grinned and walked over to the bar.

"So you can really lucid dream?" Clarke asked, going back to their previous conversation. Bellamy nodded.

"So how do you do it?" Clarke asked, leaning towards him interestedly.

"You have to make yourself realise you're asleep," Bellamy told her. "It takes practice."

"So what do you like to dream about?" Clarke asked, the alcohol making her voice sound sultry. Bellamy paused, considering her for a moment. Did she imagine his eyes flickering down to her lips?

"I think it's best if I don't tell you," he replied huskily.

"What'd I miss?" Raven asked, sliding in next to Clarke, pushing her a little closer to Bellamy. Raven plonked a tray of drinks on the table, grabbing one and skulling half of it.

"We were talking about lucid dreaming," Clarke told her.

"Cool," Raven nodded. "So did you guys hear Karen MacMillan has herpes?"

Three hours later the three of them were still drinking and they were on to telling each other the worst jokes they could come up with.

"So then the duck says, "Got any bread?" and the bartender says... noooooooooooo," Raven exclaimed.

"Is that the punchline?" Clarke asked. "I don't get it."

"No! Hide me! Wick just walked in!" she said. She seemed to be trying to whisper but it really wasn't working. She tried to hide behind Clarke but Wick saw her almost immediately and he strode over purposefully.

"Raven," he said seriously.

"Kyle," Raven replied with a nod.

"Where have you been? You didn't come to work, I've been calling you all day," Wick said.

"Well, I'm right here," Raven gestured around her with both arms.

"I need to talk to you," he said, sliding into the booth next to her.

"So talk," Raven shrugged.

"I think I need some air," Clarke said hurriedly. "Bellamy?"

"Mmm, me too," Bellamy agreed and the two of them stood up. Raven glared at Clarke as they walked outside through the side door. It was cooler outside, but still fairly warm and Clarke leant against the warm bricks.

"What's going on with those two?" Bellamy asked her.

"Who knows?" Clarke shrugged. "They had sex. Raven is wary of getting into a relationship with her boss."

"Smart," Bellamy nodded. He sighed and leant against the wall next to her, their arms brushing. "Clarke, I feel like I should tell you something."

"What is it?" Clarke asked, looking at him intently, though he didn't return her gaze.

"It's about… why I was at the bank today," Bellamy said. He paused a moment and Clarke waited for him to go on. "The truth is, I'm totally broke. That's why I sold the car. Why I only have four people picking peaches for me. Why Octavia was so mad I hired you. I was trying to get a loan today but they denied me. I'll probably have to sell the house and the farm," Bellamy confessed. Clarke didn't say anything, just stared at him in shock. She felt like she shouldn't have been surprised though, all the signs were there.

"Echo, our previous maid," Bellamy continued. "Well, she tricked me. She got me to trust her. I told her way too much personal information. I allowed her in my study. I stupidly slept with her, and the next morning she was gone, along with everything in my bank account."

"I'm sorry," Clarke whispered. Bellamy finally turned his head to face her, and only then did she realise how close the two of them were really standing. "Were you in love with her?"

"No, thankfully," Bellamy replied. He shifted his body towards her, his chest pressing against her, his lips centimetres from her own. Clarke's heart was thumping rapidly and she could hardly think straight. "I really wish I could kiss you right now," Bellamy breathed and Clarke's stomach flipped over.

"Why can't you?" she whispered back.

"You have a boyfriend, remember? And also I'm your boss, and I'm so much older than you. It would be wrong. And besides we're very drunk," Bellamy said, and Clarke knew he was right, but she still wanted him to kiss her anyway.

"I don't care," Clarke responded.

"You know when you asked before, about what I like to dream about?" Bellamy asked, his face still only an inch from her own, so close their noses almost brushed. Clarke nodded, her eyes focused solely on his lips. "The answer is you. I always dream about you."

"I thought you said you didn't have any intentions towards me," Clarke reminded him breathlessly.

"I lied," Bellamy said simply and he closed the gap between their lips in one swift motion and Clarke heard herself moan desperately, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. She would never get to find out what would happen next though, as Wick's voice echoed across the parking lot.

"Bellamy! Clarke! Come on, I'm taking you all home," he called. Clarke and Bellamy broke apart. She knew Wick couldn't see them where they were standing, but somehow Clarke felt like she'd been caught doing something wrong.

"I'm sorry," Bellamy said, before striding towards Wick, leaving Clarke to follow.