AN: Time for the first part of the Rome visit, and the big B-day! Hope you like it

I don't own anything relating to The 100

So I tried to find a phrase from one of the many happy birthday songs there are for the chapter title, but I couldn't find one I really liked… so I'm going with a Swedish one that I love. The phrase is basically "a breath, the time you have left" (which felt appropriate) from the song "Ja må du leva idag" (pretty much "happy birthday today") by the Swedish singer/songwriter Darin. Check him out, he has a bunch of songs in English too (including a pretty good cover of Coldplay's 'Viva la vida') if you for some inexplicable reason don't understand Swedish ;)

See the end of the chapter for warnings

34

Ett andetag, den tid du har kvar

To Clarke's complete lack of surprise, Bellamy is already awake when she wakes up on his birthday. What she hadn't expected was that he would also be out of bed, sitting in the padded window seat and gazing out at the view.

"Hey," she mumbles, pushing her hair out of her face and blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the window. "What are you doing up? I wanted to start the day with some birthday sex."

He turns to look at her, the sun backlighting him and making it hard to make out his features. She can still tell that he's smiling, though. "Morning."

"Morning," she replies. "Happy birthday. Come back to bed."

He chuckles but does get up and crosses to the bed. He does not, however, get back in it, instead just leans down to kiss her once before pulling back.

"Not that your idea doesn't sound amazing," he starts, "but you've actually slept pretty late, it's almost nine, and I…"

"… want to get started on exploring," she finishes for him, unable to keep the smile off her face.

"Kind of," he agrees, the look on his face turning a little sheepish. "Is that OK? I promise I'll submit to all the birthday sex you want tonight…"

"Oh, is that right?" She heaves an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, I guess it is your birthday, so if you want to turn down amazing birthday morning sex, that's your prerogative."

Bellamy just laughs at that, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Thanks, babe."

She doesn't get out of bed right away though, instead relaxing back against the soft pillows and watching as he pulls off the t-shirt and sweatpants he must have put on so as not to sit in the window practically naked. When he's pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt instead, he turns around to watch her amusedly as he buttons the shirt.

"Enjoying the show?" he asks with a smirk.

Clarke smiles, unconcerned. "Yup."

He snorts a laugh before abruptly pulling the comforter off her. "Show's over, time to get up."

"Fine," she agrees, extending her arms over her head and arching off the bed a little, her spine cracking slightly at the stretch. She's only wearing a pair of panties, and she can see the way Bellamy's eyes darken slightly at the sight, but then he rolls his eyes.

"Nice try."

She sighs. "It was worth a shot."

They grab a quick breakfast at a café just around the corner, since the hotel doesn't have an in-house restaurant, before Bellamy takes the lead along the street that circles the Colosseum. Clarke keeps her arm firmly looped through his, though, to keep him on the sidewalk since he seems unable to tear his eyes from the – admittedly amazing – building to their left.

"Is it starting to sink in yet?" she asks when they've left the amphitheater behind. "That we're really here?"

He glances over his shoulder, where the building is still visible. "I think it is, yeah," he replies. "I don't know if it was the whole waking up here, or what, but it feels… more real today, somehow."

She squeezes his arm. "Good."

The walk to Piazza Navona isn't too long, according to Google Maps it should take half an hour or so, but in reality it's probably closer to an hour since there's stuff to see everywhere along the way. Churches, ruins of old buildings, statues, excavated areas right next to the sidewalk with all kinds of architectural finds… Clarke's really starting to get what Bellamy meant by Rome being full of remnants of the old empire, even away from the 'normal' tourist attractions.

"This is so cool," she notes when they're leaning over the railing, looking down at one of those areas.

"Right?" he agrees next to her, eyes darting between the unearthed columns and various other stone objects below them. "It's just… people used to live here, thousands of years ago. People just like us, going about their regular lives, and now, so many years later, we're here… to me, this is history, this is what makes it real. The fact that we can look at a little piece of stone or pottery or whatever and find out so much about what happened thousands of years ago."

There's awe in his voice and when Clarke turns to be able to look at him, he's not really looking at the site below anymore but staring into the distance, eyes unfocused. She moves closer, and he automatically wraps his arm around her so she can lean her head against his shoulder.

They stay there for a minute longer before Bellamy straightens and takes her hand. "Come on, more to see!"

Piazza Navona isn't too busy yet. The restaurants won't open for the lunch rush for a while, some of the street artists seem to have only just arrived and are setting up their easels, preparing for the day's tourists, and a guy with his face and hands painted gold, wearing gold pants, shoes and a jacket – one of those living statues, she realizes after a moment – is sitting on his pedestal. They stroll from one end to the other, checking out the different fountains and buildings surrounding the square, before leaving it again.

"OK, where now?" Clarke asks, stopping on the corner.

Bellamy checks the map he saved to his phone and turns right. "This way, I think." They follow the street for a minute or two before he pauses, checking the narrow street to their left. "I think this is the one I looked up."

"So this is where all the good underwear stores are?" she asks, giving him a teasing smirk.

He rolls his eyes but pulls her along down the street. "No, most of those are after the Pantheon." He pauses. "You know you don't have to do that, right? Get something just because it's my birthday. I know I was all… but it was mostly just a joke."

She squeezes his hand. "I know that, silly," she assures him. "But it is your birthday and I want to make it special."

"It's already the best birthday I've ever had," he replies.

"Good. I still want to do this, though, and not just for you. It's a present for me too."

He gives her a scrutinizing look. "If you're sure."

"Positive. And I won't go out of my way or anything, I'll just check the stores we pass – if I don't find anything I like, you're out of luck."

He laughs at that. "OK." They've reached the open space in front of the Pantheon by now, and as soon as Bellamy shifts his focus from her, he stops abruptly to take in the building in front of them. "Wow…"

Clarke stops too, her eyes following his to the round structure almost hidden by the columned portico at the front, the fountain in the foreground. It's certainly an impressive building, in all its simplicity.

"There's not that much people here," she notes after a few minutes of silence. "You want to take a look inside, so we don't have to worry about making it back here if we're not in the area again?" She's sure they will be, they have another six full days in the city, but still.

"Sure," he agrees immediately.

The inside is a bit more ornate than the outside, just like Clarke remembers. The actual dome is basic, coffered concrete, but the walls and pillars below it are decorated and the marble floor is a real piece of art. Bellamy's eyes, however, are drawn to the opening in the ceiling, through which sunlight is streaming.

"Did you know that the purpose of the oculus wasn't just to let light into a building?" he says after a moment. "It was also so that you could see the sky when you were inside, so that you could feel closer to the heavens or something."

She did know that, actually, but she loves seeing him get excited when he gets to explain something. "I didn't, but that's interesting."

He flashes her a quick, beaming smile. "And the floor is tilting a little, so rainwater would run off to the drains. The oculus was never covered, so I can imagine it's not much fun to come here during the rainier months."

"Now I'm even happier that the weather decided to cooperate today," Clarke notes, only half-joking.

From the Pantheon, they head in the general direction of Fontana di Trevi, emerging onto Via del Corso, one of the main shopping streets in the area. They both stop, considering which way to turn.

"I think it's sort of… that way," Bellamy says after a moment, pointing kind of diagonally at the building across the street. "So I'm thinking left and then right two streets down or something?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right," she agrees, looking around. "But didn't you have a bunch of stores marked in this area?"

He gives her a look with raised eyebrows. "We don't have to go looking for them, I'm sure we'll pass one on the way somewhere."

"I was planning on getting gelato at Fontana di Trevi, if the place I remember is still there," she explains. "So I'd kind of like to get the trying stuff on out of the way before that. Give me your phone."

He huffs, but does unlock his phone and hand it over, and she finds the map he saved.

"There's one just at the other end of the block," she concludes, handing the phone back. "Do you want an input on what I get, or do you want it to be a surprise?"

He thinks it over for a moment. "Surprise, I think."

"I'll try to be quick," she promises, reaching up for a quick kiss. "You'll be somewhere around here?"

"Yup."

The store is fairly empty, two preteen girls giggling over a rack of corsets in one corner while a clerk behind the counter keeps an eye on them and another one is folding panties on a display table in the middle of the store. When she hears the door opening and closing, she straightens up and greets Clarke with a smile.

"Good morning," she says with a heavy Italian accent. "How can I help you today, signorina?"

Clarke does a quick sweep of the store and decides there are a couple of things she could go for. "It's my boyfriend's birthday and I would like to get something to make it… special," she replies, switching to Italian.

The girl looks a little relieved. "Of course. What did you have in mind?"

"Some sort of matching set, but I'm not picky." She glances down at her chest. "I might be a little limited by your sizes, so I'll try on whatever you think would look good."

The girl gives her a scrutinizing look as well. "Yes, some of our models might not be available in your size," she agrees. "Come, let me take your measurements and I'll find something."

She follows the girl to the changing rooms and lets her do the measuring she needs.

"Any color preferences?" the clerk asks when she's jotted the numbers down.

Clarke considers the question for a moment. "Blue, maybe?" She knows Bellamy likes her in blue, and the dress she's wearing tonight is blue. "Not too light or too dark, somewhere in the middle. Oh, and nothing that's too high in the neck, my dress is cut down to here." She shows with her hand how low-cut the neckline is, and the clerk nods and disappears.

It doesn't really take more than fifteen minutes or so, from the time that she entered the store to when she leaves it with her purchase. She ended up getting a beautiful set with a lace bra – a little less support than she normally wears and prefers, but it'll be fine for one night – Brazilian briefs and even a garter belt in a shade of blue that's leaning slightly towards purple. She felt amazing in it, and she's sure Bellamy's jaw will drop when he sees her.

Part of her wants to just drag him back to the hotel right now, but she knows he's looking forward to the sightseeing.

He's leaning against the wall pretty much where she left him, his mouth tugging up into a smile when he spots her.

"Find anything?" he asks, looking for a bag.

"Yup, all done," she confirms, patting her messenger bag, where she put her purchase. "And don't even think about peeking – you'll have to wait until tonight."

He chuckles and wraps an arm around her waist. "That's fine, I don't mind trying to imagine what you might have picked out the rest of the day." He brushes his thumb against the side of her breast through her clothes, and she can't help but shiver a little at the touch. Then he leans down to whisper in her ear. "Build up some anticipation."

It's really, really hard not to just grab him and physically drag him back to the hotel, but Clarke does have some self-control.

Not a lot, not in this situation, but enough so she can resist.

Fontana di Trevi is just as beautiful as she remembers, and they give in to the tourist hype and throw coins over their shoulders into the fountain. Clarke's glad that this tradition isn't the standard, throw-a-coin-and-make-a-wish type of thing, because she knows what she'd wish for and it wouldn't make any difference.

"So what did the three coins mean?" Bellamy asks when they're moving away from the crowds right by the fountain towards the edge of the square, where a sign announcing gelato is calling them.

"The first one is to ensure you return to Rome," she explain. "The second is for a new romance, and the third for marriage."

"Hmm…" he hums, interlacing their fingers and squeezing. "I wouldn't mind coming back, but I'm all set with my old romance, thanks."

They both know that he won't return to Rome, but Clarke refuses to think about that, especially today, and chooses to instead focus on the second part.

"You sure? This is your chance to pick up some hot Italian girl…" she says, giving him a sideways glance.

He chuckles. "Do you want to pick up a hot Italian girl?"

"Hmm…" She pretends to think it over for a moment. "I think I'm good. Unless you want a threesome for your birthday, of course."

"Yeah, threesomes are one of those things that sound good on paper but never turn out much fun," Bellamy replies.

"Is that an educated guess, or do you have some personal experience with failed threesomes?" she asks amusedly.

"Personal experience," he admits. "This girl I dated senior year of high school, Mel, she suggested it when we had been sleeping together for a while and I was all excited, but in the end, it was basically her and her friend making out while I watched. Which was cool, you know, what straight seventeen-year-old guy would say no to that, but she dumped me the next day and started dating her friend instead, so…"

Clarke can't help but laugh a little at that. "At least you helped her figure out her sexuality," she offers as a sort of comfort.

"Yeah, at least there's that," he agrees. "So no to a threesome, if that's OK with you."

They've reached the line to the gelateria by now and she lets go of his hand to be able to wrap her arms around his waist instead, looking up at him. "Well, I've had some pretty good experiences with threesomes," she tells him. "So I know it can be great, if everyone's on the same page."

"Really?"

She rolls her eyes. "Don't sound so surprised, I was at Woodstock. But I've never actually done it with someone I'm in a relationship with, which might be different… I'm not really that good at sharing. So just you and me sounds perfect."

A smile flashes over Bellamy's face briefly before he leans down for a kiss. "Good."

They get some gelato before continuing towards the Spanish Steps, where they snap some photos before settling down about halfway up to enjoy the sunshine for a moment. It's warmed up quite a bit by now, and Clarke even takes her sweater off.

"It's not even one o'clock yet," she notes after a while. "What do you want to do the rest of the day?"

He frowns, considering her question for a moment. "I don't know. Most of the other stuff we're doing we have tickets for, right? So we can't just change it around."

She goes through the activities they have planned in her head. "Most, yeah. I had the Pantheon and Villa Borghese down for Saturday, after Vittoriano. We already did the Pantheon, we could just get the park done today too, then we won't have to go back to this area on Saturday and could maybe explore Trastevere or something instead? There's some beautiful architecture in that neighborhood, and the botanical gardens."

"Is it close by?"

"Yeah, it should be, hang on…" She pulls her phone out and checks Google Maps. "Just a ten minute walk, so pretty close by, yeah."

"Sounds good. Maybe lunch first?"

She agrees and they grab some food at a nice little restaurant by the square before setting off towards the park.

The sunshine seems to have attracted locals and tourists alike, some of which have apparently decided to celebrate the nice weather with a picnic.

It's a beautiful park, lots of greenery interspersed with little piazzas, statues and buildings. Clarke's never really explored the park itself before – she's visited the museum, which they decide against today, but that's about it. So they just stroll around, following paths at random, turning when they feel like it, stopping when something catches their fancy. She's honestly not keeping track of the time at all, so it's Bellamy that eventually suggests that maybe they should start thinking about heading back to the hotel.

"You said we had dinner reservations for seven, right?"

It's the only restaurant reservation she's made for the whole trip, but she found a fancy-but-not-too-fancy restaurant literally a stone's throw from their hotel, promising views of the Colosseum, and she wanted to make sure they got a table for Bellamy's birthday.

"We do, yeah. What time is it?"

"A little after four thirty, I'm not sure how long it'll take to get back to the hotel."

She thinks it over for a moment. "Walking I'm guessing would be forty-five minutes, maybe, so we should probably get a cab."

"Good idea," he agrees. "Plus we've been basically walking non-stop all day."

They make their way out of the park and find a cab fairly quickly, so they're back in their room by a quarter past five.

"Right, I'm calling first dibs on the shower," Clarke announces when the door has closed behind them. "Since I have to do my hair and makeup and stuff."

"Go ahead," he replies, flopping down on the bed. "As long as I get fifteen minutes in there before we need to leave, I'm good."

"I think I can promise that." She leans down for a quick kiss before grabbing the dress she's planning on wearing, which she hung up when they got here so it wouldn't be too wrinkled, and fishing the bag with her new underwear out of her messenger bag. "I'm going to lock the door so you can't peak, you need to use the bathroom before?"

"I'm good."

"OK, see you in a bit."

She doesn't linger in the shower, really, but she does take the time to shave thoroughly – she knows it's silly, Bellamy sees her naked all the time, but today still feels special – washes her hair twice and scrubs her whole body. When she gets out, she gives her eyebrows a scrutinizing look, but they're fine, so she just puts on moisturizer and body lotion before starting to blow dry her hair.

The lingerie set looks even better now, away from the harsh light of the changing room, and when she pulls on the thigh high stockings she got instead of the pantyhose she had been planning to wear, to go with the garter belt, she feels a tug deep in her belly.

She can't wait to see Bellamy's face when he sees her like this. She can almost imagine it – his eyes widening slightly and darkening, his mouth falling open a little.

But first, they have dinner to get through.

Luckily, her dress zips in the side, so she doesn't need any help, and after applying a light makeup, she finally unlocks the bathroom door a little after six.

Bellamy looks up at the sound and a light version of the expression she was just imagining appears on his face. "Wow," he says, looking her up and down. "New dress?"

"Not completely, I got it for some benefit that the organization Zeke works for threw last year, but you haven't seen it before," she replies with a smile. "Your turn."

He doesn't get up, though. "You know…" he starts after a moment. "We could just order take out and stay in tonight."

Clarke can't help but laugh. "Nice try. I've gotten all dressed up so you're not getting out of it."

"But it's my birthday…" he tries to wheedle, pouting slightly and giving her his best puppy eyes.

Luckily, she's immune.

"Nope. We'll have plenty of time for sex when we get back, now chop-chop."

He groans but does get up and cross to the bathroom, brushing up against her in a not-at-all deliberate way as he passes her. When she only responds with a raised eyebrow, he sighs and closes the bathroom door behind him.

She only has so much self-restraint, though, so as soon as Bellamy's dressed – she should have known he'd really rock the whole dress shirt and slacks look, but she's only seen him more casual so far, even on New Year, and she's just not prepared – she tugs him along out of the room.

"Our reservation's not for another twenty minutes," he notes amusedly. "I thought the restaurant was just around the corner."

"I thought we could grab a drink before we eat," she fibs, but the look he shoots her makes it clear that he knows what's really going on.

But at least he doesn't call her out on it.

The restaurant is amazing, with delicious food and a fantastic view. They're seated by the window and every time Bellamy's eyes drift to the Colosseum across the street, Clarke can't help but smile.

It was the right call to insist on coming here.

"OK, yeah, as far as birthday dinners go, this is pretty awesome," he admits when they've gotten their food.

"See? Told you."

Remembering his birthday present, she rummages around in her purse until she finds the wrapped box and places it on the table between them.

Bellamy gives it a suspicious look. "I hope that's not the… stuff you got earlier today," he says after a moment. "It's probably not suitable for a place this public… or at least I hope it's not."

She laughs at that. "Don't worry, I'm already wearing the second part of your present," she assures him, feeling a flash of desire course through her when his eyes drop. "This is the first part."

"You really didn't have to get me anything else, you know," he tells her, but he does take the box and start tearing off the wrapping paper.

"I know," Clarke replies with a shrug. "I wasn't really planning to, but this just… it caught my eye, I guess."

He's gotten the paper off and puts the box down again before flipping the lid open. "Wow…" he mumbles, touching the watch face. "I love it."

"I don't think I've ever seen you actually wear a watch," she says, unsure. "But it just… it felt like you, I guess. It doesn't make sense, I know, but…"

His hand on hers cuts her off and she relaxes at the smile on his face. "Like I said, I love it," he repeats. "The only reason I usually don't wear one is that my old one broke a while ago and I never got around to buying a new one."

"OK, good. Try it on."

He takes the watch out of the box and is about to slide it onto his wrist when he catches sight of the engraving on the back and flips the watch over. Clarke holds her breath as he reads it, blinking back tears at the underlying meaning behind it.

"If we had forever it still wouldn't be enough," Bellamy finally reads out loud, looking up to meet her eyes.

"It's… I don't know, it felt right," she offers with a half-smile. "And it's for me, too, in a way. Something I can…"

He leans over the table to kiss her, probably a little too thoroughly considering where they are, but she takes the interruption gladly.

"I love it," he says again when he's pulled back. "Thank you."

"It's your birthday," she replies with a shrug. "OK, no more heavy stuff, let's eat. This looks amazing."

It really is, and their desserts – one chocolate soufflé and one vanilla – are even better.

"You want a taste?" Bellamy asks, holding out his spoon so she can try his vanilla soufflé, and when she wraps her lips around the metal, she sees his eyes drop to her mouth. She pulls back deliberately slowly, popping her tongue out to lick the last of the soufflé off the spoon.

"This is amazing," she says, proud to sound only a little breathless. "You want a taste of mine?"

He just nods, opening his mouth slowly when she holds out a spoonful of her chocolate soufflé.

They finish the rest of the dessert quickly, Clarke waiving their waiter over as she swallows the last bite. "The check, please?"

The anticipation continues to build on the short walk back to the hotel, but they do manage to make it into their room before they crash together, Bellamy's fingers deftly undoing the button in her cardigan and pushing it off her shoulders. He tastes like chocolate and vanilla and the way he kisses her – soft but deep, an almost desperate undertone – almost makes Clarke dizzy with want.

"I take it you like the dress?" she gets out when he abandons her lips to trail kisses down her throat. She takes the opportunity to get her sweater all the way off and then starts on the top button in his shirt.

"Not that you don't look amazing in everything, but yeah, I like it," he agrees, and she feels his hand slide up her thigh.

She knows the moment he reaches the edge of her stockings and the clip on her garter belt, because he pauses, pulling away from her with a slightly awed look on his face.

Clarke decides that she's waited long enough to enjoy his reaction, so she takes a step back and finds the zipper in the dress, pulling it down.

"Help me get it off?" she then asks, raising her arms over her head.

Bellamy shakes his head, as if to clear it, before gripping the hem of the dress and slowly pulling it over her head. She expects him to just throw it to the side, but instead he just stands there, clutching the dress in one hand and openly staring at her.

If she hadn't known, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that he loved her and wanted her, she might have gotten self-conscious.

Instead, she just raises an eyebrow. "You just going to stand there, or…"

That snaps him into action and he steps in, leaning down to kiss her again, rougher this time, his hands going to her waist to pull her closer.

She responds in kind, opening up willingly when he traces the seam of her lips with his tongue, and continues to work the buttons of his shirt, pulling it out of his slacks and pushing it off his shoulders once she's gotten them all undone. He takes his hands off her to shrug out of it completely before tangling one hand in her hair and sliding the other around to her lower back.

Clarke lets her hands trail up and down his back, enjoying the way the muscles play under his skin at her touch, and just lets herself get lost in the feeling for a moment. She would really like to move this to the bed, though, and she's just decided to do that when Bellamy moves in the other direction, pushing her up against the wall, which… yeah, she's not opposed to that.

One of his hands come up to her breast, flicking her nipple through the thin material before squeezing lightly, and she lets out a moan that he swallows down. He makes no move to get the bra off, though, and her back's flat against the wall so she can't get to the clasp herself. She arches her back into his touch instead, breaking the kiss to gasp when he takes the hint and twirls her nipple between his fingers.

She feels his lips trail down her throat, pause at her collar bone where she just knows she'll have a hickey tomorrow, and then his mouth on her other nipple, warm and wet through the lace. She buries her fingers in his hair, keeping him in place, and pushes her hips against his. He slides one leg between hers and she grinds against his thigh, sighing at the friction it gives her.

Bellamy lingers for a while where he is, one hand on her breast, his mouth and tongue taking care of the other, before he kneels down in front of her, placing a kiss just above her belly button.

"So the underwear's a hit?" she asks breathlessly, and he chuckles and looks up at her.

"Fuck, Princess… you look… I don't even have words."

"Don't need words, just need you to fuck me."

She tries to tug him up to her, but he resists. "All in good time."

"Please, Bell…" she tries.

But he just shakes his head, leaning back a little to be able to take her in.

"These are definitely staying on," he mumbles, more to himself than her, it feels like, sliding a hand up her leg. He tugs a little on one of the slings holding the stockings up. "These are separate?"

Clarke assumes he means the panties and garter belt, so she nods. He hums and slides a finger under the garter belt, finding the waistline of the panties and pulling them down. They get stuck at the edge of the stockings, of course, and he slowly undoes each of the clips on one leg, sliding the panties down before attaching the clips to the stockings again. He does the same on the other side and then lifts her left foot to get the panties off, placing it back on the floor before lifting her other foot as well. He doesn't put this back on the floor, though, instead hooking her leg over his shoulder and leaning closer to breathe her in.

"Oh, God," she murmurs, earning a chuckle.

"I haven't even done anything yet," Bellamy says, looking up at her.

"Yeah, well, after four months I know what's coming," she replies, then lets out a gasp when his tongue darts out to taste her.

"Good." He gives her a look so smug that she opens her mouth to tell him not to get too full of himself, but then he really gets going and, well, maybe he deserves to feel smug. Anyway, the only thing she can do is hold onto his shoulder with one hand, her other tugging on his curls, and let her head fall back against the wall.

He starts with just his tongue, alternating between circling her clit and licking as deep into her as he can get, before he adds two fingers to the mix, pushing them into her at a maddeningly slow pace while placing wet, openmouthed kisses against her inner thighs.

"Please, Bell, I'm so close," she manages to get out after what feels like hours of this, and he huffs a laugh against her thigh before shifting his attention to her clit, sucking it into his mouth at the same time as he curls his fingers just right inside her, and she comes with a cry.

Clarke's vaguely aware of him standing back up, and when she opens her eyes again, breathing and heart rate almost back to normal, he's just an inch or so away from her, a soft smile on his face.

"Good?" he wonders, as if he needs to ask, and she responds by pulling him in for a kiss. Bellamy responds eagerly for a long moment before pulling away. "I'll take that as a yes. Legs still working OK?"

She briefly considers responding with something teasing, but, well, it's not like he hasn't rendered her unable to walk on previous occasions.

"Just barely," she settles on, and he chuckles a little before stepping closer and pushing her up against the wall again. The scratch of his slacks against her still sensitive clit makes her twitch a little and she slides a hand between them, finding the button in them but unable to get it undone with just the one hand. "Off," she orders, not quite coherent, but he gets the hint, stepping back to get rid of the rest of his clothes.

She pushes away from the wall and leans up for a kiss, wrapping her hand around him and giving an experimental tug. She gets a groan in return and his fingers dig into her hips, but then he pulls her hand away. She breaks the kiss to give him a slight pout, but he just shakes his head and loosens his grip on her hips before turning her around so her back's to him.

Clarke didn't realize that they had moved, but she finds herself in front of the window, the lit up Colosseum glittering on the other side of the glass. She feels Bellamy behind her, nudging her forward, and she kneels on the padded window seat.

"OK?" he murmurs in her ear, sliding one arm around her waist to pull her against him, and she feels his dick against her butt.

"Mmm, good," she agrees, shifting a little and reaching behind her to try to position him where she wants him. She can't quite reach, though, and he takes over, sliding the head of his dick along her slit once before pushing into her slowly.

"Oh, fuck," he grinds out, head falling onto her shoulder.

"Uh-huh." She places her hand on top of his where it's resting against her stomach, interlacing their fingers, and he presses a kiss to the side of her throat. "So, is this a turn-on for you? Sex with the Colosseum as a backdrop?"

Bellamy chuckles a little before pulling out and pushing back in, drawing a gasp from her.

"You're a turn-on for me," he tells her. "The view's just a bonus."

"I'm not completely sure I believe that," Clarke teases, but then he slides his hand into her bra, pinching her nipple, and picks up the pace a little and she can't really think anymore.

If she had been able to think, she probably would have figured this was Bellamy's end game, but soon, his hand abandons her breast to slip between her legs and his finger finds her clit, and when he bites down on her shoulder, she tumbles over the edge for the second time tonight. He pulls out of her, still rubbing circles against her clit as the waves of pleasure wash over her, and this time it takes her longer to come back down.

When she finally does, she slumps back against him, feeling completely boneless.

"Bed?" he asks with a chuckle, and she nods.

"Yes, please."

So he sweeps her into his arms and deposits her on the bed before kneeling down between her legs, hand wrapped lightly around himself.

"Come here," she tells him, letting her legs fall open.

"I don't know, you look pretty worn out," he replies with a half-smirk. "Maybe I should let you sleep…"

She knows he's joking, but two can play that game so she opens her mouth wide in a fake yawn. "I am pretty tired…" Bellamy's eyes narrow a little at that, and she reaches behind her to finally get her bra undone, tossing it to the side. "Come on, would I leave you hanging?"

He shakes his head a little. "Tease."

"Don't even try to pretend that you don't love it."

It was meant as a joke, but his eyes go serious. "I really do."

"I love you too. Now get moving, before I really do fall asleep."

He laughs at that but does finally lean down to kiss her. Only briefly though, to her disappointment, before sitting back up.

"You know, I love these…" he starts, sliding a finger along her leg, "but I think I want you naked now."

"Go ahead."

So he unclips her stockings and carefully rolls them down her legs before removing the garter belt too, with a little help from her. Then he's finally on top of her, sliding into her in one swift motion. He pauses for a moment, leaning his forehead against hers, before starting to move.

Clarke pulls her legs up, getting better traction, and pushes back, urging him on, and he picks up the pace, leaning down to pull a nipple into his mouth and making her moan.

It's almost too much after the two orgasms she's already had, and she can feel a third building when he thrusts into her and stills, an almost surprised look on his face as she feels him pulse deep inside her.

"Fuck," he breathes out, collapsing on top of her. "I was going for a hat-trick."

She lets out a breathless laugh and wraps an arm around him. "I'm good, trust me."

Still, when he pulls out and rolls onto his side, he pushes three fingers inside her, his thumb rough against her clit, and has her coming apart within minutes.

"Good birthday?" Clarke asks quietly when they've finally settled in under the comforter, Bellamy on his back and her on her side, her head on his chest.

"Best birthday ever."

Chapter warnings: explicit sexual content