A/N: Hello, lovely readers! I'm so sorry this has taken a few weeks to upload, I've been extremely busy and I haven't had a chance to write a lot. But I'm back now, and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! As always, please read, review, and enjoy!
Chapter Four
Clarke was taking an eternity in the shower. Bellamy was pretty sure she was doing it to pay him back for his extremely long shower, but he understood her frustration. He was hungry, and he couldn't ask her what she wanted to eat if she was in the shower. And even he wasn't enough of a dick to get food just for himself.
He thought back to their episode in the bathroom doorway. Feeling her pressed up against him had done strange things to his stomach. He wasn't used to thinking of Clarke as a sexual being, but that look on her face had been sexual as hell. And now he couldn't stop thinking about her in a sexual way. He'd always known she was female and objectively cute, but she was his sister's best friend. That sister term used to carry over to Clarke, too. But not anymore.
Even in the car, he'd been noticing little things about her, like the way she pushed her hair behind her ear when she was trying to distract herself, the way she bit her lip when she was nervous. He'd found himself wanting to use his teeth to pull that lip form hers, then suck it into his mouth as he kissed her soundly. And he hadn't been able to get rid of his erection since he'd walked out of the shower. First it had been her soft body up against his, then their argument, and now his thoughts. Damn, but her annoyance turned him on. He had no idea how he'd missed it in the past, because God knew they'd fought often enough.
Bellamy shook his head. He needed to figure out a way to distract himself from Clarke. It was definitely not helping that her body was naked under the spray of water in the bathroom; all he could think about was pushing her thighs apart and burying his head in between. Between eating her and licking up the water from the shower, he would have all the sustenance he needed. But Clarke might actually rip off his balls if he did that, so a distraction was necessary.
He decided on watching a basketball game on the small TV in their room. Flipping on the TV, he went to take a seat on the couch. And that's when the legs of the ancient piece of furniture decided to give out. Bellamy found himself on his ass on the ground, only a few layers of fabric and a cushion separating the two.
The noise must have alarmed Clarke, because the shower turned off and she appeared a moment later in a towel. He almost groaned. Couldn't she put on some clothes first?
"What the hell happened?" She demanded. He briefly entertained the idea of shoving her against the well and kissing her. But this seemed like an inappropriate time for that.
"What does it look like? I sat down, and the damn couch broke in half!"
"You just sat down?"
"No, I took a running start and dived."
"Okay, the sarcasm? Really not helping right now."
"Oh, I'm sorry, is this upsetting for you? I couldn't see your face, because I'm sitting on the damn floor!"
"Then get off the damn floor!" Bellamy couldn't remember a time when he had fought with a woman so much. And definitely not when he had enjoyed it so much. He pushed himself off the floor and instantly regretted it. He had forgotten she was standing there in nothing but a towel. Was this how she had felt thirty minutes ago when he had just finished his shower? Because if so, he was sorry for putting her through this. This was rough.
He stared at her as she stood in front of him, half naked. His gaze tracked down to her mouth and held there. Sure, her lips weren't the fullest he'd seen, but they were soft and sassy. And damn did he love it when they insulted him. Then there were her eyes. He really couldn't peg when her eyes had started to get to him, but it was long before her lips had. He'd never been able to resist her when she shot him one of those sad doe-eyed looks she used to give him all the time.
Her ire caused her chest to rise and fall harshly. When had he gotten close enough that he could feel her chest pushing into his with every breath she took? He was about two seconds away from wrapping an arm around her waist and bringing her into his body when a knock sounded on their door.
Clarke squealed and jumped back into the bedroom, finally realizing she was half-naked and definitely not decent. Bellamy shook his head and went to the door, opening it to find Shelly wringing her hands.
"Is everything okay in here? We heard a crash." Maybe it had been their bickering when they checked in the night before, but she looked positively terrified that someone was dead in their room.
"We're alright, but the couch gave out on us." Bellamy moved out of the doorway so Shelly could see the broken couch in the middle of the room.
"Oh, dear!" She pushed her way inside to take a closer look at the damages.
"Is there any way we can get another couch in here?" Clarke asked, appearing from the bathroom in sweatpants and a loose t shirt. Relieved as he was that she wasn't giving the world a show, his hormones wept that her delicious skin was covered.
"Well, I can definitely get this one out of here. But getting another one in might be tricky. See, we have to get the couch delivered and the only department store is about sixty miles away. I'll put in the order, but it could be a few days." Shelly shook her head. "In the meantime, I can have my son and his best friend come move this one out. I'll give him a call now, and he should be up soon to get this one out of here. I'm glad everything is okay up here." Casting one last nervous glance at the pair of them, Shelly stepped out of the room.
Clarke sighed and took in the mess that made up the middle of their room. "So, what now?"
"Now, we wait until they can take the couch out of here and we get some breakfast."
"No, I mean, where am I going to sleep now? If they can't get a couch up here today, where do I sleep tonight?"
He hadn't thought about that. He didn't even have to glance around the room to know the only other place she could sleep would be in the bed. With him. He couldn't decide whether that would be a good thing or not. Well, he knew it wouldn't be a good thing, but he would enjoy it regardless.
"You sleep in the bed. If you want, we can stick some pillows between us. If that's still not good enough, I can sleep on the floor."
"You're not sleeping on the floor." Surprised, he glanced up from the broken couch to look at the expression on her face. As if realizing what she just offered, she said, "I mean, if you would've been grumpy sleeping on the tiny couch, you're definitely going to be grumpy if you sleep on the floor."
She said it, but it didn't really look like she meant it. "Okay, then pillows between us it is."
"Why are you being so nice about this?"
"Why are you?"
Her mouth twitched in what he could only guess was amusement. Or maybe he was just hoping it was. And that was more dangerous than finding her sexy as hell. The desire to make her laugh implied feelings. Like, real feelings. Sure, he was protective of her and he would always be there for her, but he had always just assumed he felt that way because she was like his little sister And that he wanted her to stick around so they could continue to torment each other.
Bellamy opened his mouth to reply, but another knock on their door interrupted him. This time, Clarke was the one to answer it. He took in the soft sway of her hips and her damp hair falling down her back. She opened the door to reveal two bulky men, probably in their early thirties.
"We're here to pick up a couch?" The one on the left leaned against the doorframe, smiling at Clarke.
"Yeah, it broke in half. Come on in." She moved aside and gestured for them to enter the room. Both men blatantly looked her over as they passed her into the room. Bellamy couldn't tell if she didn't notice their interest or didn't care, but he had to suppress a growl at their interest in her. The more he watched her, the more he felt like she really didn't notice that these men were checking her out. Did she really not know her own beauty?
It took only a few minutes for the men to remove the couch from their room. Though a flurry of movement engulfed the room, Bellamy was still in thought. When she was around him, Clarke was sassy and strong and alive. But when it cam to others, she seemed unaware of her massive effect on people. And though he couldn't understand why, he wanted everyone else to see that side of her.
"So, breakfast?" She asked, smiling, when the men left the room. When Bellamy did nothing but stare at her, she looked down at herself. "What? Do I have something in my hair?" When he again didn't respond, she narrowed her eyes at him. "What, Bellamy?"
She was too cute for words. So he crossed the room in two big steps, threated his fingers through her hair, and fit his lips to hers. He was expecting a slap, or for her to shove him away and yell at him. But she did none of that.
She went pliant against him, her lips giving way under his. That was all he needed, and he wrapped an arm around her waist to bring her tight against his body. He caught her lower lip in his teeth and gave a gentle tug, which got a whimper out of her. And that was too much for him. He gave her a quick warning lick to her bottom lip before he slid his tongue inside. She tasted so sweet, he couldn't get enough of it. Keeping her tight against him, he walked her backwards until her back hit the wall.
Even in her kiss, she was still Clarke. She was still giving as good as she got and kissing him back eagerly. She clung to his shoulders, pushed her hips against him, and let her tongue play with his. She was fire in his arms. Keeping one hand firmly caught in her hair, he brought the other down her side and tugged her leg up to wrap around his hip. This, Clakre in his arms and wrapped around him, this was heaven.
And then her cell phone rang, and heaven faded away. She dragged her lips away from his and stiffened in his arms. It wasn't a verbal refusal, but her body was telling him she was done with this moment. She didn't speak as he backed away, her eyes wide and locked on his. After a heavy moment, Clarke moved away from the wall and towards her bag. And one thing was clear for Bellamy: he had tasted heaven, and he was damn well going to do it again. And she would enjoy it, too.
Octavia disconnected the call with annoyance. Why was Clarke dodging her calls? She'd called her friend three times that morning, with no answer. She was starting to get worried. Maybe Clarke and Bellamy were out of cell service⦠or maybe Bellamy had killed her. She wouldn't put it past her brother to kill Clarke, and she sure as hell wouldn't put it past Clarke to kill Bellamy, either. Sending them on a road trip together was starting to seem like a bad idea.
"What's wrong, Octavia? You seem a little tense." Yeah, well, if she was tense, hearing Finn's voice was sure as hell not going to help.
"What do you want, Finn?" She sighed, turning to face him. In the time since the debacle with Clarke and Raven, she'd barely seen Finn. He didn't look much different. And in truth, she had nothing against Finn. But it was her duty as the best friend of both women involved that she be annoyed with him whenever he was around.
"To make sure you're okay?" He seemed to really just be checking in on her.
"Did Linc send you?"
"Actually, yeah, he said you were working yourself really hard. He wanted to make sure you were taking a break. Or at least drinking lots of fluids and eating every few hours." It was true, Lincoln was a bit of a heath nut. He always wanted to make sure she was being healthy and eating nutritious meals. Which just made it easier for her to justify eating half a pizza or a pint of ice cream.
"I'm doing fine, Finn. I'm actually taking a break right now to call Clarke." And she regretted telling him that. He didn't need to hear about his ex. And Clarke probably didn't want him to hear about her, either.
"How is she?"
"She's fine. She and Bellamy are stuck in Indiana until their car is fixed. It won't be ready for another day or two. But Finn? I don't think it's a good idea for you to talk to her when she gets here. Or Raven."
"Why not? I mean, I know I'm not their favorite person, but I thought we had all moved passed it."
"Yes, you have, but I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. I don't want either of them getting false hope, and I sure as hell don't want any fights ruining my wedding day. So I think it would be best if you all stay away from each other."
"Well, I can't say I agree with you, but it is the biggest day of your life, so I will do as you wish. But I refuse to ignore them. I will say hello and be polite, and that will be it." Octavia eyed him suspiciously, but nodded her head.
"Okay, I can deal with that. But if you do anything to mess up my day, I will find you and rip your nuts off. You got it?"
Finn just smiled and shook his head. "There's that old Octavia Blake. I missed her."
Octavia rolled her eyes, but she smiled as Finn walked away. Cancerous as he might be for her two best friends, he was a good guy, and Lincoln was lucky to have him as a friend.
