AN: Time to head out on a round-the-world-trip with our favorite couple! First stop – Iceland! A sort of general note going into this part of the fic – I have visited some of the cities and sights B & C will be traveling to, but far from all of them (I was actually in Iceland in January this year, so it was fun to go through this chapter again after I've actually been to some of the places! We didn't catch the Northern Lights, unfortunately) I've used what I know myself when I can, but I have also relied heavily on Google Maps, TripAdvisor and unofficial or official sites (where those exist) for different tourist attractions and cities, to be able to describe these places. I cannot make any promises that I haven't gotten something wrong, but I have tried my very best, so I hope you will enjoy going with me on this journey – I definitely enjoyed writing it!

I don't own anything relating to The 100

Title from "A Sky Full of Stars" by Coldplay

See the end of the chapter for warnings

24

I Don't Care, Go on and Tear Me Apart

Raven drives them to the airport, insisting on parking and going with them into the departure hall. She waits as they drop off their bags and then pulls Clarke into a tight hug.

"You have fun, OK? Don't think about anything else, just enjoy this time. And call me if you need me. Anytime, I don't care if it's the middle of the night, OK?"

Clarke hugs her back. "Will do, on all accounts. Love you, Rae."

"Love you too, babe." Raven pulls away and turns to Bellamy. "And you."

His eyes widen slightly at her words, but then she's throwing her arms around him as well. It takes him a moment, but he hugs her back.

Clarke can't hear what Raven's saying, but when Bellamy pulls away, he's laughing and nodding.

"You've got it," he promises Raven, who leaves with a wave of the hand.

"What did she want you to do?" Clarke asks curiously as they make their way to security.

"She said you suck at taking pictures, so I'm in charge of the camera she gave you."

She rolls her eyes but does have to admit that Raven is right. Well, sort of – she loves taking a lot of photos of the places she visits, but Raven always complains that she wants to see her and the beautiful sunset or amazing waterfall or dramatic mountain range.

"Fine by me. There are way too many buttons and knobs on that fancy camera anyway."

Zeke gave Raven a new camera a couple of months ago, and she insisted that Clarke take her old one, at least for this trip, so she wouldn't have to depend on the camera on her phone.

"I'm no expert, but I'm sure we can figure it out," Bellamy says. "So I take it Raven wants a lot of photos?"

"A lot of photos of us," Clarke corrects him. "I take a ton of photos when I travel, I just somehow manage to take a hundred pictures of beaches and cool buildings and statues and… stuff, and maybe one where I'm actually in the frame."

"Ah. So my job is to make sure you make it into the pictures."

"And you. But she's right." She does realize what Raven is doing – making her take a lot of pictures of herself and Bellamy so she'll be able to look at them and remember this trip, the wonderful time she had with him, years down the line. "OK, how about this – we take turns taking photos so one of us is always in them, and then we make sure to get at least one of both of us in every place we go."

They both have their carry-ons slung over their shoulders, but he still manages to wrap an arm around her. "That sounds like a great plan."

While Clarke has followed Bellamy's instructions to book economy seats for all their flights, she has paid extra when needed to be able to pick a seat before checking in, so they almost always have seats in the first row or by the emergency exits, meaning they have more leg room. She's also used a little trick she's learned and booked the aisle and window seats, leaving one seat in the middle. If a flight's not full, odds are the middle seat will be left empty, and if it's not, they can always just ask the person sitting there if they would mind switching since they were split up during check-in.

This particular flight is apparently not full, because when the plane starts taxing out and the flight attendant launches into the safety run-through, the seat between her and Bellamy is still empty. As soon as the fasten your seatbelts sign is turned off, she pushes the two armrests between them up so she can move to the middle seat and curls up against him when he lifts an arm to let her scoot closer.

"Lucky nobody had this seat," he notes, shifting a little in the seat to get more comfortable. "Hopefully we'll get seats next to each other on most flights."

"Oh, I picked these seats when I booked," Clarke tells him. "Unless a flight's full, single middle seats are usually left unoccupied, so we get the whole row to ourselves. A little trick I've picked up."

"Well, that just goes to show who's done more traveling of the two of us," he replies with a chuckle. "And what do we do when the flight's full? I mean, it's bound to happen at some point, how many flights are we taking on this trip?"

She sighs. "I have honestly lost count. But that's easy – just say that we were split up when we checked in, and would they mind terribly to switch with one of us so we can sit together? Nobody wants the middle seat, so people usually don't mind, but if need be, I can do a little lip tremble and teary eyes."

"I didn't know I was dating some sort of mastermind."

"Yeah, I'm a regular Moriarty," she agrees drily.

"Moriarty from Sherlock or Elementary?" Bellamy asks, seemingly completely serious. "I mean, if I get to pick, I'd definitely go with Natalie Dormer, but… ow!"

He tries to get away from her elbow, but really, there's not that much room.

"Another pro tip – don't get on your girlfriend's bad side ten minutes into a five hour flight," she tells him with an innocent smile.

"Duly noted." He rubs his ribs a little. "Want to watch a movie?"

They settle in under one of the thin blankets, watching some comedy on the same screen. After half an hour or so, they're served a standard plane meal, and when the trays and trash have been collected, the lights are dimmed so those who want to can sleep.

It's only a little after nine, New York time, but Clarke always has trouble sleeping the night before she travels – it doesn't matter if she has to be at the airport at the crack of dawn or not until late afternoon, like today. So she's pretty tired, and they're landing at six in the morning, local time, so a few hours of sleep wouldn't be a bad thing.

"You want to try to get some sleep?" she asks when the end titles roll across the little screen.

Bellamy sighs. "Probably should, I guess. I mean, we're landing at six and don't want to sleep the whole day away, right?"

"No, it's usually best to try to get into the new time zone right away. Or we could watch another movie," she adds, glancing around the cabin. "Or… lots of people are sleeping, you know. There are… other things we could do."

He's quiet for so long that she has to look up at him to try to figure out what he's thinking. His brows are furrowed but when he meets her eyes, they shoot up. "You're serious?"

Clarke shrugs, keeping her voice low. "You've never wanted to join the mile high club?"

"I haven't thought about it, honestly," he replies, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, I always figured, you know – cramped airplane bathroom, people banging on the door, everyone knowing what you're doing… not exactly sexy."

"I guess," she agrees. "Maybe it's not all it's cracked up to be. I was sort of hoping to join at some point during this trip, though."

"You're not already a member?"

He sounds so surprised that she has to elbow him again, but since they're so close, he barely notices.

"No! What did you think, that I go around hooking up with random people on planes?"

"Of course not," he quickly assures her. "Just… you've obviously been traveling a lot, and for years, I figured you must have been on a plane with someone you'd want to… you know."

It's kind of adorable how he can't say the words out loud just because a flight attendant passes their row at that moment.

"Well, I haven't," she tells him. "But I am now."

"Can I think about it?" he asks. "We have more overnight flights, right?"

"We do, but not for a while, Europe's mostly short flights or drives or train rides."

Bellamy presses a kiss to her temple before whispering in her ear. "Good, then I'll have some time to work up the courage to not care that a whole plane knows I'm fucking my girlfriend in the bathroom."

His words send a shiver through her, and she has half a mind to just drag him off right now, but… no. They have time. For this, at least, they have time.

So she just snuggles closer, letting her eyes slide shut, and tries to focus on the way his chest rises and falls with his breaths.

Clarke really wasn't expecting to fall asleep, but what feels like five minutes later, she's being gently shaken awake. When she opens her eyes, the cabin is much too bright and she finds Bellamy blinking at the harsh light.

"Hey," he murmurs with a smile when he sees that she's awake.

"Hey," she repeats. "I fell asleep."

He chuckles. "We both did, I just woke up myself when we touched down, but you managed to sleep through that."

She becomes aware of people moving down the aisle and realizes that they're already disembarking. But they're not in any hurry, so they remain seated until the plane has mostly emptied out.

It's still dark when they leave the airport, the sun won't rise for hours yet, but it's not as cold as she had been expecting. In fact, she's pretty sure it was colder in New York.

"Come on," Bellamy says, hand closing around hers. "Taxis are this way."

She tries to get her first impression of Iceland as the taxi drives them towards Reykjavik, but there's really not much to see at this time of night. The sky is overcast, so no chance of spotting the Northern lights today, at least. She's kept an eye on the forecast, and at the moment, it looks like it should clear up in a few days, so hopefully they'll get a chance to see it before they leave on Monday.

So instead, she leans her head against Bellamy's shoulder and dozes until they come to a stop in front of the hotel.

The concierge must be used to half-asleep people arriving early in the morning, because she has them checked in and in the elevator within a few minutes. When they finally get to their room, Clarke just kicks off her shoes and gets undressed, dropping everything on the floor before she crawls under the thick, fluffy comforter on the bed.

She feels the bed shift as Bellamy sits down behind her and moves into the middle of the bed so he'll have enough room. A moment later, his warm body is pressed against her back and his hand slides around her waist, but that's the last thing her mind registers before she's pulled under once more.

-100-

The next time she opens her eyes, dull, grey light is streaming in through the curtains neither of them closed before falling asleep, and something is beeping behind her.

After a few disoriented moments, her muddled brain finally realizes that it must be the alarm on Bellamy's phone, and she's just about to reluctantly detangle herself from the warm comforter to be able to turn it off when she feels him shift behind her. The sound stops.

"Morning," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep, as he buries his face in her hair.

"Morning," she replies, letting the warmth seep through her skin and into her bones. Her mind is starting to shake the tendrils of sleep off, though, and she kind of wants to get out and explore this new city. Despite having traveled a lot, especially over the last thirty years or so, she's never been to Iceland before.

Plus, she's hungry, which her growling stomach soon makes Bellamy aware of too, and he chuckles behind her, rolling onto his back and stretching.

"Exploring and maybe some lunch?" he suggests.

"Sounds good," Clarke agrees.

The bed dips a little under her when he sits up on the edge, and she rolls over onto her side to enjoy the view.

"Let me just grab a shower," he says. "Wake up all the way."

She slides her hand up his back and then drags her nails lightly along his spine, smiling when he shivers in response. "I could join you…"

Bellamy turns around to grab her hand and leans down, pinning it to the bed by her head. "We both know we wouldn't get out of this hotel room for at least an hour if you do that." He brushes his lips just lightly against hers before getting up and disappearing through the door that must lead to the bathroom.

Clarke huffs, a little disappointed, but takes the opportunity to inspect the hotel room – she was so intent on the bed when they arrived a few hours ago that she didn't take in much else.

The room's not huge, but very modern and clean. A king size bed, a desk, a flat screen TV, and large windows on two walls, overlooking a futuristic glass building across the street as well as the water and mountains beyond.

Her bag is still where she dropped it earlier, just inside the door in the little hallway, and she brings it over to the bed to be able to grab a change of clothes. She also finds her hairbrush and a hairband, and quickly pulls her hair into a messy bun. When Bellamy leaves the bathroom, she resists the urge to pull his towel away and convince him to stay in the room for just a little while longer and instead hops in the shower herself.

They grab some lunch at the hotel's restaurant and then spend the next few hours, until the sun sets, exploring the city. Clarke has looked up the main sights in the downtown area and after a few wrong turns, they make it to the main commercial street. It's lined with two and three storey buildings, most of them in stone or wood, home to little shops and bars and restaurants. Since it's early afternoon on a Monday, there aren't that many people out and about, but they do encounter other tourists doing sightseeing of their own and a few locals hurrying by, probably on their way back to work after lunch.

They wander up and down the narrow, snow covered streets, eventually ending up at a square with a statue of what looks like a Viking and an oddly shaped building that she quickly identifies as Iceland's largest church, Hallgrímskirkja. They pause next to the statue, which Bellamy studies for a moment.

"Leif Erikson," he notes, sounding the name out carefully. "The first known European to discover North American, contrary to popular belief."

Before he can get started on Columbus and everything horrible he did, Clarke pulls his attention to the church instead.

"It's definitely impressive," she notes, looking up at the grey façade.

"What is it?" he asks next to her.

"A church. Come on, let's go inside. The tower has a viewing platform with amazing panoramic views of the city."

The interior is almost austere – high, clear windows stretching towards a domed, white ceiling, grey stone floor, and simple pews. Even the organ is almost plain, all wood and steel, none of the gilding or intricate details Clarke's used to seeing on similar instruments in other churches.

They take the elevator up to the tower, where Reykjavik stretches in all directions under them. On a clear day, you can probably see for miles, but at the moment, it feels like they could reach up and touch the low-hanging clouds.

By the time they leave the church, after getting some photos together at the top of the tower with the city sprawled out under them, big, fat snowflakes have started gently floating towards the ground. The sun is starting to set as well, and they slowly make their way back through the city center, stopping to buy some gloves in a store that sells local knitwear, since they realize that they have somehow managed to both overlook packing some.

When they reach the hotel again, it's almost dark and Clarke realizes that they're going to have to save the rest of the sightseeing for another day. She knows Bellamy wants to check out the Alþingi (Clarke has learned that the funny Icelandic letter þ is pronounced 'th', which makes the name much easier to say) Iceland's parliament which is the oldest in the world, and there are a couple of other things on her list as well. The only days that are fully booked, though, are Thursday and Saturday, when they have two day tours ending with a night in the bubble hotel she found early on during her planning and hopefully Northern lights – since the tours were so different, she couldn't pick one and ended up booking both. Apart from that, they have a Northern lights bus tour booked tomorrow night, with the option of going out again the night after, if they don't see anything, and then a boat tour with whale safari on Wednesday.

So they have three full days to continue exploring the city and, for now… well, there are lots of fun things to do in their hotel room for the rest of the evening.

-100-

They spend the daylight hours on Tuesday exploring some more, before returning to the hotel to prepare for the Northern lights tour. Unfortunately, though, it ends up being canceled because it's just too cloudy. It's a bit of a disappointment but, like the tour operator explains, there's no point in going out when there's no chance at all to spot the lights. Tomorrow night is supposed to be clearer, so they're rebooked for that tour.

The whale safari on Wednesday is a lot of fun, though, and despite the cold weather – it stops snowing just as they board the boat but the temperature remains below freezing – they get to see humpbacks, dolphins and even a couple of orcas. The Northern lights tour goes ahead later in the evening as well. The skies are clear, and they get a glimpse of the lights at one spot, but only for a minute or so. It's impressive, no doubt about it, but not what either of them had been hoping for – lights in a multitude of colors dancing across the skies above.

"The forecast is better for tomorrow," their guide, Jón, tells Clarke as they get off the bus back at the hotel. "Do you want to come on that tour too? Today was not so good, we will include it in the price."

"Actually, we have another tour booked tomorrow," she tells him with a smile. She waits a little, until Bellamy has gotten off the bus and is out of earshot – he doesn't know the details about the tour they're going on, she's just told him that they'll be gone over night – before she continues, lowering her voice a little. "We're going on a day tour to a couple of places and then spending the night in a see through bubble somewhere out in the countryside. They're supposed to be great for catching the Northern lights."

Jón lights up at the mention of the bubble hotel. "Oh, yes, I have heard of that. I do not know where they are, exactly, they are very secret, but you should be able to see the lights very well from there. If you do not see them, you can call us and come with us on Friday night."

She thanks him before leaving the bus and joining Bellamy on the sidewalk, brushing off his question by saying she just wanted tips from an insider on what to do in the city.

They're picked up at the hotel at noon the next day and quickly leave the city behind. The entire group is only eighteen people, max capacity for the bubble hotel, but they're divided in three groups. The people in their car is another American couple in their sixties and, to Clarke's delight, a Swedish couple around thirty. Since Bellamy's attention is on the landscape they pass, she takes the opportunity to freshen up her Swedish and get to know them a little better.

The first stop is in the national park called Þingvellir, which is famous as the site where the Icelandic parliament was founded back in the year 930, and also as a place where two tectonic plates meet. They get forty-five minutes on their own, and they wander around a little before returning to the car and enjoying the sun for a bit, which has finally come out as the cloudy sky is starting to clear.

"So, are you going to tell me where we're sleeping tonight?" Bellamy asks.

Clarke sighs. She had been hoping to keep it a secret until they actually get there, but the Swedish couple have already mentioned it, and even though Bellamy obviously didn't understand that, it's only a matter of time before someone else brings it up.

So she pulls her phone out of her jacket pocket and opens the photos she has saved from the website.

"Here," she says, handing him the phone to let him scroll through the pictures.

His eyes widen as he takes them in. "Seriously? This is so cool."

"I know, right? And the forecast for Northern lights is supposed to be better today, so I'm really hoping we get to see them at the hotel, it would be amazing."

Bellamy nods thoughtfully. "It doesn't look particularly… private, though."

She laughs. "The bubbles are some ways apart, so you can't see the others." She gives him a smirk. "Why, what were you thinking about?"

He rolls his eyes. "Well, I wasn't thinking about that, but now I am."

"Good." Clarke moves closer to be able to hook her arm through his and lean her head on his shoulder. "I mean, it's really a once in a lifetime opportunity – well, twice, since we're staying in another one of these on Saturday – and I for one want to take full advantage of it."

"I didn't know you had a thing for public sex," he notes in an amused voice.

"I wouldn't go that far," she replies. "I mean, I don't want people watching or anything… but the idea that someone might hear or see is a little… exciting? I don't know if that's the right word."

Bellamy chuckles at that. "Don't worry, I think I know what you mean."

They're rounded up by the tour guide then and get back in the car for the second stop along the way, which is an area with hot springs and geysers.

It's definitely an amazing show, but Clarke, who has seen the geysers in Yellowstone, has to admit that it's not as impressive as she had thought. Bellamy is fascinated, though.

Next up is a beautiful waterfall, Gullfoss, with rushing water and large pieces of ice dropping over the edges here and there. There's a low fence of sorts, stopping them from getting too close to the edge, and since the ground is covered in snow and a little slippery, Clarke is actually glad for this.

They amble along the edge of the falls, Bellamy insisting on taking pictures with her in them every few minutes. The Swedish couple offer to take one of them together, and he happily hands over the camera so they can pose in front of the water.

The fourth and final stop – and the one Clarke has been looking forward to the most, apart from the bubble hotel – is a hot spring where they get to swim. The short walk from the changing rooms to the pool is freezing, but once they're in the water, it's definitely worth it.

"This feels so wrong," Bellamy notes as they settle in against one edge, both of them sinking down so only their heads are visible above water. "There's, like, three feet of snow but the water has to be a hundred degrees or something."

"I know," she replies. "It plays tricks on your mind, doesn't it?"

He hums in agreement before sneaking an arm around her waist under the water and pulling her against him.

"Too bad there's so much people here," he murmurs in her ear and she feels a shiver run through her.

"Good thing the hotel's up next then."

They do make one more stop, at a restaurant for dinner. They're joined at their table by the Swedish couple and two Norwegian girls in their mid-twenties, and Clarke has fun, talking to them and getting tips on what to do before they leave Iceland. But as soon as Bellamy finishes his food, she feels his hand on her thigh, and it remains there as they talk for another hour or so, now and then sliding along her jeans. Needless to say, it's a little distracting and all she really wants is to get out of there.

After a short gathering in the kitchen at the bubble hotel, during which they're briefed on how everything works, they're finally shown to their bubbles, a short walk from the house with the toilets – Clarke really hopes she won't need them once they're in bed – and given a flashlight.

The sun set before they reached the restaurant, so it's pitch black outside now, the only light coming from the stars above – the moon hasn't risen yet – and a faint glow coming from the bubbles that are closest to them.

It's surprisingly warm, once the door closes after their guide, which she's very grateful for.

"I'm really not sure about the privacy in these things," Bellamy notes, dropping his thick jacket against the rounded wall, followed by his knit hat and gloves. "It feels like everyone in a two mile radius can just see right in."

She laughs at that and follows suit, taking off her jacket, hat and gloves before unlacing her winter boots. "I mean, there are trees all around, but we need to turn the lights off, nobody will be able to see a thing then."

"Including us," he replies, taking a seat on the bed. "This is comfy."

She sits down next to him and starts unbuttoning her cardigan. "I don't know about you, but I'm thinking it might be a good idea to remove as many layers as possible before we turn the lights off."

He nods at that, pulling his sweater over his head and tossing it at the growing pile of clothes. "Good idea."

Once they're both down to their long johns and long sleeved t-shirts, Clarke removes the bedspread and pulls the comforter down. "Here, I'll turn the flashlight on if you turn the lamp off," she offers, grabbing the flashlight off the small table with the lamp.

Bellamy waits until she has turned it on before he switches off the light, and immediately, the bubble feels more private.

"That's better," he notes, pulling his shirt and long johns off before getting into the bed.

She hands over the flashlight so she can get rid of the rest of her clothes as well, and when she's down to her panties and bra, she slips between the sheets. Once she's covered, she quickly takes off her bra as well, as he turns off the flashlight, plunging them into almost total darkness.

"Wow, look at the stars."

She turns her eyes to the sky at his words, and it really is amazing. She realizes that she's been living in cities for too long, she's forgotten how truly mind-blowingly beautiful the night sky can be out in the country.

"This beats that star map thing on your phone any day," she notes, getting a chuckle in return.

"You remember that?" he asks, sounding surprised.

Clarke scoots closer, until his hand comes around her waist to pull her against him. She lets out a sigh. "Of course I do."

Her eyes have adapted a little to the darkness and she can make out his face a few inches from hers.

"Did you have a good time today?" she asks, voice dropping due to the darkness and silence surrounding them.

His warm hand slides up her back once and then down to rest at her hip. "Of course I did, it's been amazing."

"It really has been, right?" she agrees with a smile.

He hums, inching closer so their noses brush. "The only thing that could make it even better would be seeing those Northern lights."

As one, they turn to look at the sky above, but apart from the stars, it's dark.

"It is still early," she notes. "It could start later in the night, I guess."

"Yeah," Bellamy agrees, his hand trailing down her hip to squeeze her butt. "Whatever will we do until then?"

She slides her foot up his leg. "I think I might have a few ideas."

"Oh yeah?" he asks, lips hovering a fraction of an inch from hers.

"Uh-huh. You know, you were driving me crazy at the restaurant earlier."

He chuckles, pulling her leg up over his hips and grinding against her. "Good, that was the point."

"Evil."

But he finally kisses her, so she supposes she can forgive him, just this once.

He still tastes like the hot chocolate they had in the communal kitchen before everyone retired to their own bubble for the night, and she eagerly deepens the kiss, sliding one hand around his neck to keep him in place.

For what feels like hours, it's just a lazy slide of mouths, hands exploring what they can reach without having to move, little gasps and groans when one of them finds a sensitive spot.

Then Clarke digs her heel into his back, pushing him harder against her, and he breaks the kiss to roll them so he's pinning her to the bed, deliciously heavy on top of her.

"Trying to move things along, Princess?" he asks before kissing her collar bone.

"Well, you were taking forev…" she trails off in a gasp when his lips close around a nipple, arching against him.

He doesn't linger, letting his teeth graze the hardened bud before moving down her belly.

"Then I guess I better get a move on."

And, boy, he does. Within a few minutes, his fingers and tongue have her right on the edge. When he curls his fingers just right and sucks her clit into his mouth, she comes with a cry.

Bellamy guides her through her climax, pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs and her stomach as his fingers continue moving slowly inside her. When she finally lets out a deep breath and practically sinks into the mattress, all of her bones seemingly turned to liquid, he moves up her body again until they're face to face.

"You think these things are sound proof?" he asks with a smirk. "If not, I'm pretty sure you just alerted the neighbors to what we're up to.

Clarke can't help but giggle. "I guess we'll find out on the way back tomorrow."

She realizes that she's also completely naked with nothing but the see through bubble between her and the rest of the world, but honestly, she can't bring herself to care if the other guests see or hear them. It's not like she'll ever meet those people again, and if it means amazing sex under the stars, she can take a couple of awkward looks during the drive back to the city.

Bellamy doesn't seem too bothered by it either, leaning down to kiss her. When she slides a hand down his stomach to wrap around him, he nudges her legs apart to be able to settle between them and slowly pushes into her.

She lets herself get lost in the feeling of his lips on hers, their tongues battling, his dick moving deep inside her. With the stars above them and the snow covered trees around them, it's almost like they're the only people on earth.

After an infinite moment, he breaks the kiss, leaning down to suck her nipple into his mouth as his hips snap against hers. Clarke lets out a gasp at the feeling, one hand sliding into his hair to hold him in place and her eyes going to the see through ceiling above them and the sky beyond.

And that's when she sees it.

There's no way to really describe it, it's like… colors dancing across the sky. Greens and yellows, but also reds and purples, shimmering against the star studded blackness. The small glimpse they got yesterday was nothing in comparison.

It takes Bellamy a moment to realize that something's going on.

"What's wrong?" he asks, stilling in his movements above her.

She releases her grip on his hair to point behind him. "The Northern lights."

He immediately cranes his neck around to be able to see. "Wow…"

"It's amazing," Clarke agrees, gaze fixed on the light show.

He turns back to her, the expression on his face torn, and she can't help but laugh.

"How about we watch the show for a while and pick this up a little later?" she suggests.

But he shakes his head. "Nope, not going to happen."

He leans down and kisses her again, one hand sliding under her waist, and before she can really react, he's rolled them over so he's on his back.

"Hey," she half-complains as she pushes herself up a little to find a better position. "Now I can't see."

Bellamy's hands slide up her thighs to her waist, holding her steady. "Lean back," he tells her.

Hesitantly, she reaches behind her with one hand to find that he's bent his legs to form a sort of backrest for her. His hands are firm on her waist as she slowly leans backwards until she's propped up against his thighs, a perfect position to look up at the sky without having to move too much. It's not going to be comfortable for any extended period of time, but it should be fine for a little while.

"OK?" he asks, moving his hips to thrust up into her, the angle sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body.

"Yes, oh fuck," Clarke moans, fighting the urge to squeeze her eyes shut. "Do that again."

He chuckles but obliges, this time guiding her a little with his hands on her hips.

It takes a moment to get into a rhythm, but soon, their bodies are moving together almost in time with the undulating colors above them, and when he pushes her over the edge for the second time a few minutes later, they continue to play on the inside of her eyelids as her orgasm washes over her.

Chapter warnings: explicit sexual content