Chapter XXVI

"No, stop, stop!"

"Don't worry, princess, I've got this."

Clarke just stood there biting her lower lip, this could not end well.

"Aaaarrrgh! Mother fucker, Jesus Christ!"

Rushing indoors Clarke came back with a towel which she wrapped around Bellamy's hand. Stubborn sod! Why wouldn't he listen to her. It was clear that he had never chopped wood before. Men!

"Hey, hey, be gentle." Bellamy tried to pull his arm from her grip. But Clarke persisted and continued to wrap his hand not too gentle.

Somehow they had ended up here, in her childhood home. A cabin somewhere in Portland, where you would not be able to find it on a map. Which was the point according to Kane. Speaking of the man, he had once again disappeared without any notice again. God knows how long it was going to take before he returned.

"What do you mean she's gone?" Bellamy shouted.

"Calm down, mate, screaming won't magic her back here." Lincoln said calmly.

"Your big fucking moron! You were tasked with one task! And you still couldn't accomplish that much. Sometimes I wonder if we got the wrong guy or you simply fabricated your own history."

"Now, now, I assure that I'm the real deal. Question is, if you are ready to try it out."

"Guys, Monty says he's got something from Anya's earring." Raven shouted.

"Update me, Monty." Bellamy barked.

"Well, this is pretty ingenious if you ask me. This is not a simply rock you see. After careful analysis, we realized that there were something inscribed inside the rock."

"What like in diamonds?" Clarke asked curiously.

"Precisely. Now, I've been running all kind of combos to identify what the numbers means. And I think I've got it." Monty was typing a lot on his tablet and suddenly they got a bird's eye view over some greenery.

"It's a coordinate. I believe whatever is hidden there, must be of great importance." Monty finished.

"Where is this?" Raven asked.

"Portland." Clarke answered.

Now everyone was looking at her.

"I grew up in a similar environment." She said causally.

"Well, since you know the area, I'll go with you. Meanwhile, the rest of you try to get incriminating evidence against this Elizabeth Hunt. Last night's folly might have gotten us a semi confession, but it won't be enough. We need more concrete evidence." Bellamy barked.

Last night, after the Raven finally got in contact with the woman after a "successful" assignment, things did not go as planned. Instead of meeting Raven face to face, the bitch had made Raven meet her in an abandon parking lot. It was dark, and she had not come alone. Raven was cornered, when she tried to see the identity of the woman, she found herself the target of a dozen red lasers. Any sudden movement and bye bye.

They had installed a hidden camera on Raven, but to no use. And then they came back to HQ only to realize that Anya, somehow, had managed to escape. Though it was not said out loud, everyone knew that the only way she could have escaped, was with the help from someone on the inside. And from what Bellamy gathered from Clarke's Intel, there were some history between her and Lincoln. But there was not much they could do, Anya had left them a clue or a trap, but at this point he had no choice but to take the risk.

Both he and Clarke decided to get straight to the location instructed by Anya. It was some underground bunker of sort. It took them awhile to get through all the stuff that was in there, but it was clear that it had been some kind of safe haven for her people. There was money of course, lots of it in various currencies. Different types of IDs and passports, and other necessity. But then, after some time, Bellamy had found a bible. He could not say why he felt that it was odd. But the thing stood out like a sore thumb, and once opened he realized he was right. Instead of psalms, the book was hollow and inside were a few documents and a USB.

The USB had proved to be a treasure trove. There was all kind of information on it, but most importantly, was the detailed documentation on Elizabeth Hunt's activities. It showed that the woman had been in all kind of shoddy businesses, and she had been working with the Grounders for over 20 years. Clever girl, don't trust someone who's willing to sell out her own country.

Pocketing the content of the bible, Clarke and Bellamy left. It had turned dark as they came up from the bunker, and he had been so lost in thoughts that he had not seen the ravine before it was too late. Rolling down the slope he landed wrongly, and realized that he had twisted his ankle. Bloody brilliant.

"Bellamy?!" Clarke's voice sounded slightly panicked. Glad that he was missed, he shouted back with less force.

"Down here, damn ankle, I think it's twisted."

"Hang on, I'll come down."

"I'll be waiting… here." Like he could go anywhere in the dark and then was this matter of his ankle.

And now they were here, in a cabin in the middle of the woods, he had just managed to get the axe over his thumb somehow. He was glad that Clarke was not a real doctor, the way she treated his wound was rather the opposite. His other fingers were getting a purpleish colour. But she would not have him talking. Women.

They had decided that Bellamy needed treatment, or at least rest. Checking on the GPS, Clarke mentioned that she knew a place close by. It was not until they had arrived and a stunned Kane opened up the door, that Bellamy realized where they were.

Marcus Kane was just as he had imagined. Dark, with the built of a trained agent. He was a man of few words, which is how Clarke came to be that way too. He had just let them in; telling Clarke she could use her old room and Bellamy would have to be sufficient on the sofa. The next morning he was gone. Bellamy had asked Clarke about it, and she just shrugged and said something about him fetching supplies or something.

"Clarke?"

"Uhm?"

"What is this?"

"Mac and cheese."

Bellamy poked on his lump of solidness. Giving her a sceptic look, he tried to get a piece with his fork. But the whole sodden thing came up as brick. Looking over at her again, Clarke could feel the blood rush to her face.

"It tastes better than it looks." She said defiantly.

Taking a bit, Bellamy nearly chocked but he swallowed still. Clarke could not determine his expression and decided to take a bite too. Spitting it out the moment the tongue got a taste of it, she spit it out and rushed to get water.

"You ok?" She could hear the smirk off him.

"Oh, shut it!" She threw the dish towel at him.

And they both started to laugh. In the end, they found some frozen ready-made meal and settled on that.

"I figure you don't cook."

"Great deduction, Sherlock!"

"Ah, I finally found your weakness princess." Bellamy said between his chuckles.

"Wine?"

Bellamy looked over from where he was laying on the sofa. Clarke just came out of the shower wearing an oversized red flannel shirt. Her hair was still dripping wet. Smiling he said:

"You're offering?"

Clarke followed his gaze and hastily buttoned all buttons on her shirt. Giving him a stern look, she went and picked up two glasses and settled on the floor next to him.

They just sat there in a comfortable silence sipping their wine, listening to the flutters of the fireplace. Clarke seemed relaxed as she rid herself of her usual uptight posture and was leaning her back against the sofa.

Bellamy did not know when it had started, but her golden hair was just within reach, and with one had holding the wine glass, he started to play with her hair with the other.

Clarke seemed to enjoy the relaxing feeling, and closed her eyes.

Chuckling, Bellamy asked her:

"So this is where you grew up?"

"Mhm…not quite the castle you pictured, is it?"

"No. It's better."

Opening her eyes, she turned her head around so she could look at him.

"It's warm. I don't know much about Kane, but I can tell that he cared for you." Bellamy explained softly.

Settling back to her original position, with her back on the sofa, she said:

"I suppose I was lucky in that. But then again, I'm glad he taught me which end of the axe to avoid." She said cheeky.

"Ok. Fine, I guess, I'm way out of water here. City boy through and through."

"You've got your charms."

Putting his glass away, he rose to a sitting position and look at her astounded.

"Clarke Griffin, is that a compliment I'm sensing?"

"Perhaps."

"Fine. Princess, you've got my full devoted attention. Care to elaborate?"

Taking a sip of her wine, she put the glass on the floor and turned to face him.

"But what fun would that be?" Smiling she made a move to grab her glass again, but Bellamy stopped her.

"Well, if you are not willing, let me tell you a secret about you." He whispered.

"Oh?"

"You fancy me." And he could not help it, seeing her expression frozen like that, made him loose it. Doubling in laughter, he accidently knocked her glass over. Now having thelower half of her face covered in wine, as well as a wet shirt, she gave him a death glare.

"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny." Struggling to get up, Clarke attempted to leave and fix his mess.

But he recovered from his fit, and grabbed hold of her shirt. The combination of Clarke trying to walk and Bellamy holding her down, was a popping sound. Or rather, a few popping sounds. Looking for the source of the sound, he saw Clarke stare at her shirt in horror.
The old thing was not only wet and hugged the curves of her breasts, but after losing a few buttons she was well aware that Bellamy had a very good view of her cleavage.

She quickly freed herself from Bellamy's grip and tried to cover herself, but too late. Bellamy had already seen it. Around her neck, hung something familiar. A heart shaped necklace, the very same necklace he had put on her a long time ago. Seeing that Bellamy had seen it, colour rose to her cheeks, which had nothing to do with the wine.

Turning to leave, Bellamy was quicker and rose and grabbed hold of her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.

"Clarke…" his voice whispered.

There was silence for some time. But then Clarke met his eyes fearlessly and straight on. He could tell that she was trying to build that wall of hers. Like hell I'll let you, and without thinking further he kissed her. It was a brief kiss. Clarke did not react, and he left her soft lips with a sigh.

"If you don't mind, what the hell was that for?" Clarke asked.

Grazing his thumb across her lower lip and then licking it, he answered with a cheekiness befitting his name.

"Such a shame to waste such good wine."

Clarke's eye widened and she was ready to hit him on the chest. But it was clear that her heart was not in it, otherwise he would not have been able to grab her wrist.

"Unhand me, you're a barbarian."

"Oh, the princess likes it rough, huh?"

Their eyes were still locked upon each other, but then Clarke head banged Bellamy. He released her and was ready for a nasty retort when he felt her small hands around his neck forcing him to get closer, and she kissed him. Hard. Nothing like their previous exchanges. Her kiss demanded him to respond with the same fury passion and they were waltzing through the small space, knocking into things he did not care for.

Finally they both broke apart for some air.

"What was that for?" Bellamy asked breathlessly.

Tracing her hand down from his broad shoulder, down his chest and further down, she started to undo his pants.

"Clarke…" Bellamy stopped her wandering hand. "Are you sure?"

"Take it easy big boy, where's your sense of fun?"

She didn't have to tell him twice, with his pants undone he pushed her on the dining table and started to kiss her ferociously. His hand started to wander from her knees and up her thighs. And he then realized a surprising detail.

"Erm, Clarke?"

"Like my surprise?" She whispered in his ear.

"Really, Clarke," he murmured, sliding his hand to the soft and unprotected spot between her legs. "You really are prepared for anything."

"Mhm…ah! Don't stop." She took hold of his t-shirt and forced her way into his mouth again.

Bellamy worked with his finger inside of her, and it became harder for her to continue kissing him without arching her back and make the cutest noises he ever heard coming from her sweet lips.

"Oh, Bell. Don't stop." She pleaded breathlessly.

Smiling he withdrew his finger and buried himself in her face again. Tracing underneath her damn flannel shirt, he was pleased that she had not bothered with a bra. Those damn things were a pain to unhook. But then again, she had not been bothered with any panties either.

His hand found the curve of her breast. The previous glimpses he seen of them since they have known each other did not lie. Clarke had been granted the most gracious pair of breast for someone her size. Now kissing down her neck, he buried his other hand in her hair, forcing her to stay close to him.

Clarke hooked her legs around his waist and he lifted her up from the table and put her gently down on the rug in front of the fireplace.

Taking a break from her embrace, he removed his shirt in a swift move. Bending down, he kept on kissing her, her mouth, her cheek, her neck, and he kept nosing further down. His hands, one still on her breast, the other placed her leg across his waist so he could have a firmer hold over her cute little butt.

Meanwhile, her hands were scratching his back. He knew she was a feisty one, but hell. Bellamy realized after he was kissing her down her neck towards her cleavage that she was still wearing that damn flannel shirt, so he stopped and rose slightly.

"Bell?" Clarke looked over at him questioningly.

"Don't worry, princess, I've just started."

And he ripped the rest of the shirt open and got a full view of her true beauty.

"Oh, the princess likes it rough, huh?"

What was she doing? Clarke had no clue what got into her. She had been annoyed over the spilled wine and then the destruction of her shirt. It had been her favourite, damnation.

Licking her lips, she revelled in the feeling of his lips on her, and realized that she wanted more. Looking at him, there was no doubt the hunger that was reflected in Bellamy's eyes. Smiling, she could not help but like the feeling of being desired. She did not know whether it was the wine or simply deprivation, she wanted him badly. And so did her body, judging by the wetness that had started to form between her legs.

Tracing her fingers down across his chest, she circled his nipples and she felt them stiffen underneath that flimsy t-shirt. His breathing was getting more laboured and she grinned. Tracing his fine chest she continued downwards to his manhood, but was hindered by his jeans. She was halfway to unhook them when Bellamy stopped her.

"Clarke…are you sure?"

"Take it easy big boy, where's your sense of fun?"

He let her finish what she started. Not surprised she saw his cock stand up at its end through his underwear. But then she was assaulted by Bellamy's wandering hands.

"Erm, Clarke?"

Giggling, she realized he had noticed her surprise. But really, it has been a spontaneous decision since she had not brought another pair of panties with her, and she decided to wash the ones she had and go all natural tonight.

"Like my surprise?" She whispered in his ear.

"Really, Clarke," he murmured, sliding his hand to the soft and unprotected spot between her legs. "You really are prepared for anything."

He was gentle. Teasing her no doubt. His finger found its way into her, eager for him to go on deeper, she shifted, but Bellamy had the control and would not let her move. She would just have to satisfy herself by kissing him senseless. But he got edgier and she could barely stay contained, and before she could stop herself, she released a few moans. He was in deep now, not being able to stay, she broke the kiss and dug her nails into his shoulders, whilst arching her head backwards.

Smiling, he left her wanting more. She could feel his touch all over her, and when his large hand finally cupped her breast she could not help but moan again. Wrapping her legs across his waist he carried her down to the soft rug.

He stopped. Confused she asked:

"Bell?"

But she had not need to worry.

"Don't worry, princess, I've just started."

All this time he was kissing her and marking her body with his hands, she could feel his erected manhood tickle the inside of her thigh. Letting out her frustration, she started to claw his back. That's for teasing and making me suffer, she thought. He finally ripped her last piece of armour and just looked at her. At first she grew hot under his scrutinizing look but then she saw his eyes – raw with hunger. Understanding, she arched her eyebrow and licked her index finger, not ever breaking the eye contact.

Consumed by his hunger, he took hold off both her wrists and pinned them down on either side and started to attack her with the wetness of his tongue all over her body. She could barely contain it, she was so ready. But he was not done. Sucking her nipple – which sent her above the Himalayas, he grazed his teeth and nudged them, sending Clarke a jolt of pleasuring pain.

In her compromised position she could do little when Bellamy was sucking hard on her nipples. Still, feeling his cock tickling her clit, she had, had enough.

"Bellamy, release me." Her tone told him that he would regret it if he did not comply.

And so he released her hands. Now smiling, she dropped her hands down to his pride. She ripped the last piece of clothing preventing them to join completely. Stroking it teasingly at first, she could see him struggling for composure.

"Oh, Clarke…" He tried but was cut out fast when Clarke dug her nails into his penis.

His fault for making her wait, all this time, she thought. Releasing him, she used her strong legs to kick him away from her. He landed on the sofa with less grace than a drunkard. Oh well.

Clarke jumped him only seconds after his head hit the softness of the sofa. Straddling him, she worked her magic over him. She grazed her tongue over his ear and moved further down.

"Oh, Clarke…" Bellamy was struggling hard.

She tried to right herself up, but her grabbed her fine hips and pushed her against his still hardening cock. Realizing he would not give up his control over her just yet, she started to kiss him ferociously instead. He wanted her so bad, he was halfway into an upright sitting position but she broke the kiss and shoved him hard back down. Smiling she bent down for some more, scratching him across his chest with her razor sharp nails. At first he flinched, but then he brought her equal pain by pulling her away from him by her roots. Looking at each other briefly, he then smack their lips back together.

Clarke figured she had taken sufficient revenge already and heaved herself over his manhood. He broke their kiss with a gasp once his cock penetrated her. Grinning, Clarke forced him up to a right up position and buryed his face between her breasts. He started suckling hard, and she began to rock.

Going slowly, she could sense her own pleasure reflected in Bell. Smiling she leaned down to place a brief kiss on his lips. Removing his hands from her waist, where he had them rested, he grabbed her neck and forced her lips back to his. With every thrust she felt herself tremble. Bellamy followed her suit and they were increasing both force and speed. The pleasuring pain made Clarke grab his neck hair to deepen their kiss. For each thrust she felt him deeper inside her.

It was close, she had to break apart from his lips. Going all in, she increased the rocking and felt it. Grabbing fistful of his hair, she felt him reach his peak and not long after, came the satisfying syllable sound from his breathless lips. Oh, look at that, 1-0 to the princess.

CHAPTER NOTES

First of all, I want to thank you all for reading this fic.

Secondly, I want to apologise. I know I promised with the other chapter a quick release, but there came up some complications, without going into much further details.

This chapter is extra long, my way of overcompensating. Thank you for reading.

Much love,

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