Chapter 15
The days were passing by quicker now than before. Bellamy and Clarke had spent all their time splitting it between themselves and the group. They were walking around the apartment, holding hands. Passing each other and placing light kisses on their cheeks, or necks. Bellamy would help Clarke pick up and she could feel his hands wrap around her from behind when she did the dishes. Squeezing her to him. Whenever Murphy or someone would make a comment about the two of them, they just laughed it off or Bellamy threatened to punch his lights out. Protective over his princess. Finn had even come around the apartment a couple of times but kept his distance from the looks that Bellamy gave him. It's not like Clarke was showing him attention anymore. Sure, they could be friends but when it boiled down to it all they were never going to more. The last week only had a few days left before break was over. Clarke was in the kitchen looking over her class syllabus thinking about how to get through the rest of the semester. Filling out her agenda book to organize projects, study time, and tests. Bellamy walked up to her at the kitchen table looking over it all. "Looks like you have your hands full". "Yeah, well between finishing this semester, the sorority events, and fitting in some extra curriculars for extra credit my schedule is going to be packed". Somewhere Clarke knew what that meant. Bellamy would return back home, and she would be stuck here busy as ever. It made her nervous thinking about going through all these months alone, not sure what weekends they were going to see each other. Would talking over the phone be enough? "Yeah well mine is probably going to be the same. Even if football season is coming to an end, I still have my classes and work". Clarke rubbed her thumb over an eraser mark she made clearing away the residue it left on her paper. Staring down at it, there might be no time for them at all. She'd be alone again, and these 2 weeks had been so perfect. She could feel herself becoming nauseas thinking about it all. She stood up holding her hand over her mouth. "Excuse me". She rushed to the bathroom ripping away from him.
She barely made it to the bathroom before spilling out her stomach contents into the toilet. There wasn't much since she didn't feel sick, but she did feel that her nerves were jumbled enough to push all the water out of her stomach that she had been drinking. A knock on the door made her look up nervously, before she remembered that she locked it. "Hey Clarke, are you ok"? It was Bellamy. "Yeah, I'm fine I just need a minute my stomach is a little unsettled". "I'll make you some tea". With that last word he left, footsteps retreating from the door. He was being so kind and sweet and that didn't help how she was feeling. She stood over the sink now running cool water over her face and placing some in her hand to wash over her neck. She opened the door walking back to the kitchen table. Sure enough Bellamy was there holding a hot cup of tea. "There's honey already in it, and I added a bit of lemon too for your stomach". She smiled as a thanks. Bellamy pulled out a chair sitting next to her, he reached toward her chin pulling her face up to look at him. "Now how about you tell me what's going on up there cause I'm not a mind reader". Clarke sighed; she didn't want to sound pathetic. She didn't want to tell him how much she had been enjoying all this and didn't want to beg him not to go. "It's nothing I'm just stressed out a little bit is all. Really I'm fine". He looked at her knowing she was not being honest. "You're a bad liar". He pushed the conversation aside for a moment changing the subject.
"Ok so I have plans for tonight, since we only have a few days left." There it was again, the constant reminder that this was not going to last forever. "Yeah, what did you have in mind". She swirled her pencil on the paper making patterns as she moved along. "Everyone is going to some big block party tonight, for the end of the break. I figured we have two options. Either we can join them and cut out early so we can come back here and have a little alone time, or I was thinking I could make you dinner and we could stay in". Both options sounded appealing. She knew what block party he was talking about, over at Greek row. But time with him sounded even more appealing then being around the crowd. "Staying in tonight sounds nice, if you don't mind". Bellamy smiled to himself, looking down at he floor. "No that is actually the one that I was hoping you'd choose. That means I have to run out to get some supplies, why don't you continue working and I'll be back". Clarke nodded raising her face to his for a short kiss before he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
Octavia and the others spent the rest of the time getting ready for the party. She insisted that Clarke go but when she saw Bellamy coming home with bags in hand, she knew they had other plans. Clarke was hanging around on the couch working on her computer. She was looking up different ideas for her final art project. She had to submit a portfolio containing a few pieces of her best work and a new piece containing any type of art that they had gone over. She could do a life drawing, abstract, contemporary, there were tons to pick from. Bellamy was off in the kitchen preparing things for tonight. Octavia came to Clarke to wish her good luck and she waved her off as they all exited out the door. The apartment began to smell amazing. Notes of hearty tomato, cheese, herbs. She was normally the one to cook so just sitting back would have made her a little uneasy. For some reason though knowing Bellamy was going to so much trouble for her it helped settle her down. She shut off her computer and placed it on the end of the couch, her notebook on top of it. "I'm going to shower and change before dinner, ok?" She shouted to Bellamy as his back faced her in the kitchen. "Yeah, no problem we still have a little bit until dinner is ready anyway".
Clarke opened the door to her room, looking down at the clothes she had in her dresser. All this time today she had been nervous about things ending between them she hadn't allowed herself to be happy in the moment that was happening here and now. She could let herself dread the day to come or she could throw herself into it all. Experiencing things as she went. She pulled out a deep maroon lace bralette. It was patchy and see threw, not really made for support but just made to be sexy and showy. She grabbed a pair of matching cheekies. She panned through the clothes in her closet next. Stopping at a black floral print low cut dress that she usually paired with leggings. She took the hanger out holding it up to her in the mirror. The bright red flowers stood out against the dark material. The neckline plugged down enough to reveal her chest but enough to hide it as well. The line stopped just to her upper thigh, which is why she always wore leggings with it. This time she tossed the bralette back in the drawer and took the dress off the hanger. She laid out her outfit and made her way to the bathroom to shower. She had expected Bellamy to come in there to try and join her while she washed herself down with her luffa, but he never did. She dried her hair with the hair dryer wrapping the towel around her and putting on her makeup when she was done. Nothing fancy just a little foundation and mascara. When she left the bathroom, Bellamy was pulling something out the oven and placing it on the stove. She made it to her bedroom without him noticing and closed the door.
She slipped on her underwear and the dress taking her hair and letting it fall around her shoulders. She took a small section pinning it back toward the top of her head. She tucked her breasts on either side of the dip line where her shirt dropped down, placing some fabric tape there so they could stay. She always had some handy in case her outfits called for it. Her breasts popped out toward the opening but left a clear space in between. She looked herself over, turning around to look at her but. The dress was hitched up slightly from the curve of her ass, but it hung down low enough to cover her entirely. She rubbed some of her perfume that Bellamy liked so much on her wrists and behind her ear. "Hey Clarke, dinner's ready". She heard him yell. Without taking another moment to herself she left her room heading to the dining room where the lights were dimmed, and candles lit up the covered space. There were 2 place settings and what looked like lasagna on the table. Bellamy came over carrying a basket of bread and placed it down in between their two settings, also placing a bottle of wine down with it.
He looked over her as she strode towards him, almost forgetting what he was doing. Clarke looked amazing. She would look amazing in anything but this time with her dress low cut and her hair and makeup done he was feeling a little nervous himself. She stopped in front of him, "Something you want to say". He gulped as she brushed her lips against his, closing his eyes and feeling him becoming turned on. When he opened them, she was standing in front of him looking over the table. "This looks amazing Bellamy, honestly". Hell, he didn't even know if he was going to make it through the dinner. She reached for her seat, but he caught her in his arms pulling her side into his chest. Growling as she smiled up at him playfully. "Princess, you come to dinner dressed like that it makes me want to skip ahead to dessert". She laughed. "Well I hate to disappoint you but I'm starving". A smirk appearing on the corner of his mouth, "Believe me I am too. Just not for the food". He placed a kiss on her neck as Clarke raised her head sucking in the air as his lips tickled her. She placed a hand on his chest able to push him back just enough. "Food first".
He reached out admitting his defeat and pulled out the seat for Clarke. She sat down looking over everything. "So, I don't know how you'll like it but I made a veggie lasagna with homemade Alfredo. Cheesy bread, and a salad. How's your stomach, I don't want you to get sick if you're not feeling up to eating this". Clarke was far from nervous now, she was feeling confident in herself, "I'm fine I just was a little stressed out earlier, really this sounds great".
They plated their food and talked about the weeks to come over dinner. Bellamy was telling her how he had signed up for more history classes and Clarke was telling him about her final project. She had decided on doing a life drawing and was going to use different mediums to contrast off each other. "If anyone can do it, I know you can". Bellamy reached for their plates clearing the table. Clarke stood to help but Bellamy insisted she stay seated. She waited while he cleared everything except for the wine. Pouring them both another half glass. The bottle was almost empty, had they really drank that much. She couldn't remember but instead reached for her now replenished glass taking a sip of its sweet but bitter liquid. "I don't know how you feel about dessert, or even if you have room but I just got us some ice cream from the store. It's supposed to be from some local creamery it says" He placed down a small cup for each of them. She looked down at its swirls, pieces of cherry and chocolate. She took her spoon scooping up just enough to fill the tip of it and placing it in her mouth letting it slide out. "Mmm", she hummed to herself. The moan making Bellamy's mouth hang open as he watched her. She opened her eyes to catch his reaction before he closed his mouth shut. He picked at his dish as he watched Clarke eat hers. "You don't know how good you make that ice cream look". He noted.
Clarke could see she was teasing him indirectly. Instead she went with it. She dipped her spoon into her ice cream taking it out and running her tongue over it to lick it clean. Bellamy's jaw clenched tightly. He adjusted in his chair, Clarke getting the hint that she was the cause of his squirming. She leaned up onto the table next over towards his side, taking her spoon and putting it this time in his bowl. He watched as she plucked the spoon up repeating the same motion with her tongue. As she plucked it from her mouth, she made a quick sucking noise. She had her eyes on him, just lowering them enough to stare at his mouth and then back to meet his glare. "So…. satisfying". Bellamy couldn't help himself. He dropped his spoon and grabbed either side of her face. Pressing his lips into hers. Their lips moving forcefully against each other's and they broke away for small amounts of time to catch their breath.
He stood up from his chair scooping Clarke into his arms and carrying her off to the bedroom. Clarke had moved her lips down on his neck kissing and sucking there as he concentrated on carrying her to the bed. He laid her down holding himself up on either side of her head and leaning over her. "You have no idea how much your teasing drives me crazy". He began to place his lips under her ear, placing kisses along her neck and down onto her body. He was kissing her now between her breasts, trying to keep himself from ripping the dress from where it laid on her. "And these clothes, you really know how to get a guy going". Clarke closed her eyes feeling Bellamy's mouth all over her, each kiss burning into her skin as his mouth moved to another spot. She waited as he slid his hands up her thighs pulling the dress with it. He reached her underwear placing his lips over the material. He gripped her around her hips massaging his thumbs over her hip bones. "Bellamy please". Clarke moaned. "Not yet". His voice low and breathy.
He watched as he peeled down her underwear discarding it and returning to focus on the girl that laid before him. The girl that he wanted so bad. He felt a wave of insecurity wash over him as he thought about her returning to school. How he wanted her to know she was his, how he wanted to hear her say it. Bellamy kissed just over her opening eliciting a moan from her as he did. "Bellamy, please. I can't take this teasing much longer". She squirmed as he placed his kisses along her, feeling her wetness press against his lips. "Tell me you want me". She moaned again. "I want you Bellamy". "Tell me you need me". The sweet noise leaving her throat as she gripped her hands on the sheets of the bed. "I need you Bellamy". "Tell me your mine to take". She couldn't stand it any longer. She sat up looking him in his eyes, hungry for all things he had to give her. "I'm yours and only yours Bellamy".
He could have taken her right there and then. Instead he pushed onto the bed, pressing his lips to hers an running a finger inside her. He continued to poke his fingers in and out while letting another one slip in and his thumb just graze over her most sensitive spot. Clarke reached down trying to steady him as he moved faster. "Let me feel you baby, I want to feel you unravel beneath me". Clarke could feel the rushing of senses coming over her. She scrunched her eyes closed bringing a hand to the back of his head and pushing them closer together as they kissed. Her orgasm washing over her. She was breathing heavy as Bellamy moved away, from the bed. She was about to sit up and ask him if that was it when she saw him removing his clothes.
She slid her hands over the material that hung on her shoulders slipping off the dress and shimming it down her body. She was there naked before him and before long he was bare in front of her too. He crawled over her again, and she leaned back falling onto the bed. Bellamy lightly placed his body over hers propping himself up slightly on his elbows so he wouldn't put all his pressure down on top of her. He was brushing her hair out of her face when she caught his stare. "Clarke" he said kissing over her lips. She closed her eyes waiting for him to continue. Instead she felt his lips pull away.
She opened her eyes, her was smiling down at her, looking so, she couldn't think of a word for it. She had never seen this expression from Bellamy. "Clarke, I love you". She was shocked, surprised. She searched for truth in his expression, and that was when she realized. The look she had never seen before, because it was new. This was Bellamy in love. She reached up touching his face, sliding her thumb up and down his cheek. It came out as easier than she thought it would. "I love you too". Bellamy pressed his lips back down to her raising his body up and positioning himself over her entrance. Clarke bent up one leg to his side as he adjusted himself between hers. He pushed forward and she gripped his back, feeling him fill her like all the times they had been together before. I wasn't that this time was different, but every time he was inside her she felt so full of pleasure. He moved against her grinding into her body. She raised her hips up to meet his motions. Bellamy picking up the pace as he continued.
"Oh, Fuck, Bellamy". The sex was amazing. This time is was even more personal and she could feel every inch of her body calling for him as she gripped her nails into his back. "I'm close, don't stop. Please". He pushed on letting go of her lips and pressing his head into her shoulder as he moved deeper, harder, faster. She gripped around him feeling his own release shortly after. Equally exhausted by their activities. Bellamy rested under her chin and she could feel his hair tickle against her collarbone. "Promise me Bellamy" Clarke said as she laid there feeling his acknowledgement of her, as he rubbed her waist with his thumb. "Nothing will change with us, we can't go back to what things used to be, let's just move forward no matter what". Bellamy hummed underneath her chin as he kissed her stomach lightly. "I was just thinking the same thing Princess. I'm never letting you go". Clarke closed her eyes, knowing eventually their time apart meant he might have to.
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