To the guest who asked: will you only write season one? The answer is I don't know. I love The 100 and especially love what they're doing with the story line right now, but it's also getting very complicated and intricate. And I don't really see Eve's role in it. However, since the ending of this story will definitely leave you guys wanting more. Whether that more is a epilogue or a new story I'm not sure yet...
But anyway, what I CAN tell you is that I'm excited to share this chapter so enjoy! Remember, this story is rated R. ;) xx
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Eve!
"Why is his tent so big?
I laughed at Jasper's indignation as he looked around Bellamy's tent. We were waiting for Clarke and Bellamy to finish talking to Jaha. I didn't know why Bellamy had finally agreed to speak with Jaha, he had left without a word after our kiss. Over the past few days he had avoided the communications tent with such determination so I had no idea what changed his mind but I was glad that he did. The Ark was going to come down soon and things would become vastly different. I wasn't sure to what extent the Ark would keep their promise of absolving us of our crimes, but I knew that we needed Bellamy regardless. Jasper, Monty and I were waiting for the news, to see if the Council was really going to clear us of our crimes, starting with Bellamy. I jumped a little, too engrossed in my thoughts to hear their footsteps when they returned.
Bellamy had an unreadable expression on his face as he dropped his pack and pulled off his jacket. Instantly my stomach clenched in nerves again.
"Well?"
"I'm pardoned."
We all cheered for joy. If Bellamy could get pardoned for shooting the Chancellor, there was no doubt that the rest of us would be pardoned as well.
Clarke smiled at the two boys who were congratulating Bellamy before calling their names to get their attention.
"Your parents want to talk to you."
Monty and Jasper broke into identical smiles as they followed Clarke out to the communications tent, leaving Bellamy and I alone.
"Congratulations Blake. You're officially a free man!"
I believed wholeheartedly, like Clarke, that Bellamy deserved to be pardoned. Despite what he'd done there was no way that a majority of us would be alive today. But after everything the Ark had done... I didn't expect it to actually happen. He nodded like he was still processing the information himself and I grinned at him.
"Yeah. I told him I wouldn't tell him the name of the guard who wanted him dead until he had me pardoned. After he gave the order to execute Shumway-"
"Shumway?"
My heart stopped. That's not possible. The name caused a shiver to run down my back as Bellamy furrowed his brow.
"Yeah, he's the guard who gave me the gun to kill Jaha... Wait how do you know him?" He paused before I sensed him piecing together the puzzle, "Eve, was he..?"
"I thought he was dead. There was so much blood... and they said I used lethal force. I thought I killed him."
I closed my eyes, expecting the memory to burst forth but it didn't. My mind was racing. He was really dead... and I didn't kill him! The man who starred in most of my nightmares was gone. The memory that had always lurked in the back of my head no longer fought to break the surface. I felt relieved... and happy? My whole life I had to live with the guilt that I had killed someone. But I hadn't. I wasn't a murderer.
I was free.
"Hey, you alright?"
I looked up at Bellamy's concern stare and smiled.
"Better than ever."
I crossed the distance between us and raised my toes to bring myself up and meet his surprised lips. When he parted his lips to take a quick breath, I took advantage of his open mouth and pulled his bottom lip between my teeth. I heard him groan in the back of his throat as his hand pushed my tank up to reveal a sliver of my skin. Goosebumps arose as I felt his large, calloused hands glide over my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My hands copied his own but when I tugged at his shirt roughly, he sensed my frustration and pulled back to discard it. I followed suit, shrugging off my jacket quickly and throwing my tank somewhere before we resumed our passionate kissing.
I moaned lightly at the feeling of Bellamy's hard, naked chest against my own bra covered one. Vaguely aware of my legs carrying me backwards, I pulled him with me until I felt the soft fabric of his makeshift bed hit the back of my ankles. His arms tightened around mine as I lowered myself backwards, my hands wrapped tightly around his strong biceps in a futile attempt to keep balance. Our bodies collided when I misjudged the distance and ended up falling harder than I anticipated but I relished in the feeling of his hard muscles molding into my soft ones. Pushing him up slightly, I pulled away to take some much needed gulps of oxygen. Our breathing was coming out in pants as we worked on removing our clothing.
There was a brief period in which our limbs tangled and skin met skin as our clothes slowly disappeared. We were down to just our underwear when I felt a surge of confidence and used my strength to flip us so that I was straddling him, slightly grinding myself into his pelvis. Another groan sounded from him, more audibly, as I felt him harden through his briefs and I smirked into the open mouthed kiss we were sharing. Feeling one of his large hands slide from the back of my thigh, up my back and then to the back of my neck; he sloppily gathered my hair so that he could pull it back to see my face, free from the curtain my hair created. We breathed the same air, as our gazes met and amist the numerous cuts that were healing on his face, what struck me was the intensity in his eyes.
Meanwhile, I felt his other hand gently undo the clasp of my bra. It fell away from my body, as Bellamy ducked his head to run his lips over the straps on my shoulders, pulling them away with his teeth before pulling off the entire garment and throwing it over my shoulder.
My breath left me as I felt his hot mouth trail down from my neck, to my collarbone and then further down to enclose over my heaving breast. The hand not holding onto my hair wrapped itself around the breast, that couldn't get any attention from his mouth, and began teasing it. I began grinding my pelvis into his, seeking the same friction down there. Arousal began to pool around my lower half and I realized that we still had on one article of clothing each. Since he had lowered himself to my chest I couldn't quite reach his briefs. My fingertips skimmed along his sensitive skin down there before I finally let out a frustrated groan.
My head spun as I felt him flip us over, without stopping the ministrations on my chest with his hands and mouth. He slid into my open legs, giving me the opportunity to slide his underwear down with my feet. I bit my lip, looking down at his naked member. His cock was long, hard and thick and I could feel it hot and heavy against my upper thigh. Bringing my hands up to twist around the hair at the base of his neck, I pulled his face from my chest to my lips. I tried to meet his lips but he pulled back at the last second. Looking up, confused, I matched his lust filled stare.
"You sure about this?"
His voice was low and husky, making me want him all that more and I didn't hesitate before nodding; bringing my lips up to meet his. I pushed my hips into his hard cock, signaling that I wanted the last barrier between us gone. His warm hands slid down to the sides of my hips where I waited and wanted for him to just rip off my panties. But he didn't. Instead, I felt his thumbs hook into either side and he rolled them off my skin gently before allowing it to join all our other clothes, wherever they were thrown in his tent.
Heat pooled in my abdomen at the thought of what was coming next and at the feeling of our skin meeting. I felt his lips suckle and softly bite my neck, up to my jaw and then down to where my pulse point was. Meanwhile one of his hands slid between my legs and I felt his fingers probe my slit. His tongue dipped into the crevice of my collar bone just as his finger slid into my warmth.
"Shit! You're so tight."
His expletive followed by his words made me clench around his finger, the desire building as he pushed his finger in and out slowly getting me ready. My breathing was already ragged as I felt him add another finger, my one hand came up again to grasp his bicep. His firm muscles clenched under my hand as my other hand twisted in his hair. I felt myself coming to the edge, feeling as if I was about to combust at any moment. When, suddenly, he stopped and withdrew his fingers.
I whimpered at the loss and at the burning desire I felt. One of his hands came up to support himself on his forearm next to my head. His head came up to meet my mouth as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, slowly, before pulling back. He was breathing heavily when I caught his gaze and saw the look in his eyes. My lips ghosted over his as I conveyed the desire I also felt before he grinned and joined our lips. His other hand that had been resting on my hip, moved to grasp and position himself at my center. As I felt him slowly slip into me, I gasped into the kiss. He pushed into me further, spreading my legs wider, stretching me in the most delicious of ways. I felt a moan start to bubble up from the back of my throat. Moving one of my hands from his cheek to clutch his shoulder I felt him still, he was completely flush against my pelvis. I felt the tip of his cock deep inside me, my walls squeezing him.
Suddenly he pushed out and thrust back in. This time I couldn't stop the moan from escaping. It was muffled against Bellamy's lips but it was still audible in the quietness of the tent as he continued to thrust. In, out, in, out; he repeated his shallow thrusts. When I felt him shift his weight on his arms, he drove himself deeper.
"Oh, OH! Fuck, you're big."
I couldn't stop myself from arching my back and letting out a breathless moan on that last word. I could feel him touching my cervix as my walls clenched. He continued at the same pace for a few minutes, making my breath hitch. I felt full but I wanted more. Moving to wrap my legs around his hips, it shifted him impossibly deeper.
"Fuck, Eve!"
He wrenched his lips away from mine to shout as I threw my head back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pistoned in and out. Bellamy's thrusts were causing the pressure to build inside me fast. My nails raked down his back, possibly drawing blood. I could see and feel the sweat dripping down his face as I lifted up to meet his lips again.
I felt as if I was being devoured, in the most delicious of ways. All I could feel was his hard, thick cock pounding in and out of me, sending delicious waves of pleasure across my body. All I could smell was the heavy, musky scent of him and our arousal. His thrusts began to get erratic and I gasped between the kisses I was placing on his chiseled, stubble-littered jaw, admist the raw scars from the events of only a few hours ago. I tugged on his hair with force when I suddenly felt his cock move against that spot. Feeling the pleasure peak and course through my body I tensed up and felt my orgasm overtake me.
"Ah, oh FUCK, BELLAMY!"
He was still thrusting into me as I began to come down from my climax, I was chanting his name over and over in his ear. I tightened my muscles on purpose as he yelled my name and felt him come apart. A hot burst of cum was unleashed inside me, sending another shock wave of pleasure throughout my body. I felt him groan and collapse on top of me, thrusting a few more times to prolong his orgasm.
The tent was filled with our heavy breathing as we tried to catch our breath. Even though I didn't mind his heavy body on top of me, Bellamy turned to roll off me and laid on his back next to me. I gasped lightly at the feeling of him slipping out, feeling empty. However I was temporarily rewarded with the sight of his abs tightening as he partially sat up to pull a blanket up and over the both of us. I smiled up at him, rolling over to pull on something to cover me up. Before I could, however, I felt his strong arm pull me back close to his body.
I could feel his lips nibble the back of my neck gently, making me giggle. His front was pressed up against my back, our skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat from our latest activity. As our breathing began to even out, the gentle rhythm of his chest moving up and down behind me caused my eyelids to become heavy as I drifted off to sleep.
