a/n The penultimate chapter! Huge thanks to Stormkpr for betaing it and happy reading!
It turns out that negotiating the deal was the easy part, Bellamy decides, as he sits on the couch with Clarke and listens to her talk through her latest strategy.
"We should just tell them – Wells and Miller, I mean. We should just come out and say it."
"You don't think they'll be angry with us for keeping it from them?" He asks. "We've really kept them in the dark about all this." That's a little like Mount Weather keeping quiet about caged grounders and bone marrow, he decides. He's beginning to realise the line between right and wrong is more of a slow, graceless slide.
"They'll understand that we decided it was safer not to have too many people in on the plan. I think Miller might be a git grouchy at first – he gets worked up when he's scared or taken by surprise, doesn't he? I remember that when you had Lincoln locked up."
"I think he'll be OK. He's got a lot calmer lately. I'm more worried about Wells – but I know that's only because he never used to like me."
"I'm pleased you two figured that out. It's good to see my two favourite people getting along."
He grins. Her two favourite people. He ought to have realised that already, perhaps – he obviously makes the list. But he's still struggling to understand exactly where they stand, now that there is no need to put on a show of a relationship for the security guards. They're definitely still together – that much seems clear. But he's desperate for them to define what's going on here, craving some confirmation that he has not only imagined the unspoken agreement between the two of them to stay together by choice.
"OK. So tonight we're going to tell Wells and Miller."
"Yeah. Just them I think – let's try to find a subtle way to get them alone."
"Then tomorrow we sign the deal. What then? Do you want to go see your mum right away?"
"We should tell the kids what's going on. We'll make some kind of joint announcement with President Wallace – that will really show we're on the same side now. And then we can take anyone who wants to visit their parents. That might be difficult – we don't know who survived."
"Maybe we just take everyone and have a look around. Everyone will have friends or neighbours who made it, even if they have no family. And I think there are enough rovers and trucks to take everyone. We can get some of the guards to drive us – that'll be a good first gesture of cooperation."
"Yeah. Good idea."
Silence sits for a moment. Bellamy is content to let it, content simply to sit and hold Clarke. He supposes they ought to move on to another stage of the plan, sooner or later. But here and now, in this moment, for the first time in a long while, he actually feels quite calm and optimistic about the future.
He's still mourning the past, of course. But the two things can go hand in hand.
"I'm looking forward to introducing you to my mum." Clarke says quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I think – I want to be able to show her that this is where I'm at now, you know? I've decided what I want out of life. Before I went into solitary I was just a kid, drifting through my apprenticeship, frustrated with the things I could see going wrong on the Ark around me. But now I know who I want to be. I want to be a doctor like she is, and an activist like my dad, and a leader because that's who I am, too. And you're part of that. I want to be with you. That's a big part of my life now."
"I want to be with you, too. For real, I mean." He dares to admit.
She grins up at him. "Yeah? I guess I was hoping I'd have noticed by now if you didn't actually like me at all."
He laughs, tickles affectionately at her side for a moment until she is laughing, too. That gives him a second or two to gather his courage.
"I love you." He tells her, firm as he can manage. "For real, I mean – not just for the act or the plan."
"I love you too. I meant it right from the moment I first said it."
"I know. I just – I didn't know how you meant it."
"I don't think I knew exactly how I meant it then either." She muses quietly. "But I know how I mean it now. I mean I love you in the way that makes me want to share a life with you, as well as a bed."
"Good – because you're stuck with me now."
…...
Clarke has to admit to herself that she's a little more nervous about telling Wells all the news than she let on to Bellamy.
That's silly, of course. She knows on a logical level that Wells will be fine with their secrecy – he's the most forgiving person she knows, and he has been nothing but understanding and supportive since she found herself as leader of a rabble of teenagers. Yet there's a simmering nervousness deep in her belly she cannot quite ignore, however hard she tries. She has disappointed and neglected Wells too often of late. Maybe his patience for her will snap one of these days.
All the same, she puts a brave face on it as she always does, and strides down the hallway with Bellamy to tell Wells and Miller the news.
It occurs to her as they walk that the brave face is perhaps silly, too. This is Bellamy. She can be vulnerable with him, as he can be vulnerable with her. Isn't that one of the things she loves the most about this relationship they have fallen into?
She clears her throat and tries for a moment of honesty.
"Maybe I am a little nervous about telling Wells. He's important to me." She manages.
"I get that. But I don't think you have anything to worry about – he cares about you too much to be annoyed for long." He tells her, and he sounds pretty convincing.
"Yeah. I hope so."
"I don't want Miller to be angry at us. I know I haven't known him anywhere near as long as you've known Wells but I think he's the first genuine friend I've ever had, you know? He's not like the mates I used to get a drink with when I was a cadet. There's a deeper level of trust there." He swallows loudly. "I don't want him to see this as me breaking that trust."
"He won't." Clarke draws her shoulders back, stands a little taller. "We've been over this. They're our friends – but they're also the closest we have to lieutenants round here. They'll understand."
With that, she steps up and enters the dorm.
They are greeted with a warm welcome, of course. A lot of innocent, happy smiles and friends asking whether they've had a good day. Of course they are – their people have no idea that today was anything out of the ordinary. They don't even know that Bellamy went out on a mysterious mission, because Clarke and Bellamy chose not to tell them.
Clarke is beginning to see, actually, how leaders end up keeping such terrible secrets from their people. She knows there is a big difference between keeping quiet about bone marrow plans and keeping quiet about one ground mission. But she can see that, somewhere along the way, one blends into the other by stepping across a line which seems fine at the time.
She heads straight over to Wells and Miller, who are sitting near each other over a chess board but seem to be chatting more than playing the game. She remembers the plan she discussed with Bellamy, to be direct and get this done, so she simply clears her throat and begins.
"Could we talk to you guys in private for a few minutes? There's something you need to know." She tells them, plain but quiet. There is no need for Jasper to get wind of this and become hysterical, nor for Harper to overhear and good-naturedly insist on being helpful.
Wells nods. Miller gets to his feet.
"Have I shown you the new gym we're allowed to use?" He asks Bellamy pointedly. "Let's head over there. You can tell me how it compares to your ground unit training facilities."
Clarke thinks it's a decent cover story, as cover stories go. Sure, she and Wells are less known for their interest in gyms than Bellamy or Miller, but all the same it's a decent excuse to tell their friends as the four of them walk out the door.
Maybe they should have let these two in on everything sooner than this. Maybe Miller would have been more understanding of the idea of a fake relationship turned real than she first realised.
They head to the gym. It's empty – perhaps Miller knew it would be. Clarke doesn't think it's a very inspiring place, and there isn't very much equipment. But she supposes to Miller it makes this Mountain feel more like home.
She writes herself a mental reminder to add that to the deal tomorrow. Full use of Mount Weather facilities – not just medical facilities, but leisure and fitness and entertainment, too.
It's Bellamy who gets this part of the conversation started. He doesn't bother to lower his voice – she supposes that's because the cat is well and truly out of the bag now. He simply tells their friends the facts.
"There's some serious shit going on here. We've been keeping it to ourselves – but we've figured out a solution now so we think it's time to share it with you." He explains by way of beginning. "If you ever had your suspicions that these people were too friendly to us, you were right. Turns out they wanted to take our bone marrow to make themselves resistant to the radiation."
Miller looks perhaps a little surprised. Wells is nodding seriously.
"Bone marrow?" Wells asks.
Clarke steps in. "Yes. Bone marrow transplants from us to them to make their blood better at processing radiation. But no one will be forced to give marrow now – we've made a deal with President Wallace. We'll ask for people to donate marrow on a voluntary basis in exchange for Mount Weather sharing everything with us."
"OK." Wells says at once. "That sounds like a good deal. This leaves us better off than we were before, as far as I can see. Donating bone marrow shouldn't have any lasting impact on us, right?" He checks with Clarke.
"No. And they'll take sensible quantities. It's a procedure which used to be very common and routine before the bombs."
"Great. So no harm done to us, and we get use of their technology and facilities. Sounds good."
"You're not bothered about them lying to us?" Miller bites out.
"Sorry." Bellamy jumps in at once. "We didn't like lying to you, but -"
"Not that, Bellamy. That's good. I get it – you wanted to keep it quiet. And I don't have a problem with you guys taking charge. I mean I'm angry with them for lying to us. They said we were welcome guests but they were after our bone marrow the whole time."
"That's true, and I understand why you're angry." Clarke offers at once. "There's more to it as well – they've been using a different strategy to handle the radiation for years." She swallows hard. "They have grounders captive. They're taking their blood."
She's not sure what reaction she's expecting. Miller tortured Lincoln, not so long ago. Wells didn't like the hostility with the grounders, but he killed more than one for the sake of his people in that last battle at the dropship.
But it seems they draw the line here.
"That's horrific. Do they kill them? What are their conditions like?" Wells asks at once, eyes wide.
"It's like vampires." Miller adds darkly.
Clarke nods, frowning. "We don't know much about the death rate. The cages look cramped. I think we can assume the President won't give the order for the grounders to be released until some of us have given our bone marrow donations and he knows his people are safe."
"Then we need to get started." Wells says at once.
"Yeah. And the grounders are going to be included in the peace deal as well – I don't know how well that will work, but we have to at least try." Clarke says firmly.
Bellamy squeezes her hand in silent agreement, and she's grateful for that. They've all come a long way since they first landed here.
"There's more." Bellamy says now, quiet but steady. "I'm sorry, I know this must be a lot to handle. But this is good news, we think. Some of the Ark came down – Alpha Station. At least some of our friends and families are still alive."
It's Clarke's turn to squeeze his hand, now, and hope she can offer him some comfort. None of his family have come down, because he has no family. And as far as she's aware, he doesn't have many friends outside of this room either.
But she likes to think her mother counts as his family now, at least in some small way.
"Did you see my dad?" Miller asks at once, eager – or perhaps desperate. "Please tell me you saw him? He's from Alpha. Or Bryan? Anyone from Farm Station?"
"I don't know. I couldn't say. I'm sorry. I saw a lot of people I half-recognised, and I headed home as soon as I saw Clarke's mum and another doctor. That was enough to start making the deal." He swallows loudly. "I thought I should put politics first today, and we can go see our people tomorrow."
Clarke squeezes his hand again for that. She knows it didn't come easy to him to act that way – he's always been one for acting from the heart and dealing with the consequences later, so she's almost moved that he tried so hard to think of the greater good on this occasion.
She suspects he wasn't entirely motivated by politics, though. She has a hunch that he was thinking of one very personal thing too – of getting home to tell her about her mother.
"Any sign of the Chancellor?" Wells asks, tone tired and a little cynical.
Bellamy shakes his head.
"Never mind. I always liked Clarke's parents more than my own." He says, carefully light. As if that's not the single most heartbreaking thing a child could possibly say.
She lets go of Bellamy's hand, then. She simply has to. She needs to step forward and pull her oldest friend into a tight hug.
…...
The deal is written and signed. Clarke gives her first bone marrow donation and finds it a rather underwhelming experience. Half a dozen of her friends – including Bellamy, of course – donate too, and agree that it's not so very difficult.
It leaves her wondering why those in power at Mount Weather ever planned to go about it so surreptitiously and deceptively. They could have just asked to begin with.
With the deal signed and the donations started, the grounders are set free. Clarke, Bellamy, Wells and Miller go to help out with that – and to bear witness. Clarke is determined to ensure that Mount Weather keep their promises on every front, not just the things which directly affect her people.
It's an odd experience, freeing people she never liked, who used to be on the opposite side of a war, but who she hates to see suffer all the same. They even find Anya in one of the cages, and she is somewhere between respectful, grateful and spitting mad as she walks away from the Mountain.
All in all, it's been a busy morning. And then comes the hardest part of all – going to see how many of their friends and family survived on Alpha station.
It's hardest of all because it will be so easy for her. It's hard because she knows her mum is alive and she has this chance to make peace with her and try again to find some kind of loving relationship. It's hard because while she has such good fortune, she knows most of her friends will not be so lucky. Many of them had no family left even before they left the Ark, and many more will have lost relatives and loved ones since then.
In short, she fears she will spend most of the afternoon being sort of apologetically happy, and trying not to flout her luck in the face of her friends.
She's a little nervous on her own account, too. Whilst she knows her mother is physically fine, she doesn't know how easy this reunion will be. They never really spoke about the way her mother betrayed her father, so they have a lot of difficult emotional baggage to sort through.
But at least she has Bellamy by her side to help her with that.
He's already doing a great job of that, as they split their friends between various trucks and rovers, and as they start driving towards the remains of Alpha station. He's sitting close by her side in the back of the rover, holding her hand tightly and looking at her in concern.
It's sweet of him, because she can tell he desperately wants to sit up front and learn how to drive this thing. He keeps throwing little jealous looks in the direction of the driver, and he's mentioned before now that driving the rovers is something he might be trained in on a ground unit, if he's lucky.
"Do you want to go sit up front and start learning how to drive?" She asks him outright. He doesn't need to be a martyr for the sake of comforting her on this occasion.
"No. It's fine. I'll stick with you – there will be other chances to learn to drive, but today will only happen once."
She nods. He's rather calmer and almost more mature, she thinks, since they were taken from the dropship. Or perhaps he's simply less scared. He seems to feel less like he needs to rush into things in a panic all the time, and she likes that for him.
"Are you nervous about seeing you mum?" He asks now.
"A little. Are you nervous about meeting her?"
"A little." He echoes.
She nods. They sit a second in silence.
And then Bellamy speaks up once more.
"I'm more excited to be out and about. I keep hoping I might see my sister. I know that's silly, but – yeah. What if she's hiding around the next tree?"
Clarke swallows hard. That took her by surprise. It shouldn't have done, of course – obviously Bellamy misses his sister. But he doesn't talk about her so much, these days. It's as if he's learnt how to cope better with the constant pang of her absence.
"She might be out here. Lincoln doesn't live too far away, right? And maybe we'll find someone at the Ark who has seen her."
"Or maybe we won't." He says, sad, but holding it together.
She takes a deep breath, gathers her thoughts. "We'll find her before long. I know we will. Now we have peace with Mount Weather that's our next job, as I see it. We're going to go find her, you and me. And if we set our minds to it together I know we'll figure it out – we always do."
He turns to frown at her, evidently surprised. "You'd do that? You want us to up and leave to go look for her?"
"I want you to be happy. And we are good at solving problems together."
He nods. "I've been wondering whether I should go. It's always there, nagging at the back of my mind. The problems with Mount Weather managed to drown it out for a while, but now it's the loudest thing I can hear again. My sister, my responsibility." He swallows loudly. "I almost want to say let's not go. I've spent my whole life worrying about her. These last few weeks have shown me that there's more to life for me than being my sister's keeper."
"We don't have to decide now. It might be better if you at least had a quick course in driving the rover before we try searching for her." She suggests pragmatically.
"True. I'll think about it." A soft kiss on her cheek. "Thanks, Clarke."
They talk about less serious issues for the rest of the journey. Bellamy still likes carbohydrates. He might join Miller in the civilian gym some time, just to be sociable. Clarke wants to try running a chess tournament some time, but Bellamy thinks there would be very few competitors. It's a soothing, unobjectionable, everyday sort of a conversation, and Clarke thinks that's a conscious choice by both of them. A deliberate decision to distract themselves and each other with some light chat in the midst of such a big day.
At last, they can chatter away in denial no longer. They arrive to the top of a small rise, and Bellamy tells her that Alpha Station lies down below them.
Clarke hops out of the rover to lead the way.
She's sticking to a simple plan. She's going to go first and announce their presence, on the basis she is the least likely to be shot. She's a councilwoman's daughter and those on the Ark who communicated with them before the Unity Day radio failure know that she is more or less in charge. Bellamy is right at her side, of course, because frankly she knows she would have no luck convincing him to be anywhere else. But the rest of their people will wait in their vehicles in the trees so as not to shock the Alpha residents with anything which might look like an attack.
She walks out of the trees, her hands held aloft. By her side, Bellamy does likewise.
"Here's hoping this works out." He jokes, cynical but bright, as they start walking forward.
She laughs a little and keeps walking. That's the story of her life, isn't it? Keep pressing on and be grateful she has Bellamy by her side to make her laugh.
It works perfectly, in the end. They are seen quickly, and a guy Clarke loosely recognises jogs towards them while others cover him with rifles.
"Sergeant Miller?" Clarke calls. She thinks that's him.
"Clarke Griffin?" It is him. Thank goodness.
"Sergeant Miller. Your son is here too – he's safe. He's just staying out of sight for now. Is my mum here? I heard she was here. Is she -"
She's already here. She's sprinting forwards, tripping over her own feet, dashing towards Clarke like her very sanity depends on it.
And now they're hugging, fierce and tearful but beautiful too.
"Clarke. You're alive. I can't believe you're alive."
"We thought you were dead." Clarke echoes uselessly in turn.
"I'm OK. I'm here. You're really here."
It goes on like that for few moments. There's some more crying, a few repetitive words of disbelief.
Neither of them says anything about her father, Clarke notices. There is no anger or awkwardness on either side. Maybe that's just how it is, after a mother or daughter goes missing-presumed-dead. Maybe it's the ultimate case of absence making the heart grow fonder.
Or maybe they both realise they have not got time to play blame games, today. There is too much business to be done alongside this heartfelt reunion.
Clarke pulls back from the hug first. She doesn't want to leave Sergeant Miller waiting to see his son too long.
"We'll go get the others if you can stand down the guards. We're working with Mount Weather – people you haven't met yet. We'll explain all that soon. Just know for now that it's safe. We have something they want, and we made a deal they plan to stick to." She explains briefly.
But her mother isn't listening, it turns out. No – her mother is staring at Bellamy, eyes slightly narrowed, mouth in a tight frown.
No. This is ridiculous, Clarke decides. There is no way her mother can possible be intending to make a fuss about her choice of partner at this particular moment. Surely doesn't plan to snap at him, or try to interfere with their relationship, or -
"You're Bellamy Blake." Her mother say, slow and careful.
"I am." He agrees, unhelpful and a little sour.
"You're the one who shot Jaha – who shot your best friend's father, Clarke – and yet the two of you have been some kind of team since we first got in contact with you." Abby declares, and Clarke rather wonders where she's going with this.
"That sounds about right." Bellamy agrees again, more surly than ever.
"Well – I guess there must be something pretty special about you if she's prepared to overlook you shooting Thelonius." Abby concludes, thoughtful.
"Yes. Definitely." Clarke says it as firmly as she can manage – which is pretty damn firmly, as it turns out. "Bellamy is remarkable, and you're going to have plenty of time to see that because he's going to be dating me for the foreseeable future. But you can get to know him later. We need to get started on reuniting the kids with their parents. Who made it? And where's Thelonius?" She asks, with a rising sense of dread. Wells' dad would be here by now, wouldn't he? He's the Chancellor.
"He didn't make it." Abby says, plain and simple.
Clarke nods. She swallows hard. He didn't make it. That doesn't come as a shock, actually. It's like she was gradually coming to that realisation during the whole of that conversation. She can see every more people approaching, but none of them is her best friend's father. That's because he didn't make it – that's the obvious explanation.
She doesn't even cry for him. The man she used to watch football with on weekends, who used to buy her crayons every birthday. But she's seen so much loss and horror on the ground that she cannot find tears, in this moment, for one man who died somewhere between the Earth and the sky.
Perhaps she'll mourn him later. Perhaps, when all this politics is through, there will be a time to mourn everyone in some kind of fitting memorial.
For now, though, it is time to go fetch the rest of her friends.
…...
Bellamy expects to stand back and watch the happiness, while they reunite kids with their loved ones, but it doesn't quite turn out like that. He keeps finding himself in the thick of it, helping scared teenagers ask around for their parents, supporting them if the news is bad. And when he's doing nothing else, he gravitates naturally to Clarke's side and carefully joins in the conversation with her mother.
In short, there is quite a lot to keep him busy.
He's delighted to find Raven alive, too. Abby treated her after she was found seriously injured at the dropship, apparently, and she's now getting about the place on crutches and putting a brave face on trying to adjust to her sudden change of circumstances.
He's not as delighted to see Raven as Finn is, though. That's one of the most heartwarming moments of the day – that absence, and thinking she was dead, really does seem to have convinced Finn he ought to have appreciated her better while he had the chance.
By the end of the afternoon, all the kids have found someone. A parent or a neighbour or a family friend.
Everyone except Bellamy himself. He was never close with his neighbours, for obvious reasons. Aurora had no particular friends. And the only relative he has is hopefully out there, somewhere, and he's desperately praying she's still alive.
He does the best he can. He keeps a cheerful expression on his face and decides that Abby won't be the worst mother-in-law in the world. She already seems to have decided Clarke's love is character reference enough. It's like the Earth has softened her a little and made her rethink her priorities, he thinks, compared with the more unyielding woman he occasionally encountered over the radio.
At last it's time to go home – or time to go back to Mount Weather at least. He doesn't know where home is for him and his friends in the long term. He's not ready to ask himself questions like that until he knows where his sister is – and whether she's even alive. But for now, home is an apartment shared with Clarke, and he's eager to get back there. It's been a long, strange day.
There's an odd sort of role-reversal between them in the truck driving home. On the way out he was supporting Clarke while she battled the nerves and anticipation of seeing her mother again. But now Clarke is rather bright and relaxed, and he is the one who needs lifting up. He's just spent the whole afternoon watching people reunite with their loved ones, and realising he has no loved ones left.
Except Clarke, of course. From that point of view he's the luckiest guy in the world.
She knows what he needs. She sits close by his side in the rover, cuddling into his chest, taking a nap in his arms. He always finds it really calming to watch Clarke sleep. And there is something comforting, too, about the absolute trust she is showing by sleeping on him like this. They're in potentially hostile territory, while the dust of the peace deal is still settling, and yet she feels safe with him.
That's enough to remind him he does have some small family, at least.
They arrive back to Mount Weather quite late. They eat a quick supper, the guards who drove them to Alpha Station sitting amongst the kids they worked with today. That's good, Bellamy thinks. It's another step on the road to genuine friendship.
And then they head for their beds.
Bellamy holds Clarke's hand as they walk down the hall towards their apartment. That's just instinct by now. It's instinct to press his palm against her lower back while she opens the door, instinct to start kissing her the moment they are across the threshold.
This evening, though, he really is acting on instinct alone. He catches himself, a couple of minutes into the kiss, noticing he doesn't actually want to kiss her. Not because he doesn't love her, of course. He adores her, to be clear. But because he's exhausted and rather emotionally wrung out, and this kind of kissing usually leads to sex, and that's just not where his mood is going, tonight.
He pulls back from the kiss and has a go at sorting it out. "What are you in the mood for tonight?" He asks simply.
She frowns slightly. "I don't mind. Sex? An orgasm?" She asks, a little teasing, but still frowning as if wondering where he's heading with this.
"Great. How about I just use my mouth for you?"
She frowns harder still. "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"
He swallows. Best be honest. Good things happen when he is honest with Clarke. "Nothing's wrong. Not really. I'm just tired and it's been a tough day and I'm not really in the mood. I'd like to get you off though."
"You don't have to. It's OK. We can cuddle and go to sleep. I know this relationship started with us having public sex all the time but that doesn't mean we have to do anything when you're not up for it. We won't fall apart if we don't fuck every five minutes – there's more to us now than that."
He smiles softly at her. That's exactly what he needed to hear. That's why he and Clarke are so good together – they can read each other's moods and needs so fluently.
But all the same, he does want to go down on her. Just because he doesn't want an orgasm for himself doesn't mean he doesn't like to hear her sighing his name, thank you very much.
"Thanks, Princess." He drops an affectionate kiss onto the tip of her nose. "You're right – we're made of stronger stuff than that. But I still want to get my face between your legs because I think that will make both our days better."
She laughs. She nods in agreement, starts stripping off her own clothes in preparation for bed.
It's a different kind of atmosphere than their usual. Not slowly undressing each other, but being efficient about getting on with it. She's taken to heart what he said about being tired, he supposes, and is trying to make this as convenient for him as possible. That's a thought which warms his heart, because it seems like a very Clarke way to approach an orgasm.
She lies on the bed. He adopts a familiar position between her legs. They do this quite often, but mostly as a prelude to other things rather than as an act in its own right. He gets his mouth on her, tastes sharp arousal even just from those few minutes of kissing.
She reaches down to tangle her hands in his hair and angles her hips up towards him a little more.
He takes her hint, works more purposefully with his tongue. She's either really determined to keep this quick for him, or else she simply wants to get off. Maybe it's all that time napping on him earlier, he wonders. She always does seem to get turned on by that kind of peaceful intimacy. It's like she needs to feel safe to really let loose.
She's moaning a little, now, hips twitching beneath his face.
"'S good." She tells him, breathless.
He almost laughs, manages to restrain it because he thinks that probably wouldn't feel great for her. It's good. He noticed that already, to be honest.
He reaches up to toy with one breast. She curves her spine, pushing her nipple right into his hand, so he reaches for the other one, too. It's a good thing he's rather taller and longer-limbed than she is, so he can reach easily.
She's close, now. She's hanging right on the brink, breath shuddering, short moans rising and falling with his rhythm.
She's there. It's not a big orgasm, or a loud one. She just flutters against him for a few seconds then relaxes, silent, on the bed.
"That was even easier than I expected." He tells her, smirking, feeling a little pleased with himself in all honesty.
"What can I say? I like you." She jokes, reaching out for a hug.
"We should do that again if we want something quick but still sexy." He suggests.
She laughs. "Take care. I'll be asking you for oral every ten minutes if you say that."
He simply grins. He can imagine worse ways to spend his time.
a/n Thanks for reading!