a/n Zou asked for a threesome for Christmas so... here's a threesome, I guess. Kind of. Please note that this is an established couple inviting a friend to join their sex life for an evening, not an actual throuple. Sorry to disappoint if you were hoping for that. And if you don't like Echo, please don't bother telling me that in the comments. Tis the season of love and understanding, and all that. Happy reading - and happy Christmas if you celebrate it!
Bellamy likes sex. He's always liked it, ever since he first started fooling around as a teenager. But never in his life before has he loved it quite as much as in these last few months with Clarke. It's not just that their sex life is passionate and heartfelt. There's more to it than that, a kind of playfulness and desire to try new things. He genuinely would describe it as something of a hobby of theirs, to experiment in the bedroom.
That book really has served them well.
So when her birthday is approaching, asking whether she wants to try anything new out of the book seems like an obvious choice. He's sort of expecting her to choose something fun, like spending a whole afternoon in bed and seeing how many orgasms they can manage in a row, or else her asking whether they can take their experiments with bondage a little further.
He's really not expecting her to ask for a threesome.
"A threesome?" He repeats back, puzzled. He sort of thought that monogamy and mutual adoration were kind of their thing. Why does she want someone else to join the party? Is he not satisfying her? He was so certain she was as happy with their relationship as he is. All at once he feels himself spiralling, all the insecurities of watching her walk away from the gates of Camp Jaha or choose Lexa and Polis over him coming back to haunt him.
"Yeah. Just to try something new." She says, shrugging. "I know you've had one at least once and I guess it sounds like a fun experience."
OK. Maybe he can deal with this. I guess it sounds like a fun experience is not exactly our relationship is falling apart. But all the same, he's still at least a little confused.
"But – but we're OK?" He checks, earnest, reaching out to hold her hand.
She frowns for a moment. His heart leaps into his throat. And then, to his relief, she gives a broad smile and breaks into giggles.
"Of course we are. You didn't think -? I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have just thrown it at you like that. Have you read that chapter of the book?"
He shakes his head. He never saw much point in reading that part. He thought his threesome days were firmly behind him, was only interested in sex with Clarke.
"Maybe you should?" She suggests. "It explains how having a threesome or a four-way or whatever doesn't mean you don't love your partner. It's just about having fun trying something different for a change. It's not like I'm suggesting we replace all our sex as a couple with it or anything."
"So it's just a fun change. Just trying something new." He echoes.
"Yeah. I'd still be yours." She says, with careful emphasis, knowing how he likes it when she embraces his possessive side. "But if you're not into it that's fine. We can try something else. I don't need a third person to have fun in bed when I've got you." She says sweetly.
He nods slowly. He can see that she's speaking sense. It's just been a bit of a shock to his system – he inherently associates group sex with his rather wilder dropship days, and thinks of himself as a guy who's settled down into a monogamous relationship, now.
"Maybe I'll read that chapter." He says cautiously. "Just hypothetically, if we did go for this – who would you want to join us?"
"Echo." She says, without a moment's hesitation.
As if she's already thought about the possibility.
No. No, he mustn't allow himself to get insecure about this. Didn't she just say that this doesn't stop her being wholeheartedly his? That this is a fun new sexual experiment, rather than anything deeper? Just because Echo happens to be tall and slim and stunning in a fierce sort of way, a bit like Lexa was, doesn't mean anything at all.
But really – Echo? Could she not have chosen literally anyone else?
No. She probably couldn't. There aren't that many of them up here, are there?
"Not Raven?" He asks, although he already knows what her response will be.
Sure enough, she laughs. "Bellamy. You had disappointing sex with her one time and she's like a sister to me. No way would we ask Raven."
Yes. Well. It looks like he has a chapter to read and a lot of thinking to do.
…...
He reads the chapter. He thinks a lot. And meanwhile, Clarke keeps being Clarke as if absolutely nothing noteworthy has happened. She keeps sharing a bed and a life with him, by his side almost twenty-four hours a day. Their sex life continues to enthral him – they dabble in a bit of tickling, of all things, and really neither of them is that thrilled by it but it's a fun way to pass the time.
But more than anything, he takes note of the way she continues to be every bit as devoted to him as he is to her. She was clearly telling him the truth – there's no dissatisfaction with their relationship here. She genuinely does just think a threesome might be a fun way to spend an evening. And really, he decides, it would be a bit foolish if he let his insecurity stand in the way of Clarke having a fun birthday treat.
So that's why he seeks out Echo. If he can get through this conversation, he figures, the actual threesome itself should pose no awkwardness by comparison. He doesn't really hate or mistrust Echo these days, not with the heat he used to dislike her as an enemy on Earth. He trusts her to behave sensibly and appropriately and even generously if she should join their sex life for an evening. But they're still far from close friends, and although he fully agrees she is the right person to ask, he's not much looking forward to the awkwardness of posing the question. It's an odd one, because he used to be confident about speaking to the kids back at the dropship camp and inviting bedmates back to his tent, then. But he thinks this is different because he always knew he held the upper hand in those days, whereas Echo seems determined to subvert his expectations in their every encounter, more or less.
"Echo. Hey. Do you have a minute?"
She nods, beckons him into her room. He stands on the threshold, hands clasped at his hips, and wonders how to go about asking the question he came here for.
Screw it. Best to just be honest and approach it head on.
"So – this might be a surprising question. How do you feel about threesomes?"
She narrows her eyes at him slightly. "I like them well enough as a concept. I take it there's a reason you're asking me that question?"
"Yeah." He swallows. "Clarke suggested we try it. Just as a one-time thing, you know. Just a bit of fun. We wondered if you wanted to join us one evening."
He's not sure what answer he's expecting. Perhaps just a simple yes or monosyllabic no. Echo does not waste words, in his experience.
What he's not expecting – but what he gets – is a short but full laugh.
"Thanks, Bellamy. Thanks for making it clear four times over that this is a one-time thing. Like anyone who's ever met you and Clarke could think any different."
He grins, somewhat painfully, feeling rather sheepish. So now Echo is laughing at him but she hasn't answered his question. The laughter is maybe a step in the direction of a more genuine friendship, he hopes at least.
"Sure. I'll join you for an evening – why not? But on one condition."
"What's that?"
"Raven accidentally hears us talking afterwards about how great I am in bed."
This time it is Bellamy who laughs. He never expected two whole laughs out of this conversation, and he thinks that's progress.
He thinks, too, that maybe he's right to trust Echo to help him make Clarke's birthday a lot of fun.
"You've got a deal." He says easily, holding his hand out for Echo to shake.
She takes it without shyness or hesitation, and with a slight smile. He even finds himself smiling back, more or less. This conversation seems to have gone better than he dared hope.
…...
Clarke's birthday rolls around, and he makes it clear that she's to expect a sexy treat that evening, but beyond that he leaves her in suspense. He thinks it's best that way – Clarke likes it when he puts her on the back foot a little during sex sometimes, just playfully, if it's something he already knows she's into. She likes to feel like he's in control.
She likes to feel that way, even though they both know she's really wearing the metaphorical panties in their sex life a good deal of the time.
So then, when the evening draws on and the appointed time arrives, he takes her hand and starts walking her towards the door of their room.
"Where are we going?" She asks.
"Down the hallway. Echo's waiting for us in one of the spare rooms." They did a little planning together, he and Echo, and decided it was best that way. As long as they use a neutral spare room, no one has to feel uncomfortable about being invited into anyone else's private space.
Clarke stops dead for a moment, right on the threshold, stunned. And then all at once she's smiling, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek, squeezing his hand hard in reassurance.
"Thanks, Bellamy. I didn't think you would go for it."
"I wasn't sure at first. But I read the chapter and gave it some thought, and here we are." He says easily, wandering down the hall. Now he's seen Clarke's excited reaction, that's all the confirmation he needed that this really is a great idea.
"And you're saying you did ask Echo?"
"Yeah. She's very up for it. And I guess we've chatted a little about how it's going to work. We're thinking I'll call the shots if that's OK? Seeing as I've done this before. We all know you'll end up taking charge to some extent anyway, but -"
"But it's a start." She finishes the sentence for him, smiling widely. "Go for it. Sounds good. You know I like it when you show me who's boss."
He snorts. "You like it until you decide you want to be boss." He teases. "Anyway, Echo seems pretty chilled about all this. She said the only thing was she'd rather not take a cock anywhere but her mouth."
Clarke nods. She's smiling widely, practically bouncing on her toes as she walks. She seems really excited, and on the one hand Bellamy's happy to see that. He's glad that the birthday treat he has arranged and will be delivering with Echo is so thrilling to her.
But on the other hand, he's also feeling a teeny bit insecure about it.
No. That's silly. This is going to be great.
And honestly? She looked even more excited when they first got together. Or when he first told her he loved her. He knows their relationship means a lot to her, and this is just a fun extension of it.
They arrive at the correct room, knock at the door and enter. Echo's standing next to the bed, looking supremely calm about this whole affair. Bellamy really does wonder what's going on behind her eyes, sometimes. Has she had a thousand threesomes before now? Is she really totally unaffected, or just a phenomenally good actress?
Whatever the answer, he's certain of one thing – she's a friend now. She's been kind and good-humoured about this whole thing, has been eager to help arrange for Clarke to have a good time, and now he's heard her admit to being interested in Raven he can see it in the subtle ways she tries to take care of their mutual friend. In short, she's a good woman when she's not on the opposite side of a war, and he has to admit that she's pretty attractive, too.
And again he tells himself – this is going to be great.
Echo greets them. Clarke says a couple of words back. Bellamy nods, silent.
He turns just a little, sees Clarke raising a brow at him. This is it. This is his cue to get things rolling.
"Honestly, from personal experience, this will be simpler if we all just undress ourselves." He says, with a slightly stiff chuckle. "We can still make it fun and sexy – take it slow, put on a bit of a show, whatever."
It's Clarke who dives in first, naturally. The words are scarcely out of his mouth before she's tugging her shirt over her head, revealing a worn but pretty cute blue lace bra. It's nothing Bellamy hasn't seen before, of course, but it's a beautiful sight all the same.
But the sight of Clarke shirtless is nothing compared to the sight of Echo blatantly checking her out, eyes wide, cheeks a little flushed.
Bellamy grins, feels his cock thicken slightly in his pants. For the first time since they started planning this event, he can honestly see himself getting truly engaged in this. He was always determined to have fun and be a generous lover for Clarke's sake, and out of tentative friendship towards Echo, but now he's seeing a whole new angle to this idea. He's seeing it as an opportunity to show Clarke off, to be proud of how downright sexy she is, to share her awesome skills in the bedroom and then smugly take her home for himself.
Is that wrong? Is it selfish? As long as Echo went into this knowing what she was signing up for – which she definitely did – it's all fine, right?
Echo's the next to start undressing. Matching Clarke, she whips her top off over her head. She's wearing a serviceable black bra, and her toned stomach ripples slightly as she undresses. Bellamy finds that he prefers a rather more curvy figure, since he met Clarke, but he has to admit that Echo's long, lean limbs and perky breasts are pretty hot. He's certainly not going to have any problems performing, here.
He knows it's his turn now. He takes his shirt off without self-consciousness. He wants to get onto the good part. But all the same, he doesn't miss the somehow proud look in Clarke's eye when she watches him toss his shirt behind him.
It's trousers next, each of them in turn. Clarke kicks her shoes off hastily when she realises she's maybe done things in slightly the wrong order, and that has them all giggling cheerfully. It breaks the last bit of nervous tension in the air, leaves them all more relaxed and ready for what comes after.
So this is it. The girls are in bras and panties. Bellamy's just in his boxers, a slight bulge in the front of them that he sees no sense in concealing. A pair of hot half-dressed women and the promise of good things to come will do that to a guy. He has to admit that now he's in the moment he's feeling far more curiosity than insecurity. Sure, he's had a threesome before, but that was all about two girls showering him with attention and petting his ego. He wants this to be focused somewhat on Clarke, and to be a more all-round generous sort of a deal, and that makes it new and exciting.
To his surprise, it's Echo who reaches for her bra clasp first.
"I'm guessing you two have already seen each other naked." She says lightly, tossing her bra aside.
Bellamy chuckles a little. Clarke smiles, blatantly checking out Echo. Bellamy can't blame her – Echo's now hooking a finger into her panties and tugging them straight down her legs, leaving her stark naked in the middle of the room. Clarke rises to her implicit challenge, strips off the last of her clothes until she's facing her, stark naked too.
It takes Bellamy's breath away. Honestly, it does. He's seen Clarke naked a hundred times or more but it always catches his interest as if it's the very first time. And today that's heightened by the way Echo is checking out Clarke, and Clarke is checking out Echo, yet still peeping at Bellamy every so often as if to ask permission to be checking her out.
That's it. That shows him where he needs to take this next.
"Do you two want to get started together? I'd love to watch for a bit if that's OK with everyone."
He honestly does want to watch more of this – the tension of two hot women checking each other out and testing their attraction, as well as the pride of knowing he gets to take Clarke home with him when all's said and done. But there's also the fact that this seems like a practical approach – it gives him a couple more minutes to relax and feel more confident in the situation.
There are nods all round. Echo steps forward. But then Clarke darts towards Bellamy, presses just one swift kiss to his cheek.
Huh. That turned him on more than it probably should. It felt like more than a cheek kiss – somewhere between a declaration of love and thanking him for giving her his permission to go play, all at once.
Then the two girls start kissing, start touching, start moving together as if they've done this a thousand times before. But strangely it stirs no insecurity in Bellamy – only an overwhelming rush of arousal, and the feeling that he's pretty honoured that they're happy for him to watch this, that they don't feel creeped out by having him act the bystander for a little while. And it doesn't help his heart rate that Clarke keeps shooting him these little coy glances. She'll cup Echo's breast in her palm, then dart her eyes up to meet his gaze over her shoulder. She'll go in for a long, filthy kiss, then blow him a kiss out of her palm in turn. It's like he's not just watching them play, but playing with them, even though he's not touching either of them at all.
It's not long before his hand sneaks into his boxers, before his fingers wrap around his hard cock. He wonders if Echo might touch it later, might jerk him off with those strong hands and well-muscled arms. He wonders if Clarke might suck him off while Echo watches, gets herself off to the view of just how perfect they are together.
The two girls seem to be changing things up, now, as Clarke whispers something into Echo's ear. Typical. He should have known that she'd end up taking charge sooner or later. And then Echo's lying down on the bed, Clarke hovering over her so they're each mouth-to-crotch on each other.
And of course Clarke has arranged this so she's the one facing towards him, her eyes peering up at him, filled with false innocence and gratitude and outright lust.
He shucks his boxers and steps a little closer to the bed. He's still toying gently with his cock. He's watching Echo writhe under Clarke's expert touch, watching Clarke switch between using her fingers and her mouth and both at once.
And then Clarke is sitting up, backing full onto Echo's face in kneeling. She looks absolutely stunning, proud and taller than her short height, breasts bouncing out in front of her. She's kneading Echo's small breasts in her hands, starting to pant out short little gasps of pleasure.
But then it gets even better. Then she reaches out a hand towards him, silently invites him to join the party.
All at once, he realises that's just what he was waiting for. He was just standing here, touching himself, building up the tension until Clarke would invite him to join in. So he closes the distance between them, reaches for her hands and her breasts and as much of her as he can touch all at once. He pulls her in for a deep kiss, tastes Echo on her tongue. Huh. That's much hotter than he expected – the idea that he's been sharing her, but now he gets to have her back for a while.
The angle's not quite right, between Clarke being short and the bed being low, so he switches it up. He kneels by the bed, and she sits a little lower on Echo's face, and it works out much better. He takes one of Clarke's nipples into his mouth just the way he knows she likes, tugs gently, hears her give a loud moan. He knows her, and he knows that sound. He knows she's going to come soon if he keeps this up.
He puts the brakes on things. He eases away from her breasts, and ducks down to get his mouth on Echo instead. Maybe it's to thank her for what a good job she's doing with Clarke, or maybe it's just because he genuinely does love going down on women. Either way, it's interesting to get his mouth on someone else for a change. She's quieter than Clarke, doesn't give her feedback in words or groans. But he can feel from the changes in her breathing, from the way her legs shake about his ears, that he's doing a decent job.
And then Clarke grabs at his head, fists her hand in his hair, and presses his face more firmly towards Echo, and he could swear he nearly comes all over the floor.
It's just a lot, OK? He's always got off on Clarke taking the lead, on her bossing him around like she used to when he first noticed her back at the dropship. So to have her tugging at his hair to shove his face at another woman's pussy is a lot. It feels like the ultimate display of her sexual power, in this moment.
She doesn't hold him there for long. She starts whining louder, starts tugging his head up towards her in turn. He goes with it. He loves it when she tugs at his hair, both because he likes her to take the lead but also because he knows she really finds his hair hot. And most of all he loves the way it looks when she's finished with him – like a badge he will wear for the rest of the day to show the world that Clarke has had her way with him.
So now he's got his mouth on one of Clarke's breasts again, and his hand on the other. He knows she's close to coming, and he's not sure whether he wants that for her. He knows she's usually done once she's come once, and isn't sure if she wants her birthday party to be over so soon.
He lets go of her nipple just for a few seconds, just to check.
"You want to come now?" He asks her softly.
"Yeah." It's more groan than word.
He gets his face back on her breast, feels her tug a little more at his hair. He figures that must mean no one is giving Echo's breasts any attention, so he takes his free hand down there to help her out. He knows she said she was happy with having someone sit on her face, but he doesn't want her to feel neglected.
When Clarke comes, she does not come quietly. She presses her face into the top of his head, groans so loudly into his hair he can feel her breath tickling his scalp. And he can feel that it's a long one, too, as she goes totally still under his touch.
Then she's done, climbing off Echo swiftly, clearly still enthusiastic to get on to the next act.
He's maybe a little surprised at what happens next.
"Can I suck your cock?" Echo asks him outright.
"Yeah. Sure." He wonders if he was supposed to phrase that in a way that made it sound like he's still taking the lead, or whether things are just all moving a bit more organically now they're more comfortable together.
"Thanks. I've not had one for a while and I figure I might not for a long time if you give Raven that good report." She says, grinning a slightly wolfish grin.
"You're welcome, I guess. Thank you."
He gets himself arranged on the bed, leaning up against the headboard. Echo gets onto all fours between his legs, grasps his cock in her hand.
He gasps slightly. He has to admit this is a little odd. It's been a long time since anyone other than Clarke got him off. But it's overall a good experience, and he's looking forward to more. He thinks it'll be fun to check out Echo's rather different physique while she sucks him off, see the muscles working across her toned shoulders. It's an experience he wouldn't miss, if he only ever had sex with Clarke, but he doesn't see the harm in enjoying this for a change.
"In that case I'm going down on you, Echo. This is probably my last chance to eat pussy for the rest of my life." Clarke jokes, apparently unconcerned by the idea.
Bellamy gulps. He hadn't thought of it quite like that. He knows that Clarke's it for him, and he's made that clear to her, and she feels the same way. But to hear it phrased quite like that in the middle of sex is going to his head – and to his heart.
"Never say never." His voice comes out sounding throaty. "We could always do something like this again some time if everyone's into it."
Clarke looks up at him from the end of the bed, eyes wide. He can practically read what she's thinking – her surprise that he's saying that, given he wasn't at all keen on this idea to start with. But it's growing on him, OK? He's almost sure this will bring him and Clarke closer together, certain that it has confirmed the strength and depth of their relationship. And Echo's pretty objectively attractive and fun in bed, so he's not complaining.
Echo misses the fact that they're having a little moment, and that's fine. She can't read his mind in quite that instinctive way Clarke can, and he figures that's only to be expected. So she takes him by surprise, licking up the length of his cock.
Right. Yes. Blow job. And a good one, if that confident first stroke was anything to go by.
Sure enough, as she gets into it, it's great. Although she's slim, she's built on a slightly larger scale than Clarke, has a longer neck and can take him deeper down the throat. Again, it feels odd because he's not used to that, now – but not in a bad way at all. She switches between a few deep thrusts into her mouth and sets of firms strokes with her hand, and it's good. It keeps him hanging, close but not quite coming, teetering on the brink.
But the best thing about this? Clarke, without a doubt. It's the way she keeps peering round Echo's toned hips, peeping up at him as if checking that she's doing OK. As if asking for his permission or approval, as if they were playing one of their games where he's got her tied down. Or maybe just checking in with her best friend and love of her life, wanting to know that he's still there and still having a good time.
Most of all, it's the tension of having Echo between them like this. It reminds him of the months and months he wanted Clarke but felt he couldn't have her, the crazy suspense of waiting which has made their relationship all the sweeter, now. It reminds him, too, of something he read in that sex book of theirs. A little sentence about group sex, and how the real joy of it is taking home the partner you really love at the end of the night.
He starts planning. Maybe it's wrong to fantasise about what he's going to do when he gets Clarke home, while Echo is right here on his cock. But if everyone's having a good time, he's not doing anything too awful, right? He starts thinking of carrying Clarke home down the hallways, her legs locked tight around his waist. Of getting her home and throwing her down onto the bed and burying his face in her pussy and making sure her last orgasm of her birthday is with him, thank you very much. He knows it's not going to be easy, knows it tends to take her a while the second time round, but he's more than up for the challenge.
He glances down. Echo's moving faster, now, her hand stroking the bottom of his cock while her mouth works the top part. He holds her hair back from her face, sees her cheeks hollow and her toned arms flex and yes, it's a lot, and yes, he's close. He can hear her breath coming in short gasps, knows that she's close too. His Clarke is doing a good job, and he's proud of her.
So that's why he looks up. That's why he tries to smile at Clarke, although he's certain it comes out as more of a grimace. And she's there, her breasts hanging low over Echo's hips as she fingers her. She's raised her head from going down on Echo just long enough to smile up at him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as if she can't get enough of watching him made happy.
And then she nods. Just the slightest, barest nod.
He's there. He's falling apart, spilling inside of Echo's mouth. Damn it, but Clarke really does have him wrapped around her little finger – in the best possible way.
Echo pulls away and rocks back onto her heels when he's done, smiling a tentative smile. Clarke rearranges herself a little, tips Echo over the edge with her fingers while fondling her breasts. And again, he feels that glow of possessive pride, apparently undented by his substantial orgasm.
A sort of comfortable silence falls. Echo looks a little more relaxed and smiley and human than he's used to seeing. Clarke looks her usual stunning self.
"Are we calling it there?" He asks softly.
Two nods. Two smiling, flushed faces looking back at him.
"Great. Thanks so much for being up for this, Echo."
She laughs. "Thank you. Good sex and doing friends a favour? What's not to like?"
Clarke smiles at her. "Yeah, thanks. You really know what you're doing."
Echo waves a hand. "Save it for where Raven can hear you."
And again, the slight awkward tension dissolves into gentle laughter. Bellamy has to admit that he's got to know Echo better today – not because you can gain great insights into a person's mind when they have their head between your legs, but because she's been such a balance of steady good humour and pragmatism in these potentially awkward moments before and after.
They all get dressed quickly, but without rushing. Clarke and Bellamy leave first, slipping out of the door before the sweat has even dried on Clarke's neck.
Huh. Can he lick that off in a moment? Is that a thing?
The moment the door is closed behind them, he lifts her up. He doesn't make a big show of it – he simply hoists her up by the hips, positions her so that she's obliged to put her legs around his waist.
"Bellamy? What are you doing?" She asks, giggling softly.
"Taking you home and making sure your last birthday orgasm is with me." He says.
OK – maybe he growls. But the point is, he gets the words out.
She gasps a little, presses her face into his neck. "That sounds good."
"Yeah? I don't mean to be an ass about it. I just – that was hot for me in a weirdly possessive way among everything else."
"I get that. You know that part near the end where Echo was between us? The tension that I had to wait to get my hands on you? That was doing things for me." She says easily.
He grins against her hair, tries not to stumble while he carries her down the hall. "Yeah, me too. Great minds think alike."
"What about the rest of it? Was it OK for you?" She asks.
"Yeah. Honestly, I had a great time. I was much more comfortable than I expected."
"It was great to see you relax and have a good time." She murmurs.
"Hey. It was supposed to be your birthday present." He chastises her.
She laughs. "I know. It was pretty great. I like going down on women so that was fun to do for the first time in a while." She presses a kiss to his neck. "More than anything it reminded me that you're it for me. I don't miss eating pussy anywhere near as much as I'd miss you if we weren't together."
"Yeah. I think it made me even more confident in us."
She doesn't respond to that in words. But she does respond by tightening her legs around his waist, and Bellamy feels his cock jump to attention at the possessiveness of the action.
Huh. He literally just came a few minutes ago. And that plan he was fantasising about earlier mostly revolved around getting Clarke off, but now he's starting to wonder whether he might be good to go for another round, too.
When they arrive back at their room, Bellamy sort of wants to kick the door open. He figures that would be dramatic and decisive and powerful and so on. But it turns out that's also impractical, so he faffs with the door handle with one hand while he keeps Clarke balanced carefully with his other arm.
It's a good job she's got her legs wrapped around him like she'll never let go.
That's what gives him the new idea, in the end. He gets them into the room, flicks the lights on, and kicks his shoes off.
And then he walks to the bed and just sits on the edge of it, still holding Clarke tight.
"We're going to sit here like this and you're going to ride my cock." He informs her, gently tugging her shirt off over her shoulders. "That OK for you, Clarke? I'm going to hold you tight while you get yourself off on my lap."
"Mhmm." The humming noise she makes is over half way to an actual purr, he's pretty sure. She sounds blissfully happy with the idea.
He undresses her carefully. It's a little awkward doing all this sitting down, and at one point she has to tip sideways slightly to help him get her panties off. And it's even worse when he tries to shimmy out of his trousers with her kneeling over him. But at last they're there, skin against skin, holding each other tight as she slides down onto his cock.
She doesn't rush this one. It has none of the fizzing urgency that marked the earlier part of their evening. This is just the two of them, wrapped up in each other, as Clarke slides herself slowly up and down in his lap.
"You doing alright?" He asks her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Perfect." She answers without missing a beat.
He's not about to argue with that. He tilts her chin up, kisses her deeply. It's a bit difficult and messy while she's riding him, but she slows down even further to focus on the kiss. She still tastes a little like Echo, but she tastes a hell of a lot more like Clarke.
"I love you." She whispers against his lips.
"I love you too."
He pulls away from the kiss, presses his forehead against her neck. He sort of remembers intending to break the kiss because he planned on kissing the salt off her neck from that sweet sheen of sweat earlier, but now he's here he's not sure he's got the control to do that. He's somewhere between about to cry into her hair and about to come into her pussy and he's not sure which is winning out. It's just so much, holding Clarke tight in his arms and whispering words of love while she makes love to him so tenderly.
"You doing alright?" She asks him in turn, because that's how it is with them.
He gasps out a laugh. "Yeah. Think so. This feels incredible."
"You always do." She says, as if it's as simple as that.
Even when she starts moving faster, she keeps it gentle, somehow. She's still brushing tender fingertips over his cheeks, tangling her hand into his hair not to tug on the curls, but just to cradle his head.
"Hold me tighter." She begs in a whisper.
He does. He squeezes more firmly where his arms are wrapped around her.
"Tighter." She begs again.
He thinks he knows what she needs. He adjusts his grip, takes her upper arms in his hands and presses firmly, just so his nails are digging into her soft skin slightly.
That's it. That's her breath changing rhythm, her legs growing tense around him, her hands tightening into a fist in his hair. And then she's coming, pressing her face into his neck and sighing a long, loud sigh.
He doesn't rush her. She's still sitting through the aftershocks a good couple of seconds later, still clenching and unclenching around him. When at last she's collected herself, she starts moving again.
"You don't have to." He protests on instinct.
"I want to. I've got you." She promises, moving a little quicker.
"Could you slow down again, please?" He asks her softly. "I liked how... intense it was before."
She doesn't make him ask twice. She's moving slowly, holding him tenderly, pressing soft kisses against his neck. She's scratching gently at his scalp, urging him to rest his head on her shoulder.
So that's how he comes. He comes with his neck bent low, face pressed down into her shoulder, Clarke around him and against him and underneath him, his whole world narrowing to the feel and sound and smell of her.
There's silence, when they're both done. A peaceful silence marred only by the noise of their breathing growing gradually calmer.
"Best birthday treat ever." Clarke whispers, pressing a kiss to his earlobe.
"This or the threesome?" He asks, teasing.
"Both. The perfect combination."
Yes. He can certainly agree with that.
a/n Thanks for reading!