A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes

AN: This is a one-shot from the point of view of my OC Alex, who is the main character of my 100 story called The Long Way Down. I've had this idea in my head for awhile but wasn't sure where to put it in my story, so it ended up as a separate one-shot. It would probably take place sometime after chapter 30, although I think this could totally be read as a standalone. If you are interested, see my profile to read the original!

Warning: Smut!

With a hiss of discomfort, Alex flipped over for what felt like the millionth time that night, trying to get comfortable in bed. She had spent most of the day hauling firewood into camp, the physically challenging job keeping her mind off of everything else going on. But now, she was paying for it - her entire body ached.

She was finally starting to drift off to sleep when a warm hand touched her shoulder. Tensing at the touch, she turned her head slightly to see who it was, too tired to be alarmed that she hadn't noticed someone entering her tent.

"Bellamy?" she mumbled in confusion, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed behind her.

"Shh," he hushed quietly, the pressure from his hands increasing as he started rubbing her shoulders, his thumbs pressing and kneading the sore muscles between her shoulder blades. "I've seen you working hard today. Relax."

She wanted to protest out of reflex, but her mind was already focusing on the feeling of his hands on her, pressing, soothing, and kneading away some of her discomfort. Whatever he was doing, it felt amazing.

"Like that?" he asked, his breath ghosting past her ear.

She could hear the mirth in his tone and knew he was smirking. But all she could do was let out a small moan in agreement as she sank further into her bed.

A breathy laugh escaped him, and then his fingers retreated from her skin. A small whine escaped her before she could stop herself, only to feel him shift and sit on the back of her thighs, his fingertips grazing along her lower back. She inhaled sharply when they slipped under the hem of her shirt, his slightly rough fingers cool against the warmth of her back.

His thumbs caressed the skin of her lower back in gentle circles before pressing down firmly and kneading the tight muscles he found there. Slowly, he worked his way up the edges of her spine, his hands never leaving her skin, the constant pressure working a sigh passed her lips.

When his finders encountered the band of her bra, he paused for only a second. With a flick of his fingers, her bra was loose.

Alex's back arched in response, enjoying the touch. "You have magic fingers," she mumbled into her pillow.

Bellamy chuckled, the air ghosting across the skin of her back. For a second, she thought she felt the soft, warm feeling of his lips pressed between her shoulder blades. "I can do a lot more than this with my fingers."

Her body flushed at the implication of his words hit her, her mind unwillingly wondering how good his fingers would feel between her legs, how good they would feel inside her.

Bellamy's sure hands continued kneading her tense muscles, following the same pattern; starting low on her back, then kneading his way up along the curve of her spine, spending a moment at her shoulders before working his way down again.

Then he leaned up over her, his shirt caressing the skin of her bare back. "What do you want, Alex?" His voice was husky as he breathed into her ear. The way he said her name had her skin prickling and warming from within. His lips brushed the sensitive skin behind her ear and she bit her lip. "I can help you relax. We could do whatever you want."

Her breath caught in her throat and she shuddered at the way his comment ignited a fire in her veins and an unbearable ache between her thighs. She knew what she wanted - she wanted him gripping her hips, his mouth buried between her legs. She wanted to have her thighs wrapped around his waist as he slid deep inside her.

But even though she knew what she wanted, she hesitated. Could she accept his offer? Should she accept his offer? Indecision filled her. Did she just want to be another of Bellamy's girls, a new flavor of the week? Slowly, she turned over and Bellamy sat back, still straddling her thighs, but his hands never left the skin of her belly, his thumb drawing circles on the skin below her navel, just above the waistline of her pants.

Leaning back on her elbows, she studied his face, looking for any sign of what he was thinking, but his expression was carefully blank. Except even though he tried to hide it, his brown eyes were dark with lust as he stared down at her with an intensity that shot down to her core.

Maybe he could see the indecision on her face because he cocked his head to the side, one hand coming up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing her lower lip gently. "Don't overthink it, Evans. This doesn't need to mean anything for us to enjoy it."

He was right, she realized with a jolt. Why did she think there needed to be feelings between them for them to fuck? If she was willing and he was willing, then that should be all that mattered.

Decision made, she fully sat up until her chest was flush with his, the warmth of his belly radiating against hers. The hand that had been resting on her cheek slid around the side of her head until his fingers tangled in her hair. Her own hands drifted until they gripped his shirt.

Tilting her head back to meet his gaze, her teeth grazed her bottom lip before giving him her answer, and she felt a flush of satisfaction when his eyes dropped to her mouth as she did so.

She took a deep breath and whispered, "I want you to fuck me."

His eyebrows jumped in surprise at her words before a small laugh left him. "Bold. I like it." His hand tightened in her hair and tilted her head back further as he leaned down, his soft lips barely brushing against her own before pressing more firmly. Their mouths danced against one another and it wasn't long before his tongue caressed her bottom lip. Parting her mouth, she allowed him access, her tongue stroking his. Then he left her mouth, his lips sliding along her cheek to her ear. "You don't have to tell me twice."

She shivered at the hungry tone in his voice. Heart pounding in her chest, she tried to regain some control over her erratic breathing, but the promise in his voice made it difficult.

Then his hand was on her chest, gently pushing her away from him, back down onto the bed.

At her questioning look, he smirked.

"Hard work deserves a reward," he said, shrugging off his jacket and pulling off his shirt in one swift move.

At the sight of his defined abs and well-toned chest, her eyebrows jumped. An appreciative smile crossed her lips as she leaned back.

"See something you like?" A knowing smirk crossed his lips as he watched her check him out.

One thing she knew for sure - Bellamy knew he was good looking and wasn't afraid to acknowledge it. She wasn't going to help inflate his already too big ego.

She shrugged, pretending she was unimpressed by what she saw. "Meh. I've seen better."

Bellamy barked out a laugh before leaning back over her until they were face to face. She could feel the warmth of his chest against hers. His leg came up and pressed up between her legs, right against her core, and she swallowed hard.

"I'm going to eat you out, Alex," he breathed, staring straight into her eyes. "Until your thighs clench around my head and you are screaming my name. Then you won't even remember if you've seen better." There was a sureness in Bellamy's voice that told her he knew he was right. He wasn't just making a prediction, he was telling her exactly what was going to happen.

She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly bone dry. She was pretty sure all of camp could hear how loudly her heart was pounding behind her ribs. Somehow, she returned his challenging smirk. "We'll see," she whispered back.

His eyes darted to her mouth as her tongue flickered over her lips. "I'm not afraid of a challenge," he replied, his voice hoarse in a way that hadn't been before.

Grasping the hem of her shirt, he dragged it up her belly, his fingertips grazing her sides as he went. She helped him pull it over her head, only realizing a second later that he had taken her bra off with it, her exposed nipples hardening in the cool night air.

As soon as her shirt was off over her head, his lips claimed hers once more, his tongue tracing her bottom lip, further igniting the ball of heat in her belly, sending her nerves sizzling. Her hands desperately ran over the muscles in his chest and along the panes of his back, her nails digging into his biceps. She ached to feel him, to feel the warmth and strength beneath her hands.

All too soon, his mouth left hers, trailing off down her jaw, his lips nipping and sucking along the base of her throat, along her collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Her breathing was no longer her own; his lips pulled ragged breaths from her as he went.

Her back arched as he ducked down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He rolled the bud between his teeth, the flat of his tongue caressing over the top. His hand gripped her other breast, massaging the tender flesh, and pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger until a moan left her mouth. She couldn't stop herself from rolling her hips against his thigh, looking for some form of friction for the ache between her legs. She could feel his hard erection against her thigh, and something deep within her ached.

She was so busy panting and squirming under his mouth and his hands that she almost didn't notice his other hand come down between them until his fingers touched her lower belly, dipping beneath the front of her pants, but staying above her panties. The promise of his fingers there, and what they meant, had her gripping his shoulders tightly.

Yes, she wanted to tell him. Please, touch me.

His lips hardly left her skin as he moved from one nipple to the other. Then he slid further down her front, trailing kisses between her breasts and her belly, his lips gently brushing over her skin to her navel, the touch light and breathy along her skin. They left a trail of fire in their wake.

Before his mouth arrived at the waistband of her pants, he fully dipped his hand between her legs, pressing his fingers against her panty covered entrance and dragging up over her clit. A strangled moan left her at the touch and she tried to roll her hips against his hand but he was quick to pull his hand out of her pants, leaving her craving any kind of contact.

Then Bellamy sat up, his dark eyes meeting her own as his hands found the button of her pants.

With a flick of his fingers, he undid them, then traced the edge of her pants to her hips, where his finger slid under the fabric. Slowly, he slid her pants down, his thumbs catching the fabric of her underwear as he went. It took him one smooth motion to pull her pants off of her legs, taking her underwear with them.

She felt strangely self-conscious, and couldn't stop her knees from clenching together, her cheeks warming up at the thought of him seeing her entirely naked.

His hands on her knees stopped her. Her gaze jumped to his, and she found him staring at her. His gaze was hungry. "Alex. I want to see you. All of you."

She dragged her bottom lip through her teeth, only hesitating a second. When he gently tugged on her knees, she allowed him to spread her legs, her knees falling to the sides, fully exposing herself to him.

For a long moment, his eyes stayed on her own, his hands running up and down her inner thighs, his fingers barely touching her skin. Then his eyes fell away from her own and trailed down over her body. A low hum of appreciation left him as his gaze raked her chest, down to her navel, and further down between her legs. "Fuck," he mutters and she had the feeling that he hadn't intended to say the words out loud.

Her heart pounded in her throat, her breath left her body in quick, expectant gasps as she watched him move back onto his elbows, laying down on his stomach and settling himself between her legs. She swallowed at the feeling of the tips of his hair brushing against the sensitive skin of her thighs. Her body felt tense, hyper-aware of his proximity, each of her nerves sizzling with expectation.

He pressed his lips to the inside of her leg before moving her feet onto his shoulders, further spreading her legs to give him better access. His lips trailed along the inside of her inner thigh towards her center, only to stop and nip at the skin next to where she wanted him most.

His dark eyes met hers and with a devious look, he ducked his head and gave her one good lap with the flat of his tongue, his eyes never leaving her own. She inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering as her hips jolted like she had been struck by electricity. At her reaction, a breathy laugh left him.

She couldn't help the moan that escaped her as his tongue started lazily swirling and lapping at her, from her entrance to her clit. His pace was slow and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. Like he could do this forever.

It didn't take long before her body heated, warming from within. Her skin prickled and her hands shook as she reached down, needing somewhere to put them, some way to pull him closer. When her fingers found his dark locks, she gripped them tight and rolled her hips against his mouth.

Then his mouth latched onto her clit and her whole body jolted, her head snapping back against the bed with a strangled moan. He spent enough time sucking at her clit, his tongue swirling and flicking against until rough pants tore from her lungs and fire surged through her veins. "Oh, f-fuck," she panted out, her stomach clenched in pleasure.

Then something brushed against her entrance, the touch so light that she could have imagined it entirely. Except Bellamy slowly increased the pressure until his finger traced the outlines of her folds, brushing against her entrance enticingly, leaving her quivering for more. When he dipped just the tip of his finger in her, a sharp gasp escaped her.

Then he did it again. And again. Except his finger never went deep enough to satisfy, never deep enough to ease the craving within her that cried for more.

Her hands tightened almost painfully in his hair as she tried to roll her hips against him, hoping to get him to do what she wanted, but Bellamy pulled his mouth away from her entirely.

She whimpered as she looked down, wondering why he had stopped, only to find him already watching her.

He curled an arm under her thigh and pressed down over her lower belly, keeping her hips pinned in place. When she tried rolling her hips against him, a frustrated hiss escaped her at her inability to move.

But she was fully aware of how the tip of his finger had never left her. His touch was only enough to keep her aware.

He watched her, watching her groans of frustration, watching the way she tried and failed to rock her hips against him. The smirk on his face grew as he watched her squirm beneath his touch.

She wanted more; she needed more. And he knew it.

"You fucking tease," she almost whimpered.

He cocked her head to the side, giving her an innocent look. "Patience, Al," he said, leaning down and placing a single kiss on her clit.

Her breath hitched, and her hips jerked as much as they could under his arm. The tip of his finger lightly traced her entrance. But it wasn't enough.

A frustrated sound escapes her. "Move," she begs. "Do something. Please."

He smirked, kissed her inner thigh. "Can't have this ending too soon. Since, you know, you haven't actually said my name at all." He rested his chin on her pelvic bone as he raised his eyebrows expectantly. "All you need to say is 'Bellamy, please fuck me.'" There was an almost mocking tone to his words.

"Not going to happen, jerk," she hissed as she glared down at him, hoping that her expression would somehow get him to move.

He rolled his eyes. "You'll say it," he murmured as he lazily leaned down and licked her again. "I know you will. I just need to find the right buttons to push."

"Not going to —"

Her voice died in her throat and all thoughts stuttered to a halt as he fully sank two fingers into her, all the way to the knuckle. Her back arched off the bed with a keening moan. The feeling, the stretch, sent fire and ecstasy through her veins.

"What was that?" Bellamy asked innocently, slowly withdrawing his fingers from her before sinking them into her once again, curving them towards her front. The drag of his fingers finally addressed the craving deep inside her.

A shuddering breath escaped her. "Fuck. You," she gasped out.

He chuckled. "Oh, that will come. Later." She could hear the grin in his voice, the taunting, the promise, but she doesn't have much time to give it much thought because his mouth returns to her.

It wasn't long before the combination of his mouth on her and his fingers plunging in and out of her in steady motion, twirling and scissoring as they went, had her moaning out loud, her thighs tightening around his head as her fingers fisted into his hair.

He chuckled against her and soon a molten warmth began to pool deep in her belly. She could feel how her walls tightened around him, her stomach clenching in pleasure as warmth seemed to surge through her. Bellamy seemed to feel it too, because he quickened his movements, hitting all the right parts with talented hands and an even more talented mouth.

His tongue left her, his thumb taking its place. "I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time," he said roughly, and she could feel the way his breath caressed the skin between her legs.

She moaned and quivered under his touch, because that's all she could do. Not disagreeing, never disagreeing with this.

He slid up her body until he was looking down at her face, leaning on his elbow at her side, his hand never stopping its movement between them. He watched her as she writhed beneath him, focused on his one and only task. His hips rocked against her side.

She felt the tension building in her body, and one of her hands left his hair to clutch the back of his neck, digging her nails into his skin. Her walls clenched tighter and tighter and tighter.

"Bellamy…" was all she could gasp out before everything within her snapped.

Her back arched and her knees clamped tightly around his hips as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. He slowed his motions, but didn't stop, continuing to pulse his fingers inside her, allowing her to ride out the rest of her euphoria.

He leaned down and kissed her once, and she could taste herself on his lips. "I knew I could make you say my name, Alex," he breathed into her ear, his lips caressing her skin. Then he said again, louder: "Alex!

Alex woke with a gasp, her body feeling hot and flustered, her hand between her thighs. The afterimage of Bellamy over her was slow to fade away, even when his voice remained clear as day in her ears. Removing her hand from her pants, she sat up and pressed her palms to her eyes. Her cheeks only further reddened when she thought about what, and who, she had been dreaming of.

"Alex?"

Her head snapped up. "Nate?" she squeaked, mortified to realize that Nate was standing at the entrance to her tent, staring back at her.

The look on his face told her he knew exactly what he had walked in on. "Bellamy?" he asked in amusement.

Flushing in embarrassment, she groaned as he laughed and covered her head with her blankets.

The image of Bellamy Blake with his head between her legs was not one she was going to forget any time soon.

AN: First time posting smut. Please let me know what you think!