N: Yes, I know it took forever, but here it is, the second part. I could do a (final) 3rd one if you guys review letting me know you want it lol. Hey, it's not like I am asking for money 😊 just want to know someone appreciates my work and wants more.

Hope you enjoy it.

Just You

It was late in the afternoon and Clarke was in the dropship, folding bandages and inventorying the medicinal plants. They will have to go out soon, they were nearly out of rocca and algae. Clarke shook her head. No, she had already counted that little jar. She started over, only for her mind to drift away once more. Away to two nights ago when Bellamy snuck into her tent after midnight and crawled under the sheets and between her legs. Her whole body heated up at the memory. It had felt so good…he always made her feel so good. It had been nearly two months since they started their 'deal'. Two months since she walked into his tent and asked him for a favor. They had been having sex nearly every day since. The problem was that Clarke was falling deeper and deeper under the allure of Bellamy Blake and even though she knew it wasn't going to end well, she couldn't stay away. She was thinking about him all the time. When they were in close proximity, her eyes would automatically search for him. When they were apart, she missed him. She missed his voice, his touch and most of all, she always missed his smile. Clarke thought Bellamy Blake had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen, and when it was directed at her, it made her stomach quiver.

Oh and his hands. She loved his hands. Big, always warm and demanding, but also soft and gentle. Just the memory of his hands on her was enough to make her shiver. Her legs pressed together as she felt a throbbing heat between them. She bit her lip…she was in trouble. Clarke knew that she was well on her way to developing an addiction to Bellamy. No, that was wishful thinking. The truth was, she already did. She was already addicted to him. She was addicted to his low, demanding, gruff voice. Addicted to his touch, because he always seemed to know exactly where to touch and how much pressure to apply to make her body tremble with pleasure. And his mouth. Clarke let out a little sigh. His mouth was… well let's just say that the things that man could do with his mouth were not fair.

Wrapped up in her day-dream, Clarke didn't notice the person leaning against the wall until she turned to leave. She gasped loudly, placing her palm against her chest. Her heart was beating too fast against her rib cage, Clarke was sure it will leave a dent. Her eyes closed briefly and when she opened them again, Bellamy was watching her with a lazy grin on his face. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, one knee bent, watching her, amusement obvious on his face. The first thing she felt was not annoyance, was not fear, wasn't even desire. No, the first overwhelming emotion she felt as her eyes found his was joy.

"If I had any money, I would pay to know what you were thinking a few seconds ago," he said and Clarke bit her lip. "Judging by the expression on your face and your reaction just now, I think I can guess," he went on. Clarke blushed. Bellamy peeled himself slowly off the wall. He walked towards her like a feline who has already cornered its pray. Once he got in front of her, he lowered his head. "Or maybe I could pay you in a different way," he whispered in her ear. A soft little shiver went through her body. "An orgasm for your thoughts," he offered.

Clarke tilted her head up to look at him. He had that golden spark in his eyes that let her know he was up to no good. It was truly remarkable the way his eyes changed color based on his mood. He thought she had beautiful eyes, or at least he had told her so a couple of times. Told her the color of her eyes made him think of the bright, cloudless sky. She supposed they were nice enough. Nice, but rather boring. His eyes on the other hand were…well, very much like him. At first glance, nothing spectacular, normal, brown eyes. But just like getting to know Bellamy Blake, paying attention to his eyes, one would realize there was more to it. The first time she noticed that his eyes changed color was when the sun hit them just right. They were outside camp, searching for red algae. They only stopped for a few minutes and lay on the grass, eyes closed against the bright rays of sun. And then he opened his eyes and looked at her and there it was, a flicker of orange. As if the sun itself snuck into those irises. Then of course, there was that wicked golden spark whenever he was being playful. And the way they went dark, so dark they were almost black, whenever he was aroused. But Clarke's personal favorite was the warm, chocolate color he got whenever he looked upon his sister, or Jasper or Monty. That was what she called: 'affectionate brown' because it was there whenever he looked at someone he cared about. And she knew he cared about all of them. He was after all in large part responsible for keeping them alive. But there were a few people that could make him show it once in a while.

So yeah…Clarke Griffin wasn't falling in love with Bellamy Blake…she already did. She fell in love with him little by little. She fell in love with him every time he would saw a pelt into a jacket and have his sister give it to one of the younger kids. She fell in love with him whenever he brought a plate of food over to her because he knew she didn't eat all day. He always checked on her and on any patients she might have. She fell in love with him because despite acting tough and in control all the time, it was all just to help the others stay positive and hopeful, because deep inside he was so kind and gentle. Bellamy Blake had the biggest heart she's ever met and that was why she loved him with all of hers.

She knew he didn't feel the same and she was okay with that. He never made her any promise, never lied to her or led her on. Yes, they had sex. Often. And it was…incredible! He was an attentive, generous and passionate lover. He'd told her she was beautiful, told her she felt good to the touch. He told her he liked kissing her, that he liked her full breasts that he liked making her cum…but he never told her he liked her.

When he reached for her, her body molded to his without a conscious thought from her. Once again she felt, like she often did, that her body now belonged to him more than it belonged to her. His hand slid to the back of her head, large callused fingers tangling in her hair. Clarke's eyes fell closed at the familiar touch. His mouth found hers and started kissing her. He kissed her slow. His tongue twirling leisurely against her own. She moaned softly into his mouth. It felt so good. She could feel every stroke of his tongue deep down in the pit of her stomach.

Before she could actually acknowledge what was happening, Bellamy had already removed her shirt and had her pinned against the cold metal wall. She opened her mouth ready to protest, but at the specific moment, his mouth captured her earlobe and his hand slipped underneath her bra to close over her left breast. So instead of words, a needy little whimper came out of her mouth.

Her bra followed her shirt on the floor a minute later. "Bellamy, what are you doing?" she asked out of breath.

Clarke felt him smirk against her skin. "If I have to explain, I am doing a piss of a job," he said.

She meant to roll her eyes at him, but didn't get the change as his tongue dipped into that particularly sensitive spot above her collarbone. "Hmm…no, I meant…Bellamy," she breathed once his mouth closed over one of her nipples. "There are…ahhh…God…" his tongue was going up and down over her hardened bud, making her head spin. "Bellamy, there are people right below us. They are going to hear."

Bellamy kissed his way back up her throat. "Then you better keep quiet princess," he whispered. His mouth closed over hears once more. Oh, he did that so well. Too well in fact. So much so that Clarke Griffin, the practical scientist, lost all ability to think. His hand slid from her chest to her belly, sneaking underneath her pants. Just a few precise strokes from his fingers and he had her moaning against his mouth. Her arms looped around his neck in pure need of support. Once again, reduced to a pile of goo by the sexual powers of Bellamy Blake. Clarke wanted to find the strength to at least feel ashamed about it, but she couldn't.

As he applied a little more pressure against her clit, Clarke pulled away from the kiss. Her head dropped backwards and she bit her lip to keep in a moan. She let out a soft breath as she looked at him. Their eyes locked. He held her gaze as he let a finger slide between her folds. Her eyes opened wide, teeth clenched, nails digging into his shoulders. As he added a second finger, she closed her eyes and let out a whimper. "Bellamy," she murmured.

"God, I would never get tired of hearing you say my name like that," he said before kissing her. Clarke moaned into his mouth. Her eager hands slipped underneath his shirt, pulling at it in desperation trying to get it off. She needed to feel him. Feel his hard, toned body against her fingertips. She needed to feel his skin against hers.

Finally, Bellamy took pity on her. He pulled away and removed his shirt. Clarke nearly let out another moan at the sight. Her eyes went straight to the middle. His pants were riding low on his hips, accentuating the perfect v shape of his lower abdomen. She stretched out her hand to caress his abs.

"I see you like my body."

"It's…adequate," she whispered.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow at her. "Adequate?" he asked. He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. His fingers made quick work of the little buttons of her pants, before pulling her pants off of her along with her panties. Clarke gasped loudly as he turned her around, placing her palms against the wall. He entered her in one deep thrust. She moaned as she threw her head back in extasy. "Adequate?" he asked again as he started pumping in and out at a fast pace, bring Clarke closer and closer to a promising release. "Maybe I should leave you unfinished," he said and stopped as abruptly as he had started. "Would that be adequate?" he asked.

Clarke turned around to face him. He smirked at her. "No please," she begged.

"No, I cannot," he said and his tone changed from playful to something close to sad. "Because look at you. You are all," he took a step back and let his eyes roam all over her now naked body. "You are all soft curves, blue eyes and wild hair. You are all passion and strengths and just a hint of vulnerability. You," he reached for her and burring a hand in her hair. "You are all I think about when I am not worried about keeping us alive," he admitted as he caressed her jawline with his thumb. "So, I can't leave you like this. I have to give you what you need," he said. He grabbed her right leg, entering her once more, slowly this time. Then he reached for her left leg, wrapping both her legs around his waist and pushing her against the wall.

He set a slow, lazy pace. Clarke buried her fingers in his midnight hair. His eyes were still on hers and she couldn't look away. "I…" she murmured softly. "I," she repeated before closing her eyes and looking away. Bellamy cupped her face, forcing her to look at him.

"You what Clarke?" he asked in a gruff whisper. Her only response was another mumbled 'I' and then more silence. "There hasn't been anyone else," he said. Clarke frowned. "Since you and I started…" he hesitated for a few seconds. "Whatever this is. Since we started sleeping together, there hasn't been anyone else," he said. "Not for me," he added.

"Me either," she said.

Bellamy resumed his leisurely strokes. His hips simply rocking back and forward. His movements were slow, but deep and he could feel Clark's inner walls started to clench around him. He kept his strokes slow, but shorter and deeper.

"I don't want anyone else," Clarke let out in a breath right before coming undone in his arms.