Chapter 13

Clarke was laying on her bed after her shower about to get ready for the club. They had eaten a pretty good dinner that Bellamy made and had all helped clean up. Bellamy sat next to her at the table when they ate smirking at the sounds she made while eating her food. It made her giggle a little thinking about how he noticed. She was looking up at her wall of pictures. Her eyes drifting to the one she drew of Bellamy years ago. Even the picture had so much emotion to it, it was so life like and raw. Now that she was feeling closer to him the past couple days, she could remember the real Bellamy. Not just the one that she made up in her head. He really wasn't some party boy jock who was cocky, and pig headed. He was caring and honest. He was considerate and at times very charming. She noticed the detail she etched in his jaw, tight and wound. His demeanor focused on the plays in the game. It was sexy. Wait a min, what was she thinking. This was Bellamy she was thinking about, not just some random guy. She had known him for so long. There was no way he would even take a second to think of her in that way. She rolled off her bed heading for her closet. Inside she had a couple outfit choice for the night, pushing and pulling at them as they hung on their hangers. It was a tough choice. If they had the black lights on, she wanted something that would show up in the light. Something that was bright and fun.

Octavia threw her door open closing it behind her. She jumped, never used to the fact that Octavia had common sense about privacy. She was wrapped in a towel herself only her hair and makeup were done. It hung down straightened over her shoulders. A smokey eye and black eyeliner making her eyes pop. She jumped on her bed. "So, what are you wearing tonight, because I definitely need your help on picking mine." She had some clothes with her laying them out on the bed. Clarke took a second to look over them. She grabbed her black crop top. It was a one shoulder long sleeve top. She then grabbed the green mini skirt that was paired with a different top. It was small and tight fitting like a pencil skirt bottom. "This will look great on you". Octavia looked over the outfit turning it to her so she could see. "Yes, I love it, thank you so much. Now what are your choice"? Clarke picked three hangers. Octavia slid off her bed feeling the material of the first choice. "No that is going to be too hot". She looked over the other two simple choice. Both strapless dresses that looked good but weren't all that. She returned to Clarkes closet. She pulled out a plaid blue skirt and a black short sleeve cropped top. Clarke looked at her with a get real stare. "Octavia that was my Halloween costume from last year". Octavia smiled at her shaking the pieces. "And it will be perfect. Come on, blue always looks good on you and the black will help you keep cool. Plus, if it gets hot, you'll never know your sweating". Clarke took the outfit okaying it with silent protest. "Shoes", she asked? Octavia bent down holding her towel closed. She picked up a pair of black peep toe heels. Clarke had to admit, it was cute, and it went together well. "Wear your hair down, it looks best like that. Just bring an elastic if you need it". Octavia grabbed her outfit and let Clarke get ready.

Close to leaving time Clarke looked herself over in the mirror. She was showing quite a bit on her stomach, not that it was bad. Her clothes hugged her form delicately and her legs looked amazing and the skirt hung on her hips, flaring out but stopping mid-thigh. She left her hair down like Octavia said she put on some black cat eyeliner and a little white eyeshadow. Her makeup looked natural, but the eyeliner accentuated her best features, her eyes. "Clarke are you ready to go we are all headed out"! Octavia yelled. "Coming!" She grabbed her wristlet and phone opening the door to her room. Stepping out Bellamy was the first eyes she could see. He looked up from the keys he was playing with and his jaw dropped open. She moved forward smiling to herself that she was felicitating that type of reaction from him. He cleared his throat as she moved to the door, leaving with the others. Murphy laughed as he patted his friends' shoulder. "Huh, just friends right Blake"? Bellamy followed him out locking the door to leave, thinking tonight would be hard for him in more ways than one.

On the way to the club Clarke sat in the back with Octavia and Wells. Murphy and Bellamy rode up front. She watched Bellamy as he drove. He was wearing a tight fit v neck t shirt. She could see the formation of his muscles that lined his stomach as the shirt pressed against him. He was wearing a pair of straight leg ripped jeans. He must have showered while she was getting ready because his hair looked like it had been rubbed towel dry. She swallowed remembering his reaction to her. Clarke was more nervous suddenly. Not by his reaction but because she wanted more of the attention, he had given to her.

He dropped everyone off at the front, parking his car and letting them know he would meet them inside. They paid at the door and walked in. Black out lights filled the club. There were other lights by the music booth and loud music blasted through the air. Neon colors filled the bar area and a lot of other people were wearing neon bracelets and necklaces. Octavia pulled some just like those out of her purse. She cracked them placing them on her wrist before giving some to Clarke to put on. They were neon pink. Clarke looked down the white lines in her plaid skirt popping in color and the blue of her skirt shimmering along with it. Dark yet still a very seductive blue. Her skin looked so tan in the light. They headed down to the bar, Octavia and Clarke leaned over to order some drinks. The bartender reached out with 2 shots of some type of electric blue liquid. "Girls get free house shots tonight". They grabbed them, tossing their first one's back. Murphy and Wells looked at them both. "Sure, give all the free shots to the girls. And what about this pretty face?" He joked. Clarke leaned over ordering 3 beers and 6 shots. She handed the guys their beverage. "Clarke this place is amazing". Octavia yelled at her, over the music.

Clarke bopped along to the beat. She couldn't help it the music really was good. She looked around at the crowd of people, guys eyeing her as they moved past. "Where's Bellamy" she yelled back at Octavia as she too surveyed the crowd. "Why are you wondering. He said he would be right back, just had to park the car". Clarke shrugged her shoulders. "Just checking to see. I want us all to stay close together, that's all". Octavia placed her hand on Clarkes arm leaning to her ear. "Clarke, it's ok". Clarke looked at her confused. "What's ok" she yelled. "Let yourself have a little fun. We aren't back home anymore. Let yourself live a little. Even if it's with someone who makes you a little nervous". Clarke thought she knew what Octavia was insinuating. "I'm not nervous around Bellamy". Octavia laughed. "You may not be, but he is around you. Just have fun ok"? She smiled at her. Clarke couldn't help herself anymore. She turned to Wells, "Wanna dance" she pointed over toward the floor. Downing her shot before moving to it. When he placed herself enough distance between the bar and herself, he turned around expecting Wells to have followed her. Instead he was no where to be seen. Even in heels she was short, and she continued to dance to the music while looking around for her friends. It wasn't long as she moved through the crowd dancing by herself that she still realized she had no sight of everyone else.

She made her way to a set of stairs that rose up to a platform. She walked up, holding onto the railing and looking out over the crowd for her friend's familiar faces. It wasn't long before she felt a pair of hands move around her hips almost dipping forward on the top of her thighs, they gripped her tight. She wanted to move around but the body behind her pressed against her back holding her almost in the same position. She felt fingers grip her hips and scrunch her skirt material.

"I thought I recognized you. It's been a long-time baby. You look better than I remember". The voice gave her chills, like hearing a ghost. Clarke recognized the voice as the guy she dated from her past, freshman year. The guy that left her hanging, after they had hooked up a couple times. Her first real relationship and boyfriend. She had contacted him a couple of times before, but he never responded. It wasn't that great of a relationship for her, as she thought back. One reason she had changed a lot in college was because had opened her heart to him. He was her first, (of many things) and he treated her like dirt. Making her eat certain foods, telling her to lose weight in certain areas, dress a certain way, act a certain way. It wasn't until she joined the sorority that she gained some independence from him and started thinking for herself. Maybe that's why he left her, because she was no longer obedient.

"Well since we haven't spoken in a while, I guess you wouldn't recognize me now would you. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go find my friends". She tried to move away but he held her in place. "Is that why your here to hang out with your friends and dress like a little slut"? That hurt her, she was confident in the clothes and body she had. She didn't have to prove herself to him anymore. Besides these types of outfits were the ones he basically forced her to wear when she was with him anyway. She would have much rather preferred to be dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt when she was out with her boyfriend, but he had to show her off like she was some trophy. He spun her around now pinning against her in the same spot. People danced around in the crowd, loud music, it was dark. She'd be lucky if anyone would see her up there on the platform trying to get away from him. She looked up at him. He was much taller than her. Lean body, but muscular. He had his hair spiked up and was dressed as one of those guys you'd see on a reality show trying to pick up girls for one-night stands at clubs. His eyes ran up and down her form. She just looked away in disgust. Waiting for a moment where she could blow him off, just like he did to her. Only this time she wouldn't be heart broken about it.

"You look amazing Clarke you really do". He reached up her sides, over the sides of her chest and up to her shoulders. Running his hands down once more on her arms this time. She was holding onto the railing and he pushed his hands down as he held her wrists in place. "I wish I could say it was good to see you Jake, but I think I'd rather not hang around and chat. Just let me go". He moved down as she turned her face as much away from his as possible. His lips pressing a kiss on her jaw. "Say please".

Octavia was at the bar when Lincoln approached her. Finn was with him looking around their group for Clarke. Octavia waved to her brother as he entered the club. He walked through the entrance to meet them. "Hey, no Clarke tonight"? Finn asked. Octavia was a little worried Clarke was standing next to her a minute ago but now it seemed like she gotten lost in the crowd. Octavia gave a worried look to Lincoln. He could tell she had her mind on something. Instead of answering Finn she pulled on Wells shirt, who was standing right next to her. "Hey, did you see where Clarke went, she was just standing next to us. I'd rather us stick together, since it's kind of crowded in here". Wells shook his head. Bellamy patted his hand on Murphy's shoulder. He gave a nod to Finn and Lincoln too. Octavia looked at him, he knew his sister well as she wasn't acting like she normally would on a night out.

"I lost Clarke; I can't find her Bell. She was standing with us just a second ago when we were taking shots". Bellamy was sure she was fine, but he looked over the crowd anyway, eager to find where she was. "It's pretty dark in here, I don't know if we'll be able to see her". Octavia jingled the neon pink glow stick bracelet that hung around her wrist. "She was wearing a couple of these; I gave her some so that we could see each other easier". There were a lot of people around and most of them had on glow sticks around their neck or ankles. Lincoln picked Octavia up, hoisting her up on his shoulder so she could get a better view. "Oh shit". She tapped Lincolns arm to put her down. She pulled Bellamy's shirt, rushing him toward her. Now he felt a little more concerned. "I can see her she's toward the middle where the section in the floor raises up. I think I see this guy with her and if I'm right that's her ex". Bellamy sighed, one more guy to worry about.

Octavia could tell he wasn't catching on, the time that he spent away from Clarke and her left him missing a lot of information about what had gone on in their lives. "No Bellamy, we need to get to her. That guys bad news. He hurt Clarke, in the past. He didn't just break her heart; he was physically hurtful". Bellamy felt his blood start to rush. As if someone had pissed him off really bad. Thoughts of Clarke in trouble filled his mind. Octavia pointed in the direction where she was standing. Bellamy did his best to push through the group with Murphy and Wells trying to keep up with him. Finn looked like he was trying to follow as well but couldn't keep up. Hell, Murphy and Wells had a hard time with how fast Bellamy was pushing everyone aside. It took him a while, but he finally could make out where she was standing. He saw her pushed up against the rail, the random guy pressing against her. That didn't set well with Bellamy at all. He could feel his fists tightening as he continued to push through the crowd. The knight to rescue the princess.

"Just let me go Jake"! Clarke yelled pulling again against her wrists. Jake placed another kiss on her neck this time. "Oh Clarke how I've missed your feistiness". A low voice confronted the two. If Clarke thought the music was loud before it all seemed quiet as Bellamy's voice toward over it. Jake looked over at Bellamy holding onto Clarke. "Mind your business friend, I'm just having a little fun here with my girl". Clearly Bellamy had made his intentions unclear before. Bellamy pushed his way over making Jake back up. "I don't think you heard me. Back off she's with me". Half of Clarke's body was tucked behind his back. She looked up at the back of Bellamy. Jake just looking over at her to make her intimidated by his unwanted presence. That only made Bellamy step in front of her more. He reached behind him both his hands going to her sides. Clarke felt a wash of relief. She not only felt that, but she wrapped her hands onto Bellamy's lower arms. His muscles flexing, ready to be challenged. Jake could have done it too. Until Murphy and Wells walked up by them. "Is there a problem here Bell, because I can honestly say I'm dying for a fight". Murphy smiled up at Jake. Wells just stepping forward to make sure Jake knew he was outnumbered. Jake held his position. "Just tell em' sweetheart, just tell em' we were catching up". Unlike Bellamy's lack of information Wells and Clarke had stayed in contact over the years and he knew who this joke was.

He stepped toward Jake, making him turn and face him. "I know who you are. We know all about you actually. So I suggest you run now while you have the chance, because I can assure you whatever harm you did in the past will be minimal compared to how much pain my friends and I are going to cause you now." Clarke smiled, thanks big brother. Jake looked over the three of them. "Bitch isn't worth the trouble anyways". He walked away Bellamy pulling away from Clarke toward him. Clarke reached out catching his arm. "Bellamy don't"! "I'm not just going to let him talk like that to you Clarke". She felt a rush when he said her name. He had rescued her, stood there to protect her. "Bellamy please". He turned hearing the urgency in her voice. "I just wanna have fun tonight, forget the whole thing". Bellamy tried to calm his nerves standing in his position next to Clarke while she held onto him, watching Jake walk away and out of the club. Murphy rejoiced as the situation calmed smiling and raising his hands up like some victory. Clarke and Bellamy laughed while Wells turned to Clarke. "Are you ok?" She smiled. "Yea, thanks to you". He reached down hugging her. She even turned to Murphy and gave him a hug making him blush a little. "Now let's get our drink on"! Murphy retreated to the bar. Wells following and Bellamy stepping in line. Clarke grabbed Bellamy's hand as he pulled her through the crowd making sure she didn't get separated again.

When they reached Octavia, she was still holding his hand. Finn noticed their reluctance to let go of each other and thought maybe he was being friendly, since he had just helped her out. Before he could step to Clarke Octavia leaned over in front of him. "I think Clarke's spoken for tonight". That gave him enough of a hint and he sighed watching her. Clarke was bopping along to the music unaware that her and Bellamy were still holding onto each other. Bellamy turned toward the bar feeling a pull, he looked back at Clarke realizing their hands were still touching. He smiled squeezing her lightly. She smiled back, thanking him for what he just did.

A couple more shots in Bellamy was bopping along to the music as much as Clarke. Octavia had moved with Lincoln onto the dance floor. Finn had found a girl and decided to ask her to dance, it was better than being alone for the night. Wells was drinking a beer at the bar watching murphy strike out with a girl as he tried to grind up behind her. Bellamy could feel Clarke tapping him on the shoulder as he shot back another drink. "Hey, I don't know if you want to but maybe you wanna dance, I really like this song"? Bellamy figured he'd give it a shot, it would just be two friends dancing together, having a good time. He grabbed her hand bringing Clarke out to the dance floor. The rhythm of the song held steady and Bellamy went to turn Clarke around so that he could face her. Instead Clarke moved in front of him pressing back against him. She rose his hands around her waist placing them on her hips. His fingers stretched out and his thumbs grazed her bare skin. Clarke pushed against him grinding her hips to the beat. He rested his head next to hers pressing against her. He could tell she still had the same smell, white peony's and lilac. It intoxicated him. Clarke raised her hand up touching the side of his face. He leaned his head down a little more. "I didn't get to thank you earlier for helping me". He could hear her gratitude in her voice. "No need to thank me, I just didn't want you to get hurt". Clarke pushed against him once again as she grinded her ass into his groin on the dance floor. Bellamy could feel the want, he wanted to be close to her. This time it was more than the "just friends" feelings that he had told himself. He wanted to be with Clarke, to feel her, touch her, know her more than anyone. He could feel himself grow hard beneath her with every move.

As she swayed her hips into him. Her hand left his face taking his left hand resting on her waist. She grabbed it moving it down to the bottom of her skirt and tracing it slowly up, so he bunched up her material and felt his hand run against her upper thigh. "Clarke".

Clarke couldn't help herself, from the minute Bellamy saved her from Jake she wanted to stay by his side the whole night. When he agreed to dance with her, she wanted to be like all the others in the club, grinding against their dates. Feeling the want from the other person, filling their needs as they teased grinding into each other. When Bellamy breathed her name, she could feel him grow hard against her back. She swayed her hips pushing more into him. One of his hands tucking his thumb lightly underneath the fabric of her waistline and the other rubbing fingers on her thigh. She could feel herself starting to pant, wanting more, needing more. He felt so good pressed up against her. Bellamy took a chance placing a kiss on the top of her shoulder. The slight touch gave her goosebumps the feeling vibrating over her skin. "Kiss me again". He happily obliged. Kissing her closer to her neck, lining kisses on her collar bone. "Bellamy, please". This was more than her asking to be kissed. This was her holding back from hiking up her skirt and having him take her right there on the dance floor. Bellamy tried to hold back but every time Clarke hinted for more with either her body movements or his name on her lips, he struggled to not pull her into him and claim her as his own, in front of everyone. "Bellamy". There it was again, her asking. He was weak, very weak. When she unexpectedly turned to face him, their eyes met. Her icy blue eyes finding his own. Fuck me written all over her face and how much he wanted to. He was ready to break.

They couldn't leave the club, since the others would have no way to get home. Instead as the music changed, he took her hand leading her from the floor. As they moved toward the back of the club Bellamy noticed an extra door, usually they were kept as storage for inventory. He took the chance to see if they had left the door unlocked, and it was. He led Clarke inside looking around to make sure no one noticed where they were headed. The door closing behind him. Clarke was standing there as he turned to face her, her face blushing and waiting for his next move. He reached up both hands on her face tilting her lips towards his. Stopping just before her lips, Clarke sucked in her bottom lip her teeth pressing into it making the skin turn white. "Clarke I've wanted to do this for a while". He crashed his lips on hers. Pressing hard against her mouth, he peeked his tongue out brushing her lips in the process. A slight moan escaping her mouth. He pressed on feeling her open her mouth to him so he could brush his tongue with her own. Clarke backed up into the storage rack. Feeling Bellamy follow her. She let her hands fall against his chest on the outside of his shirt and down to his stomach. Finding the loops to his pants so she could pull him into her. Bellamy growled at her actions. He let his hand fall from her face grabbing her leg up and wrapping it around him. She tucked her leg around his as much as she could to allow. Pressing his groin against hers. She pushed her hips forward grinding into his hard member. "Bellamy, god you feel so good. I want…". Bellamy pulled away running his lips over her neck nipping at the skin but stopping her from finishing her sentence. He didn't have to hear what she wanted he could feel it himself. He glided his other hand under her skirt. He could feel her wetness seeping through her underwear. "God Clarke your so wet". She couldn't tell why but the thought crossed her mind a couple times in the past hour. "Call me princess". Bellamy stopped placing kisses on her neck he looked at her with a smirk. Had it been because he was her knight in shining armor or the fact that he could feel she was so safe and protected in his arms. "Anything you want, as long as I can call you mine". He pushed his lips back hard on hers.

Clarke finding the hem of his shirt didn't know what this all meant, she didn't want to over think it but hearing Bellamy say she was his only made her want him more. She moved her hands underneath brushing her nails against his abdomen lightly. "Your going to have to stop that if you want me to pace myself, all this teasing is getting me worked up." He kissed back down her jaw and neck, his lips landing on the top of her chest. She was breathing heavy as Bellamy's lips moved further and further down onto the mounds of her chest. Clicking noises filled the enclosed space as the two forced their bodies apart. Someone was coming in. Bellamy moved away from Clarke, staring at their intruder. One of the people that worked at the clubs looking for supplies, before he could intervene and guess what they were doing in there Bellamy pulled her out of the closet and back into the club. He walked past all the other people in the club to find all their friends. "I think we need to head out". Octavia grabbed Clarke's hand as they all followed them out of the club. As they walked back to the car Octavia linked her arm in Clarkes. "Bell why did we have to leave I was having fun". Clarke smiled hinting at Octavia to look at her face. Clarke thought she could whisper over to her that it was their fault because they were almost caught having sex in the storage room closet but instead Octavia drew her own conclusions. From the small purple mark sitting on Clarkes collar bone.

On the ride home Clarke sat up front with Bellamy. Octavia sat in back on Lincolns lap making out with him the whole time. Wells and Murphy were in back with 2 girls of their own. It wasn't the distance in the car that made it awkward between Clarke and Bellamy. It was the fact that everyone had their lips locked except for them, and they probably wanted it most of all. They got home in record time. Each couple parting their ways. Occupying their sleeping spaces with their plus ones. Clarke and Bellamy were unsure if anyone inside would notice if they slipped away themselves, but they guess they were a little too busy to care. Clarke grabbed Bellamy's hand as he closed the front door behind them. She held her finger over he mouths and walked him to her room. When they got there, Bellamy acted like it was the first time he had been in her private space. Not sure if she would remember him carrying her to bed after the party.

Clarke slid the door shut, Bellamy standing dangerously close behind her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. He traced his fingers over the exposed skin above her waistline following up her sides and over her shoulders making her shudder. Clarke turned around looking into his dark eyes remembering the time they played never have I ever. When she admitted to giving someone a lap dance. The smirk appearing on his face, curious to know more than she had let on to tell. This time she held her hand out on his chest. Leading him back to her bed. She pushed him back gently, so he fell sitting down on top of it. He watched her as she backed up. Playing with her skirt and moving her hips from side to side. She slipped off her heels closing the distance from the height she was at to her normal height now. She guided her fingers back up to her top running them along the bottom before pulling it up over her head. Her hair fell in curls onto her shoulders. She watched Bellamy as his eyes looked over her body in desire. Leaning back on his hands to watch her as she moved. Clarke now in her bra turned with her ass facing him. She rubbed her hands up the backs of her legs looking over her shoulder. Scrunching up the material and revealing her cheeks underneath it covered in matching lace. Bellamy swallowed. He had never been so turned on in his life. He had one-night stands with a couple girls and there was his relationship with Echo that didn't lack passion. Clarke was different though. He felt comfortable around her and he had known her all his life. This new side she was revealing to him only built on that relationship making him want to explore their options more. Clarke tucked her thumbs in the side of her skirt pulling it down slowly and dropping it to the ground.

She rotated her hips around moving in his direction. He was far enough leaning back on the bed where it allowed her to place both of her knees on his sides. Still propped up in a upright position she pressed her body against his. He could feel her chest running up his, causing him to look up her boobs just glancing his face. Her breasts exposed by his mouth. Before he could press down a kiss she moved away. She repeated the motion a few times rubbing up him. He stared at her while she teased him. Her expression working him up. He could feel her sit up in a straddle position. She pressed her center into his lap and over his hard erection. "God Clarke, I don't know how much more I can take of this". She slid her hands up his chest pushing his shirt back. He got the hint leaning on one of his sides to pull it off. She scooted back just enough to run her hands over his jean zipper. Fanning out her fingers to feel his excitement. He growled when she squeezed him though his jeans closing his eyes at the sensation. Bellamy had always sat back, gone along with the group. Well a lot had changed with him too and as much as he wanted this to continue, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed his princess.

Clarke watched him as she ran her hands over his pants squeezing him lightly. She didn't know if it was the drinks she had or the events of the evening that riled her up. She just knew she wanted Bellamy more than she ever had in her life. Bellamy raised his hands off the bed pulling him into a more angled sitting position. He gripped at the skin around her waist with one hand and placed the other in her hair guiding her fast towards his lips. Their mouth crashing and pressing deeply into their kiss. Their mouths were needy pulling only for a second away to take another breath. Their tongues peeked into the other's mouth brushing it, tasting it. He pulled her bottom lip into his sucking on it. Clarke let out a cry for more. He left her lips kissing her down her neck. She closed her eyes tilting her head back falling into ecstasy. She was grinding herself into him getting frustrated that he was still very much dressed. "Pants" she mumbled. He broke off to look at her. "Pants take off your pants". He smiled as she moved herself more onto the bed letting him get up and do as she requested. She peeled back the covers of her bed tucking herself in them.

Bellamy lifted them as he moved on top of her. Clarke raised her leg and she could feel his fingers run up her thigh holding it there. He kissed her mouth first, then neck, then the top of her chest. She felt him pull her bra material down leaning in to bring her nipple into his mouth. She let out a sharp moan. "Mmm", the noise leaving his throat as he satisfied himself with her body. "I wonder if every part of you taste this good". Clarke was trying to clear her head to get a hold on what he was saying but as she felt his hand run toward her center, she found it hard to concentrate. Bellamy pushed their blankets back kissing down her stomach and her lower abdomen. He ran a finger over the lining of her underwear peeling them back slightly to kiss just at the top of her most private regions. She reached back to unhook her bra throwing it to the ground. While she did, she could feel a tug on her cheekies, Bellamy pulling them down her legs and tossing them in their discarded clothes pile. He ran his fingers along her inner thigh peeking his eyes up at her as she watched him. Moving his mouth close to her lips he pressed a gentle kiss there. Her breathe picking up and turning into a pant. "Hold on their princess, we aren't done yet". He opened his mouth and she watched as his tongue licked up her slit. She covered a hand over her mouth as she moaned loudly. He took his hand finding her sensitive bud rubbing it slowly with small circles. She couldn't hold on much longer, it had been a while since someone had touched her.

Bellamy pushed his tongue in and out of her circling her clit. He moved back watching Clarke as she covered her mouth, moans coming out of her but trying to keep quiet. He reached up grabbing her hand and she looked down at him. "I wanna hear you, please. I don't want to miss any part of this". He moved 2 fingers inside of her while still circling her clit flicking them in an upwards motion. "Oh god Bellamy" quicker and quicker her chest rose and fell. "I'm gonna cum". He raised his body up meeting his mouth with hers pressing into her but continuing to rub her down on her center. "Give it to me baby, please. I wanna feel you close around me". That was all she needed feeling her body's tingling release. He could feel her stomach convulse against his and he brought up his hand to cup her face. Instead Clarke grabbed his fingers bringing them to her mouth. He leaned back watching her before he pressed down for another open mouth kiss tasting what he just had on her tongue.

Clarke pushed against Bellamy bringing him to his back. She trailed her kisses down his body just as he had done. He raised a hand up moving the curls from her face so he could watch her. Ice blue eyes looking up at him as he felt her pull down his underwear. She looked him over, he was a lot to take in. He was definitely above average in size and thick too. She tucked her nerves away letting the want wash over her, nothing was going to stop her now. She lowered herself to the bottom of his shaft pulling out her tongue and licking up it. Keeping her hand at the base he watched as she brought him into her mouth. He threw his head back breaking his eye contact running his fingers through his hair. Feeling her bring him in and out of her mouth while sucking gently and flicking her tongue a little on the tip. He could feel himself holding his breath trying to contain his urges, until it was too hard.

He pulled her up and away from him. Bringing her down to his mouth once again his hands in her hair. He retreated just far enough to let out a sigh and bring her forehead to his. Closing his eyes. "I don't know if I can hold back any longer baby". She smiled. Leaning over him. He watched as she positioned him at her entrance in a straddling position. Little by little she pressed him into her. Letting small moans escape her mouth as she did. Her face scrunching as she adjusted to his girth and length. When she was fully pressed against him, she stilled her hands over his abs. "I just need a minute ok". He was satisfied with that, but he wanted to help her. Her leaned up bringing her down enticing more moans as she could feel him move inside her. He kissed her lips placing one hand on her hip. Clarke leaned down slowly starting to grind forward. Both breathing heavy into the other. As she picked up the pace, he gripped his hand tighter on her waist and his other squeezed her ass. Clarke had her hands on his chest pushing lightly to keep her balance. He could feel her nails scrape down over him for moments at a time before she let go. She sat up abruptly taking him with her.

He was deeper inside her at this angle and she continued to push and grind faster into his body. Clarke rested her head on his shoulders, and he could feel her face scrunch indicating she was holding back. Her fingers now running against his shoulder muscles. "Fuck I'm gonna cum again". The building presser in the lower parts of her stomach. The tingling up her arms. Goosebumps running over her body. She pushed up harder and harder against him as her met her thrusts with his. Releasing her second orgasm. It wasn't long before he felt the same feeling. Looking at her to make sure it was ok. She nodded sensing his end. He placed kisses along her shoulders as he came inside her. Breathing heavy and laying back allowing Clarke to fall on top of him.

Whatever just happened, whatever had caused it. Lines were crossed and there was no going back. He wondered if she would regret it now that they had come down from their highs, intoxicated with each other only seconds ago. He looked down placing a kiss to the top of her head. Waiting for her to respond to him. Instead she just rose up, letting him fall out of her. She turned on her side placing her leg over his and her hand on his chest. She looked up at Bellamy, spent from their time together. Her eyes met his lips and she reached up slightly as he met her for one last gentle peck. She rested back on his chest, and he held her as they drifted off to sleep.

Things seem perfect for the two, now that they have overcome their old ways. That doesn't mean that their old ways have not come back to haunt them. Stay tuned for more. I hope you liked this chapter and are enjoying the story. I also hope you continue to read. As Always BE KIND