N: Like the summary says, this is set before Mount Weather. There might be a few things in here that are a bit off on the timeline, just go with it.
Mostly smut, but hope you like it anyway and that you could take a minute to leave a review. It would be highly appreciated.
Enjoy.
Unwilling Scarifies
Clarke just told Lincoln, Octavia, Indra and Lexa that there wasn't anything else for them to do that evening. She just had to draw the schematics of Mont Weather. Since she was the only one who has been inside, no one else could help. After that they were going to come up with the best way in. Each of them left the tent one after the other until she was left alone. Clarke let out a deep sigh. Her head was pounding. Had been since the moment she woke up. The day wasn't even finished yet and Clarke felt drained. In her mind, she conjured up a list of other people she needed to see. Fortunately, only two popped up. She knew Bellamy was practicing shooting – she guessed it was his way to deal with the stress because he did not need the practice – so she will have to talk to him later. Raven was working on a radio and it wasn't urgent, so she decided she will talk to Raven the next day. Briefly Clarke remembered that she hadn't eaten anything since morning. Just when she put the map away, ready to go get something to eat, her mother entered the tent. "Can I talk to you?" she asked. It had been quite some time since the last time her mother sought an audience alone with her. The relationship between the two Griffin women was complicated. Clarke was still mad at Abby for turning her father in, but not as much as she had been when she first found out. Being put in situations where she had to make tough choices, being in charge, it made her understand her mother. As much as Clarke hated to admit, she had also missed her mother. She missed having a…parent. She was still a kid, they all were. Clarke nodded and her mother made her way closer. The young woman looked up. She made a gesture for her mother to sit next to her, but the doctor didn't take it. Instead she gave her daughter an intense stare that Clarke hasn't witnessed from her mother in years. "You can't do this," she said.
Clarke raised an eyebrow. As much as she missed having a parent, she did not miss being parented. Being told what to do was no longer working for her. "Do what?"
"This whole thing. You don't have to be in charge anymore. Marcus and I can take it from here."
The younger woman gave a mocking chuckle. "Except you don't care about my people. You made that pretty clear really." It wasn't that she didn't trust her mother, although, she didn't, it was more that, they had different priorities. She knew Abby was used to a different set of rules. The rules of the Ark. Clarke wanted a change, her mother wanted more of the same. She couldn't blame her though. It was all she knew. It was all they all knew.
"Clarke, that's not what we said."
"You said you want to wait, but there is no time!" Clarke yelled. Patience was something she didn't have a lot at the moment. Actually, she didn't have any left. She was sure that if her mother would've been under the mountain, she would've understood. There was no way she will allow her people to be tortured and drained of bone marrow any longer than necessary.
"We just want to come up with a plan," Abby said raising her voice too. Clarke had forgotten that she got her fire and stubbornness from her mother. The calm and collected one in the family had always been her father. Looking at her mother now, Clarke recognized the same defiance she knew she possessed. They both thought they were right and neither of them was going to back down. It was not the Griffin women way.
"I have a plan. We just need an inside man."
"A plan to send the man you love to his death," Abby said and noticed her daughter taking in a sharp breath. Maybe all wasn't lost, maybe she could make her see. "Trust me Clarke, that's not something you want to live with."
"I am talking about Bellamy," Clarke said. She was sure it was a misunderstanding. Who did her mother think she was in love with? She had cared about Fin sure, but love…no, she stopped loving him the moment his girlfriend fell from the sky. And even before then. It had been more of a crush then love. Plus, he was dead. She had had to stab him in order to spare him from being tortured for hours. She had…she killed him.
"So am I Clarke. Bellamy Blake," her breath hitched in her throat at the mention of his name. Clarke clenched her jaw to mask her reaction. "Maybe you are unaware of it, maybe you just don't want to admit it, or just afraid to truly let it in. Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. You can deny it until your last breath, it would not make it any less real."
"You don't know what you are talking about. Yes, I care about him…I care about all of them_"
"But you care about him more," Abby said. Clarke opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. It was the second time within three days that someone said those words to her. Just two days ago, Lexa accused her of the same thing. "You and I might not be close anymore. You blame me for your father's death and for sending you here…I know and I understand. We may not be close Clarke, but you are still my child…my only child. I know you. I know what I see in you when you look at him."
"That doesn_"
Her mother interrupted her once more. "Look, I know what it's like being in charge. Having to make some impossible choices. I know what that does to you. It pushes you into this dark pit of dread and pain over the things you've done. The things you had to do. And I know that you think finishing the mission will help. You think that if you just get to the end, it will all be worth it. You will have something to show for, to justify all the decisions you've made…"
"Why do I sense a but coming?" Clarke asked softly. She dreaded what was coming, because she was afraid her mother might be right. That maybe, it wasn't as simple as finishing the mission.
"But it isn't true. Because after this mission, there's the next mission and then the next and it never ends. And each and every one of those missions will push you deeper and deeper into that pit of darkness."
Clarke clenched her jaw once more, because suddenly she felt like screaming, or crying, or something, anything that would release some of the pressure within her chest. "I have…to save them."
"I understand," her mother said in a soft voice, getting a step closer to Clarke.
"No you don't," Clarke said quickly. "I kept them alive. I looked after them, protected them. I…" tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to let them out. "Jasper had a…whole in his chest, but I saved him. I didn't take care of them just to abandon them inside that bunker of horrors. I got out and they didn't…and I need to get them out."
"I know that Clarke. But this plan…the price you think you are willing to pay. It's too high."
"But I am willing to pay it!"
"Are you? Think about it Clarke. He goes in there, for you," her mother said before taking in a breath. "and he dies," Abby pushed and Clarke looked away, blinking rapidly as if that was going to stop those stubborn tears. "Think about it, about living with that. Think about what he means to you. I know you are hurting and I know you are scared, but you can't let that blind you to how you really feel," she said and Clarke clenched her teeth so hard she was sure she broke a few. "Because you know what I think?" her mother asked, but didn't wait for an actual answer. Clarke looked at her once more. "I think Bellamy Blake is the one keeping you from falling into that dark pit," she finished and that was all that Clarke could take. She let out a little sob as tears started pouring from her eyes. She turned away from her mother. It wasn't because it was Abby, she would've turned away from anyone. Her weakness was showing. Her heart was breaking. Because her mother was right and in that moment Clarke hated her for it more than she ever hated her for turning her father in. Now that she heard it, now that she let the thoughts in, there was no going back. She was right…her mother was right, losing Bellamy would most likely kill her. It would kill her, and not in the easy way, but in the worst way, they way in which she will still be alive.
"I don't know what else to do," She finally said in a feeble voice.
"Then ask," Abby said closing the distance to her daughter. "You are not alone Clarke. You don't have to do this alone," she went on, reminding Clarke so much of Bellamy her chest hurt. It downed on her in that moment that Bellamy Blake might care about her too. Clarke looked up at her mother once more. "On the Ark, we had the council. Because we couldn't have just one person making the decision. It wouldn't be right and it wouldn't be fair. So how about we create a council here too. How about this time we do it with no more chancellor. We can be a group instead. Make the decisions together, unanimously?"
"I want Bellamy and Raven there," Clarke said after a long pause.
Her mother nodded. "We will meet first thing tomorrow, come up with a new plan and inform the grounders."
"Ok," she answered simply. Her mother turned on her heels and started walking towards the door. "Mom," Clarke called, Abby turned around at once. By the time she reached her, the good doctor already opened her arms, wrapping them tightly around her child. Abby was grateful. So grateful that she was able to reach her daughter in time. She had been so afraid that Clarke would refuse to let it in. Too stubborn to even acknowledge the way she felt about Bellamy Blake. Afraid that by the time she did, it would've been too late. "Thank you."
"Go talk to Bellamy," she urged before leaving the tent.
Clarke counted to ten twice and took in several deep breaths before getting out of the tent herself in search for the only man capable of saving her soul. She found him only minutes later in his own tent. He was sharpening a knife when she walked in.
"Change of plans," she said softly.
Bellamy frowned. "What are you talking about?" he snapped. Clarke nearly flinched.
"I am talking about you going to Mount Weather. It's not happening," she explained.
He rolled his eyes. "Changed your mind again have you?"
"Yes," she said simply. She hoped they were going to leave it like that. Hoped that Bellamy will not ask for an explanation… But Bellamy Blake had never been very good at taking things as they were. No, he had to question and debate things. Despite the fact that the guy led with his heart more than he led with his brain, there had always been a reason to his madness. His strategies might've been strange, but it always did have one.
"So now I am worth something to you again? Do you need me for another dangerous mission?"
Ouch. "No…no new mission. I just_"
"Just what? You know what princess," this time, Clarke did flinched at the last word. "Your mood swings are giving me a headache. First you don't want me to go because it's 'too dangerous' and you 'can't lose me' or whatever," he said making air quotes with his fingers. "Then you tell me I should go, that you were just being weak. Now here you are again, asking me not to go. So make up your mind, which is it?" Clarke opened her mouth a few times only to close it again a second later.
Clarke took a minute to look at Bellamy. Really look at him. He was still seated in the chair, but he had completely turned towards her. The knife he had been sharpening lay forgotten on the small table. His big hands were resting on his thighs, nearly clenching his knees, shoulders back, straight and proud – like always. His jet black hair was as ruffled as ever. Clarke preferred it this way. The day she met him, he had forced it back with gel. It had made him look like a villain along with his sharp features and stoic handsome face. Now, the rebel curls softened his features. His eyes…usually so kind and soft when he looked at her, now they were questioning and challenging. Not that she could blame him. But their color was just the same as always. The color of melted chocolate. He was slightly frowning and his jaw was clenched. The tension was attracting attention to his mouth. She always thought he had a beautiful, rather sexy mouth. Even before she liked him…before she came to trust him, she had wanted to kiss him. Those lips of his, beautifully curved and arched, looked like he'd be good at it. "I don't want you to go," she said softly.
"Why, what changed?" he pushed.
"Because it's too dangerous."
"It was dangerous yesterday too, so what changed?" he asked again. Pushing. Pushing. Always pushing her. It seemed pushing her was his mission in life.
Clarke crossed her arms in front of her chest. Like that was going to protect her from him. Protect her from his intense stare and sharp tone. "We…there must be another way," she mumbled.
Bellamy raised an eyebrow. "We already talked about this. We decided this was the best option. The only option_"
"No," she interrupted.
He looked at her, eyes opened wide. Slowly, he got up from the chair. In three steps, he was right in front of her. Clarke took in a sharp breath. She took a small step backwards. He followed. "No what?" he asked. His voice so low, so deep, she could almost feel it reverberating in her stomach. He was hovering over her. She wanted to slap him, for not caring more about his own safety. She wanted to thank him, for his strength and courage. She wanted to kiss him, for being selfless enough to want to sacrifice himself for their people.
She licked her lips, her voice shaking slightly as she said: "No, you cannot go under the mountain, the sacrifice is too big."
Bellamy considered, for a brief second, dropping the subject. She's been through so much. They both have. But Bellamy Blake never treated her liked a fragile little doll and he wasn't about to start. He knew what she felt. He knew very well how she felt, because he felt it too. But he wanted her to admit it. He wanted to hear her say the words. He was vain like that. "You were willing to make this sacrifice yesterday Clarke," he purred her name, sending a chill down her spine. "So I am asking you again, what changed?"
Fists clenched at her sides, she bit her lip and took a step forward. They were now so close, their noses nearly touching. Only a few inches apart. "I…I can't lose you," she whispered. "I thought I lost you once and it…I just, can't do it again."
"Why?" he breathe. Clarke felt it against her cheek. She let her head drop an inch to look at him.
"Because I…I…" her mouth remained ajar, but no other words came out. Her hands were shaking slightly, her heart was beating in a rapid rhythm against her rib cage and she couldn't seem to catch her breath properly. "Why Clarke? Tell me why!" he urged. His voice was soft and controlled, yet his requested sounded more like an order than a plea.
Clarke bit her lip. "Because I love you," she whispered. And she felt it. Because love was physical as much as it was emotional. That little tug in her chest, the vibrations in her lower belly, the prickling of her skin. She realized then and there that her suspicions had been right. That what she felt for Fin hadn't been love. Because with Fin, she felt a little twitch in her chest, but with Bellamy… Standing there in front of him, she felt a painful pressure on her chest. As if her heart became so swollen that it was about to burst out. Looking at Fin sometimes brought that feeling of an empty stomach to her belly. But whenever her eyes found Bellamy's chocolate brown ones, her stomach would drop and she would have to catch her breath. Whenever Fin would touch her, she felt soft vibrations between her legs. Bellamy didn't even have to touch her. Just being in close proximity to him made her whole body hum. She kept perfectly still as Bellamy's hand reached out. His fingers brushed a strand of hair off her face, the fingertips lingering on her skin. She closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, his face was closer than before. His eyes dropped a few centimeters from her eyes to her lips. He approached her slowly…so slow, it felt like hours. When his lips finally made contact with hers, she nearly lost her balance. The kiss started of soft, tentative, just a brush. Like a flower you bring to your nose to smell and its pedals touch your lips. However, when her mouth parted to let out a little sigh, his arm went around her, pressing her to him. His hand cupped the back of her head, changing the angle slightly for better access. With a low growl, Bellamy's mouth took possession of hers.
Her suspicions had been right, he was very good at it. His lips pressed against hers with just the right amount of pressure. His tongue was going in and out, caressing her own in a slow, sensual rhythm. Clarke could feel every swirl of his tongue in her chest, her lower belly and between her legs. Bellamy Blake kissed the way he led, with his heart. She felt an overwhelming need to rip the clothes off him and off herself and press herself against him. She wanted to feel him, all of him, skin to skin. Bellamy tilted his head the other way, changing the angle of their kiss. He nibbled at her bottom lip and her hands slipped from his arms to his shoulders, holding on to him. She had to hold on or she was going to melt into a puddle at his feet. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he pressed her yet closer to him, crushing her breasts against his hard chest.
Just when Clarke thought she might lose her mind from his mind-boggling kiss, he detached her mouth from hers. He pressed his forehead against hers and buried both hands in her hair cupping her face. "I've wanted to do this for a while now," he said softly. Her belly quivered at the sound of his voice. Gruff, deep, smooth and dripping with the same emotions she felt. "I thought you will never admit it. I thought I was going to die under that damn mountain not knowing how you taste like," he went on, kissing her softly before she could say anything. This time, it was Clarke who pulled away.
"Didn't you hear me, Bellamy? You are not going there," she said and to her surprise, he smiled.
"It's our best plan and you know it. Our people are in there. The ones we kept alive all this time, I can't let them die in there. And since I don't take orders from you_"
"No, you can't…I can't. Then I am coming with you," she said and his eyes opened wide. "I've been there before. I know the layout better than you do. It makes sense."
"Clarke, you can't. Someone needs to stay here, make sure the Commander keeps her deal."
"My mom, Marcus, Raven, they will be here."
"I need you to be safe."
"And I need you to be safe," she rebutted. "We both go and we keep each other safe, like we always do," she said.
"Clarke," he started, but she interrupted him with a rough kiss.
"You and me," she started in a shaky voice, tears gleaming in her eyes. "We were meant to find each other. We were meant to do this together. And if we go down, then we go down together, for our people."
Bellamy smirked. "Very well, but first, I want to do something for me," he said. Clarke raised an eyebrow. "I want to take you to bed Clarke Griffin. I want to kiss and lick every inch of you. Take your clothes off and admire your body. Cup your breasts in my hands and see if they feel as soft and plump as I imagined they would. I want to eat you, until you come on my tongue," Clarke shivered at his words. "I want to take you slow. Feel every inch of you as I slide inside you," a little mewl escaped her lips. Her breath became fast and shallow. Her body tingled and ached everywhere and she knew that only his touch could soothe her. "I want to feel you clench around my cock and taste my name on your tongue when I make you come undone," he said, she gasped. "Will you let me?" he asked.
"Yes," she let out in a shaky whimper. "One condition," she went on, he simply nodded. "I want to do the same to you."
Bellamy didn't answer, instead, he slipped his hands down her back, on her butt and pulled her up. Clarke simply wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked over to the bed and sat by the edge, with her in his lap. His hands slid up, taking her shirt with them, leaving her only in her tank top.
She ran her fingertips along the back of his neck and noticed him shudder slightly at the touch. His mouth came down on hers and Clarke let out a soft little moan.
In response, she felt Bellamy's free hand move to the back of her neck and into her hair. It was only seconds before it had become completely entangled.
Sensing his desire, she pushed her body against his and moved her hips in a slow rhythm to show him what she was craving. She knew he wanted the exact thing because she could feel the solid evidence underneath of her.
She began kissing him more passionately, breathes escaping rapidly from her mouth. Bellamy's hand slipped underneath her T-shirt and Clarke's body trebled violently from his touch. His hand slid smoothly on her skin until it got to her chest. He let his index finger slide in the cup of her bra and teased her already hard nipple.
Clarke pulled away from the kiss and without much fuss, she took off what was left of her top. She was wearing a lacy, black bra that Bellamy thought looked good enough on her to almost…almost not want to take it off. Of course he immediately changed his mind; as soon and he raised his eyes and saw the seductive smile on her lips.
"See something you like Mr. Blake?" she asked with a smirk.
"I see something I'd like to do…" he mumbled and before Clarke got the time to analyze his words, his hand started its path from the back of her neck, passing all over her vertebral cord and stopping on the small of her back. She would've questioned his move, except she immediately started to feel her bra loosen up. Bellamy smiled suggestively at her before using his index and middle fingers to pull down the straps of her bra. The clothing fell in his lap and he picked it up, throwing it somewhere on the floor.
"Much better," he said in appreciation.
The way Bellamy was looking at her almost made Clarke blush slightly. She felt like his gaze was touching her flesh, giving her a tingling sensation between her legs. His warm, brown eyes always did manage to have an effect on her. If one would look closely, one would find all the answers in his eyes.
He used his index finger to draw an invisible line starting from her lips, caressing her bottom one, sliding over her jaw line, her neck, her collarbone, going from one shoulder to another and Clarke shivered under his feather-light touch. He stopped for a few seconds and just looked at her smirking before continuing his path over her chest and breasts, circling her nipples; the move making Clarke gasp. "They are just as beautiful as I imagined," he said and she bit her lip. She couldn't help but be pleased knowing he found her appealing. "I am going to enjoy playing with them," he went on.
He didn't wait for her approval as he turned her in his arms and pinned her underneath him. He took off his shirt in a heartbeat and let his body cover hers. Clarke's hips left the mattress to meet his and she let out a low growl at the sensation of his impossibly hard length against her center.
Bellamy started kissing her, starting from her throat, making a quick stop behind her ear and whispered to her that she smelled like flowers and fire and freedom. She wanted to say something in response, but the words got caught up in her throat as soon as he took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it.
After he was done with her right ear, he placed a few wet, burning kisses along her slim neck and deepened his tongue into her collarbone. From instinct, Clarke crossed her arms around his neck and tangled her thin fingers in his messy curls tugging slightly.
He soon got to her breasts and Clarke forgot how to breathe; for a second she thought she died and she didn't need to breathe anymore. The tip of his tongue was going up and down over her erect nipple and Clarke could feel each swipe of his tongue in her lower belly and between her legs. His mouth felt so good on her, her whole body was vibrating. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and she let out a long moan. Clarke reached for his belt, but Bellamy immediately pulled back.
"No, no, no… We're going to need to restrain those impatient hands of yours," with that he took off the belt himself and used it to tie her hands over her head. "I told you, I want to explore every inch of you," he explained.
"Not fair," Clarke complained.
"When have I ever played fair?" he asked, his lips against her ear shell. Clarke didn't answer, she just bit her bottom lip in anticipation. "Always in charge, always in control… for once, just enjoy the ride Clarke," he murmured and kissed his way down all the way to her bellybutton. He took off her boots in a second, then pulled her pants over her hips and Clarke let out a sharp cry when he nearly ripped her small thongs' off her. "You look," he started and he pulled back to look at her. The hunger in his eyes had her panting. "Good enough to eat," he finished as he started kissing her ankle, then he went up on her leg; he used his tongue to tease the back of her knee and then he concentrated on her thighs, making sure he'd kissed every single inch of skin.
Clarke's hands were desperately trying to break free from the nod of his belt, but with no real success. She wanted to touch him so bad, her fingers ached.
Oblivious to her escape attempts, Bellamy pushed her leg towards her and kissed the sensitive spot where her leg meets her ass, right before spreading her legs and positioning himself between them.
He kissed her pubic bone, her joints…he kissed her all over the place avoiding the one little spot she craved his kisses on.
"Bellamy!" Clarke shouted.
"I want to taste every inch of you," he explained and Clarke's head moved to one side, giving him an ice-cold look.
"You did; even some I didn't know I had," she protested.
"When I'm done, I promise you it would be worth the wait," he said and she was sure he was right, but every inch of her body hurt with desire. She needed him there…THERE…and she needed him there right now.
After a few more minute of tease, his lips finally closed over her rosy buddle of nerves, his tongue pushing against it, making her head spin round and round. He sucked on it and she let out a deep cry of pure ecstasy.
His hands were now placed on each side of her thighs holding her legs apart, softly caressing her sensitive flesh by going up and down.
At one point he pressed his thumb over her clit and she wondered why. The wonder lasted for about two seconds, that's how long it took him to push the tip of his tongue inside her folds. He started moving it in and out with a speed Clarke thought couldn't possibly be human. It felt incredible, but she wanted more…she needed more.
"God dammit, Bellamy…stop torturing me; I need you!" she yelled, but he pretended not to hear her.
He stopped and Clarke thought she would finally get what she was craving, him, inside her…but that's not what happened.
He flattened his tongue and licked her core up and down a few times before slipping one finger inside her wetness. In that moment Clarke was sure she invented a few new cursing words.
"Oh my…" she uttered once he started moving his finger inside.
He added a second finger and his miracle tongue found her clit again, making her sing for him. Her body writhe beneath him. Damn him and his big hands and long fingers, she thought as a guttural moan escaped her throat. Clarke was pulling and pushing her hands inside the belt and she was sure she would get a few 'beautiful' bruises around her wrists, but right now it didn't seem important. All she wanted was to free her hands, pull Bellamy's pants off him and have him deep inside her. She'd felt him against her when she'd been seated in his lap. She knew he was big and hard and just what she needed.
His fingers weren't going in and out anymore, more like up and down, curled inside her, hitting her 'holy' spot…her heart started beating its way out of her rib cage. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she could feel her muscles tighten around his fingers as her release was getting closer and closer.
"Bellamy…please don't…please don't…don't…"
"Don't what?" he asked seeing she wasn't finishing her sentence.
"Please…don't stop!" she begged.
"I wasn't planning to," he said raising himself a few centimetres and nibbling at her breasts.
Her contact with reality just got cut off and she was now on a land of her own. A land with no name, no pain, and no regret, only pleasure.
"Are you ok?" he asked as soon as she came back from her high cloud of bliss.
"Cocky much?" she asked.
"You almost passed out, I think it's justified," he said with a smirk knowing exactly how much pleasure he just gave her. Bellamy Blake had his insecurities for sure, sex however, was not one of them. He had lost his virginity at the early age of fifteen. He had liked sex. Sex was the only time he allowed himself to be in the moment. For a few minutes, he wasn't a big brother, he wasn't a guard; for a few minutes he was free. Just him and the woman in his arms. Sex was something he was naturally good at and he'll be dammed if he apologized for it.
"Can you untie me now?" Clarke asked bringing him back from his thoughts.
"Only if you promise to be a good girl," he conditioned.
"What about if I promise you I won't…" she said with a smirk in the corner of her mouth.
"Well then, let's get this thing off," he said untying the belt.
As soon as her hands were free, she pulled herself in a sitting position and pushed him flat against the mattress.
"My turn," she said with a big smile.
She lowered herself above him and passed her tongue over the line that separated his lips. As she predicted, he immediately opened his mouth and she let her slippery tongue explore inside.
Bellamy let out a guttural moan and buried his fingers in her silky hair, pulling slightly to the right to get better access to her sweet mouth. She tasted too good for words…like apples with a hint of mint.
Clarke pressed her middle against his, brushing her pubic bone against the bulge in his pants and she let out a soft moan.
He placed one hand on her ass and the other on her back and pressed her against himself and Clarke had to literally force herself to stop the kiss for pure need of oxygen.
Her hand cupped his face and she pressed one last kiss on his lips before going down south on his perfect jawline, his perfect neck, his perfect shoulders, his perfect chest, all the way to his perfect abs. She opened the zipper of his jeans and used her nails to tease him even more, by brushing them slightly over his length, through his boxers.
When she finally 'set it free', her eyes opened wide and she let out an appreciative moan.
"See something you like Miss. Griffin?" he asked. "You don't have to answer that, it's all over your face…"
"God, you do have a big ego."
"My ego is not the only thing that's big," he said and winked at her.
She pulled his pants all the way off him, along with his underwear and took his dick in her right hand; her trembling fingers closing around it. With the tip of her tongue she played with the head for a minute or two, just teasing him before taking it into her warm mouth.
"Yes…" Bellamy mumbled and his aroused voice gave her courage. Soon she started going up and down, her lips firmly around his erection. She took him in as deep as she could and he cried out her name.
"Aren't you a little minx," he said pulling her over him. In one smooth move he turned them over and he was once again on top. She could feel the tip of his dick at her entrance and she bit her lip in anticipation.
"Why did you stop?" she asked.
"Just…" he frowned. "Not sure this is real," he said after a long pause.
Clarke smiled at him, she stretched out her hand to cup his face. "It's real. I am real," she said, pulling his head down to kiss him once more.
A few moments later he was inside her and Clarke felt him in every fibre of her body. He was holding her hips, his thrusts growing deeper and deeper with every move. She dug her nails in his shoulders and crossed her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She wanted it all…all he could give…all he was…
"Bellamy…oh God…"
"Just let go Clarke!" he whispered.
"Only if you follow," she said.
"I will always follow you," he nearly growled. "To the end of the world," he added. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing, nibbling, licking, until Clarke couldn't take it anymore. She came hard, her whole body twisting and clenching around him and he followed her, just like he promised.