Maybe one day I'll remember to cross post to this site :/. Anyway, I'm back with some prompts! As always, I don't have a beta so I apologise for any mistakes. Title taken from Demi Lovato's Catch Me.

Tumblr prompt from my love, P (youleftme-clarke on tumblr): "If I kiss you right now, I' won't be able to stop"

Additional tags: modern au, secret relationship, college, drinking, background zeke/raven

The party was in full swing by the time Clarke arrived. She wasn't even sure whose house it was – some fraternity that was part of her college she assumed, looking at the décor. Drunk people were huddling in the corridor and she navigated around them to get to the kitchen.

A cheer erupted as she made her way towards the back yard and Clarke gaped at the scene in front of her. Raven was holding a phone to video Jasper and Monty as they each tried to do a keg stand while Bellamy and Zeke held them up. Clarke laughed as her friends cheered them on.

She made her way over to them as Bellamy and Zeke put the younger boys down.

"Hey, Princess," Bellamy greeted when he saw. He grinned and she shot a smile back. It was rare to see Bellamy this calm and relaxed; his thesis for his Masters' was taking almost all of his free time, so it was nice to see him outside of his office and without his laptop in hand.

Raven made her way over to them and shoved a red cup into Clarke's hand.

"You're late, you need to catch up," Raven said with a smirk. Clarke sniffed the drink, trying to decipher what was in it but it was useless.

"What is this?" She asked, not wanting to spend another night retching from whatever concoction Raven decided to make this time. Raven opened her mouth to reply but was stopped when Zeke wrapped his arms around her from behind. Raven turned to face her boyfriend and smiled bright when he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

Clarke shrugged and started to drink. Raven was right, she did have catching up to do. Running across campus to hand in a paper would do that. Clarke pushed all thoughts of responsibility from her mind. Tonight was about being happy with her friends in their last year of college.

As Clarke sipped her drink, she glanced over at Bellamy over the rim of her cup. He was talking to an enthusiastic Jasper about some new signing their favourite football team had made. Clarke allowed herself to take him in.

He was dressed in a simple button-down shirt and jeans and Clarke had admit the outfit was doing things to her. Of course, Bellamy in anything would do things for her (and him in nothing definitely did it for her.)

As if reading her thoughts, Bellamy looked over and caught her eye. Clarke's cheeks were growing warm from the warm summer air and the drink. But Bellamy's gaze was hotter. His conversation with Jasper had finished and he stared at her with a heated gaze as he drained the rest of his cup. He shot her a wink and stood up. Clarke let her gaze follow him as he made his way back towards the back of the house. She was left with a dry throat that didn't seem to go away, no matter how much she drank.

"Clarke?" Raven asked. Clarke turned her attention to her friend and smiled.

"Sorry," she said bashfully. "Did you say something?"

Raven looked at her sceptically and Clarke hoped she hadn't seen her outright ogling Bellamy.

"I asked you if you wanted another drink," Raven told her, narrowing her eyes. Clarke shot her an easy smile back.

She looked down into her nearly empty cup. "Actually, this one's nearly empty. I'm gonna go grab another."

Raven nodded. Zeke whispered something to her and Clarke took the opportunity to leave. She made her way back towards the house and sighed in relief.

Clarke and Bellamy hadn't meant to keep their relationship a secret from their friends, they just hadn't got around to telling them yet. But it had been almost two months since they'd started dating officially and they still hadn't found the right time to tell their closest friends. If anything, Clarke was shocked they hadn't found out yet, they weren't really trying to keep it a secret. Clarke was almost sure Raven had caught on to them in the garden, but if she had, Raven hadn't decided to press the matter.

Clarke made her way past the groups of drunk people and into the kitchen. The music was much louder in here and the room itself was darker. She tried to make out Bellamy in the throngs of people but she couldn't see him.

The kitchen was a mess. Clarke wrinkled her nose as she avoided touching the questionable stains on the countertop. She located something that smelled like vodka and poured it into the cup Raven had given her. As she was scouring the refrigerator for some mixer she felt someone come up behind her.

Clarke stilled her movements and was ready to elbow whoever it was, when they spoke.

"Hey, Princess." Bellamy. Clarke turned her head to narrow her eyes at her boyfriend.

"Bell, what the fuck?" She asked. She meant it to come out scathing but it just sounded breathless as she grinned down at her.

She watched as his gaze traced her face and Clarke felt her cheeks heat up and her mouth go dry. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she watched as Bellamy's gaze followed the action. Her breath caught in her throat.

"I missed you," he replied. Clarke turned her attention back to the contents of the refrigerator and Bellamy came up closer behind her, pressing his warm body against hers. She inhaled sharply and Bellamy wrapped his arms around her middle.

"Bellamy," she whispered, trying to look around the room. "Someone might see us."

"So?" He asked back before leaning down to press a kiss to her exposed neck. Clarke shivered involuntarily and leant back into Bellamy's chest.

"If I kiss you now," she said as he trailed kisses up her jaw. "I won't stop."

She didn't care if she sounded breathless, or needy. Bellamy continued his assault of her exposed neck and jaw. He ground her hips into hers and Clarke let out a groan when he pressed up against her in just the right way.

Clarke shut the refrigerator and turned around in Bellamy's arms. He started to walk her backwards until they were hidden from view from anyone else. The music continued to thump loudly around them, but all Clarke could focus on was the beat of her heart and the way Bellamy was looking at her as his thumb traced shapes on the skin of her hip.

He looked down at her with a soft smile. His pupils were blown and Clarke could hardly make out the deep brown of them in the low kitchen light. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Clarke's eyes flickered to the movement.

She brought her hands up and cupped his face. Bellamy brought his face closer to hers until they foreheads were touching. Clarke stroked her thumb across his cheekbone.

"What about our friends?" Bellamy whispered.

"Fuck them," Clarke replied. She felt Bellamy chuckle, his warm breath fanning across her face.

"I'd rather fuck you," he replied before capturing her lips in a slow kiss.

Bellamy's lips pressed against hers and Clarke let herself sigh happily. Even after two months of dating him, she didn't think she'd ever get bored of kissing Bellamy. She moved her hands up and wound her fingers up into his dark curls.

Clarke tugged lightly on his curls and Clarke felt his groan in response. He nipped her bottom lip lightly. Clarke tugged him closer to her, his arms moved so they were around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Bellamy pulled his mouth from hers and Clarke reluctantly whimpered at the loss of contact. Bellamy started forming a path of open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck. Clarke's breath caught in her throat and she felt her core tighten. She let her head fall back against the wall and closed her eyes contently.

"I've wanted to do this all day," Bellamy whispered in her ear. Clarke felt herself shudder, desire coursing its way through her body. He nipped her earlobe and Clarke let out a small moan.

Snapping herself back into action, she pulled his head from her neck. Bellamy pouted in response before Clarke brought his lips back down onto hers.

Clarke bucked her hips up into his impatiently and she felt him rock against her. His hand drifted around until –

A roaring cheer erupted from the other side of the kitchen. Bellamy and Clarke jumped apart. Clarke felt her cheeks flush a violent red and she saw that Bellamy's ears were red at the tips, even in the low light.

The cheer had been from some frat boys as they played drinking games. Clarke looked over and saw they were still engrossed in the game.

She looked over at Bellamy and saw he was trying to subtly readjust his jeans. She smirked at him and he raised a brow in response.

He took her hand, lacing their fingers together. Clarke smiled and allowed him to lead her away from the busy kitchen.

The noise of the party lessened as they made their way into the lobby of the frat house. Clarke squeezed Bellamy's hand as he led her through groups of people. He turned and she her a wide grin. Clarke felt her heart swell and retuned the smile easily. Bellamy ducked his head and turned back to navigating them through the crowd.

Clarke wasn't sure where exactly Bellamy was leading her, but she'd follow him anywhere as long as he was holding her hand.

Before long, they wound up at a crowed corridor with a few doors going off it. Bellamy pulled Clarke closed towards him and started to try some of the doors.

"Bellamy," Clarke hissed. "What are you doing?"

He continued to try the doors. "Did you want to have sex against the kitchen wall?"

What felt like electricity shot straight to her core and Clarke shook her head quickly. Bellamy smirked at her before trying another door.

This one was unlocked and he shot her a wink before pulling it open.

Clarke scanned the corridor before following him inside, closing the door behind her. Clarke looked around the room and saw it was a decent sized closet, but still a closet nonetheless.

"Yeah, because this is so much better than the kitchen wall," Clarke huffed, looking around the small closet.

Clarke's thoughts were cut short when Bellamy made his way towards her, backing her into the door with a quiet thud. Clarke heard voices on the other side of the door as Bellamy placed his hands on either side of her head.

He leant forward so his lips almost brushed the shell of her ear and Clarke felt herself flush with arousal.

"You're gonna have to stay quiet, Princess," he said in a low voice that sent shivers down Clarke's spine. "Can you do that for me?"

Clarke didn't trust herself to speak so she nodded quickly. Bellamy moved so he could see her face. His eyes were shining in the dim light of the closet but Clarke could see desire in them. Clarke bit her lip and clenched her legs together to try and relieve some of the tension she desired.

Bellamy's warm breath blew across Clarke's face and she let out a small whine. Bellamy chuckled but pressed a slow kiss to her lips. He pressed his weight against his hands that were flat on the door, pressing his body against hers. Clarke moaned at the contact, right where she needed it.

She tugged lightly on his hair, eliciting a groan for Bellamy, and he moved one hand away from the door and carded it into her hair. Clarke sighed at the contact.

Bellamy's other hand trailed down her body until it stopped at her chest.

I hope you liked it! Come chat with me on tumblr (blueshirtbell) and please maybe someone remind me to crosspost before I leave it another few weeks again?