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Chapter Three
Clarke was warmer than normal when she finally woke up in the morning. Her body was a perfect, toasty temperature and she was far more comfortable than she was used too. The amazing resort bed followed the form of her body and cradled her perfectly but there was something else… something like a pair of muscular, banded arms circling her waist and holding her tightly against a firm, bare chest. Her legs were tangled in a pair of long, lean legs and soft breath puffed against her cheek in a steady pattern.
She was tangled up in bed with Bellamy Blake… and he had a not-so-little friend pressing against her hip.
Clarke flushed and tried to think of a way to squirm out of his arms, she shifted slightly backwards and made a move to pull her leg free but even the slightest movement changed the dip of the bed and Bellamy's arms tightened crushing her against his chest with a sleepy yawn.
Clarke swallowed heavily as his hardness pressed more firmly against her, she fought the urge to wrap her legs around his hips and grind against it… she figured assaulting her fake boyfriend in his sleep was not the best way to kick off their week.
She tried to squirm away again and managed to free her arm, she was hoping she could coax his arms into releasing her when he suddenly groaned and rolled them over so he was on his back with her halfway on top of him. She gasped when he held her tight and allowed his thigh to settle between hers.
"Why are you trying to get up so early? We have the morning free." Bellamy groaned and slipped his hands under the sweater to rub her bare back slowly. Clarke remained rigid despite the fact that he had found a weakness of hers, she had always loved having her back rubbed .
"Because I was pressed up against you? And I didn't want to bother you?" It sounded stupid even to her own ears, Bellamy quirked an eyebrow and shook his head sleepily.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I didn't mind." His voice had that sexy rumbling quality that lit a fire in Clarke and filled her with indecent thoughts.
"I umm… I hadn't noticed?" Bellamy laughed sleepily and guided Clarke to relax on his chest again. He wrapped both arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"Just go back to sleep for a while, we both need it." Clarke wanted to protest that she had things to do, that she needed another shower, or that she wasn't tired. Anything to get her out of bed with Bellamy but her eyelids were drooping again and he was rubbing her back. Clarke was asleep again in minutes.
This time when Clarke woke up again she wasn't surprised by Bellamy's gentle embrace. Her head still rested on his chest and his fingers were lightly caressing her her back and arm as she came to. She yawned and stretched against his side feeling him chuckle and wrap his arm tighter around her.
"Good morning, Princess." He said softly and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
"Mhm, morning," she mumbled sleepily and nuzzled into Bellamy's chest. He groaned and squirmed slightly under her, Clarke blushed feeling embarrassed about his obvious discomfort and moved to slip out of the bed.
"Where you going?" Bellamy brushed his hand down her back and pouted as she swung her legs over the edge.
"I wanna brush my teeth, besides we should probably think about breakfast." Clarke tried to keep her disappointment out of her voice as she headed into the bathroom and splashed water on her face. After scrubbing her teeth she stared at the door dreading the idea of heading back out there.
She had assumed he wouldn't mind the cuddling… especially when she had felt his hardness against her the first time she had woken up. She reminded herself that most guys couldn't control the fact that they got morning hardons, it wasn't about her at all. In the end it made sense he had pulled away, she probably should have expected it, after all she was only his fake date for the week. Clarke decided she needed to do better at keeping things platonic and putting some distance between them.
When she slipped back into the suite she headed for her suitcase and dug through in search of some resort appropriate clothing. She was aware of Bellamy, stretched out shirtless in the bed behind her, and she could feel his eyes searching her body.
"You know, we could lay down and get room service instead of facing the world out there." He suggested huskily, she glanced over her shoulder to see him smirking and patting the open spot in the bed.
"I don't know, maybe we should look for Octavia…" Clarke suggested weakly, she watched Bellamy raise an eyebrow at her and laugh lightly.
"You think my sister and Lincoln are going to come out of their room on their morning off?" Bellamy laughed and Clarke shrugged awkwardly. "Besides, if we wanna be convincing," Bellamy stood from the bed and stepped towards her. "We should really stay in bed all day too," he closed the distance between them and gripped her hips, pulling her into the hard line of his body. Clarke's breathing intensified as she stared up at the gorgeous man above her and chewed on her lower lip.
"You… want to stay in bed?" Clarke whispered nervously, Bellamy grinned and dragged her back towards the bed and tossed her down lightly. Clarke giggled wildly and squealed when Bellamy dropped on top of her and held the majority of his weight with his arms. She couldn't hold herself back from sifting her fingers through his curls making him hum softly.
"Every. Damn. Day." Bellamy buried his face in her neck and kissed the skin there slowly, Clarke tilted her head back with a sigh and pulled lightly at his hair as his lips locked on her jaw. He moved his mouth over every inch of her neck, leaving no spot unkissed. She moaned and wrapped her thighs tighter around his hips, she felt like someone had lit an inferno in her core and she yanked his hair to pull his mouth to hers. Bellamy complied and pushed his mouth hard against hers, their lips moved fast and messy and in no time at all his tongue was teasing her lips open to coax her tongue with his.
Bellamy's hands closed over her hips and pulled her on top of him with a grunt, their hips ground together as their tongues battled for dominance and Bellamy sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Clarke moaned and ran her fingernails down his bare chest, Bellamy lifted his hips into her pelvis and growled low in his throat. His hands had finally pushed their way under her sweater and slowly slid up towards her breasts and Clarke whimpered with excitement as his mouth latched onto her neck and bit the spot where her neck and shoulder met.
Clarke was ready to rip both of their clothes off and beg for more when the shrill ringing of the hotel room sliced through the moment. She felt as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on them when she jerked upright and glanced at the bedside table. Bellamy sighed in frustration and sat up, he looped an arm around her to keep her straddling his lap as he reached for the phone.
"Yes?" He huffed, there was a pause and Bellamy let his head fall forward to rest on her collar. "Yeah alright, we'll be right down." He hung the phone up with a heavy click and lifted his head, framing her face with his hands he kissed her lightly on the lips. "Octavia, Lincoln, Raven, and Wick have booked us a table downstairs for lunch. We have to go meet them." Clarke nodded, not trusting her voice to conceal her frustration and slowly climbed off his lap.
They both hissed at the loss of content and Clarke squeezed her thighs together when she noticed how embarrassingly wet she was. Bellamy smiled and told her she could use the bathroom first, she was relieved as she slipped inside and pulled off his sweater and her sleep shorts along with her soaked panties.
As she caught sight of herself in the mirror she was shocked to see the mess his hands had made of her hair and as she pulled on her jeans, teal cami, and white cardigan she noticed how swollen her lips were… but the real kicker was the big red mark Bellamy had left on her collar bone. She growled as she pulled her sweater to cover it before stomping out of the bathroom.
"I'm going to kick your ass, Blake." She crossed her arms and glared at him as he gave her a puzzled look and pulled his long sleeved, grey, henley shirt over his head.
"It's not my fault we didn't get to finish, Princess. Trust me, I'm disappointed too." He smirked and reached for her when she slapped his hand away.
"I'm not talking about that, I was referring to this," she pulled her cardigan open, exposing the red mark he left and narrowed her eyes when he smirked.
"Not bad, considering I didn't spend a lot of time on it." Bellamy grabbed her rib cage and pulled her in with a smile. She smacked his chest and glared harder when he laughed before placing a light kiss on the mark.
"Seriously? This isn't funny, my dress for tonight is never going to cover that."
"Why would you want to cover it? It tells everyone you're mine, I like it." Clarke snorted in response and pushed her fingers into his dark locks, tugging slightly to get his attention.
"We have to converse with my mother and your sister tonight, do you want to explain that to them?" She quirked an eyebrow and watched as Bellamy appeared deep in thought.
"You can wear your hair down, no one will see it then. And besides, we're adults, they probably assume we've had sex all over this place already. I'm just keeping up the image." Bellamy's voice took on a teasing note with his last words and lightly kissed Clarke's lips again before playfully tapping her butt and heading into the bathroom.
Clarke and Bellamy made their way into the cute, bistro style restaurant off the lobby of the resort. He subconsciously tangled their fingers together as they made their way over to the table where their friends sat.
"There you guys are! What took so long?" Octavia squealed and pushed up from her chair to hug her brother and Clarke before they could sit down.
"That part should be obvious, they were making good use of the amazing beds in this place." Raven's voice was teasing but the look she and Wick shared told a very different story.
"Gross! That's my brother!" Octavia whined, Lincoln chuckled and rubbed her back as she pouted at Raven.
"Yeah, and our best friend who was in desperate need of a fantastic screw." Raven turned to appraise them. "By the looks of it she finally got one." Clarke's face burned, she pressed her hands over her cheeks to try and conceal it but everyone around the table laughed and Bellamy slid his arm along the back of her chair and lightly brushed his fingers over her shoulder.
"Can we talk about something different?" Clarke grumbled, more laughter ensued and Bellamy lightly kissed her temple.
"You having a sex life is something different!" Octavia snorted and Lincoln claimed her hand with his.
"Be nice, Baby."
"Nice? We have a year of teasing to make up for since these two decided to keep secrets!" Raven scoffed and grinned at Wick when he lightly squeezed her knee.
"Ugh, I need better friends." Clarke groaned and buried her face in Bellamy's neck, he slipped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
"You'll be okay, Princess," he chuckled lightly.
"Besides, we're irreplaceable!" Octavia giggled and smiled brighter at her friends who shook their heads but didn't disagree with her statement.
They finished lunch with a surplus of teasing directed at Clarke and Bellamy. Clarke was certain her face would be stuck in a lobster state, particularly when Wick wolf whistled as they headed back to the elevators to get ready for the evening. She was internally cursing Bellamy for his regular complexion and easy going grin, she was immensely jealous of his calm demeanor.
"Why aren't you blushing at all? Your sister made reference to your dick at lunch?" Clarke demanded when they reached their room.
"That part was a little disturbing I admit… but they just do it because they're happy for you, Princess. As goofy as they may be, they do love you." He smiled across the room at her while she shifted around in search of her dress.
"Yeah… I guess you're right…" She mumbled as she pulled the dress free and shuffled towards the bathroom. "Is it okay if I go first?" Bellamy nodded as he stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes.
Clarke changed quickly into her navy and white striped, strapless dress. Bellamy's mark still stood proudly on her collarbone and she rolled her eyes as she touched up her curls and pinned them over one shoulder to cover the evidence of their morning. A quick layer of makeup later and Clarke was exiting the bathroom to search for her shoes.
"Bathroom's all yours, Blake," she teased as she dug through her suitcase he laughed lightly and she could hear him shuffling around to grab his belongings before closing the door with a light click.
She turned her attention to the bed, which had been made while they were gone but was now rumpled from Bellamy's body, and her eyes locked on their bed clothes. Clarke picked up the sweater she had worn the night before and wondered if she should give it back to him or maybe find a way to wash it first? Despite having only worn it once she was already attached to it, it was warm and smelled amazing and a small part of her never wanted to return it to Bellamy.
She was caught up in her thoughts and jolted when the bathroom door opened and Bellamy stepped out dressed in a white button down and navy pants. He glanced at her and raised a confused eyebrow, it took her a moment to realize she was still holding his sweater in her hands. She blushed and jumped to the only solution she could think of.
"Did you want this back?" There was an awkward pause before she thrust the sweater at him and bit her lip.
"I thought it looked better on you actually, why don't you keep it for a while?" Bellamy grinned and gently pushed the sweater back to her chest where she couldn't stop herself from hugging it to her.
"Thank you," she whispered lamely. Bellamy just smiled and kissed her forehead running his hands up and down her arms.
"Trust me, it's as much for me as it is for you." He pulled back and winked, Clarke stared up in shock as he laughed and grabbed his dress shoes from the floor beside the bed. "Hurry up, Princess. We don't wanna be late and give our friends even more ammunition!"
Fifteen minutes later Clarke had stuffed her feet into her sweet red heels and was heading out of the lobby and down the back path to the pier. Her hand was clasped with Bellamy's and she was grinning like an idiot as they headed towards the massive boat floating in the sapphire waters.
The boat cruise was always her favourite part of the festival, she could enjoy the ocean spray and stare out at the horizon and then eat dinner by the large windows of the cruiseship as the sunset painted the sky behind them. She hummed contentedly as they joined the crowd waiting to board the ship, she rested her head on Bellamy's shoulder and sighed, this was something she was afraid she could get used to.
"I'm excited to have some alone time with you," Bellamy mumbled the words into her hair and she laughed as she stared up at him.
"We're in a crowd of people? How is that alone time?"
"I meant dinner, and the fact that I fully intend to steal you for a titanic moment at the helm of that thing." He jerked his head in the direction of the massive boat.
"You mean you're going to sink into frozen water leaving me alone on a door that clearly has room for two after promising to never let go?" She grinned playfully and traced her fingers over his jaw lightly.
"I was thinking more along the lines of finding a fancy old car and making good use of the backseat… but I'm so glad you acknowledged that door issue. It's been driving me nuts!" He looked so serious that Clarke couldn't help but laugh again and lean in for a kiss. Just before their mouths met a familiar voice called out Clarke's name.
"If it isn't my long lost best friend!" Wells Jaha fought his way through the crowd with the same bold grin he always wore.
"No way! I thought you weren't coming this year?" She squealed and threw her arms around the boy who had been her only true friend growing up. Wells laughed and squeezed her tight before setting her down.
"Last minute change of plans, I thought I'd surprise you!" He reached behind him and pulled a gorgeous girl with ebony hair and emerald eyes into his arms. "You remember my girlfriend Sasha, right?" Clarke nodded and greeted the girl who smiled brightly back.
"How've you been?" Wells and Sasha shared an excited look before Sashe thrust her left hand out to show off a glimmering diamond ring.
"We got engaged!" They cheered excitedly and Clarke was overwhelmingly happy for her friend. He deserved this and Sasha was an amazing woman, perfect for him in every way. The thought of a perfect match brought a certain person to mind and Clarke spun quickly around to grab Bellamy and pull him to her.
"Oh god, I'm so rude. Bellamy, this is my oldest friend Wells. He's Thelonious Jaha's son. Wells, this is my boyfriend Bellamy Blake, Octavia's older brother." Bellamy and Wells shook hands and greeted each other before Bellamy said hello to Sasha and congratulated them on the engagement.
"You're one lucky man, Blake. You've got a hell of a woman there." Wells was smiling but it was impossible to miss the faint warning in his tone, after Finn he was particularly protective over Clarke.
"I know, trust me." Bellamy pulled Clarke back into his arms and she was hit with a pang of wishing it was real, wishing that he really felt the way he pretended to.
They chatted for several more minutes before making their way onto the deck. Bellamy held Clarke tight as though he was afraid someone would knock her over and she giggled as she explained that she had been on boats like this in heels more times than she could count.
"Yeah well, I don't want my girl breaking her ankle. Not that carrying you around wouldn't be fun but I'm pretty sure you'd miss walking." Clarke snorted out a laugh and kissed his cheek swiftly as her mother pushed her way over to them, dragging poor Marcus behind her.
"Sweetheart! You look lovely, I really like that dress." Clarke smiled and thanked her mother who beamed for a second before a frown fell into place. "Why don't you push your hair out of your face, let people see your eyes." Clarke sighed, that was the way of Abby Griffin, her compliments were often followed by critiques. She almost didn't flinch as her mother reached out to push back the hair Clarke had carefully pinned over one shoulder when she remembered why she had taken the time to style it.
"Wait!" Clarke slapped her hand down against her hair protectively and leaned back, Abby gave her a strange look and opened her mouth to speak when she was interrupted by Bellamy.
"I love her hair like this, I asked her if she would wear it this way tonight." He pressed a light kiss to her exposed shoulder and hugged her tighter. Abby's eyes softened and her smile brightened as she gripped Marcus's arm.
"That's very sweet, what a great couple you are!" She cooed, Marcus laughed and asked if they had enjoyed their free morning. Before Clarke could blush too intensely Bellamy informed them that they had slept well and had a quiet lunch with their friends all the while gently stroking Clarke's side as he breezed over the part where they had gone at it like wild teenagers shortly after waking up.
As Marcus and Abby chatted idly about the upcoming events of the week with Mr. and Mrs. Green , Clarke's friend Monty's parents, she rose on her toes to reach his ear.
"Thank you, you really are my hero," Bellamy chuckled and turned his head to brush his lips against her ear and whisper back.
"As long as I get to kiss the Princess, I'm a happy man." Clarke giggled and lightly kissed his cheek as they made their way into the main cabin of the cruiseship to grab a drink before dinner.
"Bellamy! Clarke?! No way!" Jasper Jordan pushed his way through the crowd and tossed his arms around them in greeting. Clarke had met Jasper a few months after meeting Octavia and learned that they had been friends their whole lives so it was no big surprise when he knew Bellamy as well.
"Hey man, how are ya?" Bellamy smiled and clapped Jasper on the back in a way that made Clarke roll her eyes and mutter about silly boys under her breath.
"I'm great, a little confused though, what are you two doing together?" He flicked his finger back and forth between the two of them and furrowed his eyebrows. Since Bellamy had saved her ass the last couple of times, Clarke decided to explain this one. She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tight as she smiled at Jasper.
"Octavia accidentally set us up about a year ago when he stopped home for a visit. One non date and suddenly I couldn't get rid of him," she smirked at Bellamy and teasingly tugged on his collar. "We decided to give long distance a go and keep things quiet until we figured us out, and now that he's moved back we're looking for a place together. Sorry we never mentioned it, we just wanted to figure out where we were going first." Bellamy squeezed Clarke closer and they both waited for Jasper to react.
"That's amazing! I always said you two would be perfect! Thank god it finally happened!" The both laughed at his excited outburst and Clarke laid her head gently against Bellamy's chest, the giddy moment, however, was ruined by an angry voice behind them.
"You have a girlfriend?" Clarke and Bellamy slowly turned to see a tall woman in a blue dress glaring at them. She had light brown curls and wide brown eyes, she might have been quite pretty if it weren't for the frown.
"Gina, it's nice to see you." Bellamy was stiff and crushed Clarke closer, she gently rubbed his back to soothe him and gave a kind smile to the woman she was assuming she was here to protect him from.
"Hi, I'm Clarke, and you are?" She let the question hang in the air for a minute as Bellamy composed himself.
"Princess, this is Gina. She's a lawyer for Walden, we were on the same travelling team. Gina, this is my girlfriend Clarke." She had noticed the way Gina flinched at Clarke's nickname falling from his lips but she extended her hand anyway. After a brief, and awkward, handshake Gina straightened her shoulders and smirked at Clarke.
"So, what do you do for a living? Something in the service industry I presume?" Clarke bristled at the underhanded insult but before she could speak Bellamy cut in.
"Actually, Clarke is the head nurse in pediatrics at Ark General Hospital." He smiled at her with so much pride that for a moment she thought it might be real. She slowly leaned in to brush her lips against his neck and ghosted her fingers over his chest. Gina visibly deflated before attempting another strike.
"Well I know how busy you are with work and trying to spend time with your sister, how does she handle sharing you? And besides, isn't it hard to find time?" She quirked a challenging eyebrow and Clarke traced her fingers over Bellamy's abdomen.
"Octavia is the whole reason we're together, so I don't think she minds sharing." Clarke glanced up at Bellamy and slowly but her lower lip, he swallowed hard at the sultry look in her eyes and Gina cleared her throat uncomfortably. Clarke couldn't stop her smirk.
"Besides that, we share friends so it's easy to spread time around. And now that I'm done with all the traveling, I have plenty of time for my girl." Bellamy dropped his head down to place a kiss on Clarke's lips, one that lingered a second longer than necessary, before turning back to Gina. "Anyway, we're both starving so we're going to go and be seated for supper. Have a lovely evening."
Bellamy all but dragged Clarke into the dining hall and they were both still laughing as they took their seats. "That was hilarious, did you see her face?" Clarke giggled out as Bellamy grabbed her hands in his.
"Jesus, Clarke, she didn't know what hit her when you pulled out that sexy, bitch face. I wasn't sure if you were planning on punching her or jumping me." Clarke laughed louder and squeezed his fingers.
"Neither did I, I just wanted to get the point across loud and clear." As they finally calmed down Clarke wiped at her cheeks and met his shining brown eyes.
"That was fun," he whispered as he ran his thumbs across her hands and smiled.
"Yeah, it was. Hanging out with you is fun." Clarke hesitated before her next words. "I kind of… don't want to stop…" There was a quiet pause and Clarke chewed on her bottom lip as she waited for his reply.
"Who says we will? I'm not going anywhere, Clarke." His smile was warm and soft, his words heavy with meaning. Clarke returned the smile and shifted their hands to twine their fingers again.
"Good."
