A/N: Hey there! Long time no talk! I was/am feeling kind of frustrated with the current season (and I guess I was also feeling kind of smutty), so I decided to revisit this story. I apologize, but this chapter is basically just another adult sexytimes interlude. I promise the next one will be more plot driven!

Bellamy Blake wasn't one to wake slowly. This morning was no different. One minute, he was asleep, the next, his eyes snapped open and then squinted against the early morning light streaming through the bedroom windows. In quick succession, his remaining senses sprang to life. He felt the warmth of Clarke's body nestled snugly against him, the smell of her hair on the pillow they shared, the soft sound of her even breathing. and...ugh, yep, the taste of his own morning breath.

Bellamy shifted his head back the tiniest amount so that he could look at Clarke's sleeping face. They lay facing each other, arms and legs intertwined. Clarke delicate nose just barely grazed his collarbone, and her pretty mouth, slightly parted, brushed against the hollow at the base of his throat. She was beautiful. This is bad. This is very bad.

Immediately, Bellamy was furious at himself, at his weakness. Sleeping with an assignment? A complete and total breech of ethics. It compromised his efficiency and her safety. But as Bellamy watched Clarke sleep, he found he couldn't muster up much actual regret for last night. When she'd come to him, a part of him had been cracked open, laid bare. She was a perfect fit, like a piece of himself that he hadn't even known was missing. As he lay there, watching her sleep, a greater, more terrifying realization dawned: he was in love.

Two weeks and a few days. That's all it had taken. And though the feelings were new to Bellamy, he found he didn't doubt them at all. He was in love. With Clarke Griffin. This is very very bad.

There was no going back for him, he knew that. He loved her, and he wasn't going to stop. But this...waking up in her bed, feeling the silky skin of her back under his hands...it couldn't happen again. No, the most important thing was to keep Clarke safe, and as wonderful as last night had been, he couldn't afford to be so reckless. Passion would just have to wait.

As if to test his resolve, Clarke began to stir.


Clarke woke in Bellamy's arms. She lay there, eyes closed, and focused on the feeling of him. His impossibly firm chest under her hands. The faint scratchiness of his stubbled chin against her forehead. The tickle of his leg hair against her own smooth calves.

The warmth of his groin between them.

She opened her eyes, looking up to search for his face. And there he was, all freckles and dark skin and tousled hair. Gorgeous. Perfect. Troubled.

"Morning," she murmured, keeping her face as neutral as possible. Clarke had a feeling he was already kicking himself for sleeping with her. She knew he'd feel guilty about it professionally. What she didn't know was whether or not he'd regret it on a more...personal level.

Bellamy regarded her seriously. "You know, I'm worried about that deviated septum of yours."

"Huh?" Clarke asked, confused.

"You snore, Griffin." Bellamy was grinning now.

"I absolutely do not!" Clarke sputtered and started to squirm away, but Bellamy's arms held her firmly. He hooked his hand under her knee and hitched her leg onto his hip. Clarke's stomach fluttered with arousal. Bellamy was serious again.

"No. Don't get up. Not yet. Stay here with me a little longer." Bellamy closed his eyes and pulled her tighter, but Clarke heard the note of sadness in his voice. And she knew that as soon as they left the bed, the spell would be broken. He'd go back to being her ice cold professional protector, keeping his emotional distance.

Clarke felt a wave of rejection wash over her, even as he held her close. She shouldn't have let her guard down. For God's sake, she'd practically thrown herself at him last night. And yeah, he'd responded pretty enthusiastically, but wouldn't any red blooded man have done the same? In a few short hours, he'd probably resent her for...seducing him, if she could call it that.

Strong, bitter disappointment settled in. With a sinking heart, Clarke realized just how far beneath her armor Bellamy had gotten. Tears pricked her eyes as she breathed him in deeply, trying to memorize the smell of his neck. She knew wouldn't have another chance.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Bellamy asked, pulling his head back to search her face.

Clarke cleared her throat and blinked back the tears. "Nothing. I just…" Clarke trailed off but couldn't tear her eyes away from Bellamy's. The silence stretched on too long. Clarke's eyes wandered down to Bellamy's mouth. She became even more aware of his perfect, naked body.

Bellamy's hand began traveling slowly back and forth on the thigh thrown over his hip. Clarke felt herself grow instantly wet, and she felt him harden against her pelvis. Slowly, with some morning-after shyness, Clarke reached for him, her eyes holding his until they fluttered closed as she began to stroke him.

He was hot and hard in her hand. She found the feel of his cock impossibly erotic, like steel covered in velvet. She stroked him slowly, enjoying the soft noises of pleasure she was coaxing out of him. She pressed her open mouth against the base of his throat and sucked gently, making him moan slightly and flex his hips toward her.

Bellamy's hand moved along her thigh to her ready center. Without warning, he plunged two fingers into her firmly and began to thrust, making her gasp. His thumb soon joined, making slow, insistent circles around her clit.

"Jesus, Clarke," Bellamy murmured against her ear. "You're so wet. You're so wet for me."

His words sent fire straight to Clarke's belly. His hand was so sure, so divine. Tension was building low in her abdomen, and she knew a few more sweet nothings in her ear would send her over the top.

Suddenly, Bellamy rolled over onto his back, taking her with him roughly. She landed astride him, sitting tall and feeling powerfully sexy. She ran her nails across Bellamy's chest and ground her core against him. Bellamy reached up and stroked her aching nipples and Clarke groaned. She was nearly delirious with lust.

"I want to watch you ride me," Bellamy growled. Again, Clarke was shocked at the effect his words had on her. She reached down and guided him, inch by heated inch, into her pussy.

Clarke began to move, flexing around him as the tension in her stomach began its slow build again. She held her own breasts, rolling her nipples, and got lost in the sensation. Her head fell back and her eyes closed with pleasure.

"That's right, baby. Ride me just like that. Oh GOD, you feel amazing, Clarke."

Clarke looked down at Bellamy's face, his eyes lidded in pleasure. As she watched, he brought his thumb to his mouth, sucked it, then moved it to the place where their bodies were joined. Clarke leaned back and mewled as Bellamy began to circle her clit again. She wouldn't last much longer.

Clarke began thrusting harder and faster, her moans rising and the pressure building until she tumbled over the precipice. She squeezed her eyes shut and saw stars as her pussy convulsed around his perfect cock. Her hands grasped at his chest, no doubt leaving a few marks behind as she spasmed through the strongest orgasm of her life.

She must have collapsed onto Bellamy's chest, because when she could think again, he was holding her tightly against his body, still buried inside of her.

He murmured sweet little shushing noises into her ear as her heart rate slowed. The he rolled her over onto her back and looked into her eyes.

"I'm not finished with you yet, you know." Clarke's belly flip-flopped in anticipation and she gave Bellamy a languid, challenging smile.

"Do your worst, Blake."

Bellamy growled softly at that and began nipping his way from her ear to her breast. When he reached her nipple he drew it gently into his mouth and teased her with his tongue. And then he bit.

Clarke gasped and raked her hands through Bellamy's hair. He serviced both breasts eagerly and then moved south. He didn't tease her at all, or give her any warning, before dropped his mouth to her sex and gave it a long, firm lick. Clarke gasped again and writhed against him, her clit still ultra-sensitive from her first orgasm. It was almost too much to bear.

She didn't have time to think before he sat up on his knees and grabbed both of her legs. In one deft motion, he turned her over onto her stomach. Clarke looked over her shoulder and saw Bellamy admiring her ass. She watched as a slow smile crept across his face.

"Like what you see?"

"You could say that, yes."

Clarke squeaked when Bellamy lifted her hips so that she was on her knees, on full display. Slowly, he guided himself into her, hissing in pleasure when his hips finally meet her ass. Clarke nearly choked at how deep he was inside of her. Bellamy leaned forward and ran his hands along her back and down to her breasts. He placed tiny kisses along her spine.

"You're so tight."

She flexed against him and smiled when he groaned.

"I'm going to make you come again for me, Clarke." His words were like lighter fluid.

Bellamy began to thrust deeply, his hands tight on Clarke's hips. She'd never felt so full before, and in this position he was hitting her G spot so intensely that it was almost too much. But his rhythm was insatiable, and Clarke soon began to feel the familiar tension building.

"Oh, God, Bellamy, yes. Right there, oh PLEASE don't stop."

Bellamy began to thrust faster and harder, his cock hitting all the right places. She was groaning again, unable to help herself. Bellamy wasn't exactly quiet either. Good thing I don't have any other neighbors.

"Clarke, I want you to come with me. Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself and come with me."

Clarke reached a hand to her clit and began rubbing herself, feeling sexy and naughty and gloriously close to release all at the same time.

"That's it, baby. Oh God, you're perfect, Clarke. Come for me."

And she did. Again. Hard. And judging by Bellamy's strangled cry, Clarke thought it was safe to say Bellamy did too. He thrust against her and then stilled, emptying himself deep inside. Clarke's whole body vibrated with pleasure as she spasmed again. She grasped at the sheets and bit into her pillow to muffle her keening cries...

He's too amazing. I'll never leave this bed.