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BELLAMY
Bellamy took another large sip of his beer. He realized that once he let Clarke go it'd only be a matter of time before the law caught up with him. He hated the thought of leaving Octavia on her own, but Clarke was right, they weren't kids anymore.
"Hey," Clarke placed a hand on his forearm. "Is the shower offer still on the table?"
"Why? You need a cold one because of how hot I make you?" Bellamy leaned toward her and winked. If she was going to play games with him he could dish it back.
"You are so full of yourself." Clarke responded.
Bellamy couldn't help but imagine her body wet in the shower, those big blue eyes looking up at him. He quickly shook the thought away.
"Ok, yeah." His eyes narrowed and a grin spread across his face. "But as I said earlier, I can't leave you on your own when you are unsecured so I'm coming with you."
Clarke looked like a deer in headlights.
Bellamy leaned in close to her. "Clarke," His deep voice almost a whisper, "I'm not coming into the shower with you, I'm just going to be outside. Get your head out of the gutter."
Bellamy thought about their kiss and imagined her up against the cold tiled wall of the shower, running her tongue over his. God she was sexy. He had been disappointed when he realized she wasn't kissing him because she was interested but instead because she was trying to escape.
He couldn't blame her, she was fighting to survive in any way possible and she had been testing him for a weakness. It had been hard to pull back though, he couldn't deny that he wanted her, he'd been drawn to her from the moment their eyes met in the Range Rover that morning. But he knew it was wrong and he was disgusted with himself that for a split second he had thought about just going with it.
She was a good actress too, he would have to be careful around her.
Clarke gave Bellamy a small smile and sideways glance that pained him.
"Ok, let's go."
Bellamy gently rested a hand on Clarke's lower back and led her to the bathroom.
"Towels are in the cabinet under the sink. Shampoo and soap are in the shower."
She nodded and began to close the door but he stopped it with his hand.
"Leave it open. You can change behind the curtain."
. . .
LINCOLN
Lincoln arrived at Bellamy's apartment door and could hear music playing inside. He knocked.
"O? It's Lincoln."
The door swung open and Octavia came running at him, jumping into his arms to embrace him. He held her for a moment laughing and then lowered her back down.
"Linc, it's been WAY too long. Come in!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the apartment. Her hand in his made him smile, he was always amused by how small she was. "How are you?"
"I'm doing OK." Lincoln said honestly. "OK" because he was happy to be with her and happy she was OK, but not great because he was now a kidnapper and potential murder accomplice depending on the outcome of their hostage.
"Do you want a drink?" She offered.
"No, I'm good thanks, I actually can't stay long. Your brother asked me to check on you since he hadn't heard from you today." Lincoln gave her a look of disapproval.
She rolled her eyes but then fixed her gaze on him.
"What about you? Were you worried about me?" She smiled.
A smile spread across his face and he let out a soft laugh, he loved when she flirted with him.
"You know I was." He said matter-of-factly.
Lincoln pulled out his phone and sent Bellamy a text to let him know his sister was fine.
"God he is so overprotective. He knows I'm 19 right? I can handle him being gone for a few days. In fact, I LOVE having the place to myself." Her eyes narrowed at him and she bit her lip.
Lincoln stretched his neck to avoid her gaze. If Bellamy wasn't cool with him and his sister hanging out as more than just friends he could respect that.
"O, why do you have to torture your brother? Text him back. You don't want him wasting our time by sending me to check on you every 24 hours do you?" He lectured.
Octavia looked hurt and then angry. "I'm sorry it's such a waste of your time to come see me."
Lincoln took a deep breath. "You know I didn't mean it like that." He smiled and leaned toward her, "Trust me, seeing you is never a waste of my time." Octavia's mood seemed to lift as she smiled back at him. He thought he saw her blush.
"Text your brother back, OK?" He requested again.
"Yeah, OK." She nodded.
"I have to run but if you need anything at all you call me."
She gave him a small smile, "Thanks Linc. Don't be a stranger."
. . .
BELLAMY
As Clarke showered Bellamy checked his phone. He had two text messages. The first one he checked was from Octavia:
"Hey big brother, I'll try to keep the partying to a minimum while you're gone. ;) Have a fun trip."
The second text he opened had been sent before Octavia's and was from Lincoln:
"O is fine."
He quickly wrote them both back, "thanks," and let out a breath of relief.
. . .
Clarke finished her shower and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her long blonde hair had been partially towel dried and fell around her shoulders and chest in waves.
"That was amazing." She said with a small moan, gathering her hair with one hand and moving it behind her neck, down her right side.
Her moan echoed in Bellamy's mind, he was so tense and worked up from the day that he couldn't help thinking of her moaning for him in bed. He had to stop thinking of her like this, it was driving him crazy.
Back in the bedroom Clarke slipped her underwear and sweats on under her towel. Then she turned away from Bellamy and dropped the towel onto the floor. He had been diverting his gaze but couldn't help but turn when he heard her drop it.
"Can you hand me my t-shirt?" God, she was a tease.
He picked up the shirt and walked over to her, stopping just behind her bare back. He reached his arm around her body to hand her the shirt.
As much as he wanted to tell himself he was just playing around, he could not deny the intense magnetism that pulled between them.
Clarke slowly took the shirt from him, as if she was afraid to make any fast movements, and pulled it over her head.
"Take the twin bed. I'll sleep on the cot."
"Thank you." She said, climbing into the bed.
Bellamy sat down on the bed next to her and she looked up at him, her brows furrowed in a question.
He gently took her hand in one of his and cleared his throat.
"Hey," She looked into his eyes as he leaned in close to her. He quickly wrapped the shackle around her wrist and closed it, locking it into place.
"What the fuck Blake?" She yelled.
"Oh settle down," Bellamy replied. "Did you think I'd let you sleep without it? You'd probably have it around my neck later if I didn't."
"You're such an asshole. I am never going to get to sleep with this thing on my arm." She complained.
"Not my problem, Princess." He shrugged and slipped into the cot across from her. He flipped off the light switch that was next to him but didn't think he'd be able to sleep either knowing she was so close to him. He was wrong, however, because within a few minutes he was sound asleep.
. . .
CLARKE
Clarke woke in the middle of the night to someone screaming. It was pitch black and her heart was racing. Where was she?
She tried to get up but something was holding her arm back.
"Clarke." A deep voice called for her and she was even more confused. "Clarke, what's wrong?"
The lights switched on and the bedroom in the bunker came into view, she was flooded with memories from the day. Blake ran toward her and put his hands on her arms inspecting her. "What happened?" He asked her.
Clarke began to panic again, "What? Who is screaming?" She asked Blake.
He let out a deep sigh of relief realizing what had happened.
"You were screaming." He said. "Jesus, Clarke you sounded like you were being murdered!" He yelled although visibly relieved. "You must have just had a bad dream."
Clarke sat processing but was still in shock from the experience.
"You're shaking," Blake said and he sat back against the wall and pulled her toward him, wrapping his arm around her. His touch began to bring her back and her head began to clear.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She remembered the dream and looked up into his eyes. The concern in his brown eyes made her nod.
"I was running." She started, her teeth chattering. Blake began to rub her arm to calm her down. "Someone was after me but I couldn't see them. They were always just around the corner behind me as I ran." Clarke began to calm down. "Then they caught up with me, grabbed me from behind and I knew it was over. I knew that I was going to die. I knew that no one was there to save me." She stopped and nudged in closer to Blake still shaken from the dream.
After a few minutes, Clarke stopped shaking and her breathing returned to normal. Blake got up to go back to his cot but Clarke took hold of his wrist to stop him.
"Stay with me?" She asked quietly. She didn't want to sleep alone.
Blake looked at her and nodded.
"Let me turn the light back out." He did and he came back to the twin bed, sliding in next to her on his back. It was too small for the two of them to lay separately but Clarke didn't care, she wanted to feel his body against hers. The dream had really shaken her and the whole situation was awful. She didn't care how fucked up it was that she was sleeping with her kidnapper, she just cared that it felt better to have him near her. She curled up against him, laying her head on his shoulder and resting her arm on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and she felt comforted.
The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.
A/N: The lines are getting pretty BLURRED here! I think these two are starting to get a little closer than they intended to. What will happen next time when Murphy shows up?!
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