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CHAPTER 7

::3 Months After The Kidnapping::

CLARKE

"It was the size of a baby's arm!" Echo proclaimed loudly, swinging her glass of Pinot Noir through the air.

Clark, Lexa, and Raven squealed with laughter. The four girls were pre-gaming at Echo's apartment in Hermosa Beach, ready for a night out on the town.

Echo looked at them wide-eyed. "Seriously!" She yelled. "I've never seen anything like it!" Echo took a large sip of her wine and nudged Clarke with her shoulder. "Clarke I want to hear about your fling in New York."

Clarke sobered from the question. She hadn't told her friends much about New York, she wanted to protect Blake and her Mom from any legal action. Blake had saved her, but he had also kidnapped her. And her Mom would be disbarred for what she had done to get Miller out of jail. Clarke had simply told her friends that the reason she hadn't returned their calls that week was because she had met a boy. And from there she gave few details.

"It was nothing." Clarke lied.

"Oh, come on Clarke! You've seemed kind of off since you got back, and I don't mean that in a mean way, you just have seemed a little down. What was his name again? Blake? Tell us about him!" Raven encouraged.

"Yes, he must have been someone special since you ignored all your friends that week." Lexa raised one eyebrow accusingly but then winked to show she was teasing.

Clarke took a sip of her wine to buy time for a response.

"At least tell us, did you see his baby arm?" Echo yelled laughing.

Clarke laughed, "No, well almost, we were interrupted." She winked at the group.

The girls all yelled a version of, "Oooooooooo!" and laughed.

"Aaaand?!" Echo pressed.

"And that's it really. It was intense. Like, really hot, but intense. But it was never going to work out."

"Let's call him!" Raven decided, grabbing Clarke's phone she began scrolling. "Why is there no 'Blake' in your phone?"

"It was just kind of a one-night thing," Clarke responded. "I didn't get his number."

"Well then let's Facebook stalk him! We need to see a picture Clarke" She yelled excitedly. "What's his last name?"

"No idea." Clarke responded shrugging. She knew that if she had any other information on Blake that Raven would be able to find him online, she could seriously be a private investigator with the amount of information she'd been able to find about people in the past. "He's in New York, his name is Blake. That's all I have for you. He's too far away anyway."

"Yes long distance sucks. Just say NO to long distance." Lexa sighed. Her girlfriend Anya lived in Portland, Oregon and it was proving very difficult for the two of them.

"God that sounds hot, Clarke. No details, no strings, just an intense night of fun" Echo said enviously.

Clarke thought back to the last time she'd seen Blake. He had been dripping with blood. She'd thought about that often and wondered if he was OK. She also often thought about the way his hands felt on her body.

"I need to get laid." Clarke announced.

"There will be plenty of men for you to choose from tonight." Echo said confidently.

"And women. Don't knock it 'til you try it." Lexa added.

"Our Lyft is here!" Raven announced and the four of them downed their wines, grabbed their purses and walked out the door.

. . .

Le Fox, the new club in Hermosa was packed. Clarke, having had a few glasses of wine already was feeling good.

When they walked into the club, the music and dim lighting gave the girls the high they'd been looking for. The four of them immediately headed to the bar.

"Hi Finn!" The four of them yelled in unison.

Finn smiled wide from the other end of the bar and made his way toward them.

"Well if it isn't my favorite ladies!" He leaned over the bar and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek.

Without hesitating, Finn grabbed four shot glasses and placed them in front of the girls. Grabbing bottles of Irish Cream and Kahlua he poured them with ease for each of them.

"Four Blow Job shots for four beautiful ladies." Finn announced, proud of himself.

Clarked rolled her eyes at him, "Something on your mind tonight, Finn?" She yelled over the noise in the bar.

"Only if you're offering." Finn said with a smirk on his face.

Clarke laughed. Finn, was the quintessential ladies man in the sleaziest way possible. While she did like him, despite her better judgment, as a friend, she was too grossed out by his never-ending string of women to ever consider hooking up with him. It wasn't that he wasn't good looking, he was tall with brown hair just long enough to make him seem laid back, but she knew that he wasn't. He was one of the most high maintenance people around when it came to looks . . . and life.

Clarke and the girls took their shots, thanked Finn, and hit the dance floor.

"I'll be enjoying the show back here!" Finn yelled.

A little later in the evening, as Clarke danced with her friends she felt a hand on her shoulder. She quickly spun around, and found herself face-to-face with a gorgeous brunette with deep hazel eyes. Something about the girl was familiar to Clarke and it triggered a tightening in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you Clarke?" The girl asked.

"Yes." Clarke responded racking her brain for how she might know the girl.

"There is an urgent call for you. I need you to follow me and I'll take you to the phone in the back office."

Clarke furrowed her brow confused, she knew no one would be calling her there since she was with everyone who currently knew her location. She thought that the girl must work here which is why she looked familiar. Maybe Finn had put this poor girl up to it, trying to get Clarke alone would not be beneath him. She hesitated to follow the brunette as she'd started to lead the way but the girl looked back with such desperation in her eyes that Clarke followed. She turned quickly to her girlfriends and yelled that she'd be back in a few minutes.

"She's hot!" Lexa smiled and winked. "If you don't go for it, send her my way."

Clarke rolled her eyes and left to catch up with the girl.

The two of them walked through a red curtain that covered the back wall and stepped into a long, dark hallway. The curtain significantly reduced the noise from the club which made Clarke realize how isolated they were from the rest of the group.

The brunette walked over to a door near the end of the hallway and opened it, poking her head inside and then coming back out.

"In here." She pointed into the room with her head.

Clarke walked in first, followed by the brunette who closed the door behind her and then stood with her back against it. The sounds from the club were barely audible in the room, just a light bass, and the only light provided was from a small lamp on top of the desk which made her suddenly uneasy.

"Hey Princess." Clarke recognized Blake's deep voice immediately and any buzz she'd had drained from her system.

She froze and stared at him as he walked out from the corner of the room.

"You didn't bleed to death." She breathed out. It was a statement. She'd imagined him dying alone in the bunker over and over again since returning home and to see him now, alive, in front of her was a relief she never thought she'd get.

"Give us a minute?" Blake said to the brunette.

She nodded and walked outside, closing the door behind her.

Blake took a step toward her but she stopped him with a question.

"What are you doing here?" She said flatly.

"Roan. He still doesn't know that Lincoln and I helped you escape. He isn't sure why you haven't sent the police over yet but is convinced it will happen soon. And he thinks you stabbed me."

"Which was the plan, so?"

"He sent me here to kill you."

"Is that why you are here, to kill me?" Clarke asked pointedly. She didn't believe it but had to ask.

"Jesus, Clarke! What do I have to do to prove I wouldn't hurt you? Do you want me to have Lincoln stab me with another bottle?" Blake ran his fingers through his hair, something she'd noticed him do when he was stressed during their time together in the bunker.

"Ok fine, so why did you come?"

"To fix things. I owe you. And to check up on you."

Clarke walked across the room and stopped a few inches in front of him. She cocked her head to look at him and then looked down at his waist. She took his shirt in her hands and began to carefully pull it up so she could examine his side where Lincoln had stabbed him. It had healed but a few permanent scars remained where the glass had entered.

She gently ran her fingers over his scars and Blake let out a short breath to her touch.

Blake moved Clarke's hair back away from her face and rested his hands on her neck and jaw.

"Tell me you're OK." His request seemed weighed down by some internal struggle as he looked sincerely into her eyes.

"Was that your sister?" She asked, ignoring his question.

"Yes, she said she wanted to help. Well, first she smacked me when she found out what we'd done to you. Then she offered to help." He smiled, embarrassed.

Clarke laughed, "I like your sister already."

"Clarke," Blake looked serious again. "Are you OK?" He asked again.

She nodded yes and then rested her forehead against his chest, he smelled so good. "I was so worried about you when we left. I thought I'd never know what happened or if you were OK." She said softly.

"Could you ever forgive me for what I did to you?"

Clarke looked at him, "I've already forgiven you. You were trying to help your friend, you didn't know that I would be taken. You would never have hurt me."

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Letting out a long breath of relief against her. She felt small and safe.

Suddenly there were three quick knocks on the door.

"Someone's coming. Follow my lead." Blake said as he pushed her up against the wall, kissing her.

The door to the office swung open and the overhead light switched on.

"This is not a motel, it's a private office!" Someone called from the door annoyed.

Clarke pulled away from Blake recognizing the voice as Finn's.

"Oh my God, Finn, I am so embarrassed!" She said in her best drunk voice.

Finn rolled his eyes.

"Clarke? What the fuck?" He said annoyed again.

"Sorry Finn, I haven't seen my, um, my boyfriend in a while. I guess we got carried away." Clarke giggled again trying to continue her drunken impression.

Blake hooked his arm around Clarke's waist, "Yeah, sorry man." He added trying to follow her lead.

"Boyfriend huh?" Finn said suspiciously. "Since when do you have a boyfriend? You know what, nevermind, just get out of here now. If the manager had found you two he would have eighty-sixed you."

"Thanks, Finn, sorry." Clarke hung her head feigning shame as she walked past him into the hallway. She knew that Finn had like done much worse in his sexual escapades.

Blake and Clarke quickly made their way out into the club. Blake's sister was waiting just outside the curtain.

"So, you two good?"

"Yeah." Blake smiled as he rested his arm on Clarke's shoulder.

"Good. Clarke, I am very sorry for what an idiot my brother is."

"Clark, this is Octavia, you can call her 'O'." Blake introduced them.

"Bell, I am going to head back to the hotel to check in with Lincoln. We should all sit down soon to discuss the options for handling the situation."

Clarke furrowed her brow at Blake in confusion but he ignored her gaze.

"Ok, I will meet you there soon." Blake responded.

"Nice to meet you, Clarke. And seriously, thank you for not having my big brother arrested." She said. Then she turned and made her way toward the exit.

Clarke turned to Blake, "Bell?"

"Bellamy Blake," He said smiling, extending his hand as if they'd just met.

He leaned closer to her, "I noticed you dancing out there and had to introduce myself." His voice seemed even deeper than usual.

Clarke smiled remembering his hands on her body again and shivered.

"Nice to meet you Bellamy, Clarke Griffin." She bit her lip suggestively.

Bellamy took her hand in his, it was strong and warm. He led her out into the middle of the dance floor between a large group of strangers.

He spun her around to face away from him and then pulled her back into his body. Wrapping one around her chest, and other around her stomach he held her tight and they began moving slowly to the music together.

Clarke's hands found his hips and she held onto him as he ran his hands up and down her body, the magnetism between them was uncontrollable.

"Fuck Clarke, I missed you." He whispered into her ear.

His breath against her ear made her insides scream with pleasure. She turned her head up toward him and their mouths found one another, slowly, and deeply they began to kiss, their tongues exploring one another.

Clarke turned to face Bellamy and pulled him closer to her, they continued to move to the music as they inhaled one another on the dance floor, engulfed in a sea of strangers.

"Take me home" Clarke begged.

Bellamy didn't hesitate, he took Clarke's hand and began to lead her through the crowd toward the exit.

Unfortunately, they didn't make it too far before they ran into Clarke's girlfriends.

"Clarke!" Echo yelled, getting the attention of the rest of the girls. They surrounded her and Bellamy.

"Who is your friend?" She continued.

"Bellamy," He interjected holding out his hand.

"Bellamy Blake." Clarke emphasized his last name.

"Blake?!" The girls all said at the same time.

"As in New York Blake?" Raven asked.

Bellamy gave Clarke a nervous sideways glance and she could tell he was worried about how much they knew. She smiled at him reassuringly.

"Yes, and we have some catching up to do, mind if I ditch you girls?" Clarke asked sweetly.

"It looked like you were catching up quite a bit out on the dance floor." Echo yelled over the music with a large smile on her face.

"Go have fun you two." Raven dismissed them.

Clarke grabbed Bellamy and they left together. Once they got outside she turned to him.

"Your place or mine?"

. . .


A/N: Thanks for reading! What did you think about this chapter? They definitely can't seem to keep their hands off one another. As a reminder, you guys are my inspiration so if you'd like to read more don't forget to follow and review so that I make sure to update in a timely manner!