A/N: This is the chapter where Bellarke finally get it on! Please note that this chapter is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. To remind everyone where we left off last time (because it's been longer than usual since I last updated) Bellamy and Clarke had just arrived at Lexa's empty apartment after escaping from Pike and Bellamy had just told Clarke that his next plan was to get her out of her clothes . . . Enjoy.
CHAPTER 10
CLARKE
Clarke looked up into Bellamy's dark brown eyes. He softly smiled at her and she could feel the sudden excitement and nervousness move through her body.
She picked up her glass taking one more large swig of scotch.
"Easy there." Bellamy laughed as she spilled scotch down her chin. He took the glass from her and set it down on the coffee table beside them, his other hand ran along her chin wiping it clean. It reminded Clarke of her first day in the warehouse with Bellamy when he'd wiped the water off her chin and how her stomach had twisted from his touch.
She couldn't hold back anymore, Clarke hooked one hand behind his neck and pulled him into her, kissing him with a desire she'd been holding onto all evening.
She melted into him pulling him against her, deepening her kiss. She was ravenous.
Bellamy wrapped his arms around her waist, his soft lips taking over hers. She let out a slight moan from his touch and could feel his mouth slide into a lazy smile as she did it. She loved that he liked pleasing her.
Clarke sat back, unbuttoning his shirt and the two of them worked together to pull it off of him, freeing his strong, tan chest and muscular arms. Clarke ran her hands slowly down his chest to his waistband.
"Take me to the bedroom." Clarke begged, no patience left within her. Bellamy looped his arms around her backside and Clarke straddled him as he lifted her up carrying her across the apartment into the hallway.
Propping her against the wall in the hallway, he kissed her again moving his hands over her arm. He grabbed them and placed them above her head, holding them there with one arm he moved the other one down to her collarbone. His mouth moved to her neck, then ears, and then down to her chest.
"Fuck, Bellamy." She moaned as he trailed his tongue gently along her ear while continuing to restrain her arms.
He pulled back from her, releasing her, "Which room?" He said desperately, his deep voice turning her on even more.
Clarke grabbed his hand and pulled him into the guest bedroom, switching on a lamp in the corner of the room. The Queen bed was made with a plush, white comforter and the room was in impeccable shape per usual, Lexa always kept it clean.
Clarke pushed Bellamy down onto the bed straddling him but he quickly sat himself up and turned her around facing away from him.
"Not yet, Princess."
He pulled Clarke's dress up and pushed his hand underneath, taking her breast in one hand and wrapping his other hand around her, sliding it along her wetness slowly. She let out a surprised squeal from pleasure as he buried his head into her neck, running his tongue along it, gently sucking her skin.
"God you feel good." He said into her neck as he rubbed her more swiftly, making circles around her with his fingers.
Clarke let out a loud moan unable to control herself, the sensation of his hands and mouth on her was too much for her to take.
"I need you in me now." She begged as his fingers continued to tease her, faster now.
Bellamy pulled his hands away turning her back to face him and stood up, towering over her. Her entire body felt raw, buzzing with want.
Clarke quickly pulled her dress over her head, as Bellamy reached over to help her remove it. He let out a loud breath as she stood topless in a lace thong in front of him.
She grabbed his belt and adjusted it, tugging at it to free it from his pant loops. It slid out with a loud whip and she threw it across the room. Bellamy was already releasing his buttons.
She ran her fingertips gently down his body, from his chest to his stomach, down his thighs, back up and around his back. His breath hitched with her touch and he moved back as he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them.
"Get on the bed." He said with a slight smirk.
Clarke immediately moved to the bed, laying down on her back she half propped herself up on her arms looking at him, inviting him.
Bellamy kneeled onto the bed positioning himself between her legs above her. He cupped her breast with one hand and then slid it down her waist, to her hip where he hooked his fingers into her thong, pulling it off her as she helped him remove them.
Bellamy kissed her stomach up to her breasts. Clarke moved to her knees and grabbed his boxer briefs, pulling them off. She reached down and grabbed him with a gentle firmness. He was so hard and she needed him badly.
"Please, Bellamy." She begged.
Bellamy moved her back onto her back and pushed himself into her. The two of them let out a loud breath of relief as he entered.
He pulled back and pushed into her again slowly a few more times until they were completely aligned and then started moving into her faster.
He was propped over her with one hand and placed the other onto the side of her face, watching her as they moved together. Clarke moved her hips against his, deepening his thrusts and creating more friction.
They moved faster and faster together until Clarke couldn't hold out any longer. She pulled him down on top of her as she came, moaning loudly with her release.
"Holy shit." Clarke breathed heavily.
Bellamy moved her onto her side, spooning her with his arms wrapped around her breasts he continued to move in and out of her until he came, letting out a pained gasp.
The two of them lay breathing heavily on top of the bed.
Once they caught their breath again this repeated several more times throughout the night.
. . .
BELLAMY
When Bellamy woke up, Clarke's naked body lay slumped over his.
He reached for his phone, careful not to wake her up and checked the time. It was 7:30 AM. He figured they'd gotten, maybe 4 hours of sleep.
He text Octavia telling her to pick him up at the address they were staying at and to make sure she had all of their things packed.
In less than a minute his phone vibrated with Octavia's response: "Be there in 45 minutes."
Bellamy put his phone down and began rousing Clarke by playing with her hair which lay across his chest. As she began to wake he slowly moved his hand, tracing her body.
Clarke moaned sleepily to his touch and he felt himself get hard. They had sex again.
. . .
"I think that is my favorite way to wake up." Clarke smiled at him as they got cleaned up afterward.
Bellamy frowned.
"What's wrong?" Clarke inquired.
"Octavia will be here soon, we have to get back to New York, figure out how to handle your Mom's goons. Deal with Roan. Figure out how to keep you safe."
"I don't want you to leave." It was an informative statement, not a request.
"I don't want to leave either, I still have a few rounds left in me." He joked trying to lighten the mood.
Clarke smiled slightly but her eyes remained soft. "Will we ever see each other again?"
Bellamy shook his head, "I don't know. Roan wants to kill you and your Mom wants to put me away for life."
The two of them stood in silence for a moment.
"Here, give me your number." He said pulling out his phone.
Clarke gave it to him and he saved it.
"I am going to have to lay low for a little while until I get a better handle on things. I will update you when I can."
Clarke rested a hand on Bellamy's forearm.
Bellamy kissed her on the top of her head and then wrapped himself around her, resting his chin on her head and breathing in her scent.
Bellamy's phone vibrated and it was Octavia. She had arrived early and was outside waiting.
"Is she here?" Clarke asked anxiously, hugging him closer.
Bellamy nodded, "Yeah, I have to go." He looked down at Clarke and kissed her softly goodbye.
"I will contact you when I can. You should call your Mom and tell her you're OK."
"Be careful. Tell O that I am really glad I got to meet her and to take care of you for me."
Bellamy nodded and left, closing the apartment door behind him.
CLARKE
Clarke felt sick to her stomach. She had just been ready to let go of her experience in New York, forget about Bellamy, and then he showed up last night and she had been swept back into a whirlwind. She lay in bed trying to process everything when her phone buzzed.
It was Lexa to their group text: "Well? We ALL want to know!"
As upset as Clarke was, she let out a short laugh when she read it and then there was a second buzz from Echo.
"YASSSS! DID YOU SEE THE BABY ARM?!"
Clarke smiled at her immature, loving, wonderful friends.
She replied simply with: "5 times."
At that, the group text went crazy.
Raven: "5 TIMES?"
Lexa: "Ummmm, do I need to get a cleaning service to my apartment?"
Echo: "#relationshipgoals"
Raven: "NEED MORE DETAILS."
Lexa: "Ignore us. Go back to your sex God."
Clarke: "He's gone."
Raven: "Huh?"
Clarke: "Long story."
Lexa: "Are you still at my place?"
Clarke: "Yes."
Lexa: "We are on our way."
. . .
40 minutes later the girls arrived at Lexa's apartment with bags of goodies.
"We brought breakfast, chocolate and Kleenex." Lexa announced sitting down with Clarke who was perched on the couch, she gave her a kiss hello on the cheek and sat back into the couch.
"And Bloody Mary's." Echo contributed as she hugged Clarke.
Raven gave Clarke a supportive look in greeting and then began to pull food from bags to start making breakfast. Echo pulled out the Bloody Mary ingredients and began mixing her concoctions for the group.
Clarke was now on the spot and she began crying.
"I will kill him and break off his baby arm for hurting you." Echo announced.
Clarke laughed through her tears at that and then pulled herself together.
"No, no, he didn't do anything wrong." Clarke began to explain. "He was great. He just . . . he just had to go back to New York and I won't be able to see him again."
"Clarke, he is in a different state, not on another planet. You'll be able to see him." Raven quipped kindly from the kitchen.
"Yeah, I know it's hard, long distance sucks." Lexa said honestly, "But there is Skype, you guys can at least video chat."
"No there is a lot more to the story that you guys don't understand." Clarke responded quietly.
"So enlighten us, you know you can tell us anything." Lexa urged.
"I need you three to promise you will never tell a soul what I am going to tell you."
"Of course." Echo and the girls looked at eachother, shaking their heads in agreement.
Echo handed a Bloody Mary to Raven and then balanced the other three glasses in her arms to bring them to the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Bellamy is mixed up with some dangerous people. Dangerous people that my Mom has dealt with."
"Oh fuuuuuck." Raven exclaimed as she dished out breakfast.
"Yeah, not great when you like someone that your District Attorney mother has dealt with. But he wants to protect me from all of it so he thinks we should cool things off, lay low for awhile."
"What do you think?" Lexa asked curiously.
"I think he is right, we need to keep our distance. But we just have this spark when we are together and it is so intense. I feel sick knowing I can't see him."
"What can we do to help?" Raven asked earnestly.
"Nothing, be your wonderful selves and pour way more vodka into my drink." Clarke said with a smile.
"Ok, now I want to hear about these 5 times . . ." Echo began.
[24 HOURS LATER]
BELLAMY
"You lied to me?" Roan's eyes cut into Bellamy.
"Would you have listened to reason?" Bellamy asked standing his ground.
"Did she even stab you or did you do that to yourself?"
Bellamy didn't answer.
"Jesus Blake." He laughed but then got serious again. "She is a liability. As long as she is around she is a threat to all of us."
"You're wrong. She hasn't said a thing and she won't."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because two days ago I was in LA and a couple of her Mom's guys picked me up and she got me out of there." Roan's eyebrows raised and he licked his teeth under his lips to control his temper.
"Maybe she let you go so that you would lead them back to the rest of us."
"No, she wouldn't do that to me."
"Why wouldn't she . . . Oh God did you screw the hostage Blake?!" Roan threw his hands up in exasperated annoyance.
Bellamy again didn't say anything.
"Fine, here's the deal. If she works a job for me, she'll be safe."
"Why would she agree to do that?"
"I don't know, I am sure you can figure out a way to convince her." Roan smiled.
"Why would you want her to do that?" Bellamy didn't like where this was going.
"If she does a job for me then I have something I can hold over her. As long as I have that leverage, I can sleep well and not worry about the cops showing up at my door."
"What's the job?"
"Monty is going to hack First Republic Bank."
"He's what?"
"In order to do it, he needs to get access to one of the bank computers."
"That is a terrible idea. There are cameras all over the bank. They will both be picked up and thrown in jail." Bellamy began to argue.
"No, the one thing holding us back was not having an appropriate distraction. With Clarke there he can get in and out without them even knowing we hit them. Even if they do figure out that they've been skimmed, there will be no way for them to tell when it started and who did it." Roan was excited and slapped Bellamy happily on the shoulder. "This is going to be great! We'll never have to do another job."
"OK, but I'm going too, I'm not letting her do this alone with Monty."
"Sure Blake, whatever you want." Roan said with a glint of something sinister in his eyes.
"I'll see you later." Bellamy made his way to the door.
"Hey Blake, one more thing" Roan called behind him. "Don't ever lie to me again." Bellamy shook his head to show he understood.
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