Chapter 13:

Jasper and Harper were granted their own apartment—that being said, they were bound to get in slight amounts of trouble. Octavia Blake and Lincoln were locked in the "guest" bedroom (a room Jasper was avoiding because he knew it was for 'future children' not his friends) while Jasper and Harper were in the master bedroom celebrating their honeymoon again. Clarke, Monty, and Miller were watching "Man of the House" in the living room with some smuggled beer that Octavia had snuck in under her parka on the shuttle.

Bellamy wasn't with her. Clarke tried not to think about it too much because she didn't want to ruin the night.

They sat on a brown couch that was extremely comfortable. Miller's legs were spread as he put his beer in between his legs because Harper decided that she didn't want drinks on her table. Monty was sitting on his legs in a crisscrossed manner and Clarke was just leaning back into the plush comfort with her legs crossed at her ankles because she was wearing a t-shirt dress. She peered over at her boyfriend and exhaled longingly in his ear for fun. He looked attractive in white…it brought out his skin. She'd had a taste of what he could give her now and she was slightly addicted.

She felt Miller's hand on her upper thigh and looked over at him with a sly smirk. She leaned forward, pressing a promising kiss to his lips. He wanted her badly, she could tell by the look in his eyes. "I need a girlfriend." Monty gagged before swallowing the last of his beer. "How does it feel to live with Octavia, Clarke?"

"It's temporary and it's nice." Clarke said, returning to her spot before she got carried away like Octavia and Lincoln had earlier. "Sharing a bed with a girl is like…well, it's wonderful."

Monty's mouth dropped open a little, "Tell me more." He used his southern accent to prompt her for details.

"I'll just let your imagination fill in the blanks."

"Might not want to do that Clarkie." Monty winked, standing up from the couch. "Did you know you can lift open some of the floor panels? It's pretty cool. I could make moonshine or something and store it under there." It would be nice to have a little party…

"Or you could go to jail." Clarke said nonchalantly, "You know—I don't think you would look good in orange."

Miller cleared his throat, "Not actually orange. Plain clothes, actually."

"Oh…" Clarke shrugged, "I guess you'll just look like a dope, then."

Monty left after a few exchanges using some pretty explicit sign language. Clarke was laughing as the door shut. "Octavia seems like a good friend." Miller said, making conversation despite his growing erection. Clarke put her head on his chest to be closer to him. "Strong being here all alone…well, I guess she has you. How do you do it, Clarke? Make friends so fast."

"Her brother kissed me." Clarke said, knowing it wasn't the right time to talk about it. She just let it slip out of her mouth. She wasn't going to connect with Miller in that way if there were secrets between them…she didn't like that. She'd never liked having secrets.

Miller looked at her, there was only a flicker of something resembling jealousy in his eyes but he relaxed. He cleared his throat for the second time that night. She wondered if she'd passed on Octavia's cold to him…or maybe when they were in her bed he inhaled or something. "I don't blame him for kissing you." She let her cheek rest on his chest again when they settled. "You expected me to be jealous."

"I've seen you punch someone in the face for accidentally touching my ass."

"Firstly, that was no accident. Holt did that shit on purpose. Secondly…I don't know…I could see why he would kiss you. I would kiss you. You're beautiful, you're smart—you were in a pressurized situation…and I know that you love me. Sure, it makes me want to fight. You're my girl, I'd knock out Monty if he got handsy even though I know he's your best friend and it wouldn't mean anything…I just have faith in us."

Clarke understood, "So I guess I should tell you part two."

"Part two?" Miller asked, "What's part two?"

"He asked me to stay on the ground with him. He asked me to make that choice…" It felt right telling Miller what had happened on Earth. "That was him on the phone last night."

"Clarke…" He said, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're my boyfriend and it doesn't feel right keeping secrets. I don't love him. I don't want to be with him. He's coming up on the next shuttle and I thought you should know about what went on down there."

He kissed her hair, "I appreciate your honesty."

"Lincoln and I also got married. I'm sorry baby, but I couldn't stay away." Clarke started joking around because she didn't like the silence that formed around the room. "It's the tattoos…maybe if you let him put a needle in your skin."

"I'm sure that would go over well." He snorted, looking over at her with his piercing eyes. She smiled knowing exactly where things were leading.

"I'd get one if you got one."

"No you wouldn't." He said, "Because your mom would have a heart attack."

Clarke reached, taking the beer out of his lap and putting it on the table, despite Harper's wishes, so she could straddle his lap comfortably. He looked up at her and laughed, "Harper's not going to like that."

"Probably won't like the fact we're about to have sex on her couch, either." She kissed his jaw, letting his hand slide up her dress. She pressed their lips together, opening her mouth to accept his tongue. She moaned his name into his ear. He reacted the way she wanted him to react. Their kisses deepened, their passion igniting over and over again. She was confident this was going to be their best yet…

But they were rudely interrupted by Octavia and Lincoln walking out of the room. Miller's hands pulled Clarke's dress down and she climbed off of him quickly before they really saw anything. He looked over at her and smiled, "I think we're going to call it a night." Clarke said, "Its 1:30 and I'm sure our parents are looking for us."

"Is that what they're calling it these days? Curfew?" Clarke stood up at Lincoln's accusation with a smirk.

She snorted while she grabbed Miller's hand, "I know we're definitely not going to take it to the guest room. It was already used and I'm not one for passing on body sweat."

"Says the person that cuddles." Octavia said pointedly.

Clarke rolled her eyes, "I'll see you when I get home."

"Okie dokie sissy."

Miller and Clarke walked the hallways, their laughter echoing along the walls as they talked about their friends. She felt so…normal. That normality made her guilty. Still, she was in love with this person—she wanted to be happy with Miller. Happiness couldn't be contained and she was lucky to have a moment of it.

She savored every moment of it.