A/N: Hello my favorite readers! Clarke & Bellamy have reunited and are as strong as ever. But can circumstance tear them apart? With a bank robbery in motion and new wildcards thrown into the mix there are some obstacles ahead. Reminder: Favorite, follow and review to let me know what you think and get the fastest updates! Enjoy!
CHAPTER 14
Clarke
When Clarke woke the clock said 5:23 AM. Her eyes were caked with the mascara she'd slept in and her head was throbbing. It took her a moment to register where she was and when the realization hit she was hesitant to turn over in case it had all been another one of her dreams.
It hadn't been, Bellamy lay sprawled out naked beside her. She smiled to herself.
Quietly and carefully, Clarke slipped out of bed and began a cumbersome search for her clothes. They were scattered all around the hotel room where she and Bellamy had thrown them while scrambling to the bed. She wanted to get back to her hotel room as quickly as possible to avoid the chance of running into other people from the conference in the same clothes she'd worn the night before, but she didn't like the idea of leaving Bellamy. She was afraid he might disappear into the wind.
Standing next to the bed, Clarke lightly jostled Bellamy to wake him up. He looked at her sleepily and without warning wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back into the bed next to him.
"You're not allowed to leave." He purred into her neck as he wrapped himself around her.
Clarke didn't fight him, it felt too good to be in his arms.
After a few minutes had gone by she turned to face him and kissed him.
"I have to go to my room before other people from the conference wake up. These are the last people I want to do a walk of shame in front of." She said honestly. "Wait 15 minutes and then come to my room, OK?"
"Ok." He said with a small one-sided smile.
Clarke made her way to the door and looked back at Bellamy, who was now sitting up on the edge of the bed, "You won't disappear on me?"
"Not a chance." He said with raised eyebrows and a reassuring smile.
…
Once Clarke made it back to her room, she let out a sigh of relief that no one had seen her and put the, "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. She walked into the bathroom, afraid to look at herself in the mirror. In her reflection, Clarke could see her mascara had smudged below her eyes giving her dark half circles, she giggled to herself with giddy disbelief of what had transpired. She couldn't believe what a mess she looked like. She washed her face, a feeble attempt to remove the lack of sleep and alcohol from her body.
She looked at her phone, 5 minutes had passed since she left Bellamy's room. For a moment she worried that she had been stupid for falling back into bed with him. He'd left her twice now, not to mention the fact that he'd kidnapped her. It had been an emotional toll that she did not want to experience again. As crazy as it seemed, even to herself, she decided to trust her gut. The passionate, intense, mind-blowing sexual chemistry and bond that they shared told her to give him another chance.
Clarke changed into a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants.
Bellamy knocked at exactly the 15-minute mark.
"Room service." He called playfully from the other side of the door.
Clarke opened the door, he was wearing a pair of slate gray jersey knit shorts and a black fleece pullover. It fit his body in all the right places accentuating his muscular legs and arms and broad shoulders. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then he looked her up and down.
"Those sweats aren't fooling anyone. You look so hot." Bellamy said, one eyebrow raised. "By the way, I brought you something, you left this in my room." He held out his hand and her bra dangled from his finger.
"Fuck." She said laughing at herself.
"I'd love to." He teased, kissing her on the cheek again.
Clarke couldn't help but smile at that. She bit her lip in thought and then gave Bellamy a side-eyed glance.
"We did get pretty dirty last night, maybe we should get cleaned up."
She placed a hand on Bellamy's bicep and slid it down to his hand, taking it with hers. Clarke led Bellamy into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
"Have I told you about how long I've wanted to get you in the shower?" He said with enthusiasm.
Clarke looked up at him, "No, tell me."
"Ever since you took that shower in the bunker, I couldn't get the thought of you under the stream of water out of my head."
"Good, let's give you the real visual then." She said as she stripped down to nothing.
. . .
Bellamy
When Bellamy returned to New York he was walking in the clouds. He and Clarke were good again and after the bank job was done they were going to figure out a way to make it work once and for all.
He didn't think much about the text he'd received from Roan asking him to meet at the warehouse, but when he arrived his instincts told him something was seriously wrong.
A man Bellamy had never seen before stood next to Roan, he was tall and skinny, with a trimmed beard, and half of his head was shaved but he had a tuft of longer hair that fell over the other side of his face. Bellamy got a bad feeling about this guy.
"Who's this?" Bellamy asked Roan pointedly, without attempting to hide his distrust.
"Blake, I want you to meet our new business associate, Paxton McCreary. McCreary this is Blake, my right-hand man."
The man looked at Bellamy with an amused smile, as if he thought it was cute that he was included in this conversation, "Nice to meet you, Blake. Let's skip over the bullshit pleasantries and get to the money."
Bellamy kept his eyes on McCreary waiting for Roan's response.
"Fine. You arrive 20 minutes before we send Monty and the girl in. As soon as systems are a go you give us the signal and we . . ." Bellamy cut Roan off.
"Hold on, this guy is involved in THE job? How do you even know we can trust him?"
McCreary laughed seeming to enjoy Bellamy's concern which made him angry.
"Monty realized he wouldn't be able to complete the bank hack without some additional technology running in close proximity. He called his friend Diyoza who put us in touch with McCreary here. McCreary has the tech we need to get the hack done. And to answer your other question," He turned to look directly at McCreary, "I don't trust him." He turned back to Bellamy, "But he is the only one with the tech that we need who can help us get this done right now and he is going to make a shit ton of money by helping us so he has no reason to fuck us over."
"How do you know he's not with the Feds?" Bellamy continued.
"Oh, my wrap sheet is way too long to join up with the Feds." McCreary said proudly.
"Why doesn't that make me feel better about this?" Bellamy asked himself out loud, "Roan, if we are working with this guy the girl is out. I don't trust him and I won't let her get mixed up in it."
"She will work this job. You will make sure she gets on that plane and does her part. I don't care what you do with her after that."
"Don't worry Blake, your girlfriend will be safe under my watch, I am quite the gentleman."
Bellamy lost it at that, "You TOLD him?" He yelled at Roan.
"No, he didn't, it's obvious she's got you hot and bothered." McCreary smiled.
"If you fuck this up or do anything that I don't like, I'll end you." Bellamy said slowly through gritted teeth.
Roan broke the tension, "He won't fuck up Blake, he knows that means he'd have to deal with me." Roan smiled at both of them and continued on with the game plan.
…
Bellamy left the meeting fuming. He did not trust this man and felt even worse about Clarke's involvement. He didn't want any kind of loose ends in the mix and this guy was definitely a wildcard.
Walking into his apartment he grew wearier when he saw his sister waiting inside for him with Lincoln by her side. She seemed nervous.
Bellamy remembered when they'd told them they were dating just over a year before. He hadn't handled it well. But after a while, he came to understand how much they cared about each other and he knew that Lincoln made Octavia happy. That was all he ever wanted for her.
"What's wrong?" He asked and watched as Lincoln took her hand.
"Nothing." She said in the highest pitch voice he'd ever heard come out of her mouth, "I just, WE just," she said nodding her head toward Lincoln, "wanted to talk to you about something."
Bellamy tensed unsure what to expect.
"Ok." he waited.
"Lincoln and I . . . well you know we've been dating for awhile . . ."
"We're moving in together." Lincoln spit out.
Bellamy let out a loud belly laugh and couldn't stop.
"That's it?!" He continued laughing.
"Well . . . yeah. You aren't mad?" Octavia asked.
Bellamy contained his laughter, "No O. I'm not mad. You are my little sister and whatever makes you happy makes me happy."
"Thanks, big brother." She smiled giving him a tight hug.
"So we're good?" Lincoln asked.
"We're good." Bellamy said with a smile and patting him on the shoulder.
"Ok, now that we got that over with. What happened in Chicago? Did you see Clarke?" Octavia asked.
Bellamy gave Octavia and Lincoln the PG version of his reunion with Clarke in Chicago.
"I've got some bad news about the job. There is an outsider joining us. His name is Paxton McCreary." He looked at Lincoln, "You ever heard of him?"
Lincoln nodded, "Yeah, he's a psychopath. This is really bad news."
"What do you know about him?"
"A long history of violence against men and women. A lot of his colleagues tend to go missing. His girlfriends tend to end up in hospitals. He's hot-tempered and unpredictable."
Bellamy took a deep breath in. "This is not good."
. . .
After dinner, when Octavia and Lincoln left his apartment, Bellamy sat down on his couch and checked his watch. It was 8:45 PM on the East Coast, that meant it was 5:45 PM in Los Angeles, a little earlier than he said he would call but he wanted to hear Clarke's voice. He pulled out his new burner phone and dialed.
"You're early." Clarke scolded him.
"I couldn't wait any longer." He admitted. "God I miss you."
"I miss you too." She said quietly.
"Tell me something good about your day." He asked, hoping she could distract him from his news about McCreary.
"It's beautiful here, 76 degrees, not a cloud in the sky. I'm walking on the beach as we speak and the sand feels amazing beneath my bare feet." He could almost feel the heat of the sand and breeze from the ocean hit him.
"I wish I was there with you." He meant it.
"Bellamy, what's wrong?" She asked. He hated that she could read him so easily.
"Nothing, I can talk about on the phone, but I promise I'll take care of it, OK?"
"I know you will." She responded confidently, "Tell me something good about your day."
"This is the something good about my day."
They continued on speaking for hours into the night.
. . .
A/N: The bank job happens NEXT CHAPTER! Will it go as planned? Will Clarke and Bellamy be able to live happily ever after? Keep up by favoriting and following and PLEASE review to let me know what you think! Thanks again for your support, I am really enjoying this experience!
