Chapter 22
Clarke stood on the shore looking out at Bellamy who was waist-deep in lake water.
"The baby doesn't like the cold." Clarke tried to worm her way out of a swim.
Bellamy smirked at her, "That's funny because when you wanted to go for ice cream at 2 in the morning the baby was there to back you up."
Clarke shrugged, "Don't get bitter just cause he's already a mama's boy."
"Oh, I'm not bitter." Bellamy was slowly making his way closer.
Clarke smiled, watching Bellamy get closer, when he was in arms reach Clarke shouted "Catch." and jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his shoulders.
"Shit." Bellamy caught her but stumbled back a couple of steps.
"Good catch." Octavia chuckled, along with Monty, Jasper and Harper.
Bellamy tossed her a sarcastic smile, walking backwards into the water. It was a little cold, but it's what should be expected at the start of summer.
"Okie I think that's deep enough," Clarke said while trying to climb higher up Bellamy's body, only made harder by her belly. Which at 5 months was pretty big.
Bellamy paused for a minute as if in thought, "Hum I don't like so, the baby says go deeper."
"How would you know?"
"The same way you just knew he needed ice cream last night." Bellamy tightened his hold on Clarke and took a deep breath.
"No what Be-" She was cut off as the two disappeared below the waterline.
Octavia laughed, "It took her 3 tries to get that braid the way she liked it, she's going to kill him."
Jasper grabbed the water football and headed in, "Holy shit." he gasped, the cold water reaching and shirking his balls. "Come on Tavia."
"Yeah, I don't think so."
Bellamy popped out of the water, Clarke still in his arms. Instead of getting mad though she was laughing, it was a good sound to hear after so long. She was having fun.
"Jasper, toss the rock," Monty said mockingly, running into the water.
The boys played with the ball, throwing it away too high or too far to the side so the other would have to go diving for it. Most of the time missing the ball but getting a mouth full of lake water.
"I'm liking this colour on you," Bellamy muttered to Clarke while he held her in front of him, his legs still around his waist.
Clarke looked down at her one size too small bikini top, "It's almost as bad as that one I wore the first time we came to this lake together.
With a scrunched brow, Bellamy innocently said, "I don't remember there being anything wrong with your bathing suit."
"Oh no? I guess that had nothing to do with nearly everything falling out of it all morning long."
"Nothing," Bellamy confirmed smiling. "How are you feeling today?"
Clarke shook her head, "Today is supposed to be fun with our friends, don't get all serious on me now."
Bellamy gave her a tender kiss on the lips, "Fine." He muttered taking another deep breath he jumped, this time throwing their bodies sideways.
They all played around in the water for a while, until Clarke decided to dry off and lay with Octavia and Harper while Bellamy played a bit with the boys.
"How's my nephew?" Octavia asked, taking out her earbuds so she could talk with Clarke.
Clarke contentiously wrapped herself in a towel, covering her belly. "He's doing alright, almost drowned out there with his father. But other than that."
Both girls smiled at the joke. "I'm glad. Bellamy's really happy, I can tell."
"Yeah so can I." Clarke smiled, looking at him playing around in the water.
In a couple of years, they could be right back here. Throwing around a football with their kid.
"It also means he'll be staying in town a lot longer." Octavia chattered on.
"What do you mean?" Clarke asked.
Octavia sighed, "Bellamy loves his job. It gave him everything, when he met you I thought he'd stick around for a while. In the end, you were on the mission, even when he was home he was working. With this baby, who knows, he might actually stick around for a couple of years. If I'm honest I'm surprised he even left a couple of months back."
Clarke shrugged, "I didn't give him much of a choice. I practically had to beg to get him out the door that night."
"I'd believe that." Harper chimed in. "I truly wouldn't be surprised if you told me you had to force him out at the gunpoint."
I could have if he hadn't taken my gun, Clarke thought to herself.
Octavia nodded, "I know my brother, nothing is ever going to drag him away from you and little Nate ever again. A family is all he's ever really wanted."
Clarke looked over at her baby's aunt. "You're his family O."
"Not anymore." She wasn't sad, it was just the facts.
Clarke learned into her for a side hug, "Always. I'm one of the outs with the different last name." She teased. "It's going to be three Blake's against one Griffin."
"At least if you ever get too ganged up on you can set yourself on fire and rise from your own ashes." Harper offered.
"HAHA." Clarke rolled her eyes.
Octavia waved her hand around, "Please I'd be surprised if my brother doesn't already have a ring picked out."
"Excuse me!?" Clarke asked, if she'd been drinking she would have to spit it out.
"Oh please, don't act all innocent. It's not like things aren't heading that way."
"We're having a baby." Clarke and Bellamy hadn't even talked about marriage, hell they hadn't talked about having a baby.
"So you're doing it a little out of order, you're in your early 20's, you have time. Plus long engagements are in."
Laying back on the group of blankets spread out underneath her, Clarke disengaged from the conversation and watched the clouds. She found herself wondering if her dad, mom and Miller were watching them from up there. Along with the men that she got killed, their faces take shape in the clouds.
"Think any harder Princess and your head will explode." Bellamy's voice brings Clarke from her thoughts.
When he'd come out of the water for a drink, Bellamy had noticed the blank look on Clarke's face. While it didn't come often anymore when the dark thoughts did come he liked to shew them away as quickly as possible.
She smiled at him, though it wasn't quite there in her eyes, he would take it.
"Then there will be nowhere for me to put my crown."
"Pity." He handed her a drink as well. "It's hot out, you should keep hydrated."
Clarke took the drink but rolled her eyes, Clarke hadn't fainted again since they found out the sex of the baby. While it wasn't they should be seriously worried about happening again. In Bellamy's words it already happened 'again' he was going to try and prevent a third.
So she let him give her extra water and make sure she eats a good breakfast to start her day right. Normal things that she would do on her own anyway.
"You know what?" Jasper told them all, coming out of the water with Monty in tow. "We should go out tonight, it's been forever since we've done that as a group."
Bellamy and Octavia shot him both a look that said he was an idiot.
Octavia spoke up, "Last time we all went out drinking, Clarke disappeared for months."
"I think that's a great idea." Clarke helped him out.
She was the next one to get 'are you stupid' looks from the Blake's.
"See!" Jasper shouted excitedly. "Don't worry Clarke, your waters are on me."
She shook her head, "Thanks, Jasper."
"That's not a good idea," Octavia said, trying to convey something to Clarke thought looks.
Clarke squinted her eyes back at her best friend, telling her just to come out and say it.
"I'm with O. Clarke you're pregnant." Clarke raised an eyebrow at him as if to say 'and?'. "All you're going to do is get knocked around in there."
"You worry too much." She told me, then looked to Jasper. "Pick us up at 9."
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"You're really going to do this?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Clarke argued back. "You're the one who keeps saying I need to take care of myself. Having a fun night with friends is how I'm doing that."
"It's a bar, Clarke."
"I know Bellamy, I'm not stupid," Clarke said from inside the bathroom where she was getting dressed.
"What the hell are you doing in there?" Bellamy huffed in frustration through the door.
"Getting dressed."
That statement confused him as they looked around their perfectly good bedroom.
"You could have done that out here."
"No, I couldn't have, because then you would have seen how long it's taking me to try and get this dress on and then you would use that as another reason why I shouldn't be going out at 5 months pregnant."
Bellamy didn't reply, they both knew it was true, earlier she asked jasper if her shoes were tied because she didn't want to bend around her belly to check herself. He'd said that anyone who cannot see their own shoes should not be going clubbing.
Which caused Clarke to say he had a hate-on against fat people and how body shaming was not something she'd ever thought he would do. Which left him without anything to say.
"Get out here and let me help before you hurt yourself."
"The dress is already on, Now I'm painting my toenails. Which I can still do by the way, even if I'm fat."
Bellamy sighed, leaning his back against the door. "I didn't call you fat. I just meant- this is stupid. I don't want you going."
"Well tough, you don't like it stay home."
"That's not happening."
"Then just accept that it is happening. Most likely for the last time, for a while at least."
"Amen for that." Clarke was beautiful whether she knew it or not, the last time they drank out he had to punch Finn for being all over her. Finn wasn't however the only one who noticed the sexy curves Clarke had been blessed with.
Bellamy got to watch as many guys' eyes dragged over her, not only at bars. Anytime they went anywhere, he would always catch someone's eyes on her.
Bellamy's heart a grunt come from the bathroom as Clarke got to her feet, seconds later the door opened and Bellamy couldn't help but look at her. She was beautiful on her own but that belly just doubled it.
"It looks okay right?" Clarke asked trying to get a look at the back of the dress.
He sighed, "You look beautiful.
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When Jasper, Monty, Octavia and Harper pulled up. Clarke started second-guessing her choices, this ride was always a tight fit when she wasn't carrying around a baby.
"Hop in Clarke, mama gets the front seat," Octavia said while climbing into the back.
Bellamy climbed into the back, once he was settled Octavia dropped into his lap, telling him to get cozy. Once they were all in Jasper took off down the street, headed toward the center of town.
"Woah there are a lot of people out tonight," Clarke noted as they, drove around back to park.
Monty nodded, "There is some kind of convention in town. Something to do with vets or maybe it was pet owners. I don't know."
As they walked, Octavia rushed ahead of Bellamy so she could link arms with Clarke.
"This wasn't such a good idea Clarke," Octavia whispered.
"Is this because Bellamy told you about the fainting spell I had at the last doctors' visit. It was a one-time thing."
"Look, you look hot on a regular basis. Don't roll your eyes, it's true Clarke. Your curves are killer. But now you are pregnant and guess what, it somehow has made you even hotter. When we went to the supermarket the other day, even when Bellamy put his arm around you, the guy still checked you out."
"I can't control other people Octavia." Clarke snapped a little defensively.
"I know. I'm just saying keep as low a profile as you can tonight. For my brother's sake."
Clarke looked back at Bellamy who was looking around as if he was checking the surrounding area. Looking back at Octavia she nodded.
Once inside the girls and Bellamy found both to claim for the night, while Jasper and Monty were at the bar ordering a tray of drinks. Clarke noticed Bellamy relax a bit once they'd made it through the crowd and were in their own space.
"Damn that DJ knows what he's doing tonight," Harper commented, throwing her jacket into the booth before sliding in beside Octavia.
Clarke nodded, resting her hand on Bellamy's thigh. "You okay?"
He looked down at her and just gave a little nod, Clarke tilted her head at him. Bellamy didn't want to be there, she knew that but she hopped once the night got going and he had a beer or two he'd settle.
"Drinks my ladies. And water for my godson." Jasper announced, sliding in beside Bellamy.
To everyone's delight, Monty wasn't close enough to hear Jasper's comment, no doubt preventing an all-out dance battle.
"I'm not looking forward to classes in the fall." Octavia moaned. "My boyfriend has graduated, there is nothing left for me there."
Bellamy glared at her, "An education is there for you."
Rolling her eye at her older brother, Octavia dramatically added. "It's not the same if we can't-"
Bellamy raised his eyebrows dropping his glass onto the hardwood table, with a clunk. "I dare you to finish that sentence."
"I'm not a nun Bellamy." Octavia simply said.
"I'm so happy we're not having a girl." Bellamy told Clarke, still feeling a little sick from his sisters 'school activities'.
Clarke smiled, "Ha! It could have been a leg." The baby was still small, though Clarke was certain their baby had a penis.
Bellamy's head snapped to her, "That's not funny."
She smiled, "It's kinda funny."
When the songs switched and Akon came over the speakers, Octavia jumped up and pulled Clarke after her to the dance floor. The girls danced around and sang, Clarke was never more grateful that her swollen feet couldn't fit into heels and she had to wear sneakers.
Jasper joined them a couple of songs later, saying that they should start a conga line. After the girls shut him down he settled for just dancing like the crazy fool he was.
Bellamy watched as guys came and danced around the girls, but after they showed no interest they would move on. At one point he saw Clarke and Octavia disappear deeper into the crowd. He started to worry until he saw them resurface near the bathrooms. With how much his sister had, had to drink and Clarke being pregnant, they were the perfect bathroom buddies.
"So are you getting excited?" Harper asked him. "You guys have about 4 months left to go."
"I'll just be happy if I make it through the next four months." He told her truthfully.
Bellamy looked down feeling Harper's hand on his arm, "They're both happy and healthy, don't worry too much. You'll have plenty of worrying to do once the baby comes."
Bellamy smiled at her before turning back to look at the dance floor, Clarke and Octavia were back and ready for more dancing. Once they got to the hour mark, Clarke came back to the booth.
"You doing okay." He asked her, sliding her some water.
She nodded while sipping from her cup. After a couple of minutes, Clarke leaned up to yell in his ear "I need to go outside."
Bellamy looked at her, noticing her hair was damp with sweat despite her being sitting for the past 20 minutes. He nodded, grabbing her hand and safely guiding her through the dance floor.
Once they got outside Clarke raised her hands over her head, loving the cool air that hit her body.
"Maybe you should sit down," Bellamy said from right behind her.
Clarke shook her head turning around. "Nope just needed some cool air." Bellamy looked at her.
After a moment of thinking, Clarke took her phone out and sent a text to Octavia. Once she replied, Clarke took Bellamy's hands and pulled him across the street to the little park with benches and twinkly lights hanging from the trees.
"If you're ready to go home I can call us a cab," Bellamy said, not quite sure what they were doing.
"Sit with me," Clarke told him softly, taking a seat on the wooden bench.
He did what she asked, angling his body as she was facing her. Clarke Smiled up at him thoughtfully, seeing the worry lines on his forehead.
"I love you."
It wasn't that they hadn't said it before, but in this context, Bellamy was a little surprised to hear it. But it only took him a second to come back with "I love you too.".
Clarke nodded, "When we love people, we want to do everything we can to make sure we can keep loving them as long as possible." Bellamy stayed silent, not sure where she was going with this. "When we love someone, sometimes we can get lost in the feeling and stop living for ourselves."
"Okay." Bellamy offered, still feeling lost.
"Since you found out about my problems and since that day we found out we were having a boy, you've been on top of everything. I honestly don't know how you do it, I'd be exhausted. You do it because you love us, and you don't want anything bad to happen to us." Bellamy nodded. "It's okay to be worried about that stuff. I just feel like maybe there is something else going on."
"You almost died in my arms," Bellamy admitted. "More than once I thought you were going to die."
"Okay." Clarke put her hand on his thigh, but Bellamy stood up.
"You looked the same way you did when we killed Pike and before when you were poisoned when you fainted in the clinic. You were, god Clarke you were bleeding. I thought something was seriously wrong with you." Bellamy came back to her dropping to his knees and taking her hands in his. "You pretend like everything is okay, like none of it even happened." He sounded mad. "I'm always going to worry about you, I can't just turn that off. This is it, Clarke." Bellamy pressed their hands to her stomach. "It's everything and I almost didn't have that. It could have been taken from me so many times this past two years."
"I'm right here," Clarke whispered.
Bellamy shook his head, his breaths were shaky. Like Clarke, Bellamy never really knew his father and after his mother died he was left with Octavia. The fear of losing people was sadly something they both knew too well.
Clarke felt Bellamy's warm hand wrap around her calf and he pulled her forward so her butt rested on the edge of the bench. Clarke gasped, the blonde's arms flying out holding the bench to keep her from falling back.
"Bellamy?"
He remained quiet, his hands rubbing up and down her bare legs, his eye seemed to be locked in on her stomach. Clarke sucked in a breath when his lips brushed her knee.
Clarke hadn't known that Bellamy had his phone to his ear until he started talking into it. His warm breath reached her thigh, as he called them a cab. Clarke watched him, slid his phone away after instructing the cab driver to meet them two blocks over.
"Come on." He stood, pulling her up by her hands and keeping her close.
"Bellamy?"
With her held in front of him, he muttered, "I want to take you home." Causing her to shiver.
Not arguing with him, Clarke walked with him. Always feeling his hands sliding around her body as they moved.
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The cab ride was torture for Clarke, she tried to ask Bellamy if he was alright. Keeping her voice low so the driver couldn't hear them. But he never answered, he'd kiss her shoulder, cheek, top of her head, his hands still moving around her body. As if his big confession at the park he just shut down.
When they got back to the apartment, Clarke let Bellamy pull her inside. The locks on the door were being turned at the same time the door was shut.
"Bellamy." Clarke tried again, thinking now that they were in their own home, he might open back up.
With that not being the case, Clarke kicked off her sneakers. Bellamy moved in behind her, body pressed to hers, hands at her hips, breath on her neck.
"Arms up." He muttered into her ear.
Clarke shivered, she tried to turn around to face him, wanting to talk more. Instead, Bellamy's hands kept her facing away as if to once again tell her to raise her arms, his hands slid down to grab the end of her dress.
He waited patiently, kissing her shoulder like some kind of reward when she finally raised her arms for him. In a smooth motion, Clarke's dress was pulled from her body.
Clarke knew where this was leading, while she wanted to talk with him some more she didn't. Last week when she needed sex to feel something, to feel close to him, Bellamy didn't think twice about giving her what she wanted. Even though he'd known she'd been sneaking off to her father's grave at night. Now it was her turn to give him the human connection he needed.
(M for the rest of the chapter... This one is intense ya'll)
So Clarke stood facing the wall, as Bellamy dropped her dress to the floor. His hands didn't touch her, the next thing to make contact with her was his nose. It landed on her shoulder and as he inhaled, his nose slid to the juncture where her next and shoulder meet.
His lips connected next, his tongue sliding out to lick her pulse. His hands, caressed her back, following her spine up to her bra clasp. With a quick movement, it was undone and Bellamy was guiding the thin straps down her arms.
Clarke couldn't head it, but she felt Bellamy's presence get lower to the ground. Her thoughts were only proven when she felt his lips kiss her right above her panties. With his strong fingers, he pulled the lace from her body. Clarke stepped out of the cloth, kicking it slightly.
Hands returning to her hips, Bellamy pushed at them until Clarke had to move her feet to turn in his direction. The blonde looked down at him but Bellamy's face was half obscured by her belly. So she closed her eyes and felt.
She felt Bellamy rest his forehead on the underside of her stomach, leaving his nose level with the top of her slit. Moving his chin forward he kissed her as he once again inhaled.
Clarke squirmed slightly, while Bellamy was all about exploring her body, this was a little weird. It felt like he was trying to prove to himself that she was all still here and his. Clarke pushed aside the weirdness. Raising her hand, Clarke slid her fingers into Bellamy's curls. Bellamy's handheld her wrist, after a short lick, he removed his head from her and brought his lips to her wrist.
Tears swam in Clarke's eyes at how tender he was being.
Both Bellamy's hands slid over Clarke's ass, when they reached where the back of her panties would usually rest, they pushed her hips forward. His tongue slid back along her clit.
They stood at the main entrance of their apartment like this. Bellamy on his knees, fully clothed, in front of the bare women carrying his baby.
When Clarke's legs began to tremble as her stomach tightened. Bellamy pulled away, with a hum. Then as if he couldn't help himself he went in for just one more lick, kissing her swollen clit before standing.
Through hooded eyes, Clarke just looked at him and he looked back. Bellamy's eyes sparkled with something Clarke didn't know if she'd ever seen the emotions he was revealing to her right now.
Clarke's eyes fluttered shut when Bellamy's unannounced finger circled at her clit, Clarke's head fell back connecting with the wall she hadn't realized Bellamy had backed her up too.
Bellamy's teeth grazed and nipped at her jawline, his finger moving so slowly against her clit Clarke couldn't help but roll her hips. Bellamy praised her again with another kiss on her shoulder.
Clarke let out what sounded like a sob when Bellamy pulled away from her. But for the first time that night, he pressed his lips to hers, taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom. Removing his shirt from his body and sliding his pants and boxers down his legs, Bellamy laid on the bed, he pulled Clarke with him.
His cock was hard against his stomach, throbbing for her but he wasn't ready to be inside her yet. So he pulled her over him, making sure Clarke was in the right position. When she was where he wanted her, Bellamy pressed her hips down until she was sitting on him. His cock between her slick lips.
Clarke look down at Bellamy questioningly, but his eyes were on where they met.
"Roll your hips baby." He told her softly.
Clarke did as he asked, her orgasm had been building for the past 12 minutes. With her hands on his upper stomach, she started rolling her hips, against him. Coating his cock in her warm juices. Bellamy's hands still on her hips, held her down never allowing the friction to lessen.
He listened while she whimpered above him, her pleasure so close. Her eyes fluttering and it was exactly what he wanted. When her body started to tremble as she neared her end, Clarke's eyes locked with his and he moved his head a near inch in a nod and it did her in.
As she froze her body tensing as she came, Bellamy rolled his hips up into her, the head of his cock bumping her clit with each movement. Bellamy nearly came himself when as a result of his movements, his name escaped from Clarke's lips in a strangled sob.
Bellamy didn't stop his movements until one of Clarke's hands moved to cover his. Bellamy knew she was telling him it was too much. Halting his movements, Bellamy pushed her hips back until she was sitting on his thighs, stopping the stimulation to her clit.
With one of his hands still in Clarke's, he sat up when she tugged him toward her. These lips met from the second time that night, her arms around his shoulders and his resting on her knees. When the trembling in Clarke's body slowly came to a stop and her slow sloppy kisses picked up speed, Bellamy knew she was telling him she was ready to keep going.
Clarke's body was lit up, all nerves were all attention. Her brain moved a little slower than her body. It wasn't till she heard the sharp buzzing sound that her brain finally came around to the moment.
The silence, Bellamy relying mostly on touch to tell her what he wanted from her. The way he nodded right before she came like he was giving her permission, telling her silently that that's what he wanted her to do. He was in control.
Dominant Bellamy wasn't someone who came out to play often. Clarke had only experienced him once before. While they were apart, the night Bellamy had taken her on a tarp, 15 feet from a dead guy. He'd controlled her then when he didn't have control anywhere else.
He can't stop her from working and going out or keep anything from happening to the baby if fate decided that they were never meant to have one. He couldn't control being sent away on a mission, being kept away from his family for three months. Since he'd been back he'd been fighting for control, having things uncontrollable happen to him. Bellamy couldn't gain enough ground to center himself, so he was going that now, with her.
Standing her up, Bellamy walked her over to the cozy chair they had in the corner of their room.
Once again without a word Bellamy turned Clarke so she was facing away from him. When she'd been small enough, they were able to be chest to chest when they needed to be closer to each other. Now they had to do it, Clarke's back to Bellamy's front to be physically closer.
An arm wrapped under her chest Bellamy raised Clarke so his cock could stand tall under her. Following his silent direction, Clarke sank onto Bellamy. Her legs were on either side of his knees, as they sat on the edge of the chair. Clarke felt a little unbalanced, her toes only barely reaching the floor. But it wasn't an issue.
Clarke felt so full as Bellamy pressed her hips down till she took all of him inside her. Leaning back closing the little space between him and the back of the chair, Bellamy brought Clarke with him.
Buzz as Bellamy turned the finger vibrator back on, Clarke's core tightened at the sound.
"Relax." He muttered into her shoulder.
The whole night his voice not raised higher than a whisper. Taking a breath Clarke let her shoulders relax, and her head falls back into Bellamy's shoulder. The buzzing continued as Bellamy moved his right hand up and down Clarke's right thigh. The vibrator attached to his middle finger intensifies his actions.
Bellamy watched his hand from over his shoulder, as he moved the vibrator over Clarke's body. Her sides, her breasts, her inner thighs. Every time her walls tightened around him he rolled his hips up into her. Bellamy knew she was full, if there was any more for Clarke to take she wouldn't have been able to.
With her feet no longer able to reach the ground from where she was leaning, a move Bellamy made consciously no doubt, Clarke couldn't get any friction.
When Bellamy moved his hand back down her body, he turned off the vibrator and rested his palm, cupping her sex. Clarke held her breath, waiting for Bellamy to make his move.
"You're everything." He sighed into her neck. "You and Nate. You're exactly what I want."
Clarke's head dropped back further onto his shoulder.
"This what you want?" He teased, letting his middle finger part her lips and lay on her pulsing clit. "Princess?"
Clarke barely nodded and Bellamy rolled his hips and turned on the vibrator. If Clarke didn't know better she'd think her brain liquefied. Her back arched away from his chest, her hand flying down to grab him but he didn't let her pull him away.
There was no more being quiet and controlled, Clarke practically screamed at the sensation. She came as the first vibration annihilated the nerves in her clit and just kept coming.
Bellamy moved his hips at a quick pace, sliding halfway out before filling her up again. His hand still cupping her sex while his middle finger keeps even pressure on her bundle of nerves.
Clarke was squirming in his lap, her whole body twitching. Her lips open as gibberish fell from her mouth, his name, curse worlds and some words he couldn't make out. He came as his name slipped from her lips, his thrusts, turned to jerks and then settled into slow hip rolls.
"No more." Clarke slurred.
Bellamy listened and turned off the vibrator, but kept his hand protectively over her sex. His left hand soothingly massaged her thigh as her body continued to twitch.
Bellamy smiled when Clarke breathlessly giggled. Even with her jello arms, she managed to pull his hand from her sex and bring it to her stomach, where their baby was rolling around.
It brought tears to his eyes as they sat together, both felt their son moving around.
Clarke managed to roll her head to the side, her lips pressing a kiss to Bellamy's cheekbone.
With her lips at his ear, she whispered, "You're our everything too."