"Hey," Bellamy smiled walking up to the table with Raven, Octavia and Miller sitting with Clarke already. Clarke leaned up to kiss him before he sat down.

"I had Lincoln order you a Guinness," she said as he took the empty seat between her and Octavia.

Bellamy looked over to the bar where Lincoln was ordering their drinks.

"Does he need help?"

"Actually, my date has that covered," Raven said and Bellamy couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing, how is he supposed to gauge Raven's date?

Clarke leaned over, giving him an ample view of her chest, "He's good."

Bellamy nodded, "I talked to Echo."

Clarke laughed, "Yeah, I know. We can discuss it later."

"Is that what you want to do?"

"Yes, I think it would be good for the both of us. I think now that I'm more comfortable with her, it'll actually be productive."

"Productive? You're not satisfied?"

"I didn't say that. I just… I don't know, can we not talk about it here? Your sister is giving us a look."

"My sister is next to me and definitely listening in on our conversation and is most likely horrified."

"And she's taking offense," Octavia said behind him and Clarke laughed.

"You really shouldn't listen in on people's conversations."

"It's only you! What could you do to Clarke that would—"

"Chains and whips excite me," Clarke deadpanned and Octavia's jaw dropped as Lincoln and Shaw walked over with their drinks.

"What did we miss?" Lincoln asked, dropping a Guinness in front of Bellamy.

"Clarke and Bellamy are into BDSM, something I didn't need to know about my brother."

"We're really not, O was eavesdropping and we made it exciting," Bellamy said and sure, it wasn't completely true, but they were into rope play and some choking and… that's too much information for Bellamy's sister.

"Anyway, Miles Shaw, this is Bellamy Blake, my boyfriend and Lincoln and Miller's boss. He's also my boss's boss and HR is having a hay day with that."

"Hey, man," Shaw nodded at Bellamy across the table. "You can call me Shaw. Everyone does."

"Cool. How'd you meet Raven?"

"Internet," they said together and everyone at the table laughed, because really?

"I flipped him the bird while he was trying to hack into NASA and he thought it was hilarious so we got to talking in some dark web chatroom that I was supposed to be taking down and I did. Eventually."

Shaw shook his head with a smirk, "She just wanted to keep talking to me."

"Yeah, yeah, lover boy, you're a real catch. Can we please talk about this," Raven gestured between Bellamy and Clarke. "Actually being a thing?"

Bellamy placed his hand on Clarke's thigh and she stroked his shoulder. "What are we supposed to say? A year of sexual tension finally being released its been fun."

"That is so gross but I'm glad my brother is finally happy," Octavia grimaced before turning it into a smile. "Seriously, I never thought I'd see him smile genuinely again." She elbowed his ribs and he leaned more into Clarke and she definitely didn't mind, she loved having his hands on her.

"All right, O. I'm just glad we're all getting together for Thanksgiving, can we all appreciate that?"

"We can appreciate it if you give us Friday off too," Miller prodded and Bellamy rolled his eyes.

"You know what? Friday everyone can have off. Just don't expect to see Clarke or I around all weekend."

Clarke bit her lip slightly embarrassed by his declaration but she really couldn't be because she was too excited about spending the next weekend with him.

Hours later they walked into Clarke's apartment and Bellamy pulled her into him. "I want to take a bath with you."

Clarke looked up at him with a smile, "You do, do you? And what makes you think that I want to take a bath at this hour?"

"Mm, the shimmer bath bomb is my favorite and I need to see your skin glow right now. It's fucking radiant."

"You're serious? It's one in the morning and you want us to take a bath so my skin can shimmer for us to sleep?"

"I don't plan on sleeping anytime soon," he smirked, kissing her neck, pulling a sigh out of her. "Come on, let me wash your back."

"That's not all you're planning on doing, is it?"

"Fuck no, I'm going to ravish you," Bellamy growled against the shell of her ear before nipping at it.

"Fine, but don't get my hair wet, it'll be horrendous to deal with in the morning."
Bellamy laughed, detangling himself from her and headed to her bathroom. "You coming?" he called over his shoulder and Clarke ran after him eagerly.

Five minutes later the tub was nearly filled and Clarke was stepping out of her panties while Bellamy dropped a teal and gold bath bomb in the water.

"That's not one of mine."

"I know, I bought it. I liked the smell and figured we could try it together."

"You liked the smell?"

"It reminds me of the beach. Don't get me wrong, I love the one you use but I think change is a good thing every once in a while."

Clarke raised a brow at him, "Who are you?"

Bellamy laughed, "Are you getting in or am I?"

"You. Get comfortable and I'll join you."

Bellamy jumped in the tub, causing a small splash of teal mermaid water to spill onto the black tile. Clarke shook her head, dropping a spare towel on the floor to clean it up before climbing in and settling in between Bellamy's thighs.

Clarke breathed in the soft scent of salt and sand as Bellamy's hands trailed up her waist to her breasts that weren't under the water. The teal-gold water darkening her pale skin as his hands trailed up to her neck before disappearing back down under the water only to do the same again, lingering on her breasts, plucking her hardened nipples and effectively shooting an electrical current down to her aching cunt.

"You're stunning," her moaned.

"Mmm," Clarke moaned wanting more… needing more.

"What do you want? I'll give you anything. Just use your words."

"I wa—" his fingers' constant plucking at her nipples drove her so mad she couldn't think straight. "Your fin—fingers on my—my clit, in my… pussy."

"You want it all, don't you baby?"

"Please."

Bellamy chuckled, one hand released her breast and ventured down between her legs. It was a relentless assault, drawing her in, building her up and up and up, only to let her hover there until she found what she was looking for. Until she felt his thick, hard arousal by her back, and her coil snapped, releasing the wave of bliss crashed over her and when Bellamy's onslaught wouldn't let up, she let the waves roll over her.

Their bath was over but Clarke's muscles were spent so Bellamy dried her and carried her to bed.

Raven and Shaw went out to Los Alamitos for an early Thanksgiving with her mom and cousins and Finn's parents so they weren't around again until Monday and even through text, Clarke could tell that Raven's interest in Shaw was different than Finn and Wick, he wasn't like them, an old soul vibe oozed off him in a good way but he was still up on tech which was good for Raven. Clarke wished she got to know him better at the bar.

Clarke woke up in her own bed on Thanksgiving morning after another night of drinking with Raven and Shaw. She learned that they've been talking a while and only met a month ago and it always felt organic and they asked about Clarke and Bellamy and Clarke let Bellamy take over. Even though he wasn't very good with people, he's good at storytelling, but also because Clarke didn't know what he wanted them to know and what he wanted to stay between the two of them.

He mostly stuck to the truth, that he couldn't control his want for her after a week and it wasn't a secret relationship but just hook ups and they intermittently stopped over the big fights that were really just themselves getting in their own way and the last couple of months of really being together have been good, they've been a learning process, but they've been good.

She was hung over, thoroughly and completely foggy but felt this steady movement behind her that felt amazing.

"Bellamy?"

"I was horny baby and your body is so warm and wet and—"

"Keep going. Just keep going, don't stop," she gasped as he lifted her leg higher, she was still sore from the night before, as he filled her more.

He slid firmly in and out of her as she pushed back, needing more, not knowing where she wanted his fingers more, her nipples or her clit.

"Bell, I need…" his hand moved from holding her thigh in place to her clit and her hand shot from under her head to keep it there, keep his thrusts steady, rhythmic.

His whispered words of praise were a change she didn't know what to do with because they weren't a hinderance but they didn't help either. She was just stuck, hanging by a thread between pent up aggravation and euphoria, the only thing holding her back was Bellamy's orgasm.

"Bell, I need you to come."

"What?"

"Please, come for me."

Bellamy adjusted himself behind her and thrusted harder, faster. Clarke was still on edge and after she felt him pulse as his thrust stutter before he came with her just behind.

Softening inside her, Bellamy pulled out and pulled away from her. Clarke collected her self from ruin and rolled over and was about to curl into his side when she saw his contorted, confused face. "What is it?"

"How long?"

"What do you mean?"

"How long have you been faking it?"

"I haven't been faking it."

"You also haven't come before me in months and only allowed me to realize it now. Why?"

"For a year it was all about you and your release, I guess I got so accustomed to it that I can't until you do."

"You should have told me!"

"I… Bellamy, you're not good with hearing things like that so I thought maybe if I didn't tell you, if I tried fixing it myself, that it would fix itself but Echo found out and it's partly why she wants us to go together."

"And your time is better than mine?"

"I don't need her like you do," she said guilt ridden at what the underlying problem was that she neglected to say that his problems ran deeper than hers. That's not something he needed a reminder of.

He didn't say anything as his jaw locked and turned his head to stare up at the coffered ceiling.

"I didn't mean it like that. I—I love you and I love how we were but I also feel that there's a healthier way to do it."

"You're telling me that I can't make you come, that the one thing that I want is an impossible feat."

"No, that's not what I said. I can't come until you do, that's different."

"How? I eat you out and you can't come. That's awesome, Clarke!"

"I…" Clarke licked her lips, trying to find the right words. "I can because I see how worked up you get over it. I see how much you want me to and seeing you writhing on the bed, creating friction for yourself, I imagine you coming in your boxers. It's not fair, it's not right, but I can't help it. I've tried. I think seeing Echo together will help us figure it out."

"That's what you want?"

"It's her suggestion but I think it's worth a shot. She's helped you so much, Bellamy. You might not see it yet but I do."

"I'm still not a fully functioning human," Bellamy grimaced, sitting up and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed.

"And that's okay," Clarke said to his back. She knew he was dismissing her, that he needed time to think about it all. "It takes time and I understand that. I'm still working on me too."

"Our friends will be here soon, we should get ready."

"Are you two okay?" Octavia asked while Clarke was tossing the salad for their feast.

"I never really have an answer to that question," Clarke grimaced as Octavia picked up the basket of croissants.

"Oh, sorry, I thought…"

"No, you're fine. We had a fight this morning and I said something he misconstrued and we just need to talk about it."

"Okay, because he seems really hurt and you know I'll kill you if you hurt him."

Clarke laughed, her eyes going over to Bellamy talking animatedly with Miller in the living room. "Yeah, I know." She looked back to the salad with a soft sigh.

Something was off, something Clarke couldn't quite put her finger on and it had something to do with being with Bellamy. Their drastic 180 was the only thing coming to mind.