AN: Hope you enjoyed the cliffhanger ;) picking up where we left off, obviously. I don't know if anyone figured out this was coming? I've been dropping hints for a while, actually, but maybe I was too subtle…

I don't own anything relating to The 100

Chapter title from "Your Love Is a Song" by Switchfoot

See the end of the chapter for warnings

53

Your Love Is a Melody, Underneath Me, Running Through Me

For a moment, it's like the world around them stops, even with the thousands of other tourists on the Strip, the lights and sounds all around them. There's just the two of them, nothing else matters.

Then Bellamy clears his throat. "So I kind of missed the opportunity at the real deal," he starts, voice shaking slightly. "But I figured this would work just as well. So, what do you say, Princess? Marry me?"

Clarke has no idea what her face is doing at the moment, but he still looks so nervous, so she makes a huge effort to get her muscles under control and smile. "Of course!"

The relief in his eyes is instantaneous, and then he's on his feet, sweeping her into his arms and twirling her around. She's vaguely aware of people cheering and realizes that they've probably attracted the attention of this part of the Strip, but she really doesn't care.

"Did you really think I would say no?" she asks when he's finally put her down again.

"Not really, but it's easy to second guess yourself in the actual moment," he replies with a smile.

"Well, you can stop that right now," she tells him, holding out her hand for him to put the ring on.

"It was Mom's," Octavia's voice comes from next to her and she turns to face the other girl. "Hi, by the way. Good surprise?"

"The best." She wraps Octavia in a hug, and then she's passed around to the others, until everyone's had a chance to hug and congratulate both of them.

"Were you seriously going to propose at the actual Eiffel Tower?" Raven asks.

Clarke looks up at Bellamy expectantly and he shrugs. "I didn't plan it or anything, but I was carrying the ring around in my pocket just in case a good moment presented itself, and it did… and then someone else beat me to it."

She remembers the moment, and it's not exactly hard to imagine him doing it then.

"But I think this is a little less cliché," he adds, looking down at her. "Right?"

"I don't care about cliché," she assures him. "I would have said yes whenever and wherever you asked."

His arm sneaks around her waist to pull her against him. "Good to know."

"OK," Raven declares, clapping her hands together. "Are we doing the Strip or are we talking wedding? Because everything is planned, all you two need to do is show up. Do you want it to be a surprise?"

Clarke frowns at her. "You actually planned a wedding for us?"

"Of course I did," Raven replies with a supremely unimpressed look. "Did you think all six of us flew out here for a proposal? When Bellamy called me about it, I told him I'd take care of everything. But let me tell you – a month is not a lot of time to get together a Vegas wedding that isn't, well, a Vegas wedding, if you get what I mean. But I found an actual nice, no-Elvis-impersonator place that had an opening on Monday, so here we are."

"Unless you want to wait," Bellamy hurries to add. "We wouldn't get the deposit back, but we did this without even talking to you, you can say no."

"No!" Clarke exclaims. "I mean, not 'no, I don't want to do it on Monday', 'no, I don't want to say no'. Let's do it. Everyone's here and staying until then, I assume, so… yeah. Plus, we don't have to plan anything."

He chuckles at that. "Yeah, I was kind of hoping you'd say that. Not that I wouldn't plan something else if that's what you really wanted, but…"

"Much easier this way," she agreed. "So when exactly did you call Raven? And how did I miss it?"

He shrugs. "It was back in New Zealand, our first night in Rotorua, when you went to get food. It was a good thing Raven was already onboard, I really wouldn't have had time to convince her and call O before you got back."

"Honestly, I was half-expecting to get a text at any moment saying you two got hitched somewhere on the trip," Raven pipes in again. "So, yeah, we talked for, what, three minutes? Just long enough to figure out the timing."

"And then he called me," Octavia adds. "And I called Miller, who was also totally waiting for it."

Miller snorts. "Please, have you met them? I knew it was a lost cause the first time I saw the two of them together."

"Oh, absolutely," Octavia agrees, and it's kind of nice to know that even the friends who don't know the whole story, all the extenuating circumstances, called it. Then she continues, "Why do you think I gave him the ring?"

"I was wondering about that," Miller says. "I remember you being pissed because you thought you lost it when you moved into my place. But O had it all along?"

Octavia looks a little embarrassed at being called out. "I kind of took it when I left. Dick move, I know , I already apologized. So really, it was lucky Clarke got in touch with me!"

Bellamy reaches out to ruffle his sister's hair and then wraps his free arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, that's the only reason I'm glad we got to see each other again."

"I knew it!"

After another push from Raven, they do finally start along the Strip, but Clarke is distracted, to say the least. To her relief, Lincoln seems to pick up on it after a while.

"I know it's not that late yet," he starts when they're stopped on the bridge leading to the Venetian, admiring the manmade canal with its gondolas below, "but we're still on Dublin time, and we've been awake for… going on twenty-seven hours now, so I think we might call it a night."

Octavia immediately pouts. "Come on, babe, it's our first night in Vegas!"

"And we'll have more nights," he reasons calmly. "And everyone else, except Bellamy and Clarke, are on east coast time, so I'm sure they're getting tired as well."

Miller seems to pick up on what he's trying to do and joins the conversation. "Yeah, I think we'll go with you, Jackson had the night shift last night, I actually picked him up at the hospital on the way to the airport this morning."

Octavia still looks like she might argue, but Zeke puts the final nail in the coffin. "Aren't we getting an early start tomorrow as well? I kind of stopped listening after I heard the word 'wedding dress' earlier, but you are going shopping, right?"

"We are?" Clarke asks, raising her eyebrows at Raven.

"Of course we are. I know what you packed for this trip – trust me, you do not have a dress appropriate for a wedding in there."

She kind of wants to argue, but honestly, she doesn't want to get married in any of the clothes she packed. Not that she wants some traditional wedding dress either, but they can probably find some sort of middle ground. This is the wedding capital of the world, after all.

"Fine," Octavia huffs. "But I want to check out your room, it's on the way back to our hotel, right?"

"We can do that," Lincoln promises, taking her hand and pulling her back down the Strip, Miller and Jackson falling in step with them.

"You're not staying at Caesar's with us?" Clarke asks as they bring up the rear.

Raven rolls her eyes. "Someone gave me a budget."

"Excuse me for not wanting you to spend five grand on hotels for you guys, my sister and best friend," Bellamy retorts, sounding anything but sorry. "You were already paying for the flights and everything else."

"I tried to tell him it's my wedding present, but nope. But we're just a block from the Strip, along Flamingo, so pretty close."

It does feel a little wrong to be going back to their hotel when the Strip is just waking up properly, but Clarke is exhausted, both physically – it's been a long day – and emotionally after first a trip down memory lane in Arcadia and then an actual proposal.

It still hasn't quite sunk in.

Octavia oohs and aahs over the hotel and their room, but Lincoln soon bustles her along and then they're finally alone.

It's ironic that Clarke's been dying to get Bellamy alone all night, considering it's been basically just the two of them for the last six months.

"Are you OK?" he asks when he's closed the door behind his sister and their friends.

She flops down on the bed. "I think so. I still can't believe you actually did that."

She hears his footsteps cross the room and feels the bed dip as he sits down next to her. "Can't believe as in…" The hesitation in his voice makes her roll onto her side so she can look at him, and there's the unsure expression on his face again. "I wasn't really planning to spring this on you like that, I was going to run it by you first, but Raven somehow convinced me to do a grand gesture… if you just said yes to not embarrass me in front of all the people out there, you can tell me. We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

He's not looking at her when he finishes, instead focused on the bedspread, picking at a loose thread. Clarke gently disentangles his fingers and interlaces them with her own and waits until he looks up at her.

"I know I must have looked… surprised," she says, and he snorts.

"That's an understatement."

"Fine. But… I really wasn't expecting this, so it was a bit of a shock. A good one. And it was perfect, OK?"

Bellamy still looks doubtful. "You sure?"

"I told you, I would have said yes anywhere, anytime. But I do kind of like the throwback to Paris…"

"Good." Finally, the frown lines disappear and a smile tugs the corners of his mouth up. "So we're getting married."

She feels a matching smile spread on her own face. "We are. Did you actually call Raven to get help planning it, or was that just a bonus?"

"Bonus. I called her to make sure we actually could get married."

It's Clarke's turn to frown. "Why did you think we couldn't?"

"Just, you know, the legal aspect," he clarifies. "I know you get new identities for every posting, I wasn't sure how authentic they were."

"Oh. Yeah, we're fully… authentic, or whatever. Legal citizens in every way. We can definitely get married, Raven and Zeke did back in… ninety-eight. These days, they just start out married, but still."

"Yeah, she told me."

She tugs on his hand a little, and he takes the hint to lie down next to her.

"I still can't believe you went to all this trouble," she says, shaking her head.

Bellamy half-shrugs. "It honestly wasn't that much trouble. After I talked to Raven, she took care of all of that, and Octavia talked to Miller. He did rib me a little by email, but that's par for the course, really."

She lifts her hand to be able to study the ring a little more closely, the light reflecting in the small, blue stone. "Are you sure you want me to have this? I mean, shouldn't it go to Octavia?"

"It was the ring my dad gave my mom, it's been in his family for a long time," he explains. "They never actually got married, but he did propose. Even if O wanted it, it's not really her family heirloom, you know. And I want you to… to have something. For however long you want it."

She knows what he's trying to get at but she really doesn't want to think about that tonight. So she scoots closer, brushing her lips against his briefly. "Always."

-100-

Clarke wasn't really expecting Octavia and Raven to let them sleep in the next morning – hoping, maybe, but not expecting. And, sure enough, there's a loud knock on the door just as Bellamy turns the shower on in the bathroom.

She's flat on her back in the middle of the bed, still trying to catch her breath from her orgasm a few minutes ago, the AC rapidly cooling the sweat on her skin, but she reluctantly gets up and pulls on a hotel robe before going to get the door.

"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" Octavia greets her, swooping into the room. "Oh, good, I was a little worried we might catch Bell naked or something."

"You would have if you'd gotten here five minutes ago," Clarke mutters, closing the door behind Raven. "It's not even nine, what's the rush?"

Raven gives her a questioning look. "I'm sorry, do you not want an awesome wedding dress?"

"OK, yeah, of course I do." She pauses. "Though maybe not a wedding dress wedding dress."

Raven waves a hand dismissively. "Yeah, I wasn't thinking we'd go full ball gown or anything. Even if that would be appropriate with the whole 'princess' thing. But something a little nicer, at least."

Octavia frowns at them from one of the armchairs. "So we're not going to a bridal shop? I was looking forward to that."

"No, we are," Raven assures her, taking a seat on the couch. "We have an appointment at ten, hence the early start."

"Oh, good, I wanted to try some stuff on too," Octavia muses, and both Raven and Clarke snap their attention to her.

"Really?" Clarke asks. "Something you want to tell us…?"

Octavia shrugs, but there's a bit of color on her cheeks. "Nothing decided, but we've… talked about it a little, just casually, since Bell called last month. So maybe soon-ish."

Clarke's not sure she really wants the whole trying-on-wedding-dresses experience, but she can take one for the team if Octavia will be doing it too. "Well, if I'm going to get a dress, I need to know a little more about the wedding place." She sits down next to Raven and nudges her shoulder. "You have photos?"

"Of course."

They're still scrolling through the website – it really does look nice, not what Clarke would have expected from a Las Vegas wedding chapel at all – when the water turns off in the bathroom.

"I should probably warn him you're here," she says, getting up from the sofa and crossing to the bathroom.

"No shower sex when I'm in the next room!" Octavia calls after her just as she opens the door.

Bellamy's standing in front of the vanity, towel around his hips, and looks up at his sister's voice.

"I was going to warn you we had visitors," Clarke starts, "but you heard that, so…"

He lets out a chuckle. "I did, yeah. What are they doing here so early?"

She closes the door behind her for a moment and leans against it. "Apparently we have an appointment to try on wedding dresses at ten. Which your sister wants to do, too, by the way."

"Yeah?" His eyebrows shoot up. "Did Lincoln…"

She shakes her head. "But they've been talking, apparently, so maybe soon."

A wistful smile appears on his face. "I hope so. I have a feeling he can make her happy."

"I'll make sure he does," she promises, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "But right now, I need to take a shower if we're going to make the appointment I didn't know we had."

They do make it, just barely, grabbing some breakfast on the way.

It's not as overwhelming as Clarke feared – apparently, Raven gave them strict instructions on what type of dresses to show her, and there's not a poufy ball gown or five foot train in sight.

Well, apart from the dresses Octavia digs out of the racks for herself to try on, that is.

In the end, both Raven and Octavia approve a simple but pretty dress, knee length in a flowy material that feels appropriate considering the temperature, and they're back at the hotel in time to meet the boys for lunch.

In the afternoon, they check out the Strip in daylight, and then wrap the day up on Freemont Street, with a pit stop at the Marriage Bureau, which just happens to be a few blocks away. They try the zip line and check out the different performers, get some drinks and snacks, and after a few hours, Clarke feels one of her very uncommon headaches coming on, probably due to the overstimulation all around. It's been a few years since she was here last, but it's still just as overwhelming as she remembers, and she's glad when Raven suggests heading back towards their hotels for a late dinner.

"So that's the Vegas experience, huh?" Bellamy notes in the cab on the way back.

"I'm pretty sure you're getting the real Vegas experience tomorrow," Octavia pipes up from his other side. "You know, statistically speaking, I'm sure more people come here to get married than to go zip lining."

Clarke shrugs. "She's probably right."

Octavia tried to get them to split up for the night, claiming that it's bad luck to see each other before the actual ceremony on the wedding day, but Bellamy put his foot down on that one, and Clarke's glad he did when they wake up together, the light peeking in around the edges of the curtains already too bright but the room nice and dark and cool.

"Morning," Bellamy mumbles with a half-smile, and she rolls on top of him for a proper good morning kiss.

Things are just about to get interesting when there's a banging on the door and she sighs and buries her face against his throat.

"Go away!" he yells.

"You can have sex later!" Octavia yells back from the other side of the door.

Clarke pushes herself up on one elbow and looks down at him. "Is there any point in trying to get rid of her?"

Bellamy sighs. "Doubtful."

"Hmm…" she hums, leaning down again to press a kiss to his collar bone and then let her teeth scrape the skin, earning a hiss. "Maybe if we're loud enough she'll be embarrassed and leave?"

"Even if that might work on O, which I'm not sure it would, do you really think Raven would care?"

She groans and rolls off him, because of course Raven is out there too. "No, she'd probably get the front desk to open the door for her or something."

"Exactly." He pats her arm somewhat comfortingly before getting out of bed to let their annoying morning visitors in.

"Finally!" Raven exclaims when they enter the room and Clarke shoots her a deathly look. "What took so long?"

"Don't tell us if you were having sex, I do not want to know," Octavia adds. "Come on, chop chop."

"What are we even doing this early?" Clarke grumbles, wrapping the sheet around herself securely before sitting up. Bellamy, the traitor, has taken the opportunity to disappear into the bathroom. "You said the ceremony isn't until two."

"And it's eight thirty, we need to get breakfast and then we have an appointment at ten to get pampered," Raven tells her.

"Define 'pampered'."

"Mani, pedi, hair, face, makeup," Octavia clarifies. "That's two and a half hours, then we need to eat something, and then head over to the venue to get you dressed, which brings us to one forty-seven, according to my calculations."

Complaining about being interrupted in bed with her boyfriend – fiancée – is one thing, but complaining when her friends have gone to all this trouble is kind of shitty, so she just lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. But you're going to have to wait out in the hallway or the lobby or something, so I can get dressed."

Octavia immediately turns towards the door, but Raven just raises an eyebrow. "I've seen the goods before, babe."

"Out!"

-100-

Clarke has to admit that the whole pampering thing is kind of heavenly. They're at a salon just a block from the actual wedding venue, apparently, so they won't have to worry too much about the hundred degree heat outside after they're done, and the woman currently working on her feet is seriously amazing.

"OK, this was a good idea," she admits, the face mask straining a little against the movement.

Raven snorts to her left. "You don't have to sound so annoyed about it."

"I'm not, I just…"

"Were about to get laid, we get it," Raven cuts her off. "But come on, you're getting a wedding night later, and I promise we won't even try to keep you out that late. And we'll leave you alone tomorrow morning too."

"Oh, you're getting married?" the woman working on Octavia's feet exclaims, and that conversation gets them through the rest of the appointment.

It's not until they're in a small room at the wedding venue, Octavia unzipping the garment bag with Clarke's dress, that she starts getting nervous.

"You OK?" Raven immediately asks.

She puts on a faint smile. "Yeah, just… wedding jitters."

"Not having cold feet, right?" Octavia asks, eyes narrowed.

"Of course not."

"Why don't you go check on your brother?" Raven suggests. "I've got this."

Octavia looks between them once more. "You better."

"I'm fine, really," Clarke says when the door has closed behind her. "Just butterflies, but that's normal, right?"

Raven nods but still looks hesitant. "You know you can tell me if you changed your mind, right? Hell, you could tell Bellamy if you changed your mind, I don't think he'd even be upset."

"I know, and I haven't. I want to do this, I just…"

"What?"

Clarke takes a deep breath, tries to get her thoughts under control. "I guess it just… it feels sort of like the beginning of the end, you know?"

Raven squeezes her hand. "I know. But not getting married isn't going to change anything on that end, so…"

"I might as well get married?"

"As long as it's really what you want."

Clarke nods, trying to swallow down the lump that's formed in her throat. "It is. The only problem is that I don't just want to marry him, I want to be married to him. For longer than… a couple of weeks." Raven doesn't seem to have an answer to that, just pulls her into a tight hug. Clarke's the one to pull away, blinking back tears. "OK, bad time to hash that out. Come on, help me get the dress on and distract me so I don't ruin my makeup."

Octavia returns a few minutes later, looking relieved when Clarke's already wearing the dress, and then they're leaving the room and she's about to get married.

Raven and Octavia leave her by a set of double doors with instructions to wait for the music, and then sneak in to join the others.

It's only a couple of minutes before the music actually starts, but it feels much longer. When Clarke hears the first notes, she reaches for the door knob and, despite her hand shaking a little, manages to get it open.

She knows the room is beautiful, she saw Raven's pictures and heard her description of the flowers and decorations that would be there, but the only thing she sees in that moment is Bellamy.

He's at the other end of the room, of course, Miller next to him and a middle-aged woman behind him, and when their eyes meet, his whole face breaks into a smile so bright it could outshine the Strip a few blocks away.

She's not quite sure how she gets across the room, but then she's next to him and he reaches for her hand. "Hey, Princess."

"Hi. Ready to do this?"

"Absolutely."

She can't really focus on the officiator's words, but she does manage to say 'I do' at the right time, so it doesn't really matter. The whole ceremony is only about fifteen minutes and then she finally gets to kiss her husband.

The thought that that's going to take some getting used to, followed immediately by the thought that she won't really have time to get used to it, flashes through her mind, but she determinedly pushes them away.

She's not going to think about that anymore today.

Their friends barely take up a fifth of the chairs in the room, but they cheer loudly enough to give the impression of it being a full house when they walk back down the aisle, throwing flower petals instead of the traditional rice.

It's almost a shock to be back outside, the sun harsh and the heat like a wall when they leave the small wedding venue. Clarke blinks against the bright light and frowns at a white limo that's parked in front of them that definitely wasn't there before.

"I guess we're going all out," Bellamy notes next to her.

"You didn't know about this?" she asks, looking up at him.

He looks down at her, an easy smile on his face, and shrugs. "Raven said she had the whole afternoon and evening planned, I didn't ask for specifics."

She half-turns to face him fully, taking a small step closer. His arms go around her waist immediately. "And here I was hoping they'd let us get right to the wedding night…"

"Nope!" comes Raven's decisive voice from next to them, and Clarke turns to find their friends have joined them. "I promise we'll let you get to that soon enough, but not before we seriously celebrate."

Octavia and Miller cheer at that and Lincoln holds open the door to the limo. Bellamy raises his eyebrows in a silent question and she nods once. "I guess we're partying."

They pile into the limo and it takes off as soon as the door closes, the driver apparently already on top of their destination. Which turns out to be Treasure Island at the top of the Strip.

"We're doing a casino crawl, aren't we?" Clarke asks when the limo has dropped them off and disappeared.

Raven opens her mouth to respond, but Octavia beats her to it. "Most of us haven't been here before, so we're hijacking your wedding party. Sorry."

"We took a vote, babe," Raven adds with a shrug, pulling something out of her purse.

"We didn't get a vote," Bellamy points out, but he sounds more amused than annoyed.

"I'm sorry, did you or did you not ask me to plan today?" Raven asks, almost distractedly, as she pulls a hot pink silk ribbon of the type beauty contestants wear over Clarke's head and adjusts it diagonally over her chest. Clarke looks down and, after forcing her brain to read upside down and backwards, figures out it says 'just married'.

He inclines his head in confirmation as Octavia huffs. "Come on, Bell, we just want to have some fun. We didn't get to do any bachelor or bachelorette stuff, this can double as that."

"I didn't say we're not doing it," he tells her, hands raised in a defensive pose.

"Good." Octavia grabs Lincoln's hand. "We'll be at the roulette table if anyone wants to join us. Meet back here at four."

They disappear into the casino, Miller and Jackson following.

"We have an itinerary?" Bellamy asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"I figured it was best, otherwise things would probably get out of hand fast, with eight of us," Raven replies, pulling out another ribbon, this one blue. Bellamy figures out what she wants before she has to ask, bending down a little for her. "One hour at each casino – Treasure Island, Venetian, Mirage, Flamingo, and Bellagio, and then we'll wrap up with dinner at your hotel at eight, after which I promise we will let you call it a night if you want."

"The Flamingo?" Clarke asks, straightening Bellamy's ribbon a little. Like hers, it also says 'just married'. "You sure that's a good idea?"

He looks between them with a frown. "What's wrong with the Flamingo?"

Zeke snorts a laugh. "Raven was kicked out from it in the fifties. She's probably technically still banned."

"You got kicked out of a casino?" Bellamy repeats, sounding awed. "What did you do?"

She waves it off. "Just some card counting, nothing big. Don't worry – I've gotten way better at not getting caught."

Clarke just shakes her head. "I swear, if you get us kicked out again…"

Raven hooks an arm around her shoulders and tugs all of them along towards the entrance. "Relax. Even if they have, like, a rogue gallery or something, who would believe I'm the same person? We're good. Now come on, like Octavia put it – we just want to have some fun!"

And they really do – Clarke does try to take things a little slow, not drink too much, and she can tell that Bellamy does too, but they try blackjack and roulette and play the slot machines, and cheer Octavia on when she hits a winning streak at the craps table, and accept hugs and congratulations from complete strangers.

Raven does not get kicked out of the Flamingo again, but Octavia nearly gets in a fight with an old woman who claims she stole her slot machine and won a hundred bucks. Lincoln steps in right on time, though, defusing the situation and charming the woman so completely she walks away looking a little dazed.

All in all, they make it to the restaurant that Raven's booked at Caesar's Palace in one piece, nobody too broke, Clarke doesn't think, and everyone either pleasantly buzzed or – in Octavia and Jackson's case – borderline drunk.

Everyone seems to be having a good time, though, which is what's most important.

Raven's apparently already put in an order for some sort of tasting menu, so dinner's basically a free-for-all with everyone grabbing what looks good, passing dishes around. Their waiter does ask them to keep it down a little once, but he's rolling his eyes as he does, which makes Clarke think it's probably just for show for whoever complained about them being too loud. They do manage to lower the volume – which basically means Octavia – a little, and nobody else complains.

It's almost eleven by the time they finally finish dessert, and Raven stands. "Time to hit the casino, who's in?"

Zeke, Miller and Octavia cheer, and Bellamy shoots Clarke a questioning look. "What do you say, play for a while?"

She's pretty sure he wouldn't ask if he didn't want to, so she smiles. "Sure."

That brings another round of cheers from Octavia and Miller, and Raven ushers everyone out of the restaurant before they're actually asked to leave.

They find an almost empty roulette table and play there together for a while, Zeke winning a few hundred bucks only to lose them five minutes later when his luck seems to jump to Bellamy.

"OK, I'm up a grand," he announces a little later. "How about quitting while we're ahead, Princess?"

Clarke's just been watching the others play for the last twenty minutes or so, not quite waiting for him to want to leave, but sort of. "Sounds good."

Raven pulls her into a hug before they leave. "You did have fun, right?"

Clarke squeezes her friend back. "Best day in a long time, Rae, promise. But now I want to go get laid for the first time as a married woman, thanks."

Raven laughs as she pulls away. "Fair enough. We don't have any plans tomorrow, but brunch at Mimosas whenever you two decide to get out of bed?"

"Mmm, yes please."

"OK, just call whenever. Love you."

"Love you too."

They say their goodbyes to everyone else, and don't even care that Octavia's 'have fuuuuun' follows them as they leave.

They're not alone in the elevator, but Bellamy still wraps his arms around her from behind. "Good day?" he asks quietly, and Clarke leans back against him.

"Amazing."

A bellboy gets out of the elevator on their floor, so they keep their hands to themselves as they hurry down the corridor, but as soon as the door closes behind them, Bellamy pushes her up against the wall next to it, mouth hot and insistent on hers.

"Fuck, I've been wanting to do that for hours," he murmurs into her skin, trailing kisses down her throat.

"Uh-huh, that makes two of us."

He pauses at the neckline of her dress, pulling away to look her up and down. "Love the dress, by the way, I don't think I said that."

She takes the opportunity to reach out to get the first few buttons in his shirt undone. "You didn't, but I kind of figured. You're not half bad yourself, but I think this shirt would look much better on the floor."

Clarke finishes the last of the buttons and tugs the shirt out of his pants, pushing it off his shoulders, and he shrugs it off before stepping in again. "Same goes for your dress," he days before reclaiming her lips. A moment later, she feels his hand run up her back, and then he pulls the zipper down.

She manages to step out of the dress and kick it aside without breaking the kiss, and makes quick work of the button and zipper on Bellamy's pants before he pushes her back against the wall again, his fingers digging into her hips slightly. When she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer, she can feel that he must have gotten rid of his pants as well, the cotton of his boxers soft against her skin.

She always loses track of time completely during their make-out sessions, and this time is no exception – when his lips abandon hers to trail down her neck to her chest and then her stomach, she has no idea if it's been five minutes or an hour.

He sinks to his knees, eyes dark when he looks up at her. "Brings back memories, huh?"

It takes Clarke's brain a second to refocus, but then the moment he must be referring to fills her mind – the first time he cooked her dinner, being pressed up against the wall by his bedroom door, his mouth and fingers bringing her to orgasm for the very first time.

"Mmm," she agrees. "Planning a trip down memory lane?"

Bellamy chuckles against her stomach, his hot breath sending shivers through her, and hooks two fingers in her panties to pull them down. "Not necessarily, but we'll see…"

She remembers how he teased her that night, pushed her to the edge again and again, and that was before he really got to know her and her body. Now, he knows exactly how to drive her crazy.

Which seems to be his plan tonight, if the way he works her up only to let her back down once, twice, three times is any indication.

The fourth time he pulls away from her clit to kiss the inside of her thigh, Clarke can't help but let out a whine. "Bellamy… please, it's not fair to tease your wife on your wedding night…"

He huffs a laugh, but then he pushes two fingers inside her and returns his attention to her clit, and a moment later, she finally, finally tumbles over the edge.

When she comes back down, Bellamy's straightened up and she pulls him in for a kiss, feeling him hard against her curls, which means he must have gotten his boxers off while she was… distracted.

"Better?" he murmurs against her lips and she slides a hand between them to wrap around him and line him up.

"Much better."

He pulls away slightly, just enough to be able to look her in the eye as he pushes into her, slowly, pausing when he's all the way in.

They both still for a second, breathing hard, the moment frozen around them. Then Clarke pulls him back in, the kiss less technique and more desperate need, and he starts moving.

It's not the most comfortable of positions, and when something scrapes her back some time later, she realizes that she's still wearing her bra. She breaks the kiss with a huff, putting a hand against Bellamy's chest to push him back enough to let her get a hand between her back and the wall.

He frowns down at her adorably so she holds up the offending garment when she's gotten it off. The corner of his lips turn up in a smirk and then he leans down to pull a nipple into his mouth as his hips snap against hers again.

She doesn't even try to hold back the moan, sliding her fingers into his hair and letting her head fall back against the wall. He hooks a hand under her knee, lifting her leg up and changing the angle of his thrusts enough that he hits that sweet spot, and when his other hand finds her clit a moment later, she comes with a cry.

He doesn't let up as her orgasm washes through her, instead picking up his pace, and the waves of pleasure still haven't faded completely when he stills and then pulses deep inside her, burying a groan against her throat.

Clarke recovers before he does, pressing kisses against his shoulder as he catches his breath.

"Good start to the wedding night?" he finally asks, and she lets out a breathless laugh.

"Absolutely."

Chapter warnings: explicit sexual content, duh – it's their wedding night!