A/N Just because ZouZou asked so nicely.
Clarke
Clarke is walking towards the house when she almost collides with Wells who is walking out the backdoor of the house.
"Hey, Clarke. How did it go with your Mom?"
Clarke's surprised expression turns to one of relief and she smiles.
"Good, actually. Bellamy charmed her and her friends and then we got out of there before Mom had a chance to say much of anything."
Wells grins at her.
"You've gotten very good at knowing just how to handle your mother."
Clarke laughs with him.
"I've had yeeears of practice."
After a minute of laughing, Clarke looks up at sobers a bit.
"I never got the chance to ask about your mother."
Wells laughter dies and the smile on his face turns sad.
"My mother died when I was very small. I don't remember her very well. Cancer."
Clarke places her hand on Wells' arm and holds his eyes.
"I'm sorry. My Dad died of a massive stroke, but I had him until I was sixteen."
The two almost-siblings look out over the crowd together and smile at Marcus walking up behind Abby to kiss her cheek and Abby turning with a brilliant smile towards him.
"They are good for each other."
Clarke says after a minute and nudges Wells with her elbow, awarding her a big smile from him as Bellamy sneaks around a corner of the party tent to join them in the doorway.
Bellamy
"Can I get a bottle of Moet and two glasses please?" He asks the bartender as he inconspicuously hands him a fifty. The bartender accepts the money and reaches back to grab a chilled bottle and two glasses.
"Just don't let the bride-to-be see that, I could lose my job." He says with a nervous look around the tent and Bellamy smiles at him.
"Not a problem, man. Thanks."
Bellamy heads towards the backdoors of the house, choosing the route with the most cover, but pauses just outside the back doors when he hears Clarke's voice talking to Wells. Bellamy walks around the corner with the bottle and glasses hidden behind his back as he leans against the open door.
"Bellamy. Good to see you survived your encounter with Abby." The men chuckle and Clarke smirks without taking her suddenly heated gaze off Bellamy.
"I was just going to give Bellamy a tour of the house." She says and in his peripheral Bellamy sees Wells dart a look between them before taking a step forward.
"Well, I was just going to go talk to Abby about something that urgently needs her attention… for at least an hour." Wells says with a barely contained grin before walking away and Bellamy straightens from his lean against the door to walk towards Clarke as she grins and turns to escape quickly to the grand staircase at the front of the house. He all but chases her through the house as she nods quick greetings to a few people and then swings around the bannister and races up the stairs with Bellamy right behind her.
At the top of the stairs Clarke turns to grab his hand and leads Bellamy down a long carpeted hallway to a non-descript door with Clarke's name across it in powder pink letters. He tugs her to a stop and presses Clarke up against her bedroom door to kiss her deeply, his free hand drifting over her with reverence. Clarke's hands come up to tangle in his curls as she returns his kiss with zealousness.
After a minute or so of rubbing up against each other and kissing like they're already naked, Clarke reaches back and turns the doorknob to open the door and they tumble inside the room, laughing.
Bellamy takes their moment of separation to have a quick look around at Clarke's childhood bedroom as he kicks the door shut behind him and locks it. He pauses for a longer look around the room before his gaze falls back on Clarke and he tries and fails to smother his laughter.
"Wow. You really are a princess, it seems."
Clarke's face turns bright red and she laughs nervously as she ducks her head a bit.
"Yeah, well, my Mom always wanted to make me into one."
Bellamy walks over to place the bottle of champagne and glasses on the white and gold painted side table as he looks around again and Clarke stands embarrassed in the middle of the room. He eyes the giant, white four-poster bed, complete with gossamer curtains and dozens of cutesy pillows. His eyes start darting around the room as Clarke's shoulder's drop and she marches over to the ornate closet doors.
"My mother always wanted a dainty, sweet princess but she got me instead." She says with a smirk as Bellamy continues to take all the white, gold and pink, splashed all over the room and Clarke stands waiting for him to finish as she holds the handles of her closet.
"She never let me change anything in the room, so I started hiding this and she pointedly ignored it." She says as she opens the closet doors with a flourish and steps back for Bellamy to see the backs of the doors covered in band posters, ticket stubs and candid photos of Clarke and her friends.
Bellamy smiles and walks closer to wrap his arms around her and study Clarke's revealed secret. His gaze rolls over all the silly photos of a younger, Clarke and Octavia in various situations. He points to the picture of Clarke and Octavia in their prom dresses on his front lawn as he wraps an arm around Clarke's waist.
"I took that one." He comments, and Clarke rolls her eyes and laughs.
"I know. Octavia insisted on meeting our dates at the prom because she was worried you would threaten them." She says and Bellamy grins wider.
"Yeah, she had no idea that I had already cornered the little jerks at school to have a chat with them."
Clarke's face snaps to Bellamy's with surprise and then she gets thoughtful.
"I thought they were overly well-behaved." She says with a laugh and then turns towards Bellamy to toy with the buttons of his jacket as his attention moves back to the woman in his arms.
"Any more secrets you wanna show me?" He asks in a low, teasing voice as he leans in to kiss along her throat.
Clarke closes her eyes and drapes herself over him as she answers.
"A few, but a girl has to keep some mystery."
Bellamy smiles into her neck and turns them towards the bed as Clarke's fingers start loosening his tie. His lips find hers as he shrugs his jacket off and tosses it to the floor and Clarke pushes him back onto the bed.
A face catches his eye, above him, Bellamy looks up to see the underside of the bed canopy covered in sexy posters and laughs.
"I found another secret." He says as Clarke grins and hikes up her dress to climb into his lap and opens his unbuttoned shirt even wider.
"I forgot about that one." She says as she follows Bellamy's gaze up for a moment before returning to kissing him and tugs on one end of his tie, sliding around his neck and off into her hands. Bellamy squeezes Clarke's shapely ass through her dress and pulls the hem up higher as she flattens him onto his back and grins down at him with his tie wrapped around her fingers.
"Now, what are you going to do with that?" He asks with a devilish smirk as he settles himself onto her bed and throws one arm behind his head. Bellamy watches Clarke's expression turn from mock thoughtfulness as she taps her chin with her finger, to one of pure hedonism as she tightens the tie in her hands and leans forward to brush her covered breasts over his chest.
"Something very unprincess-like." She purrs up at him as she presses forwards to take one of his wrists and loop the tie around it.
Bellamy's brain is jumping around between thoughts of 'yesyesyesyesyes' and 'is she really doing this' and 'holy shit, I can't believe we're really doing this'.
Clarke, meanwhile is reaching back to claim his other hand and pull it up to join the other, tied to the delicate metal headboard of her bed. That done, Clarke slips off his lap to stand beside the bed and Bellamy gives her a questioning look.
Clarke turns around and Bellamy's eyes watch her fingers slowly pull down the zipper of her dress until the pink satin falls from her body to pool around her pretty sparkly heels. His mouth drops open slightly when Bellamy's gaze moves back up to see the black mesh corset and matching thong wrapped around his girlfriend.
Clarke looks over her tattooed shoulder at him and Bellamy swallows thickly.
"Wow." He croaks out and Clarke lets out a loud laugh as she turns to face him.
She crawls back to her place, straddling his lap with a big sweet smile, at odds with her racy black lingerie.
"One more secret my mother tried to cover up." She says with a laugh at her fancy dress on the floor before she leans in to rake her fingernails up his arms and lie across his chest.
"I am so glad that I'm the one you are sharing this particular secret with." He says while dragging his gaze away from the distracting breasts pressed against his chest to her smiling face.
"You're the only one I want to share this one with." She says as she kisses Bellamy hard, swiping her tongue along the seam of his lips until he opens to her.
Bellamy is just starting to relax into the familiarity of kissing Clarke as her fingers run up and down his arms and chest. He relishes being at the mercy of the blonde vixen writhing in his lap as Clarke kisses down his throat and chest, pausing to lick swirls around his flat nipples and then continuing down until she reaches the edge of his pants. She keeps kissing his hard stomach as her quick hands open the front of his pants, releasing some of the pressure confining his erection.
Bellamy's breathing is already starting to become laboured as Clarke pulls his pants and boxer-briefs down so that she can stroke him up and down as she kisses and nips the sensitive spots around his dick. His hands are straining against the restraints as Clarke looks up into his eyes before licking him from base to tip and then pushing the soft head of his cock between her lips and giving it a good suck.
Bellamy opens his eyes to watch Clarke's head come up and lean over him to swipe the bottle of Moet off the bedside table before returning to his exposed crotch with a huge grin on her beautiful face. Ready for more, Bellamy watches, fascinated, as Clarke pops the cork on the bottle and fills her mouth with bubbly before leaning down and carefully sucking his cock back into her mouth.
The sensations of the bubbles and Clarke's tongue swirling around his head make Bellamy gasp and pull against his restraints for a few seconds as a loud moan escapes his mouth. He is immediately shushed by an amused Clarke as she swallows the bubbly and resumes pumping his cock into her warm mouth as Bellamy tries to keep himself as quiet as possible.
Bellamy is managing a modicum of control until he sees one of Clarke's hands disappear between her legs and she moans around his cock. His resolve lasts only a few minutes more before he's begging Clarke to release him, so he can touch her, to which she replies by slowing her onslaught on his cock and then crawling back up Bellamy's chest, opening the front off her corset to let her breasts dangle just out of reach of his mouth and reaches up to untie his hands.
The second he is free, Bellamy has Clarke's waist in his hands and is flipping them over, so he can bury his face in her breasts and reach down to slide her thong aside. He slips one long finger inside her, making her smother a groan into one of the many pillows on the bed.
In his feverish state, Bellamy sighs with relief that Clarke is as ready for him, as he is for her, and he surges forward to slide the tip of his cock inside her. Sighing loudly in relief, Bellamy slams forward and sheathes himself inside Clarke as she screams her ecstasy into one of the pillows that hasn't fallen off the bed and arches up towards him.
"If you were trying to get me worked up enough to make this fast, Clarke, that's exactly what you're going to get, darlin." He pants out as he thrusts hard into her over and over and then licks his thumb to press it firmly against Clarke's clit, sending her tumbling over the edge of orgasm.
Bellamy is seconds behind her with his own orgasm and grips her hips and kisses her hard as he releases inside her.
They sink further into the soft bed as Bellamy's chest heaves and he gathers Clarke in close to cuddle her next to him and share a naughty grin.
"I think you planned this, Griffin." He says with a laugh as he kisses the end of her nose and she snuggles in closer.
"Well, you know now that I'm all about the sneaky secrets."
Bellamy rolls onto his back and laughs up at the posters above him.
Their cuddling is interrupted by a ringing, emanating from the bedroom floor and Clarke, upon hearing the sound, shifts over Bellamy to hang off the side of the bed and grab his suit jacket off the floor. Bellamy holds onto her waist as she dangles half-off the bed and after a moment of fumbling, Clarke pulls her phone out of a pocket and frowns at it.
"Wells says we have approximately ten minutes until my mother starts looking for me."
She shifts back onto the bed and turns her head to look at Bellamy.
"We can make ourselves presentable and stay to mingle or throw ourselves together and sneak out to go continue this at your place."
Bellamy grins at her knowingly.
"Do I really need to answer that?"
Clarke grins wider and gives him a quick kiss before hopping off the bed to start stuffing herself back into her corset and hunting for her dress and shoes. Bellamy slides off the bed and starts re-buttoning his shirt and pulling up his pants, musing that he is still mostly dressed as he grabs his jacket and wanders over to impede Clarke's progress with kisses and hands in distracting places.
The two of them finally manage to cover themselves but are very aware that their rendezvous is obvious in their dishevelled appearance.