A/N Ok folks, we're getting closer to the good part. MAJOR smut warning for next chapter! Enjoy!
Bellamy
The sight of Clarke wrapped in nothing, but a big fluffy blue towel struck Bellamy dumb for a few seconds before he remembered to ask about his clothes. He consoles himself with the fact that Clarke seemed to be just as flustered by his nakedness as he was by hers.
Bellamy settles in on the couch to take up Clarke's struggle with big screen on the wall as he hears the shower turn on again.
He has the tablet figured out and is in the middle of watching a file called 'Jurassic World' with an open can of peaches in his lap when Clarke finally emerges from the bathroom. The snarky quips of the main character fade away and the peaches lay forgotten in his lap as he stares at the clean, wet and sexy-as-fuck Clarke walking towards him with a big smile on her face.
Bellamy decides that it's a good thing Clarke rarely smiles because he didn't think the male population (and some of the female population) of the Arc could handle it.
She drops down beside him on the couch with an exaggerated sigh of pleasure.
"Okay, I may have to kill Raven a little less."
She says and then turns her attention to the screen.
"What're you watching?"
Bellamy's mind is blank, save for the delightful image of him ripping that blue towel off Clarke's body and tracing every one of her curves… with his tongue.
"Bellamy?"
He gives himself a shake and tries to respond while his brain silently tries and fails to banish the lustful thoughts.
"Uh, I thought it was a documentary but its not. Pretty entertaining though."
Clarke settles in to watch it with him, but Bellamy, with a quick glance to his towel, jumps to his feet.
"I heard the clothes washer beep earlier, I'll pull out the clothes."
He mutters quickly and then walks towards the washer before Clarke can protest. Bellamy tries to lower the tenting of his towel as Clarke yells after him.
"I think the other machine dries the clothes."
After a few minutes of moving wet clothes and fiddling with buttons, Bellamy has tamed his hard-on and is in a suitable state to return to the couch.
He eases himself down and Clarke hands him the peaches without taking her eyes off the screen.
"What did I miss?"
"They're genetically modifying dinosaurs and its going to end badly."
Bellamy chuckles and stuffs a sugary peach into his mouth as they get absorbed in the movie.
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Bellamy half-wakes sometime later to Clarke thrashing slightly in her sleep at the other end of the massive couch. Without another thought, Bellamy sits up and grabs Clarke's arm to pull her into his arms and then lies down again with the blonde beauty curled between him and the back of the couch.
Settled again, Clarke and Bellamy drift back to sleep.
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Bellamy wakes again a couple hours later to the sound of his name and small movements beside him. He opens his eyes and lies frozen as a few pressing facts come trickling into his sleepy brain.
Clarke is sprawled across one entire side of him.
She is making the sexiest sounds he has ever heard.
Her towel has come undone and her naked body is pressed against him.
Her being pressed against him feels Really. Fucking. Good.
Clarke's leg is draped over his and is precariously close to his increasingly uncomfortable morning situation.
Bellamy doesn't recognise his own voice as he looks down at Clarke's closed eyes and murmurs her name. Her responding moan and roll of her hips makes Bellamy deeply question his morals but after taking a second, he reaches down and tries to tuck the loose end of her towel around her and clears his throat.
"Clarke?"
He tries a little louder, his voice ending in a near-growl when Clarke's hand slides across his chest and she moans his name again.
Catching her hand with his before it can wander more southwards, Bellamy nearly chokes on the realization that Clarke is having a sex dream… about him.
His mind goes absolutely blank.
