It had been a few days since Hakan and Lincoln moved into Arkadia. When trying to figure out housing arrangements, Bellamy gave up his room without hesitation. Clarke never bothered to ask where he would go, but when she returned to her quarters that night, she found Bellamy on her couch. The pair argued back and forth but ultimately Bellamy refused to move and Clarke gave up. She locked herself in her bedroom. Outside her quarters, Hakan was at Clarke's heel all the time. Bellamy was starting to feel the fire again, and he found himself snapping at everyone, Clarke in particular. Finally Clarke had enough of Bellamy's outbursts, so she willingly let Octavia convince her to do something rebellious.
"Let's sneak out to a Grounder party," Octavia begged. The two girls were outside on the grounds around a campfire, one of the many that are lit at night. Clarke rolled her eyes.
"Bellamy will kill us," Clarke said. Octavia chuckled.
"Lincoln won't let Bell kill me, and by the way he looks at you, like right now, I doubt Hakan would let my brother hurt you," Octavia said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Let's do something rebellious." Clarke sat in silence, thinking.
"Okay," Clarke said, standing up.
"Really? Ok, come on. Lincoln and Hakan are already waiting," Octavia whispered. The girls threw ragged cloaks over their heads, and using the dark to hide their movements, the two girls left camp completely undetected. They met Hakan and Lincoln just inside the tree line. Octavia threw the hood of her cloak down, revealing her hair, which had been styled with braids and beads, just like Grounders. Octavia had done Clarke's hair as well, but she left her hood up.
"Let's go," Lincoln said, turning with Octavia's hand in his, and headed into the woods, Hakan behind him. Clarke looked over her shoulder, taking one last look at Arkadia.
"Coming?" Clarke turned around to see Hakan had waited for her. Clarke nodded, glanced at her home one more time, and walked on with Hakan.
"Bellamy is going to kill me," Clarke groaned.
"Who is this Bellamy to you, Wanheda?" Hakan asked.
"Call me Clarke, please. We're all on the same team there's no need for formalities," Clarke said.
"You are a very humble leader, Clarke. That's why Lexa likes you so much. Now tell me about Bellamy," Hakan said. Clarke smiled slightly at the thought of Lexa.
"Him and I lead together. Once this is over, I'm taking him to Polis to get the tattoo," Clarke said simply. She noticed a sly grin crept onto Hakan's face.
"Nothing more?" Hakan asked. Clarke laughed.
"No," she said, shaking her head, still smiling. However, she felt a weird sensation in her chest as she responded, she almost felt guilty for saying no. But Clarke brushed it off, as the roar of laughter told them they arrived. Octavia grabbed Clarke's hand and pulled her quickly, dragging Clarke along. Clarke's hood fell off. Hakan sighed. Lincoln came beside him.
"Clarke is a strong woman, Hakan," Lincoln said.
"I know. I've never known such a humble, strong, loving, and beautiful leader in my whole life," Hakan said. Lincoln rolled his eyes.
"Hakan Clarke is very independent. You can't be protective. Hell, her and Bellamy have lead side by side since the day they got here, and she still loses her shit on him," Lincoln said. "Starting something with her must not be taken lightly."
"I know," Hakan said, watching Clarke and Octavia take shots across the lane.
"Chug!" Octavia yelled as Clarke held a full bottle of whiskey to her lips, chugging. She stopped half way and Octavia cheered while Clarke threw her hands up in the air, feeling victorious.
"Chug O!" Clarke cheered as Octavia tipped the bottle back, finishing what Clarke couldn't.
"I love you Clarke!" Octavia said, grabbing Clarke and hugging her.
"I love you too Octavia," Clarke said. Octavia looked at her.
"You are my people," Octavia said, using one of Clarke's famous quotes. The girls smiled. Hakan and Lincoln, both only slightly intoxicated finally caught up with the girls as they were taking one last shot.
"You're done, O," Lincoln said. Octavia frowned, but held out her hand to him. Clarke smirked at Octavia and threw back another shot before anyone could stop her.
"You're done too, Clarke," Hakan said. Clarke pouted, unmoving. Hakan chuckled and held out his hand. Clarke looked at him cautiously first before slipping her fingers into his. He let her lead her away from the village and into the forest. Lincoln and Octavia had gone slightly ahead.
"Can we stop for a second?" Clarke said when they were not far from camp, her vision blurry. She sat down on a log and after a few moments of silence, Clarke noticed Hakan watching her. She suddenly felt warm and crossed her legs.
"How can someone who has suffered so much still be as beautiful and strong as the day she started?" Hakan asked. Clarke blushed.
"You think I'm beautiful?" Clarke asked, looking into Hakan's eyes, a sudden boost of confidence and adrenaline coursing through her veins. Hakan caught the gleam in her eye, and sat beside her, placing one hand on Clarke's thigh, just above her knee. Clarke inhaled at the touch. She inched closer, and Hakan moved his hand mid thigh. Clarke shivered when Hakan faced her, sitting sideways on the log, one hand still on her thigh, but now the other traced her spine. Clarke gasped as her skin prickled against his touch. He looked at her, trying to read her thoughts.
"Shouldn't we keep moving-" Hakan started. Clarke moved her hand on top of Hakan's hand, stopping him from moving. Clarke stared at his face, trying to see if he needed her as much as she wanted him. Then she saw a glimmer in his eye.
"Kiss me." Hakan didn't have to be told twice. The hand on her back pulled her close, then came to rest on Clarke's ass. His other hand shot up around the back of Clarke's neck, tangling his fingers in her hair. Clarke wrapped her arms around Hakan's neck, pressing her lips against his. Hakan kissed Clarke hard, and Clarke took the opportunity to run her hands over Hakan's chest and abs. Hakan bit her lip, and Clarke let out a moan. Hakan moved his mouth to Clarke's neck, kissing and licking as he moved to Clarke's chest. He moved his hands to unzip the top portion of Clarke's dress. She shimmed the straps off and he pulled the top down as his mouth recaptured hers. If Hakan hadn't stopped, Clarke never would have noticed they weren't alone.
"Get off her!" Bellamy roared, coming at Hakan, who was already backing away. Clarke managed to pull her cloak around her and clasped it in the front.
"Bellamy stop," Clarke slurred, getting in between the two men, hands extended towards each of them to keep them from advancing forward. Hakan stopped the second she lifted her hand, but Bellamy walked right into her hand and Clarke had to push him back. Her hand lingered on his chest, long enough for him to wonder why it was still there. Clarke blushed when he looked at her and she dropped her hand.
"What are you thinking?" Bellamy asked through this teeth. "Hakan, go back to camp. Clarke and I are right behind you." Hakan nodded left the tree line. Bellamy turned to Clarke, who was now having a hard time walking.
"You always ruin everything," Clarke pouted, walking past Bellamy just close enough so her hand brushed against his. Clarke shivered, pulling her cloak tighter. Bellamy ran to catch up, putting a hand on her arm to guide her, but Clarke angrily threw him off. Bellamy rolled his eyes.
"Princess," Bellamy said as the gates opened in front of them. Monty was on the other side, opening and closing it.
"You are the worst," Clarke pouted. Monty looked at Bellamy, who only shrugs his shoulders in return. Once inside the Ark and in the living quarter hallways, they passed by Raven.
"Clarke you didn't invite me," Raven said. Clarke froze.
"Oh my god. Raven," Clarke said, tears forming in her eyes. Raven looked at Bellamy, who was trying to hide a grin.
"What?" Raven asked, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"I'm so stupid for not telling you. Forgive me?" Clarke asked. Raven grinned.
"Of course. Got drink some water and get some rest," Raven said. Clarke nodded. Bellamy reach out to steady her, but she swatted his hand away again. Bellamy groaned.
"Princess," Bellamy said as they entered the door. Bellamy shut it behind him. Clarke had already started towards her bedroom. Bellamy followed her.
"Get out Bellamy," Clarke said, shooting daggers.
"Why am I the worst?" Bellamy asked, grinning.
"First, turn around," Clarke said. When he didn't move, Clarke shrugged her shoulders and untied her cloud, dropping to the ground. Bellamy hesitated for only half a second before turning around. He didn't have enough time to comprehend what he was seeing.
"Done?" Bellamy asked after a few moments.
"Yup," she said. Bellamy turned around and instantly wanted to punch himself in the face. Clarke was wearing nothing but underwear, socks, and an oversized long-sleeve shirt that belonged to him. She must have stolen it from his laundry. Bellamy gulped.
"Now, tell me why am I'm the worst?" Bellamy asked. Clarke dropped onto her bed, leaning against the headboard. Bellamy sat by her on the side, his legs still on the ground.
"You ruin everything! I get to have no fun," Clarke said.
"How."
"Bellamy you can't even count the number of times you've had sex on Earth, but I can. One. One Bellamy. I want to forget that time even happened, and it almost happened again tonight but you ruined it," Clarke said. Bellamy grinned.
"So you're mad at me because I have more sex than you?" Bellamy said. Clarke hit his arm with her fist.
"No asshole. I let you do whatever you want with whoever you want, but you're always up in my business and ruining it for me!" Clarke said, her brows furrowing. Bellamy chuckled.
"What's your problem right now?" Bellamy asked, unable to keep the grin from his face. Clarke scowled as his grin. However, his smile did something to her. Clarke reached her hand out and tangled her fingers in Bellamy's hair before pulling his face to hers, kissing him. Bellamy was stiff at first, clearly shocked. But after a few seconds he began to respond to her touch.
"Bellamy," Clarke said softly when he pulled away, causing him to grin evilly in response.
"I'm not going anywhere."
...
"CLARKE!" Clarke sat up upon hearing her name being calling, instantly feeling the pang in her head.
"What!" Clarke hollered back.
"I'm coming in!" she heard Raven yell. Clarke looked down at herself ad paled. She was naked. The events of last night crept into her mind. Clarke jumped out of bed and pulled on Bellamy's shirt and her underwear and jumped back into the bed before Raven could come in. Just as Raven was turning the doorknob, Clarke saw Bellamy's jacket on the floor. But it was too late to move it.
"Morning," Clarke groaned when Raven came in.
"You look like shit," Raven said. Clarke rolled her eyes.
"Thanks," Clarke muttered. The smile on Raven's face thinned.
"Clarke, no you didn't," Raven said suddenly. Clarke's heart jumped.
"Didn't what?" Clarke asked, trying to sound innocent.
"You fucked Bellamy," Raven said.
"Nooooo…?" Clarke said, not even convincing herself.
"Clarke oh my god," Raven said, erupting with laughter while Clarke hid her face.
"We're not talking about it," Clarke said sternly, and Raven put up her hands in defeat.
"Patrol, come on," Raven said. Clarke nodded, pulling on her clothes and grabbing her gun before leaving her room.
