Chapter 19

The beginning is going to be plot and the rest smut. Next couple chapter are going to be intense and bloody!

By the time the sun had started to set Clarke and Murphy had dragged all the bones to the front of Arkcadia. They had dug over thirty graves, their hands started to blister and rip around mid day, but they kept going.

The three warriors Bellamy had send with them patrolled the whole time, making sure no threat would get near the two. It did help that Arkcadia was surrounded with wires. Despite no longer handing electricity, it would slow a threat down.

"I'm so damn happy we brought the horses." Murphy muttered as he managed to pull himself onto the wild animal.

Clarke nodded in agreement. She was so unbelievably tired that she wasn't sure why they were riding home at all. If they stayed over right they would have an earlier start that next morning.

Miller was the one who told her they really did need to head back. Bellamy made it very clear that they weren't to stay outside the village over night. They were already chancing Bellamy coming after them by staying till sundown.

"We should really ask for some help tomorrow. If you won't we aren't going to be done in time." Clarke knew he was right, but she didn't want to ask anyone to do that. "I'll ask around when we get back tonight."

"Only ask the ones down by the fire. A lot of the kids were staying huddled together today, most of them are pretty shocked about what happened here."

Murphy nodded, promising her that he wouldn't push at anyone who still needed time.

The next day they did have more help, twelve of the boys and two girls volunteered to help with the burial. They dug hundreds of graves. Each person getting their own.

Closer to the end, Miller sent Sage to join them. They were done a little after dark and Clarke knew Miller would get in shit for it. He knew what they all did, all the bodies they had buried, leaving the remaining six only to come back tomorrow wasn't worth it.

Clarke promised to take the blame from Bellamy. He had been slightly put out by them coming home after it was dark last time. Especially with the threat to Clarke's life and the fallout so fresh for everyone.

Unlike the night before, Bellamy was in their cabin, not waiting at the main gate for them.

"I'm sorry we are back so late." Clarke said before she fully shut the door.

"Everyone ok?" She nodded, "Good."

"I know we can't take 48 people through the woods to the burial sight. Once the war is done and this is all over, I want to take them there. Maybe spend a night at the drop ship."

Bellamy stood, from the table. "I'm sure they'd like that."

"What I'd really like right now is a shower. I stink."

Bellamy laughed, gesturing toward their bathroom. Clarke offered him a tired smile as she passed, all she could think about was the cool water on her dirt covered body. She imagined the others were doing the same as her.

While she was brushing out her hair, towel wrapping her clean body, Bellamy entered the bathroom.

"I've missed you around here, it's been quiet during the day."

Clarke snorted. "Octavia must have been pretty busy too then."

"Left me with none of my girls around."

Putting down her brush Clarke turned to look at him, "I'm here now, what are you going to do with me?"

Bellamy smirked, letting his eyes slowly drag down the length of her body and then back up. By the time he made it back to her eyes, Clarke's pupils were blown wide.

Reaching into the small bathroom, Bellamy took hold of her wrist and pulled her to him. Their lips met and he blindly lead them backward, until he felt the couch at his calves.

Dropping down into the seat, Bellamy pulled Clarke to him. Each of her legs naturally opening to frame his.

The towels rough material suddenly felt too rough on Clarke's nipples. She whimpered against Bellamy's lips, squirming to find a comfortable position in his lap.

Clarke undid Bellamy's pants, he rose up to help her push the material down his legs. Their lips moved methodically against each other.

Instead of letting him push into her right away, Clarke took his hands threading her fingers between his. Adjusting her hips, Clarke settled down on top of Bellamy, his length pressed between his stomach and her folds.

Bellamy groaned, head dropping back onto the couch. Clarke's eyes fluttered shut as she slid along him, she kissed along his shoulders and neck.. Bellamy's fingers twitched in hers and his hips flexed upward.

Not having been intimate since before she'd left for Luna's, Clarke felt her orgasm coming fast. She knew Bellamy loved being inside her when she came, so Clarke released one of his hands. Taking his slick cock she positioned the head at her entrance. Bellamy's free hand went to her hip, so he could guide her.

"Slow." He told her, he was near his end too, but he wasn't ready to come yet.

He watched as Clarke took him inch by inch. Her body was shaking at the effort of taking her time when she had been so close to coming not seconds before.

Moving their still intertwined hands, Bellamy brought them between their bodies. He grazed his knuckles against her clit, Clarke panted, her head falling back and then rolling to the side. He repeated the movement several more times. Clarke was clenched down on him so hard, he knew she was so damn close. A little crinkle in her forehead.

Getting his hips involved, Bellamy rolled them in time with his knuckles. Clarke's body tensed, her fingers gripped his and her brow frowned as she started to shake.

Her release was sharp and fast, she fell into his shoulder to quiet her moans.

Bellamy kissed the shell of her ear and her neck, not being able to reach much else. Clarke hips were still twitching and rolling into his. Bellamy met her hips with an upward roll of his own. He ran his hand up and down her thigh and back in a smoothing motion.

He felt her truly relax for the first time since she came back from Luna's.

Wrapping his arm around her to keep her body against his. Bellamy rolled them, so he was above her, rested between her still trembling legs.

Clarke whined as he moved inside her, adjusting to the new position.

"I want to set some rules for when we leave." He told her softly.

Clarke looked up at him, she flexed her stomach muscles, Bellamy groaned as she squeezed around him.

"You want to walk about rules right now?"

"It's all I've been thinking about." He confessed honestly, how he was going to keep her safe on a battle field.

Clarke reached up, pulling him down to her, she kissed him and rolled her body into his. She made small nosies in the back of her throat. Bellamy's hips surged forward on instinct.

"I'm not going anywhere tonight," She told him between kisses. "We have time."

That ended the conversation for the time being.

The next day Bellamy was all set up with his men and the kids Clarke insisted needed to go with with as well. She had already promised them they could go. While Bellamy wasn't too happy about that, he didn't want to leave those boys behind to cause problems with his Heda.

Clarke was collecting medical supplies she wanted to bring with her. Herbs and different bandages. She was going there to face the enemy who killed her family, she was also a healer. That part of her could never fade away, no matter how mad she was.

Everyone who was planning to come with them was spending the day packing and going to the river for a deep cleaning. It might be a while before they could be that clean again.

Once Bellamy was done with Anya for the morning, he came to get Clarke.

He's asked her to wait for him, she knew it was because he didn't want her going out unprotected. Or going with some adolescent boy who wouldn't keep his eyes or god forbid his hands to himself.

When they got to the river, there were only a couple of the villagers splashing around to get clean.

Bellamy lead Clarke around the bend slightly, so they wouldn't be as easily seen.

They stripped down and jumped into the cold water. Clarke gasped as she came up, the cold having took her breath away.

She started to wash up but Bellamy pulled the cloth from her hand, throwing it to a nearby rock.

"Hey, what are you-?" Clarke exclaimed, turning to look at him.

"Turn around." He told her.

Clarke took in his dark eyes and the fact that his voice was a could octavos lower.

Shivering, she hid her smile shaking her head. She had seen grounder couple having sex in the lake before, in a more open area. Even a couple of the teens had been brave enough to feel each other up under the water.

"People can see." She told him, thinking that might deter him.

His eyes landed on the water, where her body was hidden from him. The ever flowing current of the river, making everything under the water distorted.

"Lose your sense of adventure Princess?"

She scoffed at him. "Seeing how many times I've seen people have sex in here, it's not that adventurous. In fact, I'm willing to bet that you yourself have had sex in this river before."

Bellamy looked smug. "Nope, I haven't."

"Yeah ohkay."

She's not sure how it happened. One second Bellamy was in front of her, and the next he had her back to his chest and his hand rested low on her stomach.

"Bellamy." She warned him.

Though she was slightly not comfortable with this, she knew if she really didn't want to do this all she'd have to do was say so. But Bellamy pushed her to do things that made her nervous, things she wouldn't do on her own. Or with anyone else really, it was a testament to how much she trusted him.

"Hold on to me." He told her, hands running softly over her naked body.

Clarke twitched in his hold, her nerves at attention. Body reacting to him how it always did.

When his calloused palm roughly moved over her clit, Clarke panicked, hands reaching out for blankets only succeeding in slapping water.

Bellamy chuckled softly against her ear. Taking her right arm he brought it up to his neck so she could hold onto him. Her other hand grabbed his bicep to steady herself.

Her ass pressed back into him with the repositioning. Bellamy preferred to see his girls face while he makes her fall apart in his arms. But this position, though they didn't do it often, has its perks.

Clarke had to give up some of her precious control and let him take care of her. She was also more vulnerable like this without his body covering her front. He loved that she let him do it, especially here in the open.

She had to know if anyone were to make their way over to them, Bellamy would never let them take a look at her. Especially not while she had that peaceful fucked out look on her face.

He know she had only really been with two people. Both of which were dead now. Bellamy never met Wells, Clarke's best friend. but he had met Finn a few times near the end. While her number of sexual partners was a lot smaller than his, it still bothered him to think about another mans hands on her.

"You going to behave for me Princess?" He asked, his palm keeping a steady pressure against her bundle of nerves. "Fuck, I need you."

He slipped inside her tight warm body, soothing her when she tense up against him. Her nipples were already hard from the cold water, but Bellamy swore they tightened more at his touch.

Clarke whimpered softly, her hands held him tighter.

"What? want me to tell you how good you fell baby?"

Clarke bottom lip was between her teeth, she turned her neck so her forehead rested against his cheek. Trying to hide the pink tinge of her cheeks, he'd already saw it.

"I think I can make you come for me with my voice." she squeezed around him, he hummed. "Or maybe just by doing this."

Bellamy slid both his hands up her stomach, letting his knuckles barley touch her nipples. Clarke cried out, her whole body jerked against his and her hips rocked.

Clarke's breasts were god damn sculpted from the heavens. They were soft and round, just the right amount of weight in his greedy hands. He rocked his hips in time with hers, grinding into her ass, hands plucking and kneading at her breasts.

Bellamy leaned down and kissed her neck, his eyes closed as he enjoyed being inside his girl. Clarke's head had fallen back onto his shoulder, her eyes closed as she trying to control the sounds coming out of her mouth.

When Clarke fluttered around him, Bellamy brought his lips to her ear.

"Yeah? You ready to come for me Princess?" She answer was a slight squeeze to his bicep.

Bellamy kissed her neck, sucking hard just bellow her ear.

.

"I thought you and Miller were going hunting?"

Clarke and Octavia were talking about the winter and how the snow was beautiful but how it always over stayed it's welcome. They were seated on the wooden chairs that were placed outside Bellamy and Clarke's place.

"I need to talk to you first." He told her.

Bellamy shot a look to Octavia and then looked bak at Clarke. Octavia rolled her eyes at her brother but stood to leave the two of them alone.

As soon as Octavia was out of view, Bellamy had Clarke up and out of her seat. Lips at her neck and hands pulling at the button on her pants.

Clarke was out of breath as Bellamy consumed her.

"Bellamy-"

He groaned into her lips, mouth claiming hers as his hands ran over her. He had her pressed up against one of the trees that stood behind their home. Bellamy slid down her body, pulling her pants and undies with him.

Clarke looked down at him wide eyes, her hands flying to his shoulders for support. Bellamy managed to get one of her legs free of her boot and clothing, as he kissed her thighs.

Clarke bit her bottom lip, eyes scanning behind Bellamy. The village was quiet in the afternoons, most people were off doing their own thing.

Bellamy lifted her bare leg, placing her knee over his shoulder. His nose bumped her clit as he leaned forward to inhale her scent. The smell of lake water still clung to her skin from their bath earlier that day.

Clarke gasped his name, head falling back hard against the tree she was resting on. Bellamy's tongue made a soft rhythm against her, he held her tight to his face.

At some point Clarke's hand slipped into his curls, it rested there as if to keep him from moving away. He wanted to tell her he wasn't going anywhere until he had the taste of her on his tongue. He would have, but that would have required him to stop and pull away.

The mews and gasps coming from the blondes mouth made Bellamy's hard on press painfully into his hands. He looked up at her, Clarke's chest heaved as her hand tightened on her curls. Her other hand was fisted in the collar of her shirt.

Her head was tilted back, but if he had to bet on something Bellamy would bet that her eyes were closed. He hummed into her to catch her attention. After a second Clarke's head dropped down to where she could look at him.

With his mouth on her, Bellamy kept their eyes looked on. He saw the tell tale sign of her forehead crinkle and felt her body start to tense up in his hands. The foot that had been handing down his back was now pressing into him as she tried to hold him the best she could.

With a quick secession of sucks on her clit, Bellamy watched her fall apart. He knows she tried to keep her eyes open for him, but they closed on their own in pleasure.

He took all of her as she dripped onto his lips. Bellamy groaned in happiness as she continued to shake above him. Licking his lips, Bellamy kissed is way up her belly.

Clarke grabbed his chin, licking her juices off his bottom lip. She groaned at the taste, wanting to taste herself on his tongue next. Kissing him, Clarke pulled his shirt from his body, hands running over his bare sides as she pulled him back to her.

Her bare leg slid up his and settled over his clothed hip. She whispered fuck me into his mouth, using her free hand and foot to push his pants down over his ass.

Bellamy grabbed her other leg and hulled her up his body. He was already hard for her, there wasn't a time he could ever not be. In a smooth motion he pressed his head inside her, stilling.

Clarke had been looking between their bodies, now looked up. Their noses rubbing together with the motion. As soon as he had the eye contact, Bellamy pushed upward until he bottomed out.

Clarke dropped her forehead against his in a sigh. Her hands flexed against his back as she stretched to accommodate him at this angle.

"Fuck." Bellamy breathed out, jerking inside her. "I can never get enough of you." His head dipped to pull a nipple into his mouth.

Bellamy moved in and out of her, pulling all the way back before sliding back in. He did that over and over again, switching his mouth back and forth from one breast to another.

Clarke breath heavy against his shoulders, dropping sucking kisses to his neck and shoulders. Bellamy's breath was warm against her body, he was always so warm.

"Bellamy."

"Say it." He encouraged, keeping his pace the same.

"I- I'm." She gasped as he managed to hit that spot in side her, over and over. "I'm-" coming was silent but Bellamy saw the word form on her lips.

He stilled inside her as she shuttered and body twisted as her orgasm washed over her. her chest flushed pink and eyes clamped shut as she squeezed around him.

Bellamy grunted and fell into her, squishing her between him and the tree. Bellamy kissed her lips, she responded with life less puckers as she enjoyed her release.

Once her lips became more sure against his, Bellamy pulled back. He pulled her tight to his body in a hug, he moved inside her fast. Clarke hugged him back as he finished himself inside her.

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Bellamy and Clarke came together again that night in the cabin. Bellamy came back from hunting with Miller. Clarke spent the rest of her day making sure they had everything for their journey.

They fell into bed together, Bellamy pushed himself between her legs. His hands found her and pinned them up by her head. His penis bumped on her clit and a couple times on her lips and thigh before Bellamy finally landed at her opening.

While that was happening, Bellamy was kissing the hell out of her. He was gasping against her mouth and swallowing hers as she tried to suck in a breath between kisses.

He entered her roughly, Clarke yelped at the unexpected movement. Her body tensing as she tired to move her hips with his. His pace was so fast she couldn't quite match him.

Bellamy groaned like he was in pain, his hips pulled back from hers until he slipped out of her. His lips left hers and he let go of her hands. Without a word he flipped her over, pushed her legs open and fucked back into her.

It was different from his teasing at the lake or the firm sex against the tree. This was desperate, needy sex.

Clarke could tell Bellamy had no control of himself as he pounded into her. His hips slapping against her ass, hands gripped into the blankets by her shoulders. His chest brushing her back on his up stroke.

"AAA Clarke." He growled her name.

Clarke's stomach tightened, before she had the chance to clench around him. Bellamy was out of her and down the bed. His tongue slid inside her and we hummed and grunted a couple different noises that had Clarke blushing a deep red.

Pressing her head into the blanket Clarke silently screamed.

Then his mouth was gone and she was suddenly on her back, with his cock inside her.

"Ooooou." Clarke whimpered, her hand moving to Bellamy's stomach.

He took that hand and brought it to his lips, kissing down her arm his chest came down on hers.

"This is where I need you." He said, hips moving again. "Fuck, right here."

Clarke kept pace with him this time, despite Bellamy trying to push her hips back to the bed with his.

Bellamy nudged Clarke head to the side, so he could kiss at her neck.

"Right. fucking, here." He emphasized each word, with a kiss to the neck and a roll of his hips.

Suddenly Clarke realized where this possessiveness was deriving from. When she was here in bed with him, he was certain of them and what would happen. Once they left tomorrow he didn't know what would happened. Neither of them really did.

"Bellamy." Clarke gasped, trying to get his attention.

At the sound of her voice, Bellamy's hips canted harder. His mouth on her nipple. One hand, fisted knuckled white in the blankets, the other held tightly to her hip.

Clarke had raised both her hands above her head to press against the head board, stopping her body from sliding up the bed.

"Bellamy." She brought her right hand down to come and rest on his cheek.

He leaned into her palm, his forehead dropping onto her chest. His breath was hot on her stomach as he panted against her.

Clarke would spend the whole night letting Bellamy flipped her around their bed like a pancake. He need comfort, her touch just proved that. Bellamy was a sexual person, Clarke knew that. She imagined in the past he found his comfort while inside other people.

She didn't have a problem with him finding comfort by being intimate with her. Clarke could give that to him in more than just one way, he needed to know that.

Clarke tightened her stomach muscles, clenching down hard on him.

Bellamy growled, bitting her stomach.

"Bell- fuck look at me."

When he did, she saw it all in his deep brown eyes. He wanted her here in his bed, forever. He fucking needed her, his devotion overwhelming.

"We'll do this together." She promised against his lips.

He moaned, kissing her with hunger.

"Come inside me." She whimpered.

He let out a moan that sounded like a sob. His hand slapped down beside her head, he was close.

They were both unbelievably sweaty at this point, their hair stuck to their skin and they were panting for breath. Bellamy was shaking and Clarke's hands slipped as she tried to grab onto his neck or shoulders.

Bellamy slide both arms under her damp body, hands coming to grip her shoulders. Body fully covering hers, he dropped his head into her neck and let himself go.

Their hips slapping together echoed in their bedroom, for the first time that night Bellamy was quiet as he held her body to his.

Clarke panted loudly. Each slap of their hips stole the air from her lungs.

He cried out loudly as he came, holding her like he was afraid of loosing her.

Which he was.