a/n: Okay, so this has taken me a while. And I have bad news. I'm going on vacation for the next three weeks with NO WIFI! I'm just as upset as you are, trust me. But anyways, I don't know when I'll get another chapter up.

Steel bands were wrapped around my waist, holding me against something solid and firm. My entire backside was pressed up against a hard, yet surprisingly comfortable wall. I wiggled, liking the feeling of being completely encapsulated. I felt so safe and secure and. . . turned on?

My eyes flew open and I realized with a start that I was in Bellamy' house. In Bellamy's bed. In Bellamy's arms.

One of Bellamy's strong arms was wrapped around my waist, keeping my backside plastered to his front. Heat pooled to my face as I realized that Bellamy's morning arousal was pushing into my waist. And oh my god did it feel amazing.

Liquid heat was rushing through my body, and I knew my panties must be soaking wet. Trying to escape from Bellamy's death lock, I shifted his arm up, trying to scoot away. I didn't get very far before Bellamy's arm reached out and dragged me right back to him.

Bellamy's arm kept me still, preventing any further attempt at escape, and to make matter's worse, his hand started to wonder. His long fingers began to stroke my tummy, right above the waistline of my shorts. One finger slipped underneath the band of my shorts and I moaned in surprise.

Bellamy's hand stilled. "Clarke?" His voice was bleary, and I could tell he wasn't fully awake.

Frozen, all I could do was squeak out, "Yes?"

Suddenly, Bellamy jerked away, almost falling off the bed. "Holy shit! Clarke, I'm so sorry!"

Sitting up, I tried to rid my face of any lasting sign of lust. "It's uh, it's fine." I coughed. Trying to sound more confident, I added, "No big deal."

Bellamy looked at me as if I was crazy. "No big deal? I tried to feel you up in my sleep."

I looked at him. His hair was tossed messily, and his chest was going up and down, making all of his muscles contract. God damn. Bellamy Blake looked sexy as hell in the morning.

Shaking my head, I stood up, not wanting to do anything crazy, like jump in his arms and beg him to finish what he started. "Seriously, Bellamy. It's okay. We were both sleeping. Nothing really happened anyway."

Some of the tension left Bellamy's shoulders, and I knew he'd calmed down marginally. Giving me a serious look, he said, "Are you sure you're fine, Clarke?"

I laughed, running a hand through my crazy morning hair. "Totally fine. I promise."

He gave me a skeptical look, but nodded. "All right. Well, I'm gonna go shower then."

I nodded as he left. Great. And now all I could think about was Bellamy in the shower.

This morning was quickly going down hill.

After my shower, I felt slightly better. Maybe this morning wasn't such a big deal. Maybe I was completely blowing it out of proportion.

Going down to the Blake's dining room, I found Octavia in her soccer uniform, having a banana on toast, and Bellamy eating a huge plate of eggs.

Trying not to feel awkward, I smiled. "Good morning."

Bellamy glanced up, giving me a small smile. Octavia's eyes went wide. "Hi, Clarke! Do you want to sit next to me?"

I smiled at her. "Sure. Are you excited for your game?"

Octavia grinned. "Yeah. I'm so excited you guys are coming. All the other kids have both their parents at the games, and mom is great, but now you two are here!"

My heart melted. Looking over at Bellamy, I knew he felt the same way. He was giving her an adoring look, and I knew he'd do anything for his littler sister.

Reaching over, I flicked Octavia's pony tail. "Well, we are so excited to be there."

She giggled and went back to her breakfast, just as Ms. Blake walked in. "Oh, good morning, Clarke. Would you like any eggs?

I smiled at her. "I'd love some. Thanks."

After breakfast, I herded Octavia into the car, and was just coming back to get Bellamy when I heard Ms. Blake saying something.

"Did you really mean what you guys said last night at dinner, Bellamy?"

Not wanting them to think I was eavesdropping (even thought I kind of was), I hid behind the kitchen door.

"You're going to have to be a little more specific, mom," came Bellamy's reply.

"Clarke said that you two were in love. Is it true? Do you really love her?"

I let out a little gasp.

There was a slight pause before Bellamy said, "Yeah. Yeah, I do love her, mom."

I could hear Ms. Blake squeal, and I knew she was probably hugging her son.

Removing myself from behind the door, I quickly headed back out to the car. Even though I knew it was fake. Bellamy didn't love me, it was all just a show. I couldn't help but be affected by his words.

To have Bellamy Blake love me. For some reason, it filled my heart up with a fierce longing.

Bellamy came out to the car a few minutes later, his hands in his pockets, like nothing had changed. And I guessed it hadn't. He didn't really love me. Hell, he wasn't even my boyfriend. He was just my bodyguard.

Climbing into the driver's seat, Bellamy flashed a grin at Octavia. "Ready to go, O?"

Octavia clapped her hands, nodding. "I'm ready to kick some butt."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "I believe in you, Octavia."

Bellamy put the car in drive, and pulled out. Octavia kept us busy by spewing random soccer facts. I couldn't keep a smile off my face while listening to her. She was a really hilarious kid.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the field. I got out, and helped Octavia unbuckle and get down from the car.

Octavia wrapped one of her hands in mine, and took Bellamy's in the other. I glanced at Bellamy and saw that he was already looking at me. When I caught him staring, he just grinned and started walking towards the field.

Soon, Octavia saw one of her teammates and she ran off to join them, leaving Bellamy and me alone. Bellamy glanced over at me. "So I know you said you were fine, but are you really okay about this morning?"

I rolled my eyes and elbowed Bellamy in the side. "For the last time, I'm totally fine."

Bellamy grinned, and pushed me back. "All right. All right. I just needed to hear it."

We sat down on the grass to watch the game and started talking. Bellamy was hilarious, constantly making me laugh. But he was also infuriating, constantly making me want to punch him. After he started making fun of me for being in chess club, I finally did.

"You are such a jerk, Bellamy!" I tried to add some heat to my voice, but I was laughing way too hard.

"Ah, come on, Princess," Bellamy grinned, poking me in the side. "You know I'm just kidding. I think the fact that you're a nerd is very cute."

I rolled my eyes, shoving him with my foot. "Oh, shut up."

But Bellamy only grinned harder.

Bellamy

"I have to pee," Clarke announced.

I bit my lip, still chucking from whatever we were talking about. "Bathroom's over that way."

She gave me one last smile before leaving, and I did my best to avoid watching her ass as she sauntered away.

Blowing out a breath, I tried to go back to watching the game. Octavia was doing pretty well, and I think her team was winning. But honestly, who knows with five year olds. I wasn't even sure they kept track of the score.

My mom had completely ambushed me in the kitchen this morning, asking me if Clarke and I were really in love. Part of me had wanted to say no, to tell her the truth, because I knew she was getting attached to Clarke, and I just wanted to save her pain. But then I'd seen the hope in her eyes, and I'd said yes.

But the strangest thing was that I didn't feel horrible about saying it. Clarke was special, any guy would be lucky to have her.

Blowing out a breath, I shook my head. I had to stop thinking like that. Clarke was my assignment. Nothing more.

But she was just so funny and warm and real, and the lines were starting to blur.

"Thinkin' about me?" Clarke asked, plopping back down next to me.

I gave her my best lazy grin. "You wish."

Clarke

As the game ended, Octavia came running off the field and jumped into Bellamy's lap. "Did you see me play?"

He gave her a bear hug, and picked her up as she squealed. "Of course I saw you play. You were amazing, O!"

Octavia grinned, obviously very proud of impressing her older brother.

Bellamy tickled her stomach. "And do you know what winners get?"

Octavia shook her head.

"Ice cream."

I oohed appreciatively, poking Octavia in the stomach. "Ready to go, Octavia?"

She nodded. "I want peanut butter ice cream."

Bellamy put her on his back, and we headed off towards the car. "Peanut butter ice cream it is then."

a/n: Oh my gosh I'm so sorry for stopping it here. I'm just super tired and I won't be able to post for a while. I promise I will try to get another update in before three weeks.