Bellamy and Octavia headed home after dropping Gina off. The street was abnormally quiet for this time of night.
"So, I'd say Clarke over did the wine, if she passed out huh?" Octavia asked.
"I didn't even see her drink any wine, the only glass I saw her with I poured back in the bottle before we left. She just said she was tired and sore, I gave her a quick back massage and she fell asleep on the counter" he replied.
"Oh, I didn't see her drink any either but I couldn't figure out how else she fell asleep in the kitchen" she laughed.
"Yea, she seemed a little out of it" Bellamy said sounding concerned.
"She's been working a lot, she went to lunch with this guy Emerson yesterday, all she said was that you two wouldn't see eye to eye, and there won't be another date."
"Nice, he must have been a real winner" he stated, causing Octavia to smirk.
"So what's up with you and Gina?"
"Just friends, I think it could have been more, if I was looking for that"
"Or if Clarke was out of the picture" Octavia added.
"Yea, I'd rather her complicate my life everyday, than have her be out of the picture" he answered unlocking the door to the apartment.
"I know, the two of you would be lost without each other" she replied throwing her purse on the coffee table.
"So I noticed you and Lincoln talk a lot lately, a few dinner's here and there." he said watching her.
"Uh, yeah, we get along pretty well, you alright with that big brother?" She asked.
"Yeah, he's one of my friends, but I trust him, I'm alright with it, I'm gonna head to bed, night"
"Night" she answered.
Bellamy laid in bed thinking about Clarke, how good her skin felt under his hands, how she reacted to his touch, how bad he wanted to just climb in bed with her and sleep with her in his arms.
He rolled to the edge of the bed, grabbed his phone out of the pants pocket on the floor and rolled back over to the center of the bed.
*3 Messages*
He swiped to see the messages, all from Clarke
Clarke: Can you come early, I had a crappy day, could use some time with my best friend! I hate when we fight, I miss you.
That's okay don't bother to answer.
Are you even coming at all...you know we started 5 mins ago
..
He groaned and checked his phone settings, the damn thing was on silent. She needed him and he dropped the ball. He sent a message back.
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Bellamy: Sorry, I just got the messages now, phone was on silent, I already tucked you in for the night
so I don't think you will get this till morning, in that case, Good Morning :)
..
Bellamy was about asleep when he heard his phone chime. He looked at the message.
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Clarke: Don't be so sure of yourself, A girls gotta pee! Where the hell are my pants?
Bellamy: Hanging over your desk chair...
Clarke: You took them off?
Bellamy: I did, I recall you yelling at me last time because I didn't.
Clarke: I didn't yell, you should have stayed, I miss you.
..
He read that last message over and over, 'Maybe she was into the wine.'
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Bellamy: O and I walked Gina home. I miss you too.
Clarke: That's right, I forgot you brought a friend, how about pizza and a movie tomorrow night, your place or mine? goodnight
..
She laid there scolding herself, 'how could you forget, way to set yourself up for disappointment.'
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Bellamy: Sounds good, My place, I've got dinner, You and O get the drinks, Night Princess
..
The next night Clarke and Octavia hit the store quick before heading to the apartment. They emptied the bags of snacks and drinks they got on to the counter. Clarke put the bottles of wine and liquor in the fridge. Bellamy wouldn't be home for at least an hour with the pizza. The girls moved to the back balcony with wine in hand. A few drinks would make the hour fly by, and it did. Bellamy walked in the house with Lincoln. It was supposed to be a surprise that he invited him, but the girls were so into talking and laughing on the porch they didn't even hear them come in. Bellamy grabbed drinks for him and Lincoln, while Lincoln carried the pizza out to the table on the balcony. He leaned down pressing a kiss to Octavia's cheek before sitting next to her. Clarke felt a cold drink graze the back of her neck as Bellamy moved past her.
"Hey, watch it" she smiled.
"You looked hot, thought I'd cool you off" he smiled. She just shook her head grabbing a plate as he pulled a chair up next to hers.
They sat talking, eating and had quite a few more drinks before deciding to go inside. Octavia and Lincoln went to find a movie and Clarke and Bellamy cleaned up everything outside quick. They all watched two movies back to back and then Lincoln left to go home, Octavia went to bed and that left Clarke and Bellamy on the couch.
"Another movie?" Bellamy asked looking at her.
"I'm gonna put all the snacks and stuff away first" she replied standing and heading into the kitchen. He stood following her.
"I suppose I could help" he said coming into the kitchen.
"That would be a first" she smiled.
"Tell me what you need" he replied with a playful smile.
"I need you to put some water on a towel and wipe this counter down" she replied focused on what she was doing. She moved around him and the kitchen just putting stuff away. He went to the sink turning the water on. He wet the towel and wiped the counter down quick.
"Bellamy, don't leave the water running" she scolded, he went to turn around and respond just as she sprayed him with the kitchen sprayer. She couldn't help but laugh at the look he was giving her, water running down his face.
"Clarke, play nice" he said walking towards her.
"I do" she smiled sweetly at him.
"Yeah right" he replied grabbing the sprayer from her and getting his revenge, before she managed to shut the water off. There they both stood all smiles and soaking wet.
"I missed you, I hate fighting with you Bell" Clarke spoke softly, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.
"I missed you two" he replied resting his hands on each side of the counter behind her.
"How's Gina?" Clarke asked.
"She's good, she's a friend, nothing more, how's Emerson?" he replied watching her. The level of alcohol they consumed taking away any awkwardness they had earlier in the week.
"Not anything to write home about" she replied.
"Why's that?" he replied. She looked up at him, her eyes locked on his.
"Because he's not you." she whispered.
He wanted to ask her again to see if he really heard it or if it was in his mind. He would have swore it was in his mind until he felt her hands run along his waist, her fingers hooked in his belt loop and she pulled him closer to her. He leaned down waiting for her to push him away, only this time she didn't. She met his lips with hers. The kiss was full of emotion, all the time they spent pushing each other away, all that tension between them, it was all being poured into that moment. He lifted her onto the counter standing between her legs, his hands under the edge of her shirt. Every time his fingers grazed her bare skin she felt it through her whole body. She pulled away, her hand slowly running through his unruly hair. He looked up, his eyes dark and intense, a smirk dancing across his lips.
"I've waited quite a long time for that" he said. She inched forward pressing her lips to his again before sliding off the counter.
"I should be going" she said. She could hear him sigh in disappointment. She reached up running her thumb along his jaw.
"I need to go Bell, I've had a lot to drink, and my body is screaming at me to take you in your bedroom right now. My conscience however is telling me I should be sober for that." she smiled. He leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
"Come on, I'll walk you home" he smiled. They walked back to her apartment holding hands in a comfortable silence.
She opened her door stepping inside only to have him pull her back out the door. He gave her one last earth shattering kiss before taking a step back.
"Good night princess"
"Good night Bellamy" she smiled closing the door gently. He waited to hear the lock click in place before heading home.