Wow… I suck lol. I try to stay on top of updates but please keep in mind I live alone and have rent to pay! I spend more time at work than with my significant other xD

There was a request for Bellamy's POV but I think it's a little more fun if we all get to be as confused as Clarke ;)

Anywho, I still don't own anything except a whole lot of feels.

So here we go…

Chapter Seven

Bellamy seemed disappointed when Clarke told him she was having a girls night in Raven's room, but he didn't complain. Instead he pulled her in and gently kissed her, whispering against her mouth to have a good night and that he would miss her. Clarke wrapped her arms around him and held tight for several moments, Bellamy rubbed her back and squeezed her close until Octavia shouted for them to hurry up.

"C'mon! You'll see him in the morning!" Octavia giggled. Clarke pulled herself from Bellamy's arms and smiled up at him as she made her way towards the girls. Raven tossed an arm around her shoulders when she reached them and proceeded to drag her up the path towards the hotel.

"Girls night!" She whooped, Octavia giggled and claimed Clarke's free hand in hers.

"For a moment there I thought Bellamy wasn't going to let go of you," she snorted. Clarke blushed and bit her lip which only made them both laugh harder.

"I'm guessing that means all your worries have been put to rest?" Raven wiggled her eyebrows and gave a smirk that hinted at many inappropriate things. Clarke shoved Raven away and shook her head. "Nice deflection, Griffin."

When they got to Raven's room -they decided to kick Wick out for the night- Octavia produced several bags of snacks and announced that the evening would be completely boy free. Raven was quick to agree as she produced two bottles of tequila and a wicked grin.

An hour later they were deliciously drunk and completely ignoring the movie playing in favour of watching Octavia twirl her hips in some form of dance around the coffee table. Raven was sprawled across the couch, half on top of Clarke with her hand on the half empty bottle of tequila on the floor.

"Clarke, we might be soulmates," she slurred. "We should forget about Wick and Bellamy and just get married. You don't like him that much, do you?"

"Hey! Clarke can't marry you, you can't turn me into the third wheel!" Octavia stumbled down in front of them and held Raven's face in her hands, meeting her gaze as seriously as she was capable of in her intoxicated state. "Besides, you can't deprive me of the beautiful nieces and nephews they would give me," she hiccuped and Raven burst into a fit of giggles.

"You're so right! We'll have a secret love affair and keep Bellamy around for baby making!" Raven leapt to her feet only to fall to the floor with Octavia and dissolved into laughter again.

"What?! No, you would overwork me. Bellamy is more than enough, anyone else would completely tire me out," Clarke whined and flopped forward to grab the tequila bottle.

"Ohhh, you only want my brother!" Octavia sang and wiggled her hips against the floor in what Clarke could only assume was meant to be a dance move. Clarke shushed her wildly and flailed around to make sure no one else had heard, when she realized they were the only people in the room she fell over laughing.

"We should call him! And remind him that he's lucky you love him!" Raven squealed and crawled towards Clarke's bag. She pulled Clarke's phone free and and fumbled to unlock it, she placed it on speakerphone and dialed Bellamy's phone number, slapping a hand over her mouth to cover her giggles.

"Princess?" Bellamy answered groggily. "Wha's going on?"

"Bellamy!" Raven yelled. "Do you know how lucky you are? Clarke Griffin is a goddess and she loves you... a lot."

"Raven? Can you put Clarke on the phone?" He grumbled, clearly half asleep.

"Oh! I'll pass it to her!" Octavia scrambled over and yanked the phone out of Raven's hands. "Bell! You and Clarke are going to make the most beautiful babies, I'll help plan the wedding!" Clarke felt her face redden as she flung her arm out for the phone, Octavia held it out of reach and beamed at her.

"Octavia! Give me that!"

"O, what the hell are you talking about?" Bellamy grunted, Clarke's stomach clenched as she fought for the phone, she was mortified at the thought of him hearing all of this.

"You and Clarke! Your future!"

"Octavia! Give. Me. The. Phone!" She yelled and straddled Octavia to the floor as she fumbled for the device. Clarke finally pried it out of her very drunk friend's fingers and scrambled for the balcony, pulling the door closed behind her to shut out their obnoxious giggles.

"Hello? Anyone still there?" Bellamy's raspy voice filled the otherwise quiet night air.

"Bell…"

"There's my Princess, what's going on?" He chuckled in that sexy way of his and Clarke felt a goofy grin split her face, she tried to tell herself it was just the alcohol sneaking in.

"They wanted to call you and tell you about our kids and our wedding and how lucky we are and-"

"Clarke!" Bellamy effectively cut off her rambling with his laugh. "Baby, as funny as this all is, can we talk about this when it's not three am and you aren't drunk?"

"Umm… yeah of course, is it really three?" Clarke stumbled into the patio chair behind her and promptly sat down, exhaustion settling into her.

"Yes, it really is. Do you need me to come get you?" Clarke was tempted to say yes, to apologize to the girls and crawl into bed with Bellamy the way she had the past three nights. She bit back her agreement when she thought of the beginning of the phone call.

"It's okay, I'll crash here, I can just stumble to a bed," she whispered awkwardly.

"Okay, I'm going back to sleep then. I'll see you in the morning, sweet dreams. I already miss having you here," he whispered the words gently, Clarke shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.

"Have a good sleep, I miss you, too."

Clarke stumbled inside to find Raven sprawled on the floor, snoring, and Octavia starfished across the bed. She lowered herself down onto the impossibly soft couch and hugged her phone to her chest, she was asleep in seconds.

~*HM*~

There was a jackhammer slamming into Clarke's skull. Flames burned behind her closed lids, her neck throbbed unpleasantly, and her mouth felt like it was stuffed full of cotton balls. She winced when she finally peeled her eyes open and dragged herself up from the couch in the morning. At some point in the night Raven had moved to share the bed with Octavia and now had O's arm draped across her face.

Clarke grabbed her bag and headed for the bathroom to splash some water on her face and run a shower. She cringed as she thought of all the tequila they'd drank the previous night, she had always been a lightweight compared to her friends and it hadn't taken long for her to lose her grip.

Running through her memories she froze beneath the hot water when she remembered that Raven had called Bellamy, she flinched at the memory of Octavia offering to plan their wedding and giggling about nieces and nephews. As she stepped out of the spray she massaged her temples and tried to think of the best way to apologize.

After dressing, scrubbing her teeth, and braiding back her wet hair she finally felt confident enough to slip out of the bathroom. Raven and Octavia were already awake and sluggishly eating the breakfast they'd ordered from room service.

"Thank god!" Raven yelled and drained what was left in her coffee cup before pushing past Clarke to get to the bathroom. Octavia raised her hand in a weak wave as she pushed another piece of bacon into her mouth. At least the other two were feeling as rough as Clarke was this morning.

After packing what was left of her belongings into her bag she pulled her phone free and unlocked it to find she had two new texts… from Bellamy. She opened the message screen with shaking fingers and chewed her lip slightly as she read them.

Hope you're feeling okay this morning. Tell Octavia that we appreciate the offer but we can handle our own wedding planning ;) She couldn't help but giggle as she scrolled down to the second message.

I really missed you last night, I think I'm getting used to not sleeping alone. Promise to come back to my bed? Clarke blushed and fumbled to message back, embarrassed by her own eagerness.

I'll let her know you said that. I don't like sleeping without you either, you're better than pillows. She took a deep breath and pressed send before shuffling her way to the breakfast table. Octavia was watching her with a knowing smirk that made Clarke toss a grape at her forehead.

"I'm guessing my brother is spamming you with overprotective texts about the dangers of excessive drinking?" She quirked an eyebrow and shoved a potato wedge in her mouth.

"Actually, he said you don't get to plan the wedding," Clarke tossed a wink at Octavia and slipped out the door of the room.

~*HM*~

Clarke headed across the lobby with her sunglasses covering her eyes, Bellamy sat in the lounge area with Raven, Octavia, and the boys, waiting for Clarke so they could head out for a day on the town.

"There you are, what the hell took so long?" Raven grumped and pushed to her feet. Clarke just laughed and settled into Bellamy's side with a shrug, Raven had already dragged Wick out the front entrance to catch the shuttle into town.

"Apparently hungover Raven is grumpy," Bellamy chuckled and kissed the top of her head, tucking her under his arm.

"Famously, I'm sure you can imagine what college was like," Clarke quirked an eyebrow at him and he let out a loud laugh that made her flinch.

"Sorry, I almost forgot you got intimate with tequila last night," he teased and soothed his fingers over her temple. Clarke swatted playfully at his chest and snuggled into him as they loaded themselves into the shuttle.

The shuttle was largely occupied by festival guests who were enjoying a day completely free of plans. Raven chatted about a few shops they should really visit and Octavia gave in her opinion on a couple of places they could try for lunch. Clarke wasn't thinking much of shopping, but she was looking forward to spending time with everyone.

Bellamy kept her close and leaned down to nuzzle her cheek when she relaxed against him sleepily. "You sure you're feeling alright, babe?"

"Mmm, just tired. It was a long night," she mumbled, turning her face to his neck.

"I know, I got the three am 'I love you' call," he whispered teasingly. Clarke froze and sat upright nervously, his eyes sparkled with mirth and she reminded herself to calm down, he was laughing about it so it couldn't have freaked him out that much.

"You secretly liked it," she grumbled and nuzzled back into her spot. Bellamy shook slightly with laughter and smoothed his hand up and down her side.

"It's not really a secret, everyone knows I loved it," he mumbled the words into her hair and gently kissed her crown. The shuttle rumbled to a stop and he nudged her out with his hip as they climbed out of the bus.

"Alright, let's hit the strip!" Raven beamed and hooked her arm through Octavia's, dragging her down the sidewalk towards an upscale clothing shop with a gleaming silver sign. Clarke and Bellamy followed behind as the girls dove in head first and pulled various dresses and blouses from the rack.

"You don't feel like jumping in?" Bellamy teased even as he tightened his hold on her to keep her close to his side.

"I've always been more of a casual shopper," she shrugged and lifted a bracelet from the accessory table. Bellamy hummed and glanced at the clothing around them, skimming his fingers over a silky blouse.

"Lincoln! Do you think I could wear these with my dress for the gala?" Octavia held up a strappy pair of black shoes, Lincoln made his way over with a grin on his face the made Clarke's chest squeeze. They were the kind of couple that made you hope for a love like theirs.

"Do you like this?" Bellamy reappeared beside her holding a cobalt coloured blouse with a deep v-neck. Clarke just stared at Bellamy, furrowing her brow. He nodded his head towards the top with a hopeful look, Clarke turned to admire it and grinned, it really was beautiful.

"It's gorgeous, why did you pick it up?" Clarke smoothed her fingers over the hem, Bellamy shrugged and traced his fingers over her arm.

"It's the same colour as your bathing suit, I liked that colour on you…" he chewed his lip and Clarke realized belatedly that he was shy, it brought a smile to her face. Clarke reached for Bellamy's free hand and tangled their fingers, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"Do you want me to try it on?" Bellamy's eyes immediately widened and a grin snuck onto his lips as he pulled her closer.

"Yes, please," Clarke giggled and grabbed the blouse making her way to the change rooms, she paused when she caught a glimpse of the size tag.

"Bell…"

"What's up?" He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. Clarke twisted in his embrace to face him and narrow her gaze on his.

"This is a small…" she held up the offending garment and crossed her free arm over her chest. Bellamy, to his credit, looked extremely puzzled by her frustration with him and gave her a small apologetic smile.

"Is that… bad?" Clarke sighed, resting a hand on his chest and moving her fingers in small circles.

"I'm not a small, Bellamy."

"What? You're so tiny though," he moved his hands to encompass her ribcage and brush his thumbs over her stomach. Clarke blushed and rested her head against his chest for a moment, nuzzling as his arms slid back around her.

"It's my chest, it doesn't fit a small," she lifted her eyes back to his and watched as understanding dawned.

"Oh… Umm, what size did you want?" He hugged her close and smiled softly, Clarke brushed her fingers through his hair.

"A medium is fine," Bellamy pulled away and took the blouse from her hand, making his way back over to the rack he had pulled it from.

"Still teaching him sizing after a year?" Raven looked suspicious, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"Long distance, we haven't done much shopping together," Clarke shrugged uncertainly and glanced over at Bellamy as he made his way back to her side with the correct size.

"Alright, now put it on," he held it out to her and gave a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. Clarke rolled her eyes and claimed the garment, heading back towards the change rooms and breathing a sigh of relief when the door closed behind her. They needed to be more careful around Raven, she knew Clarke too well, in the excitement of her feelings she had completely forgotten that everyone else thought they'd been together for over a year.

Clarke pulled the shirt on and turned to face the mirror, it looked good, hugged her waist and showcased some cleavage. The colour was nice too, Clarke smoothed her hands over it and turned to open the change room door. "Bell?"

"Right here, can I see?" Clarke opened the door nervously and waited as his eyes crawled over her curves, darkening impossibly and sending shivers down her spine.

"Well?" She bit her lip and wrapped her arms around her waist when he didn't reply at first.

"Hell yeah, Baby," he pulled her arms from her waist and placed his hands there instead. Clarke laughed and leaned up to kiss him quickly as she tried to ignore the flipping in her stomach.

"So, I should get it?" He nodded and pulled her lips back to his only releasing her after gently nipping her lower lip. "Okay then," she giggled.

They headed out for lunch after stopping at two more shops, Octavia and Lincoln picked an amazing gourmet sandwich shop with a relaxed vibe. Clarke forced herself to relax when Raven stopped staring at her and Bellamy like she was trying to figure them out. They laughed and shared stupid stories from their jobs, Clarke stole bites of Bellamy's sandwich and fries off his plate making him roll his eyes but kiss her forehead lovingly.

After lunch they made their way back out to shop, Clarke bought some fancy cheese and crackers to take home and Bellamy picked two bottles wine from the samples they loved at the imported food store. They were making their way back to the shuttle point when Octavia yanked both girls to an abrupt stop.

"Lingerie… Ladies I think we have one final stop to make." Clarke froze and stared nervously at the windows displaying the scantily clad mannequins. Lingerie had always made her nervous, she never felt like it sat quite right on her and Lexa had always claimed it was ridiculous and a waste of money.

"I fully support this," Wick wrapped an arm around Raven and ushered her into the shop with him so quickly it made Clarke's head spin. Lincoln was nervously glancing at Bellamy as Octavia tugged him inside with her, Clarke continued to stare as Octavia paused and glanced over her shoulder at her.

"C'mon, Griffin, we don't have all day," she raised an eyebrow, silently telling Clarke to get it together, and pulled Lincoln the rest of the way in.

"Ready to go?" Bellamy stepped up beside her and rubbed her back gently, Clarke leaned into him instinctively and stared up at him.

"You wanna go in there?" She squeaked.

"I'm a dude, of course I want to take you in there," his voice was low and husky as he brushed his lips against her ear.

"Then let's go…" Clarke shuffled into the shop and trailed her eyes over the walls of coloured satin and thigh high stockings. Raven was in the far corner with Wick, holding up a scrap of red lace against her chest and looking contemplative while Wick appeared to be drooling. Thankfully Octavia was looking at stockings, keeping things fairly tame while her brother was in the room. Clarke had no idea where to start.

"Hey there, is there something I can help you two find today?" A pretty young woman with dirty blonde hair and a wide smiled greeted them and waved them into the store.

"Umm, I don't really know… I've never shopped for lingerie before." She bit her lip as her cheeks filled with colour, Bellamy placed a comforting kiss on her temple and turned to the sales associate.

"Do you have anything in blue? Or maybe white? She looks great in both colours," she gave an approving 'aww' and rushed off to find something for Clarke to try. Clarke turned to face Bellamy who smiled down at her and cupped her face in his hands as he placed a delicate kiss on her lips.

"Okay, I have something perfect for you!" Bellamy pulled Clarke back to the dressing room and placed himself into the waiting chair with a grin as Clarke shuffled in. The hanger in the room held a white lace teddy that had Clarke drooling at it's soft, feminine beauty. She carefully pulled it down and shimmied into the soft fabric, the cups perfectly lifted her breasts, the cut out in the back stretched around to bare the soft skin of her sides, and the bottoms exposed hints of her curvy cheeks in a way that left her blushing.

"Clarke? You coming out?" Bellamy's voice floated through the door, she chewed her lip and nudged the door open with a nervous grin. He was waiting for her, when his eyes landed on her form they instantly darkened and crawled over her with so much intensity that Clarke swore she felt it physically.

"Damn!" Raven let out a long whistle as she stared at Clarke's curves. Bellamy was nodding but he still didn't say anything as he stared hard at her and left her blushing stupidly. Raven turned to look at him and gave him a puzzled stare, clearly confused by his silence. "Yo, Blake, you gonna say something?"

Bellamy shook his head quickly and pushed to his feet, awkwardly clearing his throat. "Sorry," he turned to face Clarke and grinned as his arms came around her and squeezed her close. "You look perfect, Princess. Any chance I can talk you into wanting this?"

"Maybe," she giggled and stood on her toes to kiss his lips lightly. "Do you really like it?"

"I love it," he confirmed. The heat that had been in his eyes before returned and it sent a shiver down Clarke's spine.

"Alright then," she swallowed hard and twisted to face the sales associate. "I'll take it."

As they waited for the lingerie to be bagged up, Bellamy had insisted on paying for it, Clarke tried to ignore Raven's narrowed gaze. She was definitely suspicious about them and it was putting Clarke on edge, she couldn't think of a quick way to convince Raven that the relationship was real, everything made it seem like she was trying too hard.

"So what're everyone's plans for the night?" Octavia questioned, looping her arm through Lincoln's. He was carrying a bag from the shop, mercifully whatever they had bought they had been handled while Clarke was changing and Bellamy was distracted.

"I think we're planning on a quiet night in," Bellamy explained. He tugged her to the shuttle bus stop and pulled her against his torso, lightly kissing her cheek.

"Same here, but ours won't be quiet," Wick wiggled his eyebrows and Raven punched him in the ribs as punishment for his stupid comment. The others shared an eyeroll and Octavia blatantly turned the conversation to less sexual topics and everyone loaded back into the shuttle. The trip home was quieter as everyone was tired from their long day, Octavia was sleepily chatting with Lincoln, Raven appeared to be sleeping on Wick's shoulder. Clarke and Bellamy snuggled up as they scrolled through his facebook and chuckled at Jasper's ridiculous posts and Monty's cute selfies with Harper.

"Hang on one second," Bellamy said abruptly, closing down the facebook app and bringing up the camera on his phone.

"What are you doing?" Clarke giggled as he pulled her closer so both their faces were on the screen.

"It's for instagram, and to prove this weekend really happened," he laughed and kissed her cheek, snapping a picture when she grinned widely.

"That was not a good picture!" She fumbled for the phone which he held out of her reach with a smirk.

"I like it, I'm keeping it. If you think it's bad then take a better one with me," he lifted the phone again and this time Clarke settled in properly with a warm smile aimed at the camera as Bellamy snapped a few more pictures.

They pulled up to the resort and filed out of the bus, already saying their goodbyes as they headed into the lobby. Bellamy and Clarke were just heading to their elevator when someone called her name from over her shoulder, glancing back she caught sight of a tall brunette with dark eyeliner and beautiful grey eyes. Lexa.

"I heard you were here this weekend, I'm surprised I didn't see you sooner." Lexa smiled and reached out to pull Clarke into a hug. Lexa wasn't actually a guest of the festival, she worked PR for the event company and had charmed Clarke a few years back. They had just started to settle into something when she made it clear that her job always had (and always would) come first.

"Yeah, the festival had been keeping me busy with events, I'm sure you know that." Clarke offered with an awkward shrug. Lexa looked her up and down with lustful eyes, her gaze narrowed on the lingerie bag and she lifted her gaze back to Clarke's.

"Lingerie? Any chance you'll be trying that on later?" Clarke sputtered out an awkward cough of surprise. Coming from the woman who had once told Clarke lingerie was degrading and pointless, the comment was rather shocking.

"What?" Clarke gasped. Lexa trailed her fingers along Clarke's bare arm and stepped closer so her breath brushed Clarke's face.

"What room are you in?" The husky whisper was something that would have made Clarke cave a few months ago… but now it made her think of a deeper voice belonging to the amazing man waiting for her. Clarke twisted out of Lexa's reach and turned to glance over her shoulder, Bellamy was watching with open concern and a harder look that Clarke hoped was jealousy.

"Bell, I'd like you to meet someone," Bellamy was at her side in seconds, turning to assess Lexa the way a gladiator sized up their opponent before battle. "This is Lexa, she works PR for the festival, we used to be quite close. Lexa, this is Bellamy, my boyfriend."

"Nice to meet you," Bellamy gave his brightest smile and slid an arm around Clarke's waist. Lexa looked both surprised and frustrated by the presence of Bellamy and narrowed her gaze on him.

"Yes, it certainly is, you didn't tell me you were seeing someone Clarke." Lexa turned her now steely gaze on Clarke with an unimpressed look.

"Well it's been awhile since we talked," she shrugged slightly and chewed her lip as Lexa opened her mouth to reply.

"Lex, what's taking so long?" A beautiful blonde waited by the main entrance with a confused look and an arm full of folders. Clarke recognized her, Costia, she and Lexa had a history before Clarke and Lexa had been together.

"I'm coming, can you get the car?" Lexa gritted as she caught the recognition in Clarke's eyes.

"It's already waiting out front, can we please get going? We're going to be late for dinner." Costia looked pissed, Clarke turned her gaze to Lexa and offered a small smile before leaning into Bellamy.

"We're actually pretty tired, so we're going to get going. Have a nice evening." Bellamy took the hint and steered Clarke towards the elevators. They rode up in comfortable silence, Bellamy traced his fingers in soft circles on her hip as they shuffled into the room and placed the bags at the foot of the bed.

"That was really something, she seems… interesting," he awkwardly coughed and shuffled through the room service menu on the bedside table.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think she'd hit on me like that," Clarke gave an apologetic glance and he smiled softly.

"Don't be sorry, Princess." Bellamy softly kissed her, winding his arms around her and brushing their noses against each other. "What are you feeling for dinner? I can order it if you want to shower."

"Can you grab me the baked mac n' cheese and garlic bread, please?" Bellamy nodded and headed for the menu as Clarke made her way to the shower with Bellamy's sweater hugged against her chest.

It was the kind of peaceful night that Clarke longed for when she thought of relationships. They laid in bed and watched mindless tv as they scarfed back their food, when they were finished Bellamy cleared their dishes and hopped in the shower. Clarke must have dozed off waiting for him because she woke as he turned off the tv and settled her under the covers. Bellamy climbed into bed with her and wrapped her in his arms, placing a soft kiss to her lips and whispering that she could go back to sleep.

It was the perfect way to end their day together.