She wakes up in Bellamy's bed again, and he's there beside her this time, still fast asleep. She watches him for a moment, a small smile playing on her lips. She remembers her fight with Wells and waits for the wave of guilt to hit her. But it never comes. She's not sure what that means.

"Are you watching me sleep?" Bellamy murmurs, not opening his eyes. Clarke grins.

"No."

Bellamy opens one eye and Clarke grins wider. Bellamy opens his other eye and stretches while Clarke admires his muscles.

"I'm surprised you're still here," Bellamy says.

"I'm not ready to face the music yet."

"You're going to tell him?" Bellamy says, surprised.

"Of course not," Clarke scoffs. "But we had a fight and I overreacted and he'll want to know where I've been. He's probably called me like seven hundred times."

Bellamy clenches his jaw. "He loves you."

"Yeah. And I love him too, but…" she glances at Bellamy, chewing her lip. "I don't want to stop this." Bellamy frowns. "What? You're not feeling bad, are you?"

Bellamy shakes his head. "I don't want to stop either. I'm sure you know what you're doing."

Clarke thinks there's a warning in there somewhere, but she doesn't stop to dwell on it.

"We should probably talk about all the irresponsible unprotected sex we've been having," Clarke says. Bellamy looks panicked for a second. Clarke snorts at his worried expression. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill. I've only been with Wells since I last got tested so I'm pretty sure I'm clean but we should probably both get tested anyway."

"Yeah," Bellamy agrees, relieved.

"And then we can have all the unprotected sex you like," Clarke grins. "As long as you're using a condom with anyone else you're sleeping with."

He rolls his eyes. "Clarke, I'm not—" he stops.

"Not what?"

"I'm not… an idiot. I know when to use a condom."

"Good." She leans over to kiss him, barely registering what she's doing. "I have to get back to Wells. I'll just say I crashed here because it's the last place he'd look for me. He won't suspect anything."

Bellamy nods but doesn't say anything, and Clarke makes her way back to her own apartment.

Wells is relieved to find her home in one piece, and she apologises for overreacting and he apologises for calling her crazy. She tells him she went to Bellamy's and slept on his couch and Wells buys it.

"I called everyone and he was the only one who didn't pick up, so I figured you were there," Wells shrugs.

"So, I guess everyone knows we had a fight then?"

"Sorry," Wells says sheepishly. "I was worried."

"I know, babe," Clarke sighs, pulling him into a hug.

"I love you."

"I know."

Over the next couple of weeks, Clarke spends most of her time thinking about Bellamy. Trying to come up with ways she can see him, be alone with him. But the thing is, she and Bellamy have never even really been friends, and she fears that if she starts spending more time with him, Wells will get suspicious.

She can't skip out on time with Wells to spend time with Bellamy. She can't sneak off in the middle of the night in case Wells wakes up and finds her gone. She can't use any of her other friends as an excuse because it might get back to Wells that she lied. She doesn't even want to message Bellamy in case by some chance Wells happens to look at her phone. So she has to make do with fantasies of Bellamy. And it's so not enough.

When Wells tells her he has to go away for a week on a business trip, she tries not to seem too excited. He's expecting her to miss him. To be sad that he's going. Or annoyed, even. But all she can think about is having the place to herself, being able to fuck Bellamy in her own bed. Not having to worry about Wells wondering where she is when she's with Bellamy.

But she pretends to be a little disappointed she won't see him for a week, and she helps him pack his bag, and as soon as he's on the plane she calls Bellamy. He picks up almost immediately.

"Clarke," he says. Just the sound of his voice makes her shiver.

"What are you doing tonight?" she asks.

"No plans."

"Wells is out of town for a week."

"And?"

Clarke huffs. "And I want you to come over and fuck me. All night, every night."

Bellamy pauses. "I'll be over at seven," he says. And then he hangs up.

Clarke can't stop thinking about it all day. She can't focus on her work, thoughts to consumed by Bellamy and the things she wants him to do to her. She misses his cock inside her, the rough way he fucks her, the dirty things he says to her. When she goes to the bathroom at 10am her panties are already soaked.

On a whim, she goes lingerie shopping on her lunchbreak and buys the sexiest thing she can find. She's going to fucking blow him and his mind tonight.

She takes an hour and a half to get ready that night. Honestly, she doesn't even know why she's trying so hard. It's not like this is the first time they've fucked. But she shaves everything, puts on make-up, even does her hair a little bit. She puts on a silky robe over the scraps of lace she's got on, and at exactly 7pm, Bellamy rings the buzzer and she lets him up.

He smirks when he sees what she's wearing, the robe hanging off one shoulder to reveal a bare shoulder. He has a bag and a bottle of wine with him.

"Someone got dressed up for me," he says. He reaches for the robe and pulls it open, giving her body an appraising look. Clarke lets the robe fall off her other shoulder and to the floor. The lingerie she bought doesn't cover much. Her nipples are visible and so is most of her cunt.

"Do you like it?" she asks, her voice low. Bellamy nods approvingly, his eyes dark with want.

"Where should I put this?" he asks, holding up the wine. Clarke takes it from him and leads him to the kitchen, putting the wine on the counter. She likes wine, but she's hoping they won't have time for that.

"And this?" Bellamy gestures to his bag. God, he's really going to stay all week. Clarke can't wait.

"Bedroom," she says, leading him there. She glances behind as he follows, and his eyes are glued to her ass, almost completely bare, apart from a tiny strip of lace.

They reach the bedroom and Bellamy dumps his bag on the floor. Clarke watches him, waiting patiently for him to grab her and fuck her into oblivion. Instead, he wanders around the room, looking around like it's up for sale.

He reaches the window, where there's a long seat covered in cushions.

"Has Wells ever fucked you here?" he asks.

Clarke shakes her head.

"Why not?"

"It's in front of the window," Clarke swallows. "People can see in."

Bellamy smirks. "I guess he doesn't like that," Bellamy says. "Because I know you do."

"I didn't know you were interested in Wells's kinks," she quips back, though she's blushing at his words.

He raises an eyebrow. "I don't believe he has any," he says. "You on the other hand. You have plenty. And I want to find out every single one of them."

Clarke nods, biting her lip. She wants that too.

"Come here," Bellamy says. The timbre of his voice has her pussy throbbing. She does as he asks, and he grabs her as soon as she's close enough, bringing his mouth down on hers. He grabs her ass and she gives a squeak of surprise.

"You want me to fuck you in front of this window? So all your neighbours can see?" he asks her.

"Yes," Clarke murmurs. His hand slides down between her legs, stroking her there.

"You're so wet already," he says, pleased.

"I've been wet all day," Clarke tells him. "I've been thinking about you. I bought this just for you."

Bellamy kisses her again, still stroking her between her legs. "Seems a shame to take it off," he says. "But I need to see those pretty tits."

His arms reach around her, fiddling with the clasp until he successfully gets it undone, and swiftly throws her bra to the floor. Then his mouth is on her nipple, sucking hard, and he backs her against the window seat, popping her nipple out of his mouth as he pushes her down onto it. He falls to his knees in front of her, spreading her legs. He drags her thong down her thighs throws it aside, leaving her pussy naked to his eye.

"I've missed this pussy," he growls. He presses a kiss on her inner thigh, and Clarke feels a surge of wetness between her legs, anticipating his next move. "When was the last time you got fucked properly, hm?"

"When you fucked me last," Clarke tells him.

Bellamy nods. "I thought so." He kisses her again, higher up her thigh. He sucks her skin between his teeth and she whimpers. Her hands find their way into his hair, fingers twining into his curls.

"Bell," she says, the anticipation killing her. "Fuck me, please fuck me."

She's desperate for it, and he's barely even touched her. She needs his cock so badly.

"Face the window," he tells her, and Clarke scrambles to her knees, turning to face the window, while he undresses behind her. She can see out perfectly. She's done plenty of people watching from here, and she knows people can see in. She gets a thrill knowing that if someone looked up now, or over from an apartment across the street, they'd see her fully naked, about to be fucked from behind.

She sticks her ass out for him, and he trails his fingers along her dripping wet slit. Clarke whines, and her walls clench, desperate for something inside her.

"You want it, Princess?" Bellamy asks. He presses the tip of his hard cock against her entrance, and Clarke's insides lurch. She presses her hands against the window to steady herself.

"I want it so bad," she tells him.

"Let's give them a show, huh?" he purrs, and he presses into her, making her groan. Fuck, she'd forgotten how big he is. But he feels so good, filling her up. She knows it won't take her long to come.

Bellamy grips her hips, and he finally gives her what she wants, driving into her hard and fast. She can feel her tits jiggling obscenely, and she wonders if anyone can see her. The thought nearly sends her over the edge.

"How about I play with your asshole?" Bellamy grunts, and Clarke whimpers, suddenly desperate for just that. "Would you like that?"

"Oh my god," she moans. "Yes. Yes."

She feels a finger probe at her ass, still wet from her pussy, and she gasps as he pushes it inside her, still fucking her pussy, though a little slower now. Her head spins, and she moans loudly. God, the whole situation is so wrong, and it only turns her on more. Her boyfriend is out of town and she's in their bedroom, being fucked and fingered by another man, in full view of anyone who wants to look over and see them.

"Come on, baby," he murmurs. "You're nearly there."

"Uh huh," Clarke responds, squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm gonna come, Bell," she pants. He crooks his finger in her ass, and she breaks beneath him, gasping and moaning as she comes. Bellamy gives a groan of relief as he comes inside her.

He presses a kiss to her shoulder, and then another to her back, and he slides out of her. Clarke immediately misses the feeling of him filling her. His come trickles out of her, down her thigh.

"Did we shock anyone?" Bellamy asks. Clarke's eyes search the apartment building across the road. She can see a few lights on, but no one standing by their window. She's almost disappointed. She shakes her head, and turns back to Bellamy. He surprises her by kissing her, long and sweet. Her stomach swoops.

"Next time," he promises. "Now. I want to fuck you in that bed you share with Wells. I want to taint it so that every time you lie down to go to sleep, anytime Wells tries to fuck you here, you think of me."

Clarke gives him a wry smile. "I already do."

Bellamy gives her a smug look. "Better safe than sorry."