AN: Time for some more relaxation and another birthday!
I don't own anything relating to The 100
See the end of the chapter for warnings
Chapter title from "Moonlight Shadow" by Mike Oldfield
48
The Night Was Heavy and the Air Was Alive
The first few days in Bora Bora are exactly what Clarke imagined – they sleep in, have lazy morning sex, order breakfast to the room and then lounge about on the terrace, every now and then cooling off in their private pool or the sea. At some point, they either order lunch or venture to the beach bar for some food, and then either stay at the beach for the rest of the afternoon, or go back to their bungalow. In the evening, they watch the sunset from the terrace and then go inside to get ready for dinner, which they have at one of the restaurants the hotel offers, and usually wrap the day up out on the terrace again, star gazing well into the night.
On Tuesday, they take a break from the general relaxation to try their hands at paddle boarding. She already knew her balance wasn't great, and it's only proven by the fact that she spends about as much time in the water as she does on the board, despite both their instructor and Bellamy assuring her that the conditions are pretty much perfect. She still has fun, though, which is of course what matters.
They spend most of Wednesday on the main island, exploring first the jungle on ATVs and then strolling around the largest town, Vaitape. It doesn't take long – it's basically one main street which follows the coastline, residential streets branching off it – and they're done by early afternoon. Bellamy has, of course, researched the place, so once they've had a quick lunch, they rent a car for the afternoon and follow the circle road that wraps around the island. Their first stop is at Pofai Bay, where there are some artifacts from World War Two, for some reason.
"Were they even involved in the war?" Clarke asks, frowning at the fenced off area with two large anchors and a gun and trying to remember.
"The US used the island as a supply base, apparently," he tells her. "There weren't any battles, and the base was closed in… forty-six, I think, but there are still remnants left. We saw some of the bunkers in the jungle, remember?"
"Right. What else is there?"
Bellamy shrugs. "There are eight cannons at different spots around the island," he replies. "Most of them aren't easy to get to, but I thought we could give it a try, if you want? The weather's not ideal for sunbathing, after all, so we might as well do something else."
She bites her lip against the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. It's true that the afternoon has turned cloudy, and they even felt a few rain drops a little while ago, but it's also obvious that he's trying to sound casual but is actually really excited about the prospect of exploring the island on the hunt for hidden treasure.
"Then let's get going," she decides. "We don't want the sun to set before we have a chance to see them."
In the end, they manage to find six of the cannons, mostly thanks to a very good website they find before heading out and a little thanks to Google Maps. The first pair is up on a hill a little north of Vaitape, a fifteen minute hike from the main road.
"Wow," Clarke breathes when they step out of the trees to the open space surrounding the cannons. Which are cool, absolutely, but her eyes are instantly drawn to the view beyond, down towards the town below them and the sea.
"That hike would have been worth it just for this view," Bellamy notes, going up to one of the cannons.
"These are cool too," she offers, joining him, and he snorts a laugh.
"Real convincing."
They admire the view and the cannons for a little longer before heading back down and continuing along the road.
The second pair of cannons are more easily accessible, only a few minutes' walk from the road, though again, it's a pretty steep incline. The barrel of one of the guns is missing, but the view is still stunning.
The last pair they do find is on the eastern side of the island, overlooking – as they find when they reach the cannons – their hotel across the lagoon.
"So we're basically staring down the barrel of a gun at all times," Bellamy says in an amused voice.
Clarke peaks into said barrel. "I doubt anything can be fired out of this thing," she tells him. "So I think we're safe."
"Phew, I was worried there for a while."
After reading about the final two cannons and how difficult they are to reach, they decide against even trying, but they do find the missing barrel on their way back to Vaitape and the boat to their hotel.
"So that was a totally awesome day," Clarke notes when they're back in their room. "But I'm kind of beat. Mind if we just order room service for dinner?"
Bellamy pauses in the process of pulling a t-shirt over his head and she takes the opportunity to admire his chest and abs. "You think I prefer getting dressed up and going out to ordering food here?" he asks incredulously after a moment, tugging the shirt down.
She pouts a little to express her disappointment in being deprived her eye candy. "Not really, but figured I'd better check."
He rolls his eyes and then does a belly flop next to her on the bed. "Trust me – if you don't want to get out of bed for the rest of the day, I have absolutely no objections."
"Well, I don't want to get food in the bed, so we should maybe eat somewhere else," she suggests, reaching across him for the room service menu on the bedside table on his side.
She does manage to convince him to get up for food, and they eat out on the terrace, the evening dark and mostly quiet around them, the only sounds coming from the main resort and another bungalow a few doors down that's occupied, their only company the millions of stars twinkling down at them.
"So, tomorrow," he starts when they've both finished their food and moved to the sun loungers by the pool. "What do you want to do?"
Clarke thinks about it for a moment. "Well, we're doing the snorkeling thing on Friday afternoon, so I figured we'd just relax tomorrow."
She's looking up at the stars, but she can still feel him turn his head to look at her. "No, I meant, what do you want to do tomorrow?" he says after a moment, as if that clarifies anything.
She turns to meet his eyes, finding a small furrow between his eyebrows, as if he's confused. "Just relax," she repeats. When he just stares at her, she continues. "What?"
Bellamy's eyebrows shoot up. "You don't actually remember what day it is tomorrow, do you?"
It's her turn to frown. "It's Thursday, what's so… oh!"
"There we go."
It's her birthday. "I can't believe I forgot. I told you I was completely lost time wise!"
He just chuckles, the sound filling the night and making warmth bloom in her chest. "So again I ask – what do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Honestly? I kind of do just want to relax, really. You know, breakfast in bed, just lounging about out here…"
He shoots her a doubtful look. "If that's what you want… but let me know if you think of something."
She considers it, remembering her conversation with Raven about this place… "Can it be anything I want?" she finally asks.
Apparently, there's something in her voice to tip him off, because his eyes narrow. "Why does that sound so ominous?"
She can't help but laugh at his careful voice. "Maybe because you know me?"
"I do," he agrees, eyes and voice softening. "Anything you want, within reason, how about that?"
"That sounds great."
-100
Somehow, Bellamy manages to not only get out of bed without waking her up the next morning, but also order and get their breakfast, because Clarke wakes up to him singing Happy Birthday quietly, and when she opens her eyes, he's standing by the side of the bed with a tray with, among other things, a stack of pancakes with a lit birthday candle.
"How did you do this without waking me up?" she asks incredulously as she pushes herself into a sitting position.
He places the tray in her lap and joins her in bed again. "I talked to a guy at the reception yesterday, planned when they were getting here, and then I just had to hide my phone under my pillow and set it to vibrate to wake me up and sneak out into the main room and let the guy in with the food. Piece of cake."
She leans over to steal a quick kiss. "Thank you."
"Only the best for you, Princess," he replies, snatching up a piece of cantaloupe. "Happy birthday."
And it is a very happy birthday.
After breakfast in bed, they have some pretty amazing birthday sex before actually getting up and putting on enough clothes to be decent on the terrace, where they spend the rest of the morning. For lunch, Bellamy insists on going to their favorite restaurant, and once they've finished their meal, he tells her that he's booked them a couple's massage at the spa, and they spend the next hour getting every little bit of tension rubbed and kneaded out of their bodies.
"I really hope you haven't booked parasailing or something," Clarke says sleepily when they're on their way back to their room. "I might fall asleep."
He chuckles next to her and slides an arm around her waist. She gratefully leans against him. "Nope, nothing else booked. Well, dinner, but we have to eat, right?"
"Right." She pauses for a moment. "So, where are we going?"
He pinches her side a little. "You'll find out in a few hours."
She considers arguing, using it being her birthday to get him to tell her, but not only does she think it won't work, it's actually kind of nice to have a surprise to look forward to. Plus, she really is half-asleep on her feet – she just doesn't have the energy.
So she lets it go, and they spend a couple of hours lounging – or, in her case at least, napping – on the terrace, until Bellamy decides they should start getting ready for dinner.
The dress code at the hotel is fairly laid back, but Clarke was still planning on putting on her favorite dress tonight, and he seems to have the same idea, because he grabs a nice pair of slacks and a button-down.
"You won't be too hot?" she asks when she sees it, and he gives her a lascivious smile.
"I'm always too hot, Princess." At her eye roll, he laughs and continues. "Temperature wise, I should be fine for an hour or two, don't worry. It has cooled down a little."
"Good."
They end up at the restaurant down by the water, at an almost private table with lit candles and rose petals strewn over the tablecloth.
"OK, a little cliché, I know, but it's nice, right?" Bellamy asks when their waiter has left with their drink order.
He sounds a little nervous, so Clarke reaches across the table to take his hand and he squeezes her fingers. "It's amazing."
They get their food quickly, and when they've finished, he insists on ordering dessert as well. When it arrives, it's accompanied by what looks like the entire wait staff, singing what is undoubtedly a local birthday song. Part of her wishes she could sink through the floor, but she tries to see it as sweet.
Still, she is relieved when Bellamy says, slightly horrified, that he definitely did not ask them to do that.
"I just said it was your birthday," he tells her when they're alone again. "I didn't think that would mean a birthday song."
"It's OK," she assures him. "It was kind of sweet."
He gives her a questioning look. "And awkward as hell?"
"Kind of, yeah."
Clarke sinks her spoon into her tiramisu and pops it in her mouth, closing her eyes at the flavor explosion.
"Oh my God, this is am…" she starts when she opens her eyes again, cutting herself off when she spots the little velvet box in Bellamy's hand. A box that looks to be the perfect size for… she doesn't let herself finish the thought. "What's that?"
He raises his eyebrows. "Birthday present. You do understand the general concept, right?"
She laughs, the sound too strained in her own ears, but he doesn't seem to notice, and she tries to push down the disappointment that her initial impression was wrong.
She reaches for the box and flips the lid open, revealing a beautiful, silver pendant in delicate filigree.
"It's called a relikaryo," Bellamy says, giving her an anxious look. "It's apparently traditional Filipino jewelry, originally used to carry around religious relics, which I guess is where it gets its name. They're usually worn with something called a tamborin necklace, but those are really ornate, I thought about it but they didn't really seem like your style at all, so I just got this simple chain, but you can change that if you want. I mean, if you like it…"
She offers him a smile that's, like, 99% genuine. It is a beautiful necklace, and she does really like it. It's not his fault she thought it was something else, for a brief moment. "I love it, really. Help me put it on?"
He lets out a relieved breath and gets up to clasp the necklace around her neck. The pendant lands just above her breasts, cold for a moment but quickly warming up from contact with her skin. Clarke lifts one hand to touch it, and this time, her smile is stronger. "Thank you, I love it."
"Yeah?"
When she nods, he leans down for a quick but soft kiss.
"I love you," he mumbles before pulling away.
"I love you."
He goes back to his seat and reaches across the table for her hand, and they finish their dessert like that, Bellamy's thumb rubbing against her knuckles every now and then.
They take a detour back to their room, strolling along the moonlit beach before cutting back to the bridges. There's music coming from the beach bar, where there's usually a live band in the evenings, and the usual night time sounds all around them – distant laughing, the sound of the waves crashing against the beach, their feet on the path. The lights are on in some of the cabins they pass, but once they get to the wooden docks leading to the overwater bungalows, it really feels like they're all alone.
"So, good birthday?" Bellamy asks when they've almost reached their door.
Clarke turns so she can look up at him, her breath almost catching at the way the moonlight is playing against his hair, his skin… he's beautiful in basically any lighting, but right now, he looks almost ethereal. "Wonderful birthday," she says when she finds her voice again. "But it's not over yet, is it?"
He chuckles as he follows her the last few feet to their bungalow. "Is this where you tell me what it is you want to do? I've been waiting all day."
"Soon," she promises, unlocking the door and pulling him along inside.
Her general idea for tonight was initially skinny dipping, which would probably be fine if it wasn't for the fact that there's an outdoor light on the terrace. If they keep it off, they won't see a thing, and if they turn it on, anyone nearby who happen to be looking their way – not that there's a lot of people around, they're not facing the main resort, but still – would see them when they're on the terrace, even if that's just for a minute or two before they get in the water. And, all things considered, Clarke would rather not put on a show for anyone.
So she grabs her bikini and turns her back to Bellamy.
"Unzip me?"
She feels his hand, warm against her back. "Not that I mind this part, but what's with the bikini? Midnight dip?"
She lets the dress fall to her feet when the zipper's undone and steps out of it before hanging it up.
"It's not midnight yet, is it?"
She turns to give him a smile, just catching his eye roll. "Technicalities. A night swim, then."
"Well… what I would really like to do is go skinny dipping with you," she explains, enjoying the way his eyes widen just slightly. "But I don't particularly want anyone to see me buck naked on the terrace, so I figured it's safest to at least start out wearing clothes."
"Oh." He pauses, swallows. "Yeah, that does sound like a perfect end to your birthday."
"Right?"
Clarke unhooks her bra and tosses it on the bed, pulling the bikini top on before he can do more than give her an appreciative look, and then switches her panties for the bottoms as well. It's not her favorite bikini, that one's still drying out on the terrace after the last dip of the afternoon, but this one should work fine for what she has in mind – the top is a basic triangle one, with cups that can be moved freely along the strings, and the bottom has ties on both sides which can be undone completely.
Convenient.
When she's pulled the bottoms on, Bellamy's finally gotten with the program and is just shrugging out of his shirt. She lets her eyes slide down his chest and back up again before giving him a smirk.
"Last one in is a rotten egg."
She hears his laugh following her out through the terrace doors, and she's just let go of the ladder when he appears at the top.
"That's cheating," he tells her, but he's still smiling.
She lets herself float on her back as she looks up at him. "How? It's not my fault that my… assets distracted you a little."
The smile turns into a grin and she realizes what he's about to do a split second before he leaps off the terrace, landing a few feet from her, cannon ball style. Clarke can't help but let out a squeal as water splashes her.
They give into their inner five-year-olds for a while, splashing each other, diving under to grab at each other's legs. When he decides he's had enough, Bellamy wraps an arm around her and pulls her close in the water. They've established earlier in the week that she can just reach the bottom if she stands on her tiptoes, whereas he can stand fairly comfortably and still keep his head above water.
"So…" he starts, pushing a strand of wet hair out of her eyes. "When does the skinny part of the dip begin?"
She bites her lip before leaning closer to kiss him, which he returns happily. "I thought we'd build to that," she says when she pulls away.
Bellamy's eyes darken when he realizes what she means. "Ah, so that's what you actually wanted on your birthday, huh?"
"I mean, I wouldn't have been opposed on any other night," she replies with a shrug. "I actually talked to Raven about it when I had booked this place, but it kind of slipped my mind until you asked what I wanted to do today."
He chuckles, repositioning them so she can wrap her legs around his waist and nudging her chin with his nose to get better access to her throat.
"So you don't mind?" she gets out, trying to keep her head on straight, between the feel of his mouth against her skin and his hands warm and large on her hips.
He pulls away to look around them. They know that none of the bungalows out at their end are occupied, and right now, the only light they can see from where they are seems to come from one of the first ones, closest to the beach.
"I doubt anyone's going to interrupt," he points out. "So I'm definitely up for it."
Clarke raises her eyebrows and then deliberately grinds down against him. "Well, not yet… but we can work on that."
He snorts at her ridiculous pun but slides one hand up her back to wrap around her neck and pull her in for a kiss, so really, she's not complaining.
She lets herself get lost in him, in the way their mouths and tongues slide together, the way his thumb rubs circles against the sensitive spot just below her ear, the way he wraps his other arm around her to pull her flush against him.
She doesn't even notice that he maneuvers them through the water until she suddenly feels the rough wood of the ladder to their terrace against her back, and pulls away to look around herself.
They're underneath their bungalow, which is probably good from a practical standpoint. Even if someone were to pass by, they won't be immediately visible from the water, and they're completely hidden from view from above.
"OK?" Bellamy asks, pulling her attention back to him, and she nods before reclaiming his lips.
They keep just kissing for a little longer, but then she feels his hand leave her neck and trail back down, before he slides it around to her side and then up, to push the cup of her bikini to the side. When she feels his rough palm against the soft skin, she arches against him, craving more.
He doesn't make her wait long, bringing his other hand around to get the other cup out of the way as well, twirling her nipples between his fingers in unison. Clarke has to break the kiss to suck in a breath, letting her head fall back against the wooden rung behind her. He takes the opportunity to kiss down her neck, letting his teeth graze her shoulder, and she lets out a gasp.
"Shhh," he hushes her. "Can't draw attention to ourselves."
She knows he's right, but she still has to retaliate, so she gets a hand between them and into his swimming trunks, wrapping around him. He's not quite fully hard yet, but a few strokes of her hand gets him the rest of the way. She watches him closely as she slides her hand down one last time, twisting it a little on her way back up, and smiles when he bites his lip.
"Quiet, remember?"
She releases him and tries to push his trunks down instead, but she's wrapped too tightly around him to be able to make much progress. Besides, she needs to get her bottoms off too, so she reluctantly releases her grip on him.
Which, of course, means that she sinks further into the water, but he grabs her by the waist before she actually goes under. She finally gets his trunks down enough to free him, and then makes quick work of her own bottoms, tying them to the ladder next to her.
Bellamy laughs a little when he sees that. "What?" she asks, frowning at him. "I don't want them to float away."
He just shakes his head and pulls her closer again, and she eagerly wraps her legs around him, and they both groan a little when his length slides between her folds. He pushes her back harder against the ladder, and Clarke briefly hopes that the wood is smooth enough she won't get splinters, but then he kisses her, deep and dirty, squeezes her breast with one hand and gets the other around her thigh to push a finger inside her, and all thoughts abandon her.
She digs her nails into his shoulders, earning a moan that she swallows, and tries to grind against him with the same rhythm as his finger inside her. Which means that his dick slides against her clit, and it's not long before she's on the edge, her movements giving her away as she pushes more erratically against him. He breaks the kiss, maintaining eye contact as he pushes a second finger inside her, curling them up just right, and snapping his hips against her.
She comes with a silent cry, eyes slamming shut, just barely registering Bellamy leaning his forehead against hers, whispering to her as the waves of pleasure wash over her.
When she's come down, she opens her eyes, blinking lazily, and when she can finally focus on him, he's smiling at her.
"Good?"
She leans in to rub her nose against his. "Amazing."
"And we're just getting started."
Clarke closes the distance between them, kissing him slow and lazy, and lets out a small whine when his fingers slip out of her. A moment later, though, she feels the head of his dick at her entrance, and then he's pushing inside her, filling her up.
He gives her a moment to adjust, like he always does, but when she digs her heels into his back, he takes the hint and pulls out before thrusting back inside, a little more power behind it, and she gasps into the kiss.
He breaks it to trail kisses down her throat, to her collar bone, but then he straightens up with a frown.
"What?" she asks, breathless, looking down to see what the problem is.
Bellamy's trying to fight a smile when she meets his eyes again. "I was just, you know, but… I can't actually breathe underwater, so…"
She looks down again, realizing that most of her breasts, including her nipples, are actually under the surface of the water.
"What, you didn't bring your snorkel?"
He bursts out laughing at that, and she joins him for a moment before leaning in for another kiss.
"How about this?" she then asks, reaching above her to grasp one of the rungs of the ladder and lifting herself a few inches, enough to expose her nipples to the evening air, which isn't the least bit cold but still makes them pebble immediately, while still keeping him deep inside her.
"Better," he announces, immediately leaning down to pull a nipple into his mouth, twirling the other between his fingers as he starts thrusting into her again.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Clarke agrees, meeting each snap of his hips with one of her own, her hands wrapped almost painfully around the ladder.
It's not long before his movements start faltering, but he does manage to push her over the edge one more time before following himself, thumb rubbing insistent circles against her clit and teeth grazing her nipple.
They stay still, both catching their breath for a long moment, before Bellamy brushes a whisper of a kiss against her lips. "So, ocean sex is definitely fun, but what do you say we continue this inside?"
"Continue?" she asks with a smile.
He makes sure she has a good grip on the ladder before stepping back, pulling out of her and tugging his trunks back up. "I figured your birthday deserves at least an attempt at an all-nighter," he replies, untying her bikini bottoms from the ladder and helping her getting them back on.
"Well, when you put it that way…"
They don't quite manage to make it the entire night, succumbing to sleep at some point after the horizon starts turning pink but before the sun actually rises, but Clarke's still more than happy with her birthday orgasm count.
Chapter warning: explicit sexual content