A/N: And we're back! Please check out the newest two chapters of Take Me Hostage and let me know what you think. Enjoy!


CHAPTER 5

CLARKE

When Clarke awoke she found herself tangled up in Blake. Their arms and legs entwined, her head was resting under his chin, her nose against his chest. She slowly angled her head to look at him, his eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly.

She attempted to gently inch herself away from him, feeling a twinge of regret about her late night request. This was wrong. As she began to move, Blake's arms tightened around her and pulled her firm against his body.

"Where do you think you're going, Princess?" Blake mumbled, sleepily, with a small smirk spreading lazily.

Clarke couldn't help but smile in response but immediately stifled it.

"You are so frustrating." She said, trying to push him away from her but he only held her tighter playfully.

A few moments later he loosened his hold and propped himself up on his elbow to look at her. Looking into her eyes he brushed a loose curl away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Clarke felt her stomach twist. She spoke to ease the intensity building up between them.

"Well, this was awkward."

Blake let out a short, sincere laugh. "Aside from your god awful snoring, it wasn't too bad."

Clarke hit his chest playfully, and he grabbed onto her hip to avoid falling backward. "I do not snore!" She yelled.

"It's OK, I found it . . . cute." He smiled.

Suddenly they went silent. Her hand was still attached to his chest where she'd hit him and his hand sat resting on her hip. Clarke suddenly became acutely aware of his hand and her breathing went shallow.

Blake's hand started slowly running up her waist. Clarke let out a small breath to his touch. Her hand gripped his t-shirt and pulled him closer. Without thinking she kissed him.

He readily accepted and wrapped his arms around her as they kissed, his large hands made their way over her waist, then her back, and as he moved them up her ribs they brushed the side of her breast.

Clarke shivered with pleasure to his touch, his large hands felt amazing on her body. Her body hurt with want.

Clarke ran her hands from his chest down to the waistline of his pants where she slid the tips of her fingers under the waistband. Slowly, she ran her fingers over his hips and stomach.

Blake broke his mouth away from hers and let out a small grunt, and he moved to get on top of her, his hands found her head and he wrapped his fingers in her hair. He was hard against her as they kissed again, deeper.

Clarke couldn't stop herself. She wanted him too bad and could feel how bad he wanted her.

She pushed him back slightly on his side and held her wrist toward him, her shackle in his face.

"Take it off." She demanded breathing heavily. "Now."

Blake jumped up and grabbed the key to remove the shackle from her wrist. He stood looking at her hesitantly.

Clarke could see he was waiting for her next move and grabbed him, pulling him back down to sit on bed, she straddled him and kissed him again. She quickly grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off.

It was a whirlwind after that, clothes started flying around the room. This is happening. Just as Clarke started to pull at Blake's pants they heard something.

The two of them froze. They could hear the door to the bunker open out near the kitchen.

Fuck. Blake mouthed.

"Quick" he whispered as he began throwing clothes to Clarke from around the room. They scrambled to get dressed. Blake tucked himself into his waistband to hide his erection.

"Blake?" Lincoln's voice called from the hallway.

Blake looked at Clarke and held up the shackle with a pleading look. She held out her wrist and he closed it around her automatically locking it.

Clarke sat on the bed flushed, trying to slow her breathing down.

"Yeah, coming! Can't a guy sleep in?" Blake calls back, his voice hoarse.

Lincoln appeared in the doorway to the bedroom, looking at Blake suspiciously.

Clarke was too embarrassed to look at him and tried covering her pink face by running her fingers through her hair.

"Blake we have a problem." He said quickly.

"What's up?" Blake responded trying to keep Lincoln's attention off Clarke.

"Not in front of the girl." Clarke watched as Blake walked out of the room with Lincoln, giving her a quick concerned glance as he disappeared out of the room.

Clarke sat on the bed reeling. If Lincoln hadn't have shown up she would have slept with Blake. Instead of being mad at herself she was more mad that they had been interrupted. She thought of his small, deep, grunt as they made out and smiled.

Clarke then thought about Lincoln and wondered what was going on. She didn't have to wait long to find out.

Blake came back into the room with a pile of Clarke's clothes that she'd been wearing the day before.

"Put these on now," He said handing them to her. He grabbed her wrist and unlocked the shackle around it. "The case has been thrown out around Miller. He is getting out today. Your Mom works fast."

Clarke began changing quickly. "Where will we go?"

"We aren't going anywhere. Lincoln will drop you somewhere safe where you can call your Mom to have her pick you up."

"Why can't you take me?" Clarke asked, eyebrows raised worriedly.

"No one knows that Lincoln was here. The story will be that you got away . . . stabbed me with a broken bottle of all things before breakfast!" He smiled.

Clarke blushed embarrassed about threatening him with the bottle the night before. Then her eyes narrowed.

"But you haven't been stabbed?" Clarke said confused.

Blake took Clarke's chin in his hands gently and gave her a quick kiss.

"You worry about you." He sighed. "Clarke, Murphy is on his way right now to take care of loose ends. You need to go."

At this point Blake started to push Clarke out toward the kitchen where Lincoln was waiting, looking anxious.

"You sure about this?" Lincoln looked like he wanted to throw up.

Blake nodded his head yes. "Do it."

Lincoln walked over to Blake and that is when Clarke noticed the broken beer bottle in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Clarke yelled but she didn't move fast enough. Lincoln quickly jammed the bottle into Blake's side.

"FUCK!" Blake yelled angrily.

"Fuck, sorry was that too hard?" Lincoln winced sympathetically.

"No, no, it's fine. Get her out of here. I'll wait 10 minutes before I call Murphy." He said.

"Don't bleed out before then." Lincoln ordered, grabbing a towel and handing it to him.

"I'll try." Blake grimaced and then looked at Clarke. "Take care of yourself, Princess. Have a nice life."

Lincoln began pulling Clarke out the door. Clarke felt a pain in her chest realizing she would never see Blake again. She pulled away from Lincoln and turned back toward him.

"I'll let it go." She promised. "Stay out of trouble." Clarke turned back to Lincoln and they took off.


A/N: They were soooo close. What'd you think? Is this the end for Bellarke?! Check out the next chapter and please follow and review to let me know you want more, it is the best motivation for me to keep writing!