Super sorry about the delay on this one. Long story short, I'm Canadian and I celebrated my 19th birthday and then went out of town to visit the parents. Anyway, here she is.
Still don't own anything, I just have a small hope that might change.
Chapter Five
Clarke groaned as she stretched out on the bed, she was sore in the most amazing way and she had slept like a baby. She could feel the weight of Bellamy's arm draped over her stomach and turned her head to smile at his sleeping face. The previous night had left her more than sated, after she had eaten her fill of pizza Bellamy had dragged her under the covers and made her see stars over and over again.
She gently moved closer to him and brushed her lips over his lightly and snaked her arms around his torso. Deep down she knew she should be nervous about what their actions meant for them but the larger part wanted to remain immersed in their blissful bubble as long as possible.
Bellamy's lips reacted slowly to hers and he pulled her flush against his body, they had never gotten dressed the night before so she could feel every inch of him pressed against her. Clarke moved her mouth to his neck and slowly trailed kisses down his throat to his chest, with a gentle push she rolled him onto his back and continued her trail down his abdomen until she found his cock, which was sporting some impressive morning wood.
"Good morning to you too…" His words turned into a moan as Clarke's tongue danced over the head of his dick, teasing before she pulled the tip between her lips and sucked gently. Bellamy cursed and threaded his fingers into her hair as she took him slowly into her mouth before bobbing back up and releasing him. "Oh, Princess, don't stop…"
Clarke dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft and caught the bead of precum on his head as she wrapped a hand around his base and swirled her tongue around the bulbous end of his penis. Bellamy continued panting and cursing under his breath as he tugged lightly on her hair and lifted his hips for more. Clarke sank her mouth down onto him, relaxing her throat so she could ease him further in, she swallowed around his thickness and bobbed her head back up leaving him glistening with her saliva.
She slowly set a rhythm, moving her mouth up and down his cock and swallowing him into her throat, she teased with her tongue and moaned around him when he pulled her hair and groaned her name, bucking his hips slightly.
"Baby, I'm almost there, you should move." Her eyes lifted to meet his and he moaned again, stiffening when she caressed his balls in her free hand. Bellamy grunted her name and pulled gently to try and remove her head, instead she sucked harder as he fell over the edge and released into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop and released him with a satisfied popping noise as she sat upright. "That was so fucking hot. You should wake me up more often." Clarke giggled and laid down next to him as he circled her with his arms and tucked her against him.
"Well I realized after last night that I never returned the favour. I figured it was only fair." She leaned in meeting him halfway as he drew her in for a scorching kiss and hooked her leg over his hip, tracing his fingers up the back of her thigh to her ass.
"You never have to, but I did appreciate it." He mumbled into her lips and pulled her tighter to kiss her again. Clarke allowed herself to get lost in his kisses as they lay in bed, enjoying the feeling of him holding her tight and teasing her tongue with his. As Bellamy's fingers moved towards her folds gently she pulled her mouth from his and played with his hair.
"We have to get in the shower if we want to make it to the tour on time. We slept in after all of our activities last night." Bellamy groaned into her neck and shook his head.
"Do we have to go?"
"You made me go to the spa, so I'm going to take a shot in the dark here and say that we do." Clarke lightly kissed the spot beneath his ear and wiggled free from his arms to grab her clothes for the day. "I'll even be nice and take the first one so you can rest a little longer. But I just won fake-girlfriend of the year."
"You know, I think that only gets you a nomination. Let's make you the winner and save some water in the process." Bellamy stood from the bed and claimed his own clothing, he playfully slapped Clarke's ass and guided her to the bathroom with a smirk. Clarke shook her head and watched while he started the water and turned to pull her close.
"Alright, but only because I'm dedicated to winning this award. Get your fine ass in that shower, Blake."
"Why the fuck do we have to take a tour of the town? It's like four blocks!" Raven whined as they climbed to the top of the open tour bus.
"Octavia, isn't this your line? Shouldn't you be telling us about group bonding in our environment?" Wick chuckled and lowered himself onto one of the bench seats.
"To be honest, even I can't defend taking the same tour every year. Maybe it's just to feed the tourist culture." Octavia shrugged and snuggled into Lincoln. Bellamy and Clarke took a seat across from Octavia and Lincoln, getting comfortable until they would be forced to get out for the foot tour through the art gallery.
"The part I don't get is that some of them seem so excited to do this year after year." Lincoln shook his head and watched people climb onto the bus. Raven nodded and stared at the people claiming the front seats to ooh and awe over the same sights they saw every year.
The bus started with a rumble and pulled away from the sidewalk in the town square, the conductor's voice began the same monotone opening her gave every year and Clarke had to fight the urge to fall asleep on Bellamy's shoulder. He casually draped his arm along the back of the bench and gazed out at the town as they drove.
It really was quite pretty, there were colourful storefronts and cobblestone streets with manicured shrubs and trees lining the sidewalk. In the distance the bright blue of the water framed two sides of the sweet little town making it seem like a scene from a postcard. Raven and Wick were fully ignoring the tour as they alternated between whispering to each other and sharing deep kisses, Octavia had her head resting on Lincoln as they stared out at the park and spoke quietly. Not for the first time Clarke found herself feeling disappointed that what she and Bellamy had wasn't real. A part of her would give anything for lazy vacations and cuddling with someone who just understood her on every level, her friends were lucky to have found people who complimented them so well.
Bellamy's breath brushed against her ear making her jump and pull herself from her jealous thoughts. "Do you remember that little resort I told you about? The one with the private cabins?" Clarke nodded as his arm shifted off the back of the seat to surround her while his other arm pointed into the distance. "If you follow that road right there, it's just a few minutes away. You can actually see some of the cabins from here." She followed his gaze and smiled when she saw the tops of the buildings scattered along the shore.
"It looks beautiful," she whispered letting her head rest on his shoulder.
"You'd love it, I have a feeling getting you to go home at the end of the trip would be a struggle." Bellamy chuckled and kissed the top of her head, settling her more comfortably against him. Clarke couldn't stop herself from smiling, it was odd that in the short time since they had met he knew her so well. It was like they had been friends for years, everything seemed to come so naturally that it almost scared Clarke.
"It's not my fault I enjoy a vacation from the long hours at the hospital." She playfully stuck her tongue out at him and he tickled her ribs, Clarke laughed and squirmed desperately away from his fingers which only resulted in almost falling across his lap.
"Hey love birds, some of us are trying to enjoy a tour." Wells teased as he and Sasha settled into the last available seats near them.
"You mean you think you missed something the last eight times you've been on this tour?" Clarke teased, they laughed and Bellamy released Clarke so she could return to her seat, though he kept his arm wrapped around her.
"I'm glad someone called them on it, these two are like Barbie and Ken or some shit." Raven scoffed and shot a smirk in Clarke's direction.
"Right? Like someone picked them out of a catalog." Octavia winked at them and Clarke fought the urge to kick her for teasing like that.
"Exactly! That's the perfect way to put it!" Wick laughed loudly and drew the attention of some people sitting nearby, Clarke's entire face was on fire so she turned to bury it in Bellamy's neck.
"Seriously though, I've never seen you so happy Clarke. No one's ever made her smile that much." Raven gave a supportive smile and turned to Bellamy. "I can't know for sure until I interrogate her, but I think I approve."
"Of course you do, he's my brother so he was already prescreened." Octavia grinned at Bellamy like the proud mother of a sixth grade science fair winner.
"Ahh, so you're big brother Blake. That makes much more sense." Wells laughed and this time Bellamy blushed slightly.
"My reputation proceeds me…" He groaned, Clarke squeezed his knee reassuringly.
"All good things, promise." Octavia nodded wildly and the group shared a chuckle as they broke out their favourite protective Bellamy stories. The bus ride passed quickly and soon they were arriving in front of the gallery and being ushered off, Bellamy grabbed Clarke's hand as soon as the stood from their seats and headed towards the entrance.
"I guess it was finally my turn to take some heat," he sighed as they stepped inside the main doors.
"It's only fair, normally it's me getting tortured." Clarke laughed and squeezed his fingers.
"Am I really that overbearing?"
"Everyone knows it's just because you love her. You two are close, it's normal to feel that way." Bellamy nodded but seemed deep in thought, Clarke pulled him to a stop and and rose on her toes to kiss his cheek. "She means alot to you, it's very sweet actually." Bellamy smiled and wrapped his arms around Clarke to hug her close, she squeezed him tightly and enjoyed breathing in his scent.
"Thank you, Princess," he pulled back and cupped her face to plant a gentle kiss on her lips before parting.
"C'mon, I'm going to drag you through here and talk your ear off about art, ready?"
"As I'll ever be," he laughed and let Clarke pull him along behind her.
Half an hour later they had made a pitstop by a gorgeous landscape painting of a rocky shore, Bellamy stood behind Clarke with his hands resting on her hips as she admired it.
"It looks so real, almost like a photograph," she murmured, staring at the enchanting sunset image.
"You know, I always dreamed I'd honeymoon in a place like that." Clarke turned in Bellamy's arms to examine his face for any sign that he might be joking. "I know it sounds lame for a guy to say that, but my mom used to talk about watching a waterfall from a rocky shoreline and it kinda stuck with me. After she died I always said it would be the place I would take the woman I love someday." Clarke's heart swelled at the sentimental story, she wrapped her arms around his torso and smiled up at him.
"That's not lame, Bellamy. That's so sweet, whoever that girl is will be impossibly lucky." Clarke felt a slight drop in her stomach as she thought of Bellamy watching the sunset on his honeymoon with someone else. She bit her lip and slid out of his arms, feigning interest in a painting over his shoulder, she stepped around him to gaze at it.
"You okay, Princess?" She nodded, not trusting her voice just yet, and swallowed back the tears inexplicably welling in her throat.
"Yeah, just a little thirsty," she coughed to hide the shakiness and felt his hands lightly brush her shoulders.
"I'll go get you something, stay here." He kissed the back of her head and she heard his footsteps departing. Clarke forced down the sobs that were building in her chest and allowed just a few tears to sneak down her cheeks, she quickly swiped them away and breathed deeply, trying to remind herself that this was just for show.
Keep it together, Griffin. Detach and conquer. She nodded, hardening her resolve, distance was the only way she could survive this week. Taking a deep breath she decided to put up her walls both physically and emotionally, if she kept him out then maybe her already fragile heart would stay in one piece.
"Princess? That's interesting." Clarke spun on her heel to see Finn Collins leaning against the wall opposite her. He had the same long, dark hair as before, his skin was still slightly tanned, his eyes warm and dark.
"Finn… how are you?" Clarke managed a small smile as she stared at the boy she had once loved so fiercely.
"Apparently better than you right now. Why are you crying?" He seemed genuinely concerned, that was the worst part about Finn, despite everything he had never been a dick and he always seemed to care.
"I'm not…" She clenched her fists to keep from wiping the tears off her cheeks.
"Clarke, I've known you for years, I can tell when you've been crying." He took a couple steps towards her, reaching out to close the distance between them. Clarke jerked back out of his reach and sniffed slightly, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, you made me cry enough that I guess you would recognize it." She lashed out, Finn's face fell, he looked deeply hurt and Clarke instantly felt guilt mounting in her stomach. Things may have ended badly between them but they hadn't always been bad.
"I guess I deserved that… I'm so sorry, Clarke. I just want you to know that." Finn swallowed heavily and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "But I still want you to be happy, I want you to be with someone who treats you well, not someone who makes you cry."
"No! That's not him, don't get that idea in your head. Bellamy is amazing, and he treats me better than I deserve, this is all me… I'm a mess." Clarke sniffled and shook her head, Finn looked almost hurt by her words but her nodded.
"Well, there's no way he treats you better than you deserve, you deserve the world, but I'm glad he's not doing this to you… Do you want to talk about it?" He looked so nervous that for a moment Clarke wanted to laugh, she remembered the time before they were dating when they had been able to talk for hours about anything. Admittedly she missed that, but with everything that had happened between them she was certain she couldn't go back and pretend.
"I can't…" She shrugged and Finn nodded in understanding.
"Maybe someday we'll get back to how we were." Finn smiled easily for a moment until his eyes locked on something over her shoulder and his featured tightened.
"Sorry it took so long, they mostly had pop but I figured you'd want orange juice so I went on a hunt." Bellamy smiled and held the cup out to Clarke, she warmed at his remembering her favourite drink, her stomach fluttered at the thought of him putting the extra effort just to get it.
"Thank you," she smiled up at him. Bellamy slipped an arm around her waist and tucked her close, kissing her forehead. For a moment she stiffened thinking of the walls she had decided to slap into place, but remembered Finn standing in front of them and relaxed. Just for the sake of their story, or so she told herself.
"Hey, Bellamy Blake," he extended a hand to Finn who shook it firmly.
"Finn Collins." Bellamy's eyes widened in recognition and he pulled Clarke tighter against him.
"Yeah, I've heard about you. Nice to meet you." The tension was palpable, Bellamy and Finn just stared, sizing each other up as Clarke traced the rim of her cup with her finger.
"Finn!" A female called from a group standing several feet away. She was young and beautiful, with long blonde hair and a short fluttering skirt. She was waving Finn over and smiling brightly.
"I guess I should probably go. It was great to see you again, Clarke." Finn gave her a small smile before turning to Bellamy. "You're lucky, don't screw it up." He walked away before Bellamy could reply.
"So, that's him eh?" Bellamy glanced down at Clarke who nodded and took a big mouthful of her drink.
"He actually doesn't seem all that bad. I mean aside from what he did to you." He rubbed Clarke's back soothingly and smiled at her.
"He isn't, and he's apologized, but it doesn't make it go away. I don't hate him, but I don't think things will ever be what they used to." Clarke shrugged and Bellamy nodded, in a weird way she felt like he understood more than anyone else she'd tried to explain it to and it comforted her greatly.
"Well, the best thing about the past is that you can leave it there and move forward. What do you say we move forward? You've still got a lot of art to show me." Bellamy smiled, Clarke nodded and stepped out of his embrace to show him the next piece in the gallery.
In a weird way, seeing Finn had felt like closure. It felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and she could breathe easily. Though she had seen him last summer after they had broken up, back then the hurt was far too fresh and she felt as though the presence of his dates was his way of out doing her. That feeling was gone.
Bellamy's words about moving forward replayed in her head as she showed him different art pieces. He was right, she could leave the past behind and turn over a new leaf, she didn't need to hold onto the grudge of her past relationship, the only person that was hurting was her.
By the end of their tour Clarke was seeing Bellamy in a different way, he was more than a fake date, he was a friend. The kind that offered support and understanding in a way no one else ever had before, she felt as though she could spill the entire contents of her soul to him and he would talk through all of it, one step at a time. There was no doubt that she needed to keep her heart locked away to protect herself from the risk of loving him. But a part of her hoped that maybe she could keep his friendship when this week came to an end.
