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"Clarke, marry me"

Clarke was frozen. What could she say to that? Sorry I kissed your best friend whilst naked in the sea? Even though I'm not sure why I should be saying sorry because you've never been anything but strictly platonic to me until now, and sometimes you sent me mixed signals and I'm just so god damn confused?

She was glad she didn't say that when he spoke again quickly rushing to get an explanation out.

"The creep from the incident, well I beat him up when I found you for good reason, but it turns out I may have beaten him a bit too hard and well… Clarke he's dead, he died, because of me. I hit him so hard and it's my fault" he started to tear up. He'd rushed through this explanation, and although Clarke was shocked, she still didn't really know what it had to do with marrying him. Was it some kind of weird carpe diem?

"Well what's that got to do with marriage right?" he laughed almost bitterly, and Clarke could hear his self resentment thickly in his voice. Secretly all she could think about was how he could basically read her mind, once again. It was nice.

"The marriage is so that you don't testify against me in court. If you're my wife then the court will not ask you to participate in the trial against me for manslaughter. I know manslaughter. But I've already talked to my lawyer, considering my 'history' the court will most likely rule against me and I'll be locked up." His brow creased considerably, and he started messing up his hair, pushing it back with his hand, then letting his hand fall down his face, like he was washing his face; washing away his past. If only it was that simple.

"But you were just defending me, otherwise" she paused and gulped slightly "otherwise god knows what would have happened to me" her voice was wavering and Bellamy could tell she was reliving it, thinking about the fingers running over and over her body. For a second Bellamy didn't care that he might be imprisoned for killing the sicko that did that to her, but then he remembered how he would have to leave Octavia alone and he realised he couldn't go to prison. He also couldn't get the guy's face out of his mind.

"I just snapped Clarke, I hit him too hard, too many times and now, well now he's dead. Now his mother has lost a child because of me. Clarke what did I do?" Bellamy started to break down and Clarke hugged him, right there, right outside of her apartment building. Until then she hadn't really noticed that they were still there, but they were. Once Bellamy was a bit more composed they went up, discussing what they had to do to keep Bellamy out of jail.

Clarke was wishing that Bellamy didn't ask because of this, she was hoping there was some loophole, but this was his favourite one. Since she was the only other person at the scene with Bellamy and the creep, if she didn't testify then the case would be thrown out. So of course, of course she would marry Bellamy. They question is, if he had asked her for another reason, would she have said yes.

"I'm sorry it wasn't very romantic. I didn't even ask, I told you to marry me" Bellamy murmured out, going red at the last bit.

"Well it's a good job I don't take orders from you and decided to marry you anyway isn't it?" Clarke teased lightly hoping to lighten his mood. "I need to apologise too. I'm sorry about the eh- the um… incident… with Miller. I didn't plan it, it kind of happened, and yeah sorry?" said Clarke, a bit pathetically, she could hear how lame it sounded.

"No need to apologise Princess," Bellamy replied. He knew it wasn't convincing and secretly he was a bit pleased, he was still pissed off, he just needed Clarke. He thought about all of the times he'd been there for Clarke and how she'd been there for him. Miller couldn't just waltz in and kiss her, he had absolutely no right. And he was hoping Clarke liked him. Obviously not. "Nothing to apologise for, it's not like I'm your boyfriend. That's another thing with the marriage, feel free to date, Miller or any other guy for that matter. It really doesn't matter." He continued and sounded mostly like the arrogant arsehole he pretended to be, but also slightly pissed off.

Clarke who hadn't seen the reappearance of jerk Bellamy for some time was shocked, and really hurt. Did he not care? Obviously not. "Yeah I know, obviously we're not, just thought it might be awkward seeing your best friend and me naked, and kissing in the sea, but no worries." She replied, sounding slightly disappointed, but Bellamy only picked up on the sound of her calm, even voice. So she didn't even care.

They were both slightly pissed off. So they decided to drink. They were pissed off at each other, but neither wanted to leave each other, not that they discussed it. Sometime between drinking beer and whiskey they forgot they were mad at each other, and instead started bitching about the world. Then whilst playing truth and dare took shots.

"Truth" Clarke giggled, and gulped down yet another jello shot. She really loved them.

"Who was your first time with?" Bellamy asked waggling his eyebrows up and down so comically that Clarke nearly peed. Wait did she? FALSE ALARM. Phew that would've been embarrassing.

"Finn" she replied and cringed as she said his name. "Blame it on young LUST" she emphasized the word when Bellamy raised his eyebrows expecting her to say the other L word.

"Truth or Dare?" Clarke bounced as she asked it, desperate for an answer.

"Dare"

"Touch your nose with your tongue!" Clarke laughed.

"Ok, that was a bit random?" Bellamy questioned her and she just laughed more.

"It was my Dad's signature dare of choice" she smiled at the memory "he found it hilarious for something so childish".

Bellamy tried to do it, and even crossed his eyes looking comical, Clarke snapped a picture. Bellamy still couldn't lick his nose.

"What do you have to do if you can't do it Princess?" he questioned, annoyed at being defeated.

"Go to another nose" she replied, laughing until she realised what she meant.

"Do I have permission?" he asked rather formally, and was he nervous?

"Well since I dared you and took a photo of it sure" she replied, hearing the quake in her voice.

He crawled over until his knees were touching Clarkes, then he slowly lent down and softly pressed a kiss upon her button nose. They both stiffened, and Clarke could smell him so clearly, his scent leaking out of his every pore. She could feel his warm breathe on her skin and her own breathing hitched. He bent his head a couple a millimetres more and pressed his lips against the top of her mouth, then the side of her mouth, and then she was joining in.

At first it was really soft, still full of fiery unfulfilled passion and lust, but still soft. He was making sure she was ok, not panicking. Making sure she trusted him. When her tounge swept over his lower lip he took that as a sign that she did and couldn't stop himself. It became so much more than it was. Their teeth were crashing, and their tongues were twisting, her hands were in his hair and his teeth were on her lip.

As Clarke lifted her top off, Bellamy took a moment to look, to really look, and she was just beautiful, so goddamn gorgeous. His dick twitched and he needed the pressure of her lips against his again. He pressed sweet kisses down her and started sucking on her neck, much to the delight of Clarke. He wanted her to be marked as his, he'd wanted that for a long time really when he thought about it. As he pressed more kisses against her collarbone she rolled them over until she was straddling him, and he was almost embarrassed about just how hard he was, until he realised he had no reason to be. She was like a goddess, and she was half naked, it was more than fair. She too realised that she was the only one who didn't have a top on and sought to rectify that. As she pulled it up and over she traced playful patterns into the skin of his abs, trailing over the muscles.

She started kissing him again, and worked her way down from the lips, to the neck, to the chest, a lot to his toned stomach, until she'd reached his belt buckle. She pulled his trousers off and reached down into his boxers, pulling them off after. She pressed a kiss to the top of his cock, before she took it in her mouth and started licking it and flicking it with her tongue. Her hands were moving up and down, alternating with her mouth, and every time Bellamy groaned (often) she added a twist of her hand.

"Oh fuck, Clarke that feels so good. Yes Princess ohmygod yes CLARKE" he exploded as he came, panting slightly. "Fuck princess, when did you learn to do that?" he asked, whilst she just laughed and started kissing him. She took off her bra, and even though he'd just come, he felt his dick twitch again. He flipped her over and kissed down her, stopping when he reached her jeans. "Are you sure" he asked seriously, not wanting to push her. In response she arched her body up, desperate for the contact. As he pulled her trousers and panties off he put gentle kisses down her.

He stretched his fingers out and felt her wetness, which was soaking. She didn't look ashamed; she moved her body downwards, trying to feel his fingers more. He put one finger in, teasing her slightly, and curled it, loving the sounds of her moaning; he put another finger in, and placed his thumb on the bundle of nerves. It wrecked her. "Do you like it when I touch you here?" he asked her, his voice deep and husky.

When he bent down and let his tongue slide down across her slit she shook in herself and moaned "yes, yes, yes I do Bell, yes" she replied, slightly crying out of pure ecstasy. As he reached his tongue in further and circled her clit she was screaming, and grabbing his hair, pulling him closer. "Fuck Bell Fuck, I'm going to- I'm- Bell I'm- oh fuck Bellamy" she whimpered, and yelled as she came closer. "Come on baby, come for me, and scream my name" he begged her. Once he again placed his tongue upon her wetness she did.

She sat up slightly leaning her elbows on the floor for support, he crawled up to her and kissed her, letting her taste herself. He placed a hand on her breast, tweaking and squeezing, making her make sounds he loved to hear.

Always a battle for dominance, Clarke rolled them over again, and grabbed Bellamy's dick. She lowered herself so the tip was right by her entry, and whilst they kissed she plunged down on him, eyelids fluttering at his height and width of his cock.

"Fuck princess you feel so good. You're so fucking tight" he growled approval in her ear, grunting.

"Ooh Bellamy, shit. You're so big. You feel fantastic. Oh my, oh Bel-" she kept moaning, unable to stop herself from praising him and his capabilities. The saying it's not quantity it's quality was useless here, because his dick was more than satisfying and he knew how to use it.

"Yes, there, yes Bell"

"Princess, fuck, Clarke I'm gonnna, Clarke, I'm gonnaa, I'm gonna" they screamed together, Clarke plunging her head into Bellamy's neck, stifling her scream.

She rolled off of him, and for a while they stayed there. But then Clarke started kissing Bellamy, and his response was just natural. This time however, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

When Clarke woke up she felt happy. Really happy. This was the happiest she'd felt for a long time, and she couldn't remember why. She kept her eyes shut and cuddled into the warmth of her bed and shuffled back slightly.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Bellamy. Her and Bellamy. And he was here, there legs were tangled, and his arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, and his head was snuggled between hers and her neck. Shit.

Clarke knew she should get up. Face the situation, deal with it sensibly and all that. But she didn't. She felt warm, and protected. Safe.

Ever since her dad died she'd never felt truly safe, but right here in this bed, with the scent of Bellamy everywhere she did. So she let her head relax and fell asleep with a smile on her face.

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