The next week Clarke avoided the house and Bellamy. She was up before the sun, morning chores done and out practicing riding. She would pull back in right before dinner, inhale food and head to her house for the night. The past few nights she avoided the main house altogether, he watched her walk to the house, and he could see she was having a hard time moving to fast, she was going to get hurt and he wasn't going to stand by idly watching.

The next morning she flicked the barn light on and let out a blood curdling shriek. There stood Bellamy leaning against the horse stalls.

"What are you doing out here?, in the dark?, scared me half to death" she yelled at him.

"I finished chores already" he stated.

"It's four in the morning, did you sleep at all?" she asked.

"Yeah, I slept."

"Okay then, well I'll be on my way" she stated limping towards the barn door.

"Not so fast" he said jingling the keys in his hand.

"Bellamy, don't be a dick, I have stuff to do."

"Yeah, I can see that. I can also see you are in pain. You aren't practicing today."

"Who are you to tell me I'm not practicing?"

"Clarke, take my advice, I'm a professional rider remember" he replied seriously, his voice taking the arrogant road.

"Bellamy, I can ride as well as you if not better, don't feed me your crap"she snapped.

"Then listen to me as your friend, your body needs to recover, you can't take two more days of practice followed by the rodeo the next day. You practiced enough, lay off till the event" he said walking towards her.

"I'm fine, really"

"Then come get the keys" he replied holding them out. He watched her step forward, her whole body stiffened and she favored her side trying to hide the limp. He sighed.

"Griffin, you are too stubborn for your own good. Let's go" He stated walking past her.

"Go where? just give me the keys and I will go"

"Fat chance, I'll see you in the main house" He could hear what sounded like a growl fall from her lips as he left her behind. A few minutes later Bellamy heard the front door slam.

"Up here" he called quietly, seeing as Octavia was still sleeping. She took the steps one painful step at a time, slowly making her way to his room. A light floral smell filled the upstairs. He stepped out of the bathroom.

"Get undressed, and get in there" he said stepping to the side. She could see the jacuzzi tub filled to the brim, bubbles covering the surface of the water. It looked so inviting, getting dressed was a task and undressed even more so. She sighed looking defeated.

"I'll be fine Bell, thanks though" she replied turning. He blocked her path walking her backwards into the bathroom and closing the door behind them.

"What's the defeated look for?" his eyes studied hers, she had no margin for error. She gave up trying to hide her pain.

"Clothes are a task, took a few hard falls on that side yesterday" she replied looking back at the water.

"Do you want help?" he asked quietly.

"Not really" she replied with a huff.

"Let me rephrase that, do you need help?"

"Probably" her voice was quiet, the most vulnerable he's ever heard her.

"Alright then" he replied, his hands moving to her waist. Her eyes met his as she felt his hands slide her shirt up. He eased her out of it. Bright purple marks along her side caught his attention, the outside lined in yellow and green bruises, he could see where they disappeared under the waistband of her jeans. His eyes moved along her body, his gaze moving across her chest. Of all things for her to have on...a black lace bra. He looked up to her, a slight blush crossing her cheeks. His mouth suddenly dry.

"Sorry, I , Uh" he fumbled over words, she began unbuttoning her jeans.

"Bellamy, you are human, help me out of these please" she distracted him from himself.

"What does that mean? Do you check me out?" he asked with a smirk sliding them over her hips, revealing matching underwear. He slid the jeans down her legs so she could step out of them.

"Nope" she replied with a smirk.

"You lie" he accused narrowing his eyes at her playfully. He ran his hand up her bruised side lightly, checking her over.

"Turn around, face the tub" he spoke softly. She felt his hands move across her back and unclip her bra. She willed her body to relax, but her heart was racing. His hands moved over her skin sliding the straps down over her arms. He pulled it away and tossed it to the side, his hands moving to her waist slowly moving her underwear down to her ankles where she stepped out of them.

"I'm not gonna lie, your body is flawless" he replied, a husky tone replacing his normal voice. Her eyes moved to the mirror where he was watching her.

"Your not so bad yourself" She replied, her voice low and seductive. His eyes flashed with hunger, mirroring hers. He stepped towards her to say something when a light knock sounded at the door.

"Hey, are we having a party in the bathroom? Can I come in?" Octavia asked.

"Uh, yeah, just give me a sec" Clarke replied. Bellamy assisted her into the water watching her sink in to her neck. His gaze lingering on hers momentarily.

"You gonna let her in?"Clarke asked quietly.

"Do I have to?" He chuckled.

"Yes" she laughed flicking water at him.

"Hey, your playing with fire Griffin" he stated before opening the door.

"Guess it's a good thing I'm wet then" she replied.

"Whoa, Virgin Ears" Octavia laughed. Clarke's face burned red and Bellamy laughed on the way to his room.

"Octavia I"

"Oh hell no, I don't even want to know, just needed a tooth brush" she cut her off grabbing the brush and closing the door. Clarke dunked her self hoping it would cleanse the embarrassment.

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Sorry it's so short. Will get another one up in the next few days :)