Clarke
In the temporary truce called between herself and Bellamy, Clarke lies, slouched down in the couch cushions (the ones that were still on the couch), and wonders how the hell she ended up here. Bellamy is licking his lips with relish as he drapes his arms over Clarke's knees and looks up at her in question.
"Reputation restored. With interest." She says as she tries regaining control of her breathing.
"Who'd have thought that all that time we've been hating each other, we could have been doing this instead." She says in wonder and Bellamy chuckles as he absently draws little circles over the skin of her stomach with his rough fingers.
Bellamy's fingers walk upwards to circle Clarke's nipple and she looks down at his devious eyes as he shuffles forward to lave the other nipple with his tongue. The beginnings of arousal start inside her again and Clarke smirks slyly.
"Round three already?" She asks, and Bellamy pushes up to move his body over hers and kiss under Clarke's jaw.
"Think you can handle it yet?" he rumbles in her ear.
The sight of Bellamy Blake hovering over her, bare-chested, jeans undone and hanging low on his hips with the promise of wild sex in his eyes has an amazing rejuvenating effect on Clarke's libido. But her stomach makes a loud growing sound and they both look down and laugh as Bellamy stands and offers her a hand to help her up.
"Time out for snack time?" she says before Bellamy unexpectedly lifts her up to wrap her legs around his waist.
"I can multi-task."
Ohhh I could get addicted to this.
Clarke thinks as she cups Bellamy's chiselled jaw in her hands and kisses him lazily as he walks them to the kitchen. He rests Clarke's ass on the counter where he can open the fridge without letting her go and pulls out some leftover homemade pizza.
"O left me this from last night." He says seriously as he stuffs a slice in his mouth and offers her one.
Clarke takes the pizza, closes her eyes and moans around the taste of Octavia's famous stuffed crust pizza; even cold it was amazing. She opens her eyes to see Bellamy staring at her, heat back in his eyes.
"Being jealous of a piece of pizza is a new feeling for me."
He says seriously, and Clarke laughs around another bite of pizza. Looking around as they munch, Bellamy smirks again and Clarke quirks her head sideways in question.
"For the last week, I haven't been able to walk into this kitchen without getting a hard on."
Clarke grins proudly and finishes her pizza before drawing Bellamy closer with her legs.
"Well, we can check off the front door and the couch too. How many more rooms are there in this place?" She asks coyly, and Bellamy just starts nuzzling the skin over her collarbone in answer.
His head pops back up after a minute and he pulls Clarke's arm forward to look at the back of her shoulder.
"You have a tattoo." He states in a surprised tone as he examines the ornate compass rose tattoo and Clarke gives him a strange look.
"It's the same as Octavia's. Just in a different spot."
Bellamy dodges her when Clarke tries to kiss him again.
"Octavia has a tattoo?!" he says, anger simmering in his eyes and Clarke's eyes widen and her mouth opens in shock at her faux pas.
"Okay you did NOT learn that from me." She says with a stern tone as she grabs Bellamy's chin and raises an eyebrow at him. Bellamy's eyes narrow and he pulls her arm forward again to have another look at the tattoo before begrudgingly growling.
"Guess it could be worse."
Clarke rolls her eyes and pulls him closer again to place tiny kisses on his lips and jaw.
"Chill, Blake. It's not like she tattooed a boy's name across her chest. We got them just before I left for Med school."
Not quite placated, Bellamy starts drifting his hands up and down over Clarke's skin as he thinks it over.
"It's sexy as fuck on you and that makes me hate the thought of it on my sister even more."
Clarke sees her opening and presses forward to push her breasts against Bellamy's hard chest as she whispers in his ear and runs her fingers through his hair.
"What if I let you bite it while we fuck?"
After a moment of shock at her words, Bellamy eyes glaze over and he wordlessly grips her tight around the hips and turns them towards his bedroom, kicking his jeans off somewhere in the hallway.