The camp is always different when she rides in for a visit than it was the time before. Logs had been brought in from the woods and Bellamy was standing near the middle directing at where they should go with teenagers lugging them in various sizes and lengths to different piles. Octavia smiled to herself, he'd have been wasted as a janitor. He looked confident now. Commanding. A smokehouse stands a hundred yards or so from the dropship with two girls she hadn't really talked to manning it.
She can see Clarke near the opening of the dropship, boiling something in the large kettle some of the grounders had brought from the Treekru village. Another gift from Lincoln. He'd sent several after even after the last load they'd brought together from her deal in exchange for technological education and specialized work during the winter. He'd heard, of course, that they'd been sent down with absolutely nothing, as the ark hadn't deemed them worthy of using up needed supplies. She'd told him as much to begin with, but it wasn't until he'd seen the desperation and low living conditions with his own eyes when he'd come delivering those sets of supplies that it had really seemed to hit him. Since then, he'd been sending in a steady stream of things without any comment or reference to payment. A set of cast iron kettles- large, medium, and small, a shovel, a few utility knives for hunting…just a few things that might make all the difference to a hundred teenagers trying to build a life from scratch on a planet they barely know.
Of course, her "Sky People" as Lincoln calls them have also been useful. For the first time since the bombs went off, the people here have the means and knowledge to do small electric projects like solar powered electric fencing around valuable livestock pens to protect the animals inside from predators. When showered with old metal and rusty scraps that had been useless just the day before, her peers had immediately went to work on transforming them into a windmill to provide power for future projects. Yesterday, someone had managed salvaging an ancient generator a grounder had hauled back from a nearby ruin and Octavia got to watch as Lincoln and his inner command saw a lightbulb turn on for the very first time. She nearly laughed at Indra's huge eyes as she reacted to the artificial light, except that she still had enough bruises from their last training session to know better.
Part of her wished that she could be that kind of useful; all she'd been able to do on the ark was help her mother sew and mend the clothes she took into their room. She didn't see herself as an engineer though…or a programmer or a mechanic. She could pick up any of those jobs now, if she wants, but none held the appeal the horses or Lincoln's training weapons did.
"You already have a job." Bellamy had told her on his last visit when she confessed her insecurities to him when they were alone. "You saved all our lives. They would've killed us. If anyone says anything otherwise to you, you tell me and I'll give them a good reminder of how important you are. You are our ambassador and the leader of the Skikru inside the Treekru village. Don't take any shit from anyone."
She supposes that's true. Lincoln had told her and everyone else as much…but still, she didn't see herself as some princess who's only use is in strategic marrying and listening to teenagers bitching about whatever happened to be bugging them that day. She didn't give herself to Lincoln as some sort of human sacrifice to save her people. If anything, Lincoln is the one who gave her true freedom. She loves him, not his position or what he can or can't do for her people…just him. If he had nothing to offer at all, she'd still follow him anywhere. But he also doesn't look at her as some helpless kid. Not like Bellamy always has. He respects her and challenges her and teaches her to be independent with tasks she hadn't previously known how to do, so she isn't forced to rely on him. If he'd wanted some pretty princess who didn't like dirt under her nails, he'd never have chosen her.
Instead, he's given her a horse and taught her how to ride, so she can go where she wants. He's given her training weapons and advice on how to defend herself, instead of trying to keep her cooped up into the village (though he does always send a couple of his warriors with her if he can't come himself "just in case" that follow her around at a short distance without commenting on anything she did or where she decided to go). He lets her ride him like a wild woman at night and showed her how to make her own birth control in the form of a special herbal tea. He told her that she could have one kid or twenty and bare them now or in ten years…that it's her choice.
Lincoln didn't have any inclination for trying to control her. He enjoyed watching her become more and more confident in her skin. She loved him for that and for his kindness and his ferocity and for everything else about him. She's never had any opportunity to get to know many people, but she's pretty sure that even if she'd had known every single man on the ark and earth combined, Lincoln would far surpass them all.
When Bellamy walks up with Clarke and sees her on horseback, having ridden in all the way from the Trikru village, she nearly does a double take, mouth a little ajar, before walking up to her. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You gonna be riding in a chariot next?
Octavia rolls her eyes at him as she swings gracefully down and lovingly pets the giant beast. "No, but I did name him Helios."
Clarke seemed somewhere between confused and appraising. So, this is what a real horse looks like. It's bigger than either of them would have guessed just by the pictures. She'd seen Octavia ride him in before, of course, but had never been anywhere close except the one time when she helped unload all of their supplies. That day, she'd been far too fixated on the cast iron kettle and the tubs, not to mention the various knives and tools, to take any notice of the horses who pulled the cart in. Now, there was nothing to steal her attention and the giant animal was no more than a couple yards away when the spritely brunette swung down from him. She wasn't afraid of the animal, just fascinated. Not for the first time since she'd landed or even just the first time that day, she felt a deep longing for proper paper and a writing utensil of some sort to draw with. The horse looked so powerful, so noble. Clarke longed to put him to paper and capture it the way she had on the ark when Wallace was still there, somehow always managing to provide her with pencils and papers and charcoal and paint. She knew she could make him come alive on paper if only she had some. Then, a thought struck her that she should include Octavia too. A gift for Bellamy so he could see her all the time...so he could see the proud figure his baby sister had grown into thanks to him. It would be a way for him to keep her with him even as she lived her own life away with the Trikru.
Bellamy smiles up at his sister as he leans conspiratorially down to Clarke's ear. "She always used to daydream about riding a horse drawn chariot across the sky every morning like Helios did in the mythology book I read to her. I had to pretend to be a pony so often with her on my back as a kid that I'm still a little sore just thinking about it."
Not many people have horses, not even the higher ups in society. When she'd first heard of the gift, she was taken aback that Lincoln would go through so much trouble and expense for Octavia. When he had come back from Polis with the strong, beautiful gelding in tow, the entire village watched what he did. When he publicly gifted the gelding to her in the middle of the village as a wedding gift, he may as well have crowned her queen from everyone's reaction. Even Indra seemed to be rethinking her harsh treatment after witnessing the gift. No one could doubt that their leader would be joining the two Krus together now, in blood as much as talk. Genetics didn't always dictate who the next leader would be in Treekru culture, but it was a fair bet for anyone to assume the next leader of their kru would be born of the beautiful young sky girl.
For Clarke's part, she is spending the day thankful that, for once, she's more or less caught up in her endless medical chores. No one had been injured in two days and she'd finally been able to catch up after a few weeks with the basic supplies they'd been deprived of for so long. It's amazing how much difference a little basic thing like soap could have in their camp and the rate of infections within it. The supply trade Octavia had negotiated likely saved more lives than Clarke could ever hope to alone just by securing them what was needed to keep basic hygiene.
For literally the first time since she's been on earth, Clarke feels like she can actually slow down a little and afford to look around at the camp around her. Up until this point she'd been so busy and cooped up in the dropship trying to keep everyone alive that she barely had time to see anything else during the day. When Octavia and Lincoln came to visit, escorted around by Bellamy as he explained everything that they were doing and had done, she was amazed and somewhat embarrassed to find that Octavia already knew more about their camp than she did. They were there on a trade agreement this time. Monty and a couple others were taking some part of another from the dropship to use on an electrical project in the Trikru village. Clarke hoped it wasn't something they'd regret giving away when they got to the point of trying to wire a grid for themselves, but considering the generosity Lincoln had shown them, she didn't see that she had much right to complain. They were hanging out today and overnight until Monty and his team had successfully removed it all and packaged it up for the trip.
The smoke hut had been finished, along with the dedicated bath house near the edge of the camp on the side closest to the river that she had known about. After Bellamy had finished his own cabin where she slept sometimes, having added a roof and fireplace since the night the bath was brought in, he's helped the others in making a large communal lodge where anyone without a cabin of their own could sleep in the winter and that could function as a meeting house during the day. The cabin Bellamy had built wasn't the only one, of course, several others had gone up in the last few months. Harper, Monty, and Jasper were in one. Atom and several other guys had built another they'd deemed the bachelor lodge. Three more were up that each housed 5-6 other friends in their own little clicks. Then, of course, there were the outside walls, which protected them from animals and the small pens someone else had made to hopefully house livestock one day if they could ever get lucky enough to catch or trade for their own and establish a herd. All in all, it looked absolutely nothing like it had in their first few weeks of landing.
Still, Clarke couldn't help but admire her own cabin the most, with it's sturdy, well made walls and handsome stone fireplace. In the daylight, it looked like something out of an old storybook fairytale. In the night, it was a refuge. No matter how late she came in or how many nights in a row she'd had to skip coming home prior, Bellamy somehow always managed to have a fire going to greet her, usually with a tub full of water he'd lugged up at some point right in front of it. As she'd strip and sink into the luke warm water after whatever ridiculously long day or string of days in the dropship she'd had, she'd stare at the sleeping figure of Bellmay Blake on their makeshift mattress and contemplate going over to him, flinging back the panther furs, and taking his body for herself in the most wifely way possible. So far she hadn't, owning mostly to a mix of exhaustion and the fact that they almost never actually had time to speak to the other... but his muscular frame, always shirtless when he slept, had a distinct effect on Clarke. Would he demand that she explain herself, if she simply went over and laid atop him instead of at his side? Would he expect things to change in some way?
That night, after Octavia beds down with Lincoln in their grounder version of a tent and the camp winds down for the night, Clarke comes back to the cabin with Bellamy, for once, rather than long after he'd gone to bed himself. An awkward silence fell heavy over the both of them. It wasn't as if they never talked . Both had to exchange information on a continual level to keep things running- which workers needed to rest which body parts and therefore could not be assigned to certain duties or work shifts, what the hunters were supposed to look for in addition to the food they were out hunting for, whether she needed someone signed to her as an assistant to boil bandage cloth and scrub blood off the walls or floor (that job Bellamy often gave out as a punishment). In exchange, he'd report about upcoming hunting parties, what food stuffs were in supply or running out in case it had an effect on her patients, whether the grounders predicted rain or rises or falls in temperature the following day. The information flow alone was enough to keep them talking all through lunch and dinner breaks anytime they took them together or when he took the liberty to bring her food when she didn't show up to get her own. They kept far enough away from anyone to worry they might overhear whatever they talked about anyway. For all the rest of the camp knew, they might have been spouting love sonnets to each other (though no one who actually knew either of them would ever believe that).
Tonight though, had a different air to it. All the pivotal information exchange had already been accomplished. All the work, for the first time, in medical, was caught up. It wasn't quite yet dark, but Clarke looked around to realize that she had time she could take for just herself. Immediately, as if on autopilot, Bellamy picks ups the large cast iron kettle, and heads towards the door with it. t
"Where are you going?" Clarke asks, a little hesitantly.
Bellamy pauses in the open doorway. "Getting bath water." Clarke nods, uncomfortably, shifting around from one foot to the other.
"Oh, of course. Right." Bellamy smiles at her just as awkwardly before leaving.
It takes him eleven trips to fill the tub, and even with her taking over the fire duty to heat it all, it's more than an hour before it's ready. Up until now, Clarke had never known the exact amount of time and effort it took him to gift her those late night baths. Now that she'd seen it though...the labor that went into it, it had her close to speechless. What he was doing...that amount of work and trouble just to give her the only luxury he was capable of...that wasn't an act for the camp. No one would go that far just for appearances. As she watched him lug the last of it in, organizing their things herself and trying out the leftover charcoal from the fireplace as a drawing medium on a river rock she'd found, she felt something she hadn't wanted to allow. The feeling in her heart was painful after her father...her mother...Wallace...love is tied to loss at this point.
"Why do you do this everyday for me?" Clarke asks, standing up from her place and catching his eyes as he finishes pouring the warm water in.
He stiffens at the question, but doesn't respond.
Knowing he'd have to turn around and face her eventually, the blonde waits, watching his turned back for a long moment as he just stands there, his back to her before continuing. A knot is beginning to form in Clarke's throat, rendering her next words harder than they should have been...quieter than she normally speaks, her voice less steady. "This is...a ton of work. You've got to be exhausted. Why do you do it?"
When Bellamy finally turns around to face her, he eyes her for a long moment without responding before walking up to her, still stopping several feet away. His dark eyes search hers while she does the same, both looking for answers to questions neither would voice. Bellamy felt like he was walking along the edge of a cliff, having been on the receiving end of her anger more than once for presuming to take care of her. Clarke had made her distain for his attempts at comforting her abundantly clear in the beginning of all this. Was she angry, he wondered? She didn't look angry. She looked at him with a mixture of confusion and awe...and maybe even a little bit of fear. What did he do wrong now? What could he do?
"You know why." He finally muttered, annoyed that she couldn't even accept such a harmless gesture without offense.
Something clicked in the blonde's eyes then...an infinitesimal change in her expression. And then just like that, the next thing he knew, she was kissing him. It was awkward at first, her height versus his making such a gap for her to grab onto and reach without him already bending down to meet her that she very nearly missed. It took him about three seconds to fully grasp the situation at hand. Clarke is kissing him...and it's in private of her own free volition with absolutely no pushing from his end. Her lips were chapped. Her breath was like his own. Her hair could stand to be washed. In every way it should have been a terrible experience, but all his mind could register in that moment was a prayer like hallelujah as his body finally caught up to kiss her back, taking hold of her smaller body and pulling her up to him fully. His hands went to the sides and back of her head and fingers sank into her greasy hair as he breathed her in and tasted her.
He almost didn't register the small trail of tears streaming down her face, but he broke away to see her when he finally felt them against his own skin. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Clarke says, eyes shining, as she looks up to meet his stare once he pulls her chin up to see her properly. "I thought...I mean this is supposed to be fake. This whole... this is so messed up. But I don't know how to do this anymore without..."
"Clarke." Bellamy says, an apology written in his strong voice. "I know this isn't how you'd have wanted it...but if I was going to screw up so badly, the one part I didn't screw up was saying it was you."
Clarke lets out an exasperated huff and smiles up at him, not even trying to back away. "Well, I don't know how things are supposed to be anymore, but if this is being your wife, I'll take it."
The quiet admission is enough to make Bellamy freeze in place and then smile, before wrapping his arms around the woman in front of him and hugging her to him as some broken piece inside of his chest finally snapped back into place. It wasn't a love declaration or even forgiveness exactly, but it was enough for him. It was enough for him knowing that this...that he was enough for her.
"You will?"
Clarke nod smiling at him almost shyly as they finally end the hug. Why she couldn't say. He's seen her in every undesirable state already and she certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about at this point...but admitting it finally...even if she herself couldn't quite say what "it" even is...
"I'll be a good husband." Bellamy tells her solemnly, taking her smaller hands into his, a thick lump forming in his throat and feeling like what he imagines Lincoln had when giving his marriage vows. "I promise you that."
Clarke smiles bigger this time. "You already are. We might not have chosen this, but we're still in it together and...I'm choosing you now."
"I wish I had something to give you- a ring or something."
Clarke chuckles, looking around her as if the statement amused her to near laughter. "What do you call this cabin? Or these baths? Or the food you get me when I'd have missed it?"
"That's not anything." Bellamy says, feeling uncomfortable at the recognition. She was his. Of course he'd take care of her, even if she did deny wanting him to sometimes. "You do everything for everyone in this camp. Half of us would be dead already without you."
"All of us would be dead without you, come winter. You made us a home." Clarke says, trailing her fingertips gently down the sides of the rough hewn rounded log walls. When her fingertips drop off the log closest to her waist, she reaches her hand forward to Bellamy's. "I'm not consummating this with you half covered in grime."
Bellamy felt himself gulp and eyes bug in the most undignified way possible. When he first came down, he'd slept with two girls at a time on occasion...now he may as will be a stuttering virgin for how her blunt statement threw him. He felt himself nodding before he was even conscious of doing it. "Right." I'll get us some dinner. You...you...uh I'll be back in a bit."
Clarke smiles at him in an odd mix of nervous amusement as he hurries out of the cabin so she can bathe without an audience now that there was such awkwardness between them. His walk through camp to get in line for food is a short one, passing several groups sitting around small fires on stumps and talking within their click and eating. It feels a lot like passing families eating around a dinner table, except for the smoke. He could see their smiles, hear occasional laughter from one place he passed or another. It was nice to see his people in good spirits, for once. He and a few others had hunted a wild boar the day before and the meat was putting everyone in a good mood today, along with Monty's moonshine, of course.
When he picked up two rations worth no one objected or even commented, although it would've been heavily questioned for just about anyone else. The cooks knew who Bellamy was, of course, everyone did. They knew just as well why he so often got doubles too and who the other portion was for. Few in camp were half so well respected as Clarke and the girl who ladled the thick soup into a second freshly carved wooden bowl still bore the careful, neat stitches around two of her fingers as she handed the bowls to Bellamy Clarke had done just five days before. If Clarke were less skilled, she probably would've lost those two fingers from the accidental knife cut while chopping roots to cook with the much sharper knife Lincoln had sent from Tondc.
Bellamy was proud of how well the camp was coming along, but couldn't help but long for them to have reached the point of a real village with trading posts he could shop at. He wanted to give Clarke something, some sort of visible sign of his commitment to this with her, although the wedding bands hammered from old tin cans or passed down through families back on the ark was out of the question. Just like everyone else, he only came down with the clothes on his back...hundred year old shoes, pants, shirt, and his guard jacket. Other than that and the jaguar pelt he and Clarke slept on, he'd taken a parachute for his own only until the roof was on his cabin before passing it to others nowhere close to as far along on their dwelling, and his cabin itself...which he had to admit feeling pride in having built with his own two hands.
The thought suddenly struck Bellamy that he was truly living a life that he could have never even dared imagine for himself in his wildest dreams even a year ago. Here he stood, shoes touching the earth, birds singing and crickets chirping around him, as he walked through his village, whom he was co-leader of...it was a far cry from being a lowly janitor on the factory station of the ark. The air smelled of cooking meat around him and the thick, meaty stew in his hands made his mouth water as his cabin came into view. HIS cabin. His. No one could reassign it or take it away from him for whatever reason some council felt like. No one could float him or his family inside it anymore for daring to try to keep them all. Of course, the word them was a bit of an overstatement for just him and Clarke, but then, it did include Clarke who, in possibly the most bizarre twist of all, is his wife.
Inside that snug log cabin with the smoke rising from the sturdy stone chimney in front of him he had a beautiful, probably naked wife taking a bath and waiting for him. For a long moment, he just stood considering this and letting himself feel everything that came with it. Whatever disasters, one after another, that led him to this was worth it to get him to this moment, pride and satisfaction filling his chest as he finally opened the door to his home.
Clarke was, in fact, still in the bathtub, scrubbing herself with the soap Octavia had gifted them. She didn't bother to try to hide herself from him though. There was no point...nothing that could have been used as a curtain or room separator anyway and he'd already seen her naked more than once at this point. Hell, they'd already been sleeping together for months anyways.
Everything about their relationship has come backwards. Marriage, almost sex, co-habitation and sleeping together, helping each other bathe when necessary...all that had come long before even speaking of actually just having sex. Oddly though, Bellamy didn't really mind. They were solid with each other now in a way no other fling or one night stand Bellamy had ever had could touch. Bellamy may not have had sex with Clarke yet, but he knew what she liked, how she liked being held, how her feet got cold at night and ended up curled under his legs. How her breasts, heavy and full, felt against his back and his chest as they huddled together for warmth at night after she'd flung off her filthy clothes, half the time either coated in other people's dried blood or still wet from being freshly washed of that blood.
Bellamy went over to the mint paste Octavia had given him as part of her playful, if slightly embarrassing never-ending campaign to help him "stop being so smelly" and rubbed some over his teeth with a bristly stick and then took a sip of water to swish the minty flavor around his mouth for a moment before spitting it out through the window. He'd taken an extra thorough bath this morning, since he knew Octavia was due in today to visit and he was getting a bit sick of being called smelly when she hugged him. Trying to busy himself, he put a few more logs on the fire from the healthy stack of firewood he had ready next to the hearth and poked them into place with a stick, trying to keep his back to Clarke as she wringed the water out of her pretty blonde hair and stepped, dripping for lack of anything to dry herself with, from the heavy metal tub.
He put the stick that served as a fire poker back against the wall and turned to Clarke, who was settling into the panther furs and looking up at him in the firelight. "There's stew." He says, forcing out the words even though the bowls sitting in front of the fire are the farthest thing from his mind at the moment.
For a long, heavy moment, Clarke just looks at him, setting a fire in his belly and lower, stronger than he remembers ever feeling before. He grins, knowing her silence and that look she's giving him has nothing to do with food. Crossing the space between the hearth and bed in a few steps, Bellamy settles his eyes on the woman laying on his panther furs in front of him as he undoes his belt and pulls it from the loops in his pants, letting it drop to the floor before pulling off his shirt and then everything else and not breaking eye contact the whole time with Clarke.
As casually as he could manage, he slips into bed with her, trying to act as though it were just any other night for the full second and a half that it took him to get level with Clarke before she flings herself onto him and he forgets all about everything but her lips on his. In an instant she's in his lap and pulling him up to a sitting position as she straddles him, her naked skin so warm and soft against his own. It's a battle for dominance with their lips and tongues, but even so, it's surprisingly gentle. He'd always figured that kissing Clarke would be...different. Angrier, maybe. Angry sex he would've believed a lot easier than whatever this was. This isn't angry and their age old struggle with each other for dominance was oddly comfortable when done naked and rubbing against each other. He trusted that it'd be alright regardless of who won and the trust in her eyes spoke similarly as she began grinding her hips against his very erect member as they half fought, half both surrendered to the other with their mouths.
Finally, Bellamy gave up trying to conquer her mouth and pulled her head back and to the side with a gentle fist in her long hair as he went to work instead on marking up her neck as well and truly his, sucking and kissing and licking and making sure anyone that saw her for days would know just what he'd spent his night doing.
She let out a keening sound he'd never heard before, dropping her head back even farther to grant him unfettered access and holding him by the back of his head to her pulse point as he worked her, his hands leaving her hair and roaming down over her bare back and up her front to her nipples. He liked the sounds she made when he reached them, moving from feeling the weight of her breasts to flicking and rubbing and gently pinching her nipples with both hands as he shifted from one side of her neck to the other, somewhat surprised that Clarke was letting him, but taking full advantage of it in the moment as she seemed to be in such sensory overload that he had free reign over her beautiful body.
After only a few moments of this treatment, she began moving her hips harder into him, coating his erect member with her warm slick. Bellamy couldn't hold back a groan at the feeling, every instinct in his body telling him to just lift her hips up a bit more and shove himself inside her in one long stroke. She'd only had sex once though, and he didn't know what Finn had and hadn't done, but judging from the after effects, he figured it was probably mediocre at best.
Instead of driving up into her, he moved his lips back up to her mouth and leaned forward, repositioning them so that she was on her back on the furs and he could kiss his way down her freshly washed body as Clarke took in sharp gasps of air at the unfamiliar pleasures his tongue and lips and teeth reaped.
When she moaned again, louder this time, at him sucking her right nipple and working the left with his fingers before switching, he ran his free hand down her belly to the inside of her thigh, pushing it open even wider, though his body already lay between them. His fingers ran back up her smooth skin as he continued to suck and bite down just the smallest bit at her nipple, and reached the apex of her thighs before ghosting a single finger over the center of her folds. Her whole body twitched at the sensation and Bellamy smiled against her breast before lapping at it again with his tongue and then sucking harder as he touched her more firmly this time, claiming her core with his whole hand and then dipping a finger into the folds to tease her a bit more.
He was rewarded with a desperate sounding whimper "B-Bell-" she gasped, as his fingers circled around her clit and began to replicate the same kind of teasing movements his other hand did to the nipple he didn't have in his mouth in time to it. A certain rhythm quickly developed between what he did with his tongue and his fingers on her other nipple and clit...it quickly had her panting and arching off the furs and making faster and more desperate sounding whimpers "Bell...Bell- I'm-"
"I know". He said huskily around her nipple, taking his other hand off her heavy breast just long enough to firmly push her belly back in the furs securely and hold her down there while he switched his mouth back to her other breast and sucked just as he let go of her clit and plunged one finger halfway up into her wet entrance.
This earned him strangled half scream he knew those closest around his cabin would have heard. He smiled again and leaned up to kiss her deeply, swallowing her next scream as he pushed the rest of his finger inside up to the knuckle and curled it as much as possible in her extremely tight sheath before he felt the tell-tale spasms and greedily kissed her deeper, this time absolutely dominating her mouth as he swallowed more screams of pleasure.
As she orgasmed, he began slowly working his finger almost all the way out and then back in, slowly and gently at first, but building up speed as her orgasm began to subside and finally slowly working in a second finger into her her tight hole and starting the process over to help her stretch...giving her a moment to breathe through the discomfort of being so widely stretched out and invaded before slowly pushing his two large fingers a little farther out and then back in to the knuckle, a little faster and harder every time until she was moaning again and he dropped his head away from her mouth to enjoy listening to the sounds she made and move as quickly down as he could to her core, where immediately went to sucking her clit just as enthusiastically he had her pretty nipples. After less than a minute of this treatment with his fingers and mouth, he felt her spasm through an orgasm again as she moaned his name like she'd had so many nights before in his fantasies, grasping the back of his head with her hands and writhing around on the furs in bodily shock at the things he was doing to her body and making her feel. He was loving every second of it, but a nagging voice in the back of his head still worried a little. She was, by far, the tightest girl he'd even been with and just his two fingers inside her was clearly a profound stretch. Bellamy knew was bigger than most too. Several girls who'd slept with others before had commented to him about his length and girth. Would this hurt Clarke?
After a short debate about whether to try a third finger in first as Bellamy licked at the slick coating her folds and taking a break from sucking at her clit while she recovered from her second orgasm to explore her folds with his tongue he looked up at her and decided against it. Clarke looked exhausted after the two orgasms he'd already given her and he wasn't sure she was really up for a third even though he would've happily worked to get her there with a third finger and his tongue. Instead, he took her panting, half delirious face in as he slowly kissed her way back up her body, stopping to once again pay homage to her breasts. Clarke really did have spectacular breasts, Bellamy thought, as he kissed and sucked each one for just a few moments each again. He was definitely rather fond of them and more than happy to spend any amount of time just on her breasts alone. Then, traveling back up her already nicely marked neck he was pretty sure she'd be angry at him about in the morning, he left her one last glaringly obvious hicky before making it back to her lips and kissing her deeply as he positioned himself at her entrance and began to push the tip inside.
He backed up to look at her as she breathed heavily and stared back into his eyes, trying to keep a check on how much pain her might be putting her in. He pushed in an inch or so and then stopped against every instinct his body yelled at him and waited, trying to give her some time to adjust. "You're big." She breathed out as he pulled almost completely out of her slowly and then pushed back in again, this time going just a bit deeper than the last time and then repeating the process for several full minutes before he was mostly inside.
"Sorry." He half grunted, in near agony at how hard it was to hold back from simply ramming himself all the way into the hilt. Her fingers moved from his upper biceps to his shoulders as she pressed him to her harder with her figure tips and Bellamy tried to focus on the feeling of her pert nipples, still wet with his saliva rubbing against his bare chest rather than on the effort of holding back as he once again slowly retreated most of the way out before finally managing to push all the way inside. As he bottomed out and felt his tip brush Clarke's cervix, she grasped him a little harder with her fingers and he stilled in response.
"Are you okay?" He asked, backing his face away just far enough to see her again and then leaning forward to press a comforting kiss to her scrunched up forehead at the look of pain her was met with.
"Yeah...it's just a lot."
Bellamy nodded and kissed her again on the mouth, trying his best to distract them both as she acclimated to him.
"Finn wasn't-" She grunted after he'd kissed her.
Instinctively, Bellamy growled a bit at the name while he was inside of his wife. "He was so much smaller than you." At that, Bellamy couldn't help but roll his hips forward just a bit, shoving her whole body up the bed an inch or so with him.
"You're mine now." And, for a second, Clarke thinks about how stupid she was to mention it at all, even if it was just meant to explain how woefully underprepared her body is for his size. She braces herself for a deep, painful thrust she knows is coming at the claiming remark, but it doesn't come. Instead, she feels a gentle kiss, sweet and chaste at her lips as Bellamy stares down at her in concern at her reaction.
"Clarke." He says looking straight into her eyes and waiting on her to meet his gaze and look him. "I'm your husband. I'm not going to ever hurt you." Slowly, he starts to pull out of her, as though to say don't worry about it. We can try again another night.
Clarke won't have that, though, and pulls him back to her with her hands at his firm butt cheeks. "I can handle it." She says, looking more sure of herself now. "Just go slow."
Bellamy looks at her for a long moment, searching out her eyes for any hint of a lie before nodding. Slow. Okay...slow. And he does exactly that, slowly, gently, all the way in to help her get used to the stretch, then almost back out before repeating it over and over until the slight grimace on her face melted away and he felt her inner muscles begin to relax just the tiniest amount. Gradually, he begin to speed up just a little and then a little more, watching her carefully all the time to be sure he didn't hurt her.
After a while, Clarke began panting again and making those cute little gasping noises he'd noticed earlier when he'd been preparing her. He allowed himself to thrust in a little harder and faster until they were both moaning and Clarke wrapped her legs fully around him, moving her own hips to meet with his in an age old rhythm. He wouldn't last much longer now. He'd only managed this long mostly because the pain on Clarke's face and his worry for her had distracted him. Now, there was only pleasure there and her tight, perfect core had him panting and moaning her name with every thrust. " Clarke...Clarke...ugh, Clarke-"
Reaching back between them, he found her clit as quickly as he could and pinched it, using his other fingers to flick through her folds and help her along. To his stark relief, he began to feel her inner muscles contract again and that look of open mouthed wonderment took over her face as she clung to him and moaned his name again.
The feeling of her orgasm around his dick sent him over just a second or two before he inevitably would have anyway and he lost himself to the pleasure of the moment as he burst his hot, white cum out within her, so far buried inside her that his tip was already kissing the entrance to her cervix as he came and for just the shortest of moments, he almost wished it could take root there.
Of course, it wouldn't. Just like all the girls on the ark, she had an implant to prevent that sort of thing before it could happen...still, there were always exceptions. Octavia's existence proved that. He blinked away the ludicrous thought and concentrated on keeping his weight up and off of her before lowering himself gently to the side and taking hold of her hip to bring her with him to lay that way, still buried within her.
For a long time, neither of them speak as they catch their breaths and lay in a tangle of each other's limbs. Finally, Bellamy catches his breath enough to ask her "you okay?"
Clarke nods, a satisfied smirk on her face. "That was incredible." She pants, thinking back to the never ending string of girls who used to frequent her tent. She used to think they were stupid. Now...well, clearly they knew something she didn't. Those strong, calloused hands of Bellamy Blake were talented at a lot more than just construction work and his tongue twice as much over. Of course, she keeps these thoughts to herself, not wanting to contribute to his already far too big ego.
Bellamy flashes her a bright smile. "Told you...good husband." He pants out, chuckling as he finally slips his softening member out of her and settles on his back.
Clarke rolls her eyes at him even as she tucks herself into his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. Sleep comes easily to her in their snug little cabin, warmed by the fire crackling in the hearth, curled up into her husband's side. She sleeps so deeply, in fact, that she didn't even smell the smoke until Octavia literally threw their door open, bringing the black clouds of it in with her, and bodily flings Clarke's naked body away from Bellamy's as she screams for her brother to get his ass up.
"The dropship's on fire! Eww! Brother, I did NOT need to see that." She says, making a gagging sound with her throat as she reels back. She must have just noticed their nakedness as Bellamy shifted groggily from dead sleep at her words. "Put on some pants and MOVE!" Before Clarke has time to blink, Octavia is throwing their discarded clothes at them and is gone out the still open cabin door.