Clarke had been at home when she got the call from Bellamy and she had told him that he could stop by because her mother was working the night shift at the hospital. Normally she wouldn't have let him come over and it just be the two of them but he had sounded so angry that she was nervous and had no idea what was going on. It wasn't ten minutes later that she heard the doorbell. She walked to the front door and opened it seeing him standing there sweaty and in what looked like gym clothes.

"Is your mom here?" He asked.

"No." She opened the door further and let him in. He stepped through the door and he turned on her as soon as she had closed the door.

"Have you lost your mind!?" he yelled.

Clarke's mouth fell open. She tried to force herself to speak, to ask what he was talking about but no sound would come out.

"Why would you tell him?! Do you honestly hate me that much? I could lose my job!"

"He won't!" She said finally finding her voice. It was like her stomach sunk to her toes and her body went cold. Wick had promised her.

"You don't know that!"

"He wasn't supposed to say anything! He promised."

"Yeah well he did a shitty fucking job with that promise." Bellamy raked his hands through his damp hair. "If he wanted to call the cops, i could get arrested Clarke. Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Bellamy, I-"

"What?! Please tell me what excuse you have, because i'm dying to know why in the hell you would tell him!"

"I'm sorry." She stumbled over her words.

"Goddammit Clarke! Did you not use that beautiful brain of yours? Did you think he'd be okay with it? Because i can assure you, he's not!" He yelled.

"Oh of course! I'm just some stupid little girl with a wonderful idea to just spread around how I fucked my teacher." Clarke started clapping her hands mockingly, "Good job Mr. Blake you've figured me out." her eyes began to water.

"Clarke this isn't a game! This is my life, my career!"

"I know!" She yelled back the tears spilling over. "You don't think i know that? Do you think my first instinct was to go run and tell someone. News flash Bellamy, besides Octavia he's the only family i have. I had nowhere else to go, i was losing my mind! I just needed to talk to someone, because i'm not you. I can't just brush everything off like it doesn't affect me."

"You think this doesn't affect me?" He looked at her like she was crazy, "I see you five days a week with a constant reminder that i can't have you!" He yelled, his arms out wide. He closed the space between them and took her face into his hands and looked down at her, "You have no idea what i would give for things to be different. What i would give to just be with you. You torture me every single day." His voice was softer as he wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

She shook her head more tears spilling over, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was killing me and i needed to talk about it."

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have yelled at you." He kissed her forehead and pulled her in close to his body. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry." Clarke had his shirt bunched up in her hands with her face buried in his chest. Once she calmed down he pulled apart from her and tilted her head up so her eyes met his, "I don't think you did it on purpose. I'm just trying to process everything." He smoothed some hair away from her face.

"I'll talk to him." She started.

"No. Don't. He doesn't need to know i even talked to you."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "He'll listen to me Bellamy."

He shook his head, "You don't understand Clarke. He's angry, i've never seen him this angry and honestly I can't really blame him." He tucked a stray hair behind her ear, "he wants me to transfer you out of my class and maybe i should. I don't want to, but if it makes it easier on you then i will."

"Bellamy." She began to protest.

"Hey, you were right. It's not fair for me to continue to put you through all of this hell so i can be selfish. We can figure the rest out later, my main concern is you." Clarke gave him a sad smile. She put her hand on his cheek and stood on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss. Everything had been so back and forth between them but hearing him put her feelings and needs over his own when he had so much at stake made her wish more than anything that they could find a way to make it work. She didn't feel so crazy thinking that it was only torture for her when they saw each other each day. When she pulled away and her eyes fluttered open she saw the intensity in his gaze. It was asi if the air around them had become electrically charged and it made the hairs on her arm stand up. The earth stood still as they both had to make a decision.

Bellamy's hand went to the back of her neck and pulled her in and crashed his lips onto hers. Her eyes shut and pleasure filled her body. Why did bad ideas have to taste so good. Bellamy walked her backwards until the small table along the wall hit her back and he lifted her up so she was now level with him. He kissed her like he was suffocating and she was his air. Clarke bunched his shirt up in her hands and raised it enough to where she could place her hands against his stomach. The warmth of his skin sending her into a spiral. He hooked his fingers in her belt loops and pulled her closer to the edge and he kissed down to her neck.

Clarke needed more so she tugged his shirt upwards and he broke away from her long enough for her to strip his shirt off and drop it to the floor. Her fingers dove in his curls as soon as his lips were back against her skin. She bit back a moan when he lightly scraped his teeth again her skin. Her shirt was the next to go and he tossed it behind him. He leaned in and kissed from her neck to her shoulder and slid his fingers under the straps of her bra causing them to slide off her shoulders.

He moved back up to her lips and continued to kiss and she felt him through her shorts and moaned. He pulled back and she darted her tongue over her swollen lips and he looked at her. So much adoration in his eyes and she truly felt beautiful. He pushed the cups of her bra down and palmed her breasts. Her head fell back in pleasure and he rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb. With her head tilted back with pleasure he took that moment to lean down and wrap his lips around her nipple and gently sucked.

Her hands went to his shorts and ran her hand along his length. His moan caused the pleasure on her breasts heighten. He abandoned her breasts and kissed her his hands hurriedly running down her lower back and running his hand into her shorts and started attempting to pull them down. She had to lift her hips and he tugged them straight off and they fell to the floor right by his shirt. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, "Clarke." His voice was strained.

"Yes." Her hands pushed his shorts down with his boxers and she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked up. He let out a shaky breath.

"You're pushing me to my limit of restraint." he whispered huskily his eyes tightly closed as he held onto the little bit of control he had left.

She leaned in by his ear, "Please." she whispered.

Bellamy's self control snapped and he grabbed her ass and lifted her off the table her legs wrapped around his hips. His dick slid between her folds and he moaned feeling how wet she was and her heels pressed him flesh against her. He put enough distance between them to slip his hand between them and brush against her clit while he swallowed her moan. He pulled her legs from around him and she slid down until her feet hit the floor. Before she could question he turned her around and pushed her shoulders until her hands were on the table. He leaned forward right outside her ear, "Don't move."

He slid inside her and they both moaned in pleasure and he smiled seeing a shiver run down her spine. He ran his hand down her spine and then gripped her hips. He slowly slid in and out of her giving her time to adjust and once she asked for more he fucked her as hard as he could. He could hear her gasping between moans. He palmed her ass and smacked her cheek and he got a wicked grin when he felt her clench around him and moan even louder. Not wanting to take a chance of getting too loud or taking too long he started pulling her back into him until he was as deep as he could go.

Clarke felt herself getting close her legs had started to tremble. She felt apart around him and she came louder than she ever had for him. He pulled out and she felt a warmth against her lower back. Both of them were breathing heavily. He bent down and she felt something clean the mess from her lower back. After a moment he turned her around and trapped her against the table and looked down at her. Her face was flushed and he dropped a light kiss on her lips. "We really suck at not being around each other."

Clarke felt laughter bubble up from her chest and she rested her forehead against his chest. "Maybe practice makes perfect?" she said before looking up at him.

He smirked, "We'll see." He kissed the top of her head. They didn't have to figure everything out at that exact moment, but they both knew what they wanted. They knew the risks and they knew they would eventually have to talk about it in depth, but for that moment in time they just enjoyed each other.

AN: Okay so this is shorter than normal and I do apologize but it felt like the right place to end it until I figure out exactly which direction I want to go in. But you've got 2 chapters really close together, so give me a pat on the back. I hope you enjoyed and for everyone that has been with this since the beginning, you've been patient and I love you all for it and I promise it's only going to get better from here. Let me know what you think and I hope you all enjoyed.