Chapter 27
Clarke and Bellamy were living in happy bliss the rest of the year. They were finishing their schooling. Octavia had moved in with Lincoln shortly after he had asked her, and Bellamy had gotten a side job at the local bookstore to make up for the rent. Clarke was helping with things for sorority functions and painting signs that night when an unexpected knock came from the door. It was almost 10:30 and Bellamy would be home soon but hadn't finished his shift yet. She paused before hearing another hard bang again. It spooked her a little, but she promptly moved to her feet, shouting across the hall to the door. "Who is it"? She heard a loud thud against it as she rushed to the door. Sounding as if someone had pressed their weight against it. There was no more words or answers but she peeked through the glass on the side to see a body slouched there. One she didn't recognize. She knew Bellamy would have been 100% against her actions but without hesitation she opened the door and a very drunk and unconscious John Murphy fell into their place. She let out a sigh of relief, happy to see it wasn't a stranger.
Or worse, someone who was unwelcomed. She placed her hands under his arms and pulled him inside. He was heavy to carry but much lighter than Bellamy or Wells would have been. When she got him inside and closed the door, she just stared at him. She didn't know him very well other than when he had visited them before. But she liked Murphy and she thought he was an ok guy. Shaking her nerves, she turned on her feet to clean up the mess of paints and call Bellamy when she heard a cell phone ring. It wasn't her's though. It was in his pocket. John was out still, and he didn't look like he was in any shape to talk to anyone, so she crawled over to him, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his phone. The caller i.d. reading "Wells". "Hey Wells". He sounded relieved on the other end. "Hey, Clarke" recognizing her voice right away. "Hey, I am assuming Murphy is there if your answering his phone. Did he get there in one piece he was in rough shape when he left"? Clarke looked down at his unconscious form, rougher than this?
"Yeah, he's here. Passed out but here. Mind telling me what is going on. Or should I just wait until he wakes up to tell me himself". "Why don't you put Bellamy on the phone, he knows more about Murphy's past than I do, and it'll probably be easier if he explains it". "Um, Bellamy isn't here right now he is finishing up his shift, but he should be home soon". "Oh ok, well until her gets there if Murphy is content where he is just leave him. He'll sleep it off and then maybe be in a better mood then when he left here". Clarke wanted to help in the situation but didn't know how. Instead she just agreed wishing Wells a goodnight and hanging up the phone. An hour later Bellamy still hadn't made it back and John was starting to wake up. He groggily raised his hand to his head letting out a groan of pain. Clarke watched him where she was sitting over the couch. He opened an eye to look at her. "You could have at least let me crash there". "You didn't give me much choice. You were collapsed against the front door when you got here". John looked around. Not remembering when or how he arrived at their place. "On the front door"? He asked again, as if he had really been that wasted. "Yep". Clarke assured him and gave a little smirk. John sat up with a groan, feeling his head. Clarke got up going over to the fridge to grab him some juice along with an asprin. He thanked her as she handed it over. Placing her hands on her hips and looking down at him. "So, you want to tell me what we owe the pleasure of your visit to"? John looked around, seeing only Clarke. "I actually really needed to talk to Bellamy". "And that couldn't have happened over the phone"? "No, I just…. he has this way of relating to me. Understanding what I'm dealing with. We used to room together and had a lot of long nights with long talks". Clarke understood that and felt kind of bad that he had moved away from him to be with her. Leaving his friends and everything else behind. "Well he might not be home for a little while, he's working and I'm guessing since it's been longer than normal, he's working a double. Want to tell me about it. I'm a good listener"? She sank down to the floor sitting criss cross and smiling excitingly at him. John just turned his head after sipping at his juice with a blank expression. "I'm not sure you'll understand". "Try me". Clarke said quickly. John was Bellamy's friend and a close one. Practically family. If that meant he was important to him than he was important to her too. She didn't think John was going to talk, between the unexcited stare and the long pause. But finally, John dove into conversation with her. Sharing the real reason he was there.
"So, when I was little my dad was in a bad way with some people and at times it rubbed off on my mom and me. People would show up at the house, asking for money. We didn't have much, so it was hard. Sometimes they would barge in threaten her and she would yell at me to go hide. They would take stuff or break something as a part of getting what they wanted. My mom and dad were in constant fights about it. Yet when my dad got caught on a drug bust and was arrested those people started coming by for my mom. She got in a bad place. Supporting me and the house. Pretty soon we lost it and had to move around. We eventually ended up in a pretty bad part of town and my mom had to resort to…well let's just say different forms of earning. I tried to help as I got older. Getting a job and trying to work so she didn't have to. She developed a nasty drug habit, after that and it just escalated from there".
Clarke's heart went out to Murphy. He had a tough time growing up. He was always joking around and making fun of things and she wondered if that was his way of getting comfortable. Not breaking down. "Not long after I started college Bellamy and I were placed together in the dorms. He got me to go out for the team and I finally had a place". Bellamy had rescued him. He had a habit of doing that for people he cared about. How many times had he been there to rescue her when in need? "So that brings you here with me". She smiled reaching out and placing a hand on his knee.
"My mom, she's in the ER. They had called me to come be with her. She got in a pretty nasty fight with one of her clients while high and the police showed up. He could have killed her! What's even worse is they acted like it was her fault. Because she was high on drugs, and because they guessed her profession by the way she was dressed. It was awful"! Clarke just sat there listening, hoping she would have the right thing to say when he was done. "I filed a police report against the guy, from what my mom told me. But when I told her about it, she yelled at me, told me to mind my own business and just go back to school where I belong. That I was acting like I was too good for her or something". The tears filled in his eyes. "My own mom pushed me away". He held his head in his hands. Loosing himself in his emotions.
Clarke didn't have a family, not blood at least. And the one that she had always cared about her. They could never do that to her. Even though she couldn't connect to his situation, put herself in his shoes. She was alone and knew what it was like to feel helpless. "What am I going to do". He said finally as she rubbed his back. "Have you ever thought of getting her help. Maybe putting her in a rehab facility. I know some places do that for others. They keep them there until they realize that it is the right place for them. Then they can get the help that they need". "I don't know if I could do that. Even if I did. I wouldn't have anyone to turn to. I'd be alone". That one sentence alone sparked it inside her. "You're not alone John. You have us, your family".
That was all he needed, for someone to be there to understand, he threw his arms around her hugging her tightly. "That's what Bell would say". She wrapped her arms around him, tucking her chin over his shoulder and rubbing his back in small circles. "Well I may not be him, but I'm here to help. Just like he would. And you can stay here as long as you need". John closed his eyes letting out a relaxing sigh. "Thanks Clarke I'm happy Bellamy and you finally got all this figured out. Your good for him". She knew those words couldn't be more than true. They were made for each other, and there was no one else she would rather be with. The door opened to their apartment and in came Bellamy, looking over the two of them hugging with a smile. He shut the door as Murphy pulled away to say hello. Clarke instead cut in. "Look who it is, it's John". Bellamy walked toward them kneeling down to the floor and knowing why he had come without explanation. He hugged him and looked over at Clarke sitting there on the floor. To understand and reach out to his friends without him there was big to him. It was apart of accepting his world. Exactly what Clarke had done without hesitation. How did he get so lucky?
Days turned to weeks, and while Clarke and Bellamy filled their times with school and work, John found a job and transferred to their university. He had gotten his mother into a rehab facility with Bellamy's help and didn't want to go back to where he was. Here at least he had friends. He wasn't worried about Wells either because he had a family back home. These three were forming their own. A lot of times it was him and Clarke. Bellamy worked or was in class a lot and they started to get close. Bellamy at times even started to get a little jealous of it all. One night in particular when he had gotten home from a particularly long shift Clarke and Murphy were sitting on the couch watching a movie on Netflix. "What are you guys up to tonight"? Clarke laughed at the screen. Murphy's hand on the back of the couch behind her. "We are just watching this movie on Netflix. Romantic comedy you'd hate it".
Bellamy knew those were Clarke's favorites and as much as he wanted to watch them with her, he could only take so much of them. Still it was something he wanted to share with her, not Murphy. "At least you don't have to catch up on them with me anymore. John can do it now". Clarke mentioned. Bellamy felt a little annoyed at her pushing him aside. Or maybe it was just the day he had. He sulked off to their room leaving the door open so he could keep an eye on them. "My friends actually call me Murphy". He heard him say. "Am I one of those friends". "Of course, you are, in fact I would say your one of my best". Murphy sneaking his hand around and hugging her from the side. "Hey babe, what do you guys want for dinner tonight"? He shouted, wanting to interrupt where he could. "Oh, we already ate, there's leftovers in the fridge if you want some". Clarke called from the couch. Of course, they did. Bellamy knew he didn't have anything to worry about but with his own insecurities, spending less time with Clarke, and his crappy day on top of it all, this scene of events really bugged him.
When Clarke got up offering to get more popcorn for the two of them Bellamy took his chance to turn her attention to him. He walked over to her in the kitchen and wrapped his hands around her waist kissing on her neck from behind. Clarke made small sounds to hint that she was enjoying it but when the popcorn was done, she shifted out of his grasp to get it, making her way back to the couch. "Come join us if you want babe". Join us? When did Murphy and Clarke become an us? He decided to join them, walking around and sitting on the other side of Clarke. He was trying to fit in to watch what was playing on the screen but with the computer it made it hard for more than two people. "Can you guys scoot a little I can't see anything"? That made Clarke scoot closer to Murphy, turning the computer so he could see. The exact opposite of what he wanted. As he moved back in to touch her side, he watched as Clarke leaned into Murphy's chest. "Hey babe why don't you come sit in my lap"? Bellamy offered, knowing how Clarke had always loved it when he pulled her to him. This time though she shrugged her shoulders at the request and continued watching. Bellamy could feel himself tick like a timer, ready to go off.
When the scene on the computer played where the couple had gotten into bed Murphy nudged Clarke smiling only inches away from her face. "I told you they were going to end up in bed". "You did not, you only said it looked like they'd hit it off". "Oh please, look on the screen, those two have chemistry. He's into her, she's into him. They were bound to be more than friends". The conversation had nothing to do with Murphy and Clarke, but Bellamy's heart started to beat faster listening to it. Watching them so closely. He was trying his best to be good but a large part of him was on edge from time to time. Having a hard time controlling his temper. It's just who he was. In football, in school, with his family, and in life. In general, when he was in a mood, things like this just got to him.
"Hey babe" he said, watching Clarke turn her head to address him when he was talking to her. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her in kissing hard and rougher against her lips than he intended to. What's even worse was when he tried to place another long hard kiss on her lips she started to pull away, probably startled by his actions. Instead he broke the kiss and pushed her in for another one. Clarke let out an unpleasant noise and pushed him away. "Hey, what was that for"? Murphy pausing the movie and looking at Bellamy. "I just wanted to kiss my girlfriend, I thought that was ok". She looked at him shocked. He of all people should know she didn't like to be handled like that. At least not due to some type of macho stand off between men. If he was going to kiss her it was going to be about them. Whatever it was she didn't know why he was acting like this. "Why don't you just give her some space Bell". Murphy said, trying to make Clarke comfortable and break the tension. Instead it only added to it. "Give her some space why don't you just back off Murphy!" Bellamy pushed him in the shoulder away from Clarke. Before Clarke could do anything the two of them were standing up in their living room chest to chest.
She watched as they breathed out the air from their nostrils like bulls in the ring. Only seeing red. "Okay, I don't know what this is about, but I think we need to take a step back" Clarke trying to calm everyone down. It was so much easier with Octavia here. "What this is about, I'll tell you. You are my girl, mine. And Murphy just shows up and you guys start being buddy, buddy. Spending time together watching movies and cooking. Pretty soon you don't even want to spend time with me anymore". Murphy couldn't help it he smiled at Bellamy, always the wise guy he was. "I can't help it if she likes to relax with me after a long day Bell. Instead of crawling into bed with you. We have interests that we share isn't that right Clarke". Murphy should have seen this coming because when he looked down at Clarke to smile Bellamy cocked his fist back and punched him right in the face knocking him on the floor. "Oh my god, Bellamy"! Clarke said. Bellamy took a step back, realizing he had gone too far. Clarke ran to the freezer to get a frozen pack for Murphy's face, and a towel for the blood. "Murphy man I…" Bellamy started to say but he just took the things from Clarke before Clarke was pulling Bellamy by the shirt into their bedroom. She closed the door behind him as Bellamy turned around pacing in the small space.
"What the hell was that about Bellamy. You just come home and pummel your friend for spending time with me. I know you have a reason, and it better be a good one". Clarke was fuming mad. Rarely did he see her get this worked up. "I had a bad day ok. I came home seeing you all close and together and I didn't like it what can I say. I messed up; I always mess up". Bellamy sat on their bed, throwing his head into his hands. "No, you don't get to feel sorry for yourself. Not now. We don't act that way to family remember. As much as you might not like it Murphy and I are friends. But that's it, friends ok? Nothing more. In case you don't remember since you used the wrong word in there, I am your fiancé not girlfriend, fiancé. I said yes to you and while you want to stake your claim to me to whoever come across, I am already yours. But by my say not because you forced me to". Bellamy sat up looking at her with slumped shoulders, feeling pathetic for getting so mad over something so little. Everything she was saying was right. He let the little green monster peek over his shoulder and cause problems where it didn't need to. Clarke moved in front of him. Still mad and yelling.
"And as far as "I always mess up" she placed her fingers in air quotes mimicking him. "You don't always mess up, your human babe. It's your right to feel things. But you don't always have to act on them. There's this thing called talking. And I'm always here to listen to you if your having a bad day or feeling a little insecure". She took a breath as her words finished. Trying to shake off the feeling she was having. Bellamy wanted to stand up and wrap his arms around her like he always did when she was upset but when he went to Clarke she pushed him down onto the bed. "No not now. I'm still mad at you, which I have every right to be". He smiled up at her. "Bossy Princess, did I tell you how much I like it when you tell me what to do for a change. Seeing you all wound up and bossing me around". He pulled her close to him by her legs, she resisted a little bit, but he was much stronger than her. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Her shirt rose up along her side, and he placed a kiss on her now exposed hip. "It does things to me". He whispered going in for another kiss. Clarke closed her eyes as he peppered kisses along her waistline. She wanted to remain mad, but it had been a couple days since they had gotten to spend some time together and she really missed the feeling of his touch, his lips.
As he moved his lips around, his fingers moved up to unbutton her pants. Moving to the zipper and sliding it down. If he wanted bossy, he'd get bossy. Clarke pushed him back on the bed, happy to remember she closed the door. Bellamy's smile grew on his face as she unbuttoned his pants pulling them down his legs. Her hands running up his thighs and eyeing his now growing erection. She dropped her own pants to the ground. Propping herself up and crawling over him with legs on both sides. Sitting down to straddle him and grind her heat against his. Letting out a small moan as she did. Bellamy's hand went out to reach for her thighs, but she stopped him throwing his hands up. "Above the head". He swallowed at her request, getting really serious with the sudden mood change. Doing as he was told his hands went up. Clarke moved his shirt up, leaning forward as she still ground against him, kissing his chest. Peeking her tongue out and placing little bite marks on his skin. She moved the shirt over his head but twisted tightly so it was around his wrists. Leaving it there like a makeshift rope.
She pressed her lips hard down on his while she pressed even harder on his groin. Bellamy releasing a low growl as she pulled away from him. His eyes grew darker and she knew it wouldn't be long before he resumed control again. Not that he wasn't enjoying this, but because he wasn't going to be able to hold back. Clarke sat up pulling her shirt over her head revealing she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Bellamy watched as her hands skimmed over the skin of her side and up to her breasts. Cupping them and squeezing them lightly. Letting out moans as she moved her hands and even slid her index and thumb forward to pinch her nipple gently. Sucking in her bottom lip between her teeth. She opened her eyes to see his expression. Knowing the sight alone of her grinding on top of him in nothing but her underwear was driving him crazy, let alone that she was playing with one of his favorite physical features of her.
She released, steading her hands on him and grinding a steady rhythm. "Does it make you mad to know that I can do this to you, and you have to hold back"? She asked. "Does it drive you crazy seeing me touch myself when your hands could be where mine are"? What was she trying to get at? If she wanted to make him more worked up, it was working. "What about the fact that you haven't touched me in days. That you haven't tasted me. That I've had to do it all by myself on nights you were working late. And you came home into bed without knowing I had gotten off just before". Bellamy gripped the material that laid over his hands. Letting out a warning as Clarke's words were pushing him over the edge of control. "Clarke". He breathed out. "What about that when we were sitting in there, I wasn't wearing a bra, sitting so close to you. You could have had me but instead you got all mad about Murphy. When your hands could have easily slid up, touched me, felt me. Played with me". That was it. Clarke raised her head up to let out a small moan as one hand slid from his chest to her underwear. Right where Bellamy wanted to be. At the moment, she wasn't paying attention he shook the shirt from his wrists and flipped her over on the bed. Watching her, shocked beneath him.
He was breathing hard, lips rushing to kiss her down her neck. Sucking at the skin. His hips grinding into hers and his other hand pulling down his boxers so he could be free from the material. Clarke went to remove her underwear but he reaches out, stilling one of her hands. "Don't". was all he managed to get out. Looking up only for a second to meet her eyes. He instead pushed them to the side before plunging into her. Clarke letting out a gasp as she felt him fill her inside. "As much as I like you telling me what to do, I will never get over what you look like when I do it to you". Clarke wrapped her legs around him as Bellamy increased his thrusts in and out of her. Feeling her grab onto his shoulders, and her nails digging slightly into him. "You said you choose me, you'd choose me again". Clarke tried to focus on what he was saying to her as he breathed the words against her neck. With their current activities though it was hard to focus on anything else. "Tell me again".
Clarke heard him that time. As she could feel the stirring grow inside her, that pulse and wind up in her lower region. She was about to finish but not before Bellamy reached down in between them to touch her in her most sensitive spots. "Tell me baby". He wasn't demanding or requesting. He needed to hear it; he was asking her because he needed her to say it, to calm him. "I'm yours baby. I'll always be yours. Oh Bellamy"! She cried out as she came to her end. Bellamy rode against her finishing himself. Screaming out her name and pressing his body firmly against her. Breathing heavy and kissing her shoulders lightly, he rested on top of her. Trying his best to prop himself up on his elbows. Clarke grabbed his face bringing it to meet hers. "Now I want to hear you say it". "Say what" he huffed still trying to catch his breath. Clarke smiled at him, kissing his lips softly. "I was always yours, and always will be". He kissed her again, ready to fall asleep right there in her arms.
Another chapter for you guys. I feel like there is more to go so I will be working on that up to the wedding and events after. If you have any requests or you would like to see more of a character let me know. I am very thankful to all the followers and readers out there. I hope you'll continue to read. Feel free to leave me a review if you like the chapter or where the story is at. As always BE KIND
