Hello, Sorry this chapter took so long to update, I got really side tracked with work and study. Not to sure if I continue this little fic, it may just be a one shot as I have heaps of ideas in my head floating around for others. Thankyou for following, hope you enjoy this little chapter.

Chapter Two - First Watch.

CLARKE POV:

"But I can show you" she told him.

Utter confusion seemed to spread across his face, as she tried to hide her smile.

She lied down on her forgotten bed roll, and saw the confusion turn to disappointment on his face as she made herself comfortable. The ground was hard, and the roll didn't offer much comfort. Knowing that he wouldn't be disappointed for long, she continued arranging herself and ignored that disappointed look across Bellamy's face.

Clarke wiggled out of her pants, the brisk morning air giving her goose-bumps across her skin. It was now or never, she had thought long and hard about it last night, whilst sitting up during first watch. That perhaps the reason she was always so short with Bellamy was that she was attracted to him. She couldn't deny that he was attractive, and perhaps the sexual frustration in her had built up enough.

Lying on her bed roll in nothing but a khaki green t-shirt and dark grey panties, she felt cold. Closing her eyes, to help with her embarrassment she softly trailed her hand down her stomach until it reached her panty line. The cool air making her slightly shiver, before loosing her nerve she continued on.

BELLAMY POV:

What on earth was happening. Bellamy had to pinch himself to ensure that he was actually awake. Was Clarke lying next to him, her fingers toying with her panties?

He blinked again, trying to rub the sleep from his eye. When he heard a soft laugh, Clarke was looking up at him smiling

"Princess, what are you doing? Not that I am complaining but"

"You asked me what I dreamt of." As she slipped her fingers inside her panties. Her eyes fluttered back, as her hand wriggled underneath her panties. A moan escaped her lips, "Now, if you want to just watch that's fine. But in my dream it wasn't my fingers that were down here." Her moans continued as if each word was hard to speak.

Bellamy stared at her. What was she saying? She looked as though she was enjoying herself, arching her back and moaning quietly.

He turned slightly so that he was on his side, lying next to her propped up on one arm. Tracing his hand down her leg until the reached her. He whispered in her ear.

"You want me to help you?"

"No Bellamy. I want you to do it for me" she breathed back to him.

Not waiting to be told a second time. He slipped his fingers underneath and was met with her warmth. As he slid his fingers inside of her folds, she moved hers out the way.

Bringing them up to his mouth, he sucked her fingers clean as she writhed from his touch. She smiled as she arched her hips up, his fingers gliding in and out. When he found the place inside her that made a moan escape from her lips he smiled to himself.

"You will need to be quiet princess. I am still on watch, and I would hate to wake up Raven or Monty"

She nodded in reply, as her hands made quick work of his bed roll zipper. He was certainly to restrained in the small bed roll.

As she undid the zipper and pulled the blanket down he helped her with his free hand to move his pants out the way. All the while his fingers working on her wet slit. She was absolutely soaking, he knew that it wouldn't take much persuading on her behalf to progress much further.

Clarke had him out of the pants moments later , and his erection sprung free. The relief to have her hand working up and down on his cock was amazing. He was as hard as a rock, and the sight of Clarke next to him basically naked and craving his every touch was enough to make him want to blow his load there and then.

However, he had waited to long for this and was in no rush to finish anytime soon.

Her hands around him moved up and down, and soon his own moans were escaping from his lips.

"Clarke"

Just as suddenly as she started, she stopped.

"What, are you ok?" I asked her, worried I had hurt her. Quickly moving my fingers away from her dripping wet slit, my focus now on her well-being.

She looked in to my eyes. "You called me Clarke" her hand still firmly on my member, but not moving anymore.

"Well, that is your name." I replied obviously, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"Yes, I know but you don't ever call me that. You call me"

"Princess" I finished for her.

She simply nodded in response and wiggled in closer towards me.

I softly trailed my fingers back down towards her inner thigh, as she opened her legs for me again.

"Well, what do you want me to call you?" I asked her, as I circled her clit.

She didn't answer straight away. Her breathing picked up again and I could tell she was getting close to her orgasm, her hands started moving again.

"I want you to call me Clarke when we are like this. But Princess all other times" she moaned to me.

"I can do that, Clarke" I whispered into her ear as I moved my fingers at a quickening pace inside of her. She had stopped her own movements upon my cock but seeing her like this. Feeling her this wet for my touch was enough to make me not care.

She came undone at my touch, and I had to pull her closer so that her face was buried into my chest, muffling the sounds of her pleasure. I didn't think it was a good idea to wake Raven and Monty with the sounds of Clarke screaming in pleasure even if I was proud of myself.

Author's Note:

Thoughts, comments and reviews are always welcome. But please no negativitity I'm not a professional writer, I just write it what little spare time I have.

~MortalMarquess~