Prompt fill for my love, Lindsay ( the-most-beautiful-broom on tumblr):

"Keep it." and "If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop."

Additional tags: friends to lovers, modern AU, drinking, group chat

Clarke stepped into Grounders, the only good nightclub Arkadia had, and she was immediately greeted with warm air hitting her face. Thankfully, she'd prepared for the club to be hot (like it always was on a Friday night) and she'd dressed in a light tank top and jeans. She scoped the club and broke into a grin as she saw her friends.

The music thumped around her and people thrashed on the dancefloor. She swerved to avoid being hit in the face by someone's arms a few times, but eventually made her way safely across the dancefloor to the booth that her friends were occupying.

"So, are we celebrating or drowning our sorrows?" Clarke asked Raven when she reached them.

"Celebrating!" Raven shouted over the music as she lifted another shot up. She didn't wait for anyone else to join her before she threw it back. Clarke shook her head and laughed at her friend.

After university, many of her friends had gone straight into jobs. But not Raven, she'd gone on to a masters and then a PhD. So at the ripe old age of twenty-five, she was only just applying for post-graduate jobs. She'd had her last job interview that morning and she'd already got offers from all of them. Clarke wasn't even worried that Raven wouldn't get a job; she was awesome.

Cheers erupted around the table as her friends joined in on the row of shots. Clarke smiled as she watched Monty wince at the tequila and she saw Jasper clap Miller on the back as they put the shot glasses down.

Bellamy caught her attention (when didn't he?) and he moved over so she could sit next to him at the end of the booth.

"I thought you hated it here?" She asked, raising a brow at him as she squeezed into the booth.

"No, Clarke," he said, turning to face her with a smirk. "I hate working here." Clarke rolled her eyes at him. He let his arm rest over the back of the booth and Clarke was forced to press herself against his side so she didn't fall off the edge of the booth (not that she minded).

Clarke wasn't sure when she realised her crush on Bellamy was more than a dumb crush. They'd been part of the same friendship group for over five years after they all got paired together for a social studies group project in senior year of college. Clarke and Bellamy had argued like hell during the project, both of them wanting to lead the team and having very different views on how to go about it ("Whatever the hell we want is not a stable basis for a governing body, Bellamy!"). Somehow, they'd worked things out and come to a compromise in time for the project deadline – much to the entire group's relief. Afterwards, they'd all agreed to go for celebratory drinks and that was the start of their mismatched friendship group.

Somewhere between drinks five and six on that first night, Clarke and Bellamy put aside their differences and decided they'd try being friends. Turns out, without the stress of a project worth 40% of their final grade looming over their heads, they actually agreed on a lot of stuff.

And things were great. Clarke had a wonderful set of friends and she graduated alongside them and got a great job that she loved. And then her heart got in the way and ruined it; at some point she'd gotten a crush on Bellamy Blake. She was so angry at herself, Bellamy was one of her best friends and she didn't want to mess it up by admitting she'd developed feelings for him. She couldn't even call it a crush anymore, it was way past that.

She shook her head and shoved those thoughts away, she was here to celebrate Raven getting a job, not wallow in the fact she was half-way in love with her best friend.

Her best friend whose side she was currently pressed up against.

"You really should talk Gina into getting bigger booths," she said, leaning up to shout in Bellamy's ear over the music. He snapped his gaze to hers and burst out laughing. She gave him a quizzical look. She realised what it sounded like she'd said and felt herself got red.

"Booths!" She said with a laugh.

"Oh," Bellamy said, still laughing. After they calmed down they settled into a comfortable silence. Raven was telling them all how the interview went for the third time and Clarke smiled over at how happy and carefree her friend was. Raven dealt well with the stress of doing a PhD, but it still got to her, especially with her chronic leg and back pain. Clarke felt her heart swell with pride for her friend as she recounted the look on the interviewer's face when they found out she'd worked with NASA when she was just sixteen.

"Come on," Bellamy said right in her ear, causing her to jump and a shiver to run down her spine. "Let's get a drink."

Clarke hummed in agreement and made her way out of the booth.

She gestured to Raven that they were heading to the bar and she gave them a wink and a thumbs up., before turning back to their other friends. Clarke rolled her eyes. She may have vented to Raven about her feelings for Bellamy a couple of months ago, and now Raven was being insufferable about the whole thing; always sending her knowing looks and winking whenever Clarke and Bellamy were together.

Bellamy slid out of the booth and she gestured for him to lead the way; he was taller and less likely to get elbowed in the face by people dancing.

The bass was thumping heavily as they made their way to the bar. At one point, Bellamy held his hand out for her as the crowd got thicker. She took it without hesitation and tried not think about how well their hands fit together. Bellamy didn't drop her hand as they emerged from the throng of people and Clarke couldn't stop herself from smiling.

They reached the bar, still holding hands, and Bellamy gestured for one of the bar staff. Since he worked here while he saved up for his PhD, Bellamy knew all the bar staff pretty well, and so it didn't take long for one of them to make their way over.

Echo came to their end of the bar and shot them both a smile. Clarke smiled back politely. She liked Echo (she did), but she couldn't help the pang of jealousy that went through her when she saw Echo flirting with Bellamy when they were together.

"What do you want?" Bellamy said in her ear. She jumped slightly, not realising they'd been stood that close. Somehow, she'd ended up squeezed between Bellamy and the bar, with him pressed up behind her. She tried, and failed, to stop her face from heating up but it was difficult when all her senses were flooded with Bellamy and his voice sounded gruff in her ear – it all made her head spin a little.

"Uh," Clarke cleared her throat, she turned so she could see his face. "Surprise me," she said with a grin. Bellamy raised an eyebrow as a silent question. She shrugged in return, she was feeling adventurous.

"What can I get you?" Echo asked after she'd served the people next to them.

"Can I get two cherry bombs please?" Bellamy said politely, she felt the vibrations of his chest on her back and she subconsciously shivered against him. God, she was so screwed, she thought with a slight grimace.

Echo nodded and got to work making the drinks. She placed them both on the bar and Clarke started to take her purse out.

"I've got these," Bellamy said. Clarke opened her mouth to argue but Bellamy gave her a stern look over her shoulder. She closed her mouth, knowing it was a lost cause. Bellamy handed the cash over to Echo.

"Fine," she replied. "But I'm getting the next round." Bellamy grinned and picked up their two drinks, handing one to Clarke.

"Thank you," she replied, taking a sip. It was a burst of frozen cherry with just the right amount of vodka.

"Oh wow," Clarke exclaimed. "This is amazing!"

"I'm always right, Clarke," Bellamy said, flashing a grin at her before taking a sip of his own drink. Clarke rolled her eyes and shoved him slightly. She bit her lip to stop her smile from spreading.

"Come on." Bellamy grabbed her hand again and started to lead her back towards their friends.

"Bellamy!" Echo called after them. "Your change?"

"Keep it!" He called back over his shoulder. He led Clarke back towards the booth where their friends had somehow got more shots ordered to the table.

A few drinks later, and Clarke was feeling the buzz of the shots and cocktails flow around her body. She was practically leaning on Bellamy, but he didn't seem to mind. She let herself enjoy it and she'd be mad at herself tomorrow.

"Where did Raven go?" Monty asked as he came back from the bar.

"Dancing." Bellamy and Clarke answered in unison. Monty looked towards the dancefloor and nodded before sliding back into his seat next to Miller. Clarke thought they were looking very cosy, but didn't comment given how close her and Bellamy were sat at the moment.

Bellamy shifted and Clarke moved to sit up on her own, leaning back into the leather booth rather than on Bellamy.

"You know what?" Bellamy said, Clarke shot him a quizzical look. "We need to dance."

Clarke stifled a laugh, Bellamy only ever wanted to dance when he was fairly tipsy and it was one of her favourite things about their group outings.

"Okay," Clarke agreed, getting up out of the booth. She swayed slightly as the alcohol rushed to her head. Bellamy stood next to her and placed his hands on her waist to steady her.

"You okay?" He asked, concern crossing his features.

"Yeah," Clarke managed to get out, and if her face went slightly red it was only because the room was making her very warm. Bellamy smiled at her and she realised just how close they were standing. She cleared her throat and stepped out of his arms before she did something stupid like kiss him.

Clarke led the way to the dancefloor and they soon found the others. Jasper was simultaneously chatting and dancing with Maya and Harper. Raven on the other hand, was getting very close with one of the other regulars, Clarke tried to remember his name, Zeke maybe? Clarke blushed and looked away as Raven pulled him down for a kiss, she was really happy for her friend, Zeke seemed really nice and it was great to see Raven let loose.

Bellamy led Clarke away from their friends and further into the crowds of dancing people. They started dancing to the music. It was quite a fast song and Clarke couldn't help but laugh out loud as Bellamy swayed trying to keep in time with the beat. He held out his hand and twirled her around until she was dizzy, like she was a kid again, and Clarke felt her stomach muscles hurts from laughing so much.

She'd not felt this happy in so long. Out on the dancefloor, it was easy to forget all the stress of work and her mother, and everything else. With Bellamy, everything else fell away and it was just them enjoying the moment.

A body shoved into her from behind and she fell forwards. Luckily, Bellamy was coordinated enough to catch her before she fell. The drunk guy that had pushed her mumbled a slurred apology and Clarke waved him off.

"Are you alright?" Bellamy asked, his eyes scanning her. He reached a hand up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear that had fallen out of her ponytail.

"I'm fine," she told him with a smile. His features softened instantly. She felt his warm breath fan her face and she realised just how close they were standing for the second time that evening.

The music continued to blast and people were still bustling around them, but Clarke couldn't even begin to care about that. Everything else fell away and all she could see was Bellamy.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and her gaze dropped as he did so. She felt a blush crawl up her cheeks as her gaze slowly made its way back up to his brown eyes, worried he'd noticed her staring.

(He had.)

He was staring at her very intensely and Clarke felt herself grow warm all over. Her lips parted and she realised he was looking at her with need.

"If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop," he told her and she felt her mouth go dry.

Throwing caution to the wind, she reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down towards her and capturing his lips with hers.

Bellamy snapped into action almost immediately, pulling her closer with one arm, while his hand caressed her face. Clarke leant into him and felt herself sigh contently. She let her hands wind around his neck to thread her fingers in his hair, it was slightly damp with sweat from dancing, but Clarke couldn't care less.

"I've wanted to do that for ages," he admitted after they broke apart, foreheads pressed together.

"How long?" Clarke asked, biting her lip.

"Probably, since we met," Bellamy admitted with a shrug and Clarke felt herself laugh.

Bellamy grinned before capturing her lips again. The kiss was messy, both of them smiling too much, but it was perfect all the same.

Jasper Jordan had added you to the group "GUYSSSSS!"

Jasper:
GUYYYYSSSS!

Raven:
Jaaper, wtf?
PS soz am druuunk

Jasper:
It's okay, Raven.
But guyyyys!

Nathan Miller has left the group.

Monty:
Jasper, it's nearly 2AM, wtf?

Jasper Jordan added Nathan Miller to the group.

Jasper:
Miller! This is important.

Harper:
Jasper, come on.
We all want to go to bed, what's so important?

Jasper:
Well, I've gathered you all here…

Raven:
JASOER, I SWEAAR TI GOD!

Nathan Miller left the group.

Jasper Jordan added Nathan Miller to the group.

Jasper:
Miller please! This is important!

Miller:
Ugh, what?!

Jasper:
[one image attached]

Raven:
Is that?!

Jasper:
YES!

Miller:
So they finally pulled their heads out of their asses.

Jasper:
Bellarke is canon!

Raven:
Rlly wish u'd stop callin them tht

Monty:
Can we go to bed now?

Raven:
"We"?

Monty:
*blushing emoji*

Monty Green has left the group.

Nathan Miller has left the group.

Jasper:
I KNEW IT!

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