I'm so sorry for my delay in the next chapter! I have been a very busy person! I have a ten month old son that is getting into everything! Anyway, I'm so pleased with all the reviews and favourites/follows, you guys are simply the best! As for all the requests on a chapter between Clarke and Bellamy on the fake sex scene, this one is for you guys!

Enjoy!

-The 100-

Clarke felt like she was floating on cloud nine holding onto Bellamy's hand. Sure, his hands were a bit rough and scratchy against hers, but the feeling of his large and warm hand enfolding within hers was enough to make her giddy. If she were a giddy type of girl that this. On second thought, she'll just leave the giddiness to Octavia.

Bellamy abruptly stopped causing Clarke to stumble suddenly over her own feet. She made an irritated noise in the back of her throat and looked up at Bellamy with a glare.

"Next time you're going to suddenly come to a halt, a little warning won't go a miss, okay?" Clarke grumbled.

"Sorry," Bellamy muttered, he looked down at Clarke, squeezing her hand in apology, "Maybe we should talk."

"You know, for a guy that has a lot of, um, "experience" with girls, you really suck at starting a conversation. Normally when guys say we should talk it means they are doing a runner." Clarke stated, removing her hand from his and folding her arms across her chest.

"Huh? What? No!" Bellamy stumbled, his eyes popping and reaching for Clarkes hand again. Clarke allowed him to take back her hand, a bemused expression on her face. "I meant we should really have a conversation about what happened back there?" Bellamy said.

"Oh." Clarke laughed. Bellamy grinned and winked at her. Against her better judgement, Clarke laughed and shoved him slightly.

"Bellamy, get your head out of your ass. You wanted to talk." Clarke laughed when Bellamy continued to look lost in thought.

"Actually, I think my imagination is a better shout than talking right now." Bellamy smirked. Clarke couldn't stop staring at him. She really wasn't used to this Bellamy. Was this the person that Octavia saw all the time? The Bell that was always smiling and teasing? As much as Clarke tried to push it away; she was actually jealous.

"Bellamy Blake." Clarke tried her hardest to sound demanding, but couldn't help cracking a small smile at the look on his face.

"Just joking, Princess," Clarke felt herself almost choke on her saliva at the tender look on his face. Never in a million years would she have thought he would be giving her that look. "No but seriously, joking set aside, this could get seriously awkward around camp if we don't get Raven, Octavia, Jasper and Miller to get their mouth shut. We don't need them flying about with news that they caught us having sex outside."

Clarke bit the inside of her cheek to keep the image of Bellamy groaning in her ear, out of her head. Dammit, she wanted to have him so badly!

"You do realise that half the camp think we are already sleeping together anyway, right?" Clarke asked. The look on his face let her know that he didn't.

"What? Really? How come I didn't hear about this?" Bellamy asked an irritated looked forming on his features.

"Yes, really. I can't tell you the amount of girls that drew me dirty looks whenever I left your tent. Even after we had been screaming in each other's faces. The camp still figured we were having sex." Clarke shrugged.

"Maybe they thought we had a rough kind of relationship." Bellamy whispered, grabbing Clarke and running his hand down the length of her arm. Clarke, surprising herself, actually managed to suppress a moan. The goose bumps left however betrayed her.

"I highly doubt they think I'm into that kind of thing." Clarke said, rolling her eyes.

"I still thought you were a virgin before that night, so I'm sure half the camp has got you wrong." Clarke didn't miss the bitter tone in his voice.

"Well half the camp got us both wrong." Clarke spoke softly, looking up into Bellamy's eyes. He glanced down at her, pulling her into his chest and placing his chin on top of her soft hair.

"Octavia guessed this was going to happen." Bellamy said, his voice muffled by Clarke's hair. His hands were running gently up Clarkes back.

"I guessed that. I think Monty and Jasper had a bet from the first day we arrived here that this would happen." Clarke replied, tightening her hold around his back, and breathing in the scent of him.

"A bet of their own or the bet that we just found out about?" Bellamy asked, his deep voice rumbling in his stomach. Clarke smiled into his chest.

"One of their own I'm sure. I've got to say, they were pretty ambitious. I'm sure we both would have rather the world would have ended than end up with each other at that time." Clarke grinned when she felt the vibrations of Bellamy's laughter.

"I still thought you were beautiful then. The fact that you didn't drop at my feet like half the girls in camp and kept me on my toes pretty much every day, made me wonder about you. The more I wondered about you, the more I thought about you and then those thoughts just started turning." Bellamy admitted, pulling Clarke away from his chest to look at her face. She was grinning up at him.

"If you tell anyone I'm this nice, I won't speak to you ever again. I will not allow you to ruin my bad boy image." Bellamy teased, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Whatever, Bell." Clarke laughed, rolling her eyes at him.

The pair started walking again towards the camp. When the smoke and the wall reached their eye level, Clarke pulled Bellamy back suddenly, slamming his back roughly against a tree.

"How the tables have turned, Princess." Bellamy grinned, rubbing a spot on his back.

"How are we going to handle this?" Clarke asked, her eyes scanning around the trees.

"Handle what?"

"This," Clarke said, emphasising with her hand between herself and him, "what are we going to do? We both know that Octavia and Raven will have told everyone they caught us. Are we going to deny it? Say what actually happened? What?"

"We are going to tell them that we are together." Bellamy stated calmly.

Clarke stared at him.

"Wha-Huh?" Clarke stuttered out, her heart going about a million miles an hour.

"That's what we are, aren't we?" Bellamy asked, pushing himself back away from the tree bark slightly, to look into the slightly shocked face of Clarke.

"Well, I mean, uh… You haven't even asked me, Bellamy Blake!" Clarke stumbled out eventually.

Bellamy grinned. He grabbed Clarke by the hand and pulled her to him gently. "Clarke, will you be my girlfriend?"

"This has to be the most surreal experience of my life." Clarke mumbled under her breath.

Bellamy rolled his eyes, and nudged her slightly. "Answer my bloody question, Princess."

"Yeah. Of course I'll be your girlfriend." Clarke answered, grinning madly as she rushed in to place her lips on his. Bellamy pulled back quickly, to place a chaste kiss on her cheek.

"We have plenty of time for that, Princess." He smirked.

The pair walked towards the wall hand in hand. Clarke started to feel a bit sick. Everyone was going to really find out now. Her and Bellamy were together. Holy fuck, Bellamy Blake just asked me to be his girlfriend, Clarke thought. Shit, he really is serious about this!

"Yo! Miller, open up!" Bellamy shouted.

The door opened suddenly to practically the whole camp standing waiting for them.

"Oh god." Clarke muttered, turning to look at Bellamy.

"FINALLY!"

"ABOUT TIME!"

"ED, YOU OWE ME YOUR RATIONS."

"GIVE HER A KISS, BELL."

Bellamy turned to look at Clarke, a look of shock on his face.

"Looks like they weren't the only ones with bets."