Chapter 5:
"Are you sharing a tent with Bellamy Blake?" Her mother gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her to the side as she launched into a lecture. It was times like these that Clarke really got to see how Abby felt about Bellamy Blake. She despised him, hated him for everything he was worth. "I don't even need you to answer that, you're not sleeping with anyone else but me. Now, I can't very well kick Raven out because she doesn't want to share with anyone else so it will be a tight fit."
Clarke frowned, "Mom—"
"No, Clarke." She waved her hands back and forth as she let go of Clarke's wrist. "I'm not going to hear you defend yourself. I know nothing would ever happen between you two but I don't trust him."
Clarke continued to frown, "That's your first mistake."
You are not ruining my night.
Raven approached Clarke after Abby walked in the opposite direction. "That sucks, man." Clarke raised her head and looked over at Bellamy straining his muscles as he set up the last tent—the tent they were going to have sex in regardless of Abby's overprotective nature. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Because you're going to help me sneak out…" Clarke bit her lip, "because I'm doing this tonight. I am sleeping with Bellamy Blake and no one can stop me."
Octavia came up behind the two girls and snorted, "About damn time."
"We need a plan." Raven said, "And we all know you're the best at plans, Clarke."
"You need to sleep by my mom and you need to be the last person in the tent tonight. The zipper has to be left open significantly so I don't make that much noise when I sneak out. Okay?" Clarke stole another look in Bellamy's direction before she started to get into returning to the tent and how that would be the hardest part.
…
"Hey, so I'm going to be a little late tonight." Clarke told him with a sly smirk on her face. The sky was completely dark and she was about to "go to sleep" in her mother's tent. Abby already settled for the night but Clarke knew she wasn't going to go to sleep until Clarke was in there. "But I will be coming so don't—"
"Oh, I know you will be."
"—freak out…wow, you been waiting to use that line for long?" He shrugged at her underhanded comment and blinked. "My mom found out that we were sharing a tent."
"Hence the evil glares." Bellamy nodded, "For the record, I don't give a fuck what your mom thinks…or hears tonight."
"Are you implying what I think you are?" Clarke arched an eyebrow, "How narcissistic of you to think you can make me scream!" She swatted at his chest playfully, "You can try your hardest but I seriously doub—"
"Don't get ahead of yourself, you don't know what you're getting into."
…
Clarke moved to the opposite side of the tent, "Are you mad at me?" Her mother asked softly, her back to her. Clarke was surveying how hard it would be to sneak out once Raven was in place. She hardly had time for her mother's half-baked apologies where she spent more time insulting Bellamy than actually getting around to apologizing. She didn't want to hear her voice, let alone talk about their feelings.
"No." Clarke said in a final type of way, "I'm tired."
"Goodnight, sweetie."
"Goodnight, mom."
"Goodnight, Abby." Raven said as she fell in between them, winking at Clarke. The two girls nearly held their breath while they waited for Abby to fall asleep. Clarke tapped her fingers lightly on her stomach as she let the nerves build up in her stomach. It was the damn anticipation that killed her. She wasn't expecting him to respect her in the morning. She knew there would be some awkward tension between them for a while. She knew they would have to put more effort into becoming a well-oiled machine. She was already assuming that this wouldn't mean anything to either of them in the morning.
It was about curiosity, sexual tension, and some type of sick self-destructiveness they acquired of their time on Earth.
Clarke watched the moon rise through the netting of the tent, her eyes glazing over as her hands twitched to draw the scene—netting and all. It was how she used to deal with stress. She shook her head, peering over at Raven who lightly nodded her head. Clarke mocked a radio receiver for Raven's benefit and said, "Mission Dry Spell—over."
"It better be over." Raven snorted before Clarke pulled her body up and jumped out of the tent. Raven gave her a thumbs up to tell her Abby was still asleep. Clarke shoved her hands in her jean pockets, her eyes darting around the camp before she opened his tent flap. He was laying there, his hand behind his head. He turned his head to look at her and smiled.
She watched him open his mouth and lean up, "Take off your clothes." Clarke's mouth fell open as his forward demand. Wow, straight to the point… "Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Clarke." She normally wouldn't like his tone but the curve of his lips put her at ease. Slowly, she started removing her clothing—her jeans first so she could ease down to her knees instead of bending because of the tent height. His eyes traced every curve of her skin, taking in her every fluid motion as if he were burning it into his memory for later viewing. Her skin turned pink with the flush of arousal under his gaze.
"Like this?"
"Yeah." He replied huskily, "Just like that." Clarke lifted the shirt above her head, tossing it in his direction because it felt like the right move. She flicked her eyes up to him in the most extraordinarily enticing manner. He leered at her, his longing showing in more than one place. Soon, she was kneeling in front of him in her black underwear. He moved his tongue across his lips before he nearly whispered, "Come over here…"
She nearly crawled over to him but Bellamy seemed to appreciate the gesture. They didn't take their time closing the distance. His lips captured hers, making a sucking noise as he pulled away with a smile only to return to her again. She moved her legs so she was straddling him while he put his hand on her lower back, pushing her body into his as he drug his fingers down her arm. The act alone brought back the ironic shivers he created when he touched her. Her body grinded against his instinctively. He groaned quietly causing goose bumps to rise on her arms.
Clarke started to grind into him on purpose, "Clarke…" His throaty voice made her release a small moan, only adding to his theory from earlier—Bellamy Blake was trying his damnedest to make her increase the volume. "We can make this last for a long time if you stop doing that…"
"But I want you right now…" She pouted, not even knowing she had an inner-vixen. His lips connected with the base of her neck, his tongue flicking across her skin as he moved up to her jaw. His hand moved over her hips, placing his hand underneath the band of her underwear. Her breathing hitched and he looked fairly pleased with himself. Clarke gripped his hair and yanked his head back. "Bellamy…please don't make me tell you again."
"Fuck, I didn't know you were this demanding in bed…" He moved his head back to her neck, "I really, really like it."
Clarke shoved her hips down on his, "I can tell. So, take off the rest of these offending clothes and do me, Bellamy. Right now." He sucked in a sharp breath, listening to her commands. He pushed lightly on her chest until her back was against the blankets on the tent floor. Her feet were on either side of his hips up until the point that he needed to pulled her underwear off of her completely. She slowly raised her foot up, pointing her toe straight at his chest as she chewed on her fingernail. He shook his head back and forth, chuckling softly at the image before him.
Her blonde hair was around her head like a halo, the blush covering her skin a firm reminder that she was absolutely ready for him. He needed to take back control of the situation if he was going to make true of his earlier threat. He moved his own boxer briefs down his leg, causing her to arch her back so he could fully remove them. He bowed forward, wrapping his arms around her back as he pulled her up. She let a ragged sigh escape her lips, "Do you trust me?"
"Absolutely."
Bellamy took hold of her ankle, sliding her body down as he hooked her foot over his shoulder. She slipped down on him, her mouth opening as her eyebrows stitched together. Clarke wasn't going to give him some type of cliché compliment about his size but he was really large and he clearly knew this. His finger moved down the center of her back much like hers had earlier as he thrust up into her. Her head fell back as he increased the pace—no longer willing to take it slow. She moved with him unable to gain her own sense of control—unable to actually want to control what he was executing so well. "Ah…fuck, Clarke…" He groaned much louder than before.
His breathing was intoxicatingly perfect; almost agonizing gasps moving through his mouth, forcing its way onto her already sweating skin. Clarke's voice became very high pitched, "Belluhmeeee…please!" He obviously couldn't stop himself from smiling as he drove into her. It wasn't much of a scream but he realized that it was the loudest she was going to let herself get under their circumstances. "Fuck me…" She moaned in a harsh voice, her body dipping backwards in his arms.
They continued in a mix of harsh, shallow gasps and profanities—fluid motions, deep and fast. Her eyes shut tightly as she felt a dizzying feeling move through her body. She barely recognized it—not really acquainted with the feeling at all. She found herself moving closer and closer to her erotic release. Her eyes fluttered, her breathing almost stopping at the same time her heart stuttered. She cried out to him, finally tipping over the edge. She convulsed in a chain of spasms.
"Oh my god, Clarke." His voice was comparable to a whisper but as rugged as it could be. She felt him shake violently, his passion cresting as he let out the longest, hardest release of his life. Clarke was something—something he could even describe.
Clarke was suddenly grateful for her birth control movement despite her lack of a sex life.
Well, until now.
Clarke removed her leg from his shoulder, falling beside him with a quiet little laugh. "That was…"
"I swear to god if you say mistake like—"
"Amazing. So fucking amazing…"
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