Clarke gently shook Bellamy awake the next morning, though he looked so peaceful and she didn't particularly want to disturb him. It was after eleven and all the old folks (basically anyone over thirty five was old in Clarke's mind) had already had breakfast and headed down the beach so Clarke figured it was safe for Bellamy to get up without being attacked by her mother.
She really did feel bad about yesterday, but she hadn't thought Bellamy would let it get to him so much. After all she didn't care what her mother or fucking Cage Wallace thought, so why would Bellamy? But apparently he did, so she'd made him breakfast as an apology offering.
"Morning Princess," Bellamy smiled up at her groggily.
"Morning," she whispered back. "Breakfast is ready."
"You cooked?" Bellamy said incredulously.
"I do that sometimes," she chuckled. "Now get up, lazy, it's after eleven!" She threw her pillow at him and he groaned as he threw it back and rolled out of bed. Clarke averted her eyes as he pulled on pants and a shirt, lest he look over and think she was checking him out. That would be weird.
She had thought maybe sleeping in the same bed with him would be weird too, but it had been totally fine. Except she was glad he hadn't woken up when she did because she had been snuggled a little too close to him and maybe she'd stayed there a little longer than necessary.
Sometimes she wondered what would have happened if she'd gone out with him when he asked her, the first night they met. But she'd had an enormous crush on a girl called Lexa at the time (who she later ended up dating), so she'd politely declined. But she was happy they were friends, and if they'd dated they probably just would have broken up by now and ruined the great friendship they had.
Bellamy was finally ready for breakfast so Clarke led him downstairs into the dining room, only to find Raven and Wick eating the bacon and eggs she'd labored over.
"Guys! That was for me and Bellamy," she complained.
"This is not for everyone?" Wick asked, his mouth full of eggs.
"Did it look like there was enough for everyone?" Clarke scowled.
"To be honest I think we saved you," Raven poked at the eggs, screwing up her nose.
"Yeah, I mean I'm eating it, but I'll pretty much eat anything," Wick agreed.
"Hmph," Clarke folded her arms and tried not to be too offended.
"Sorry, Clarke," Raven apologized. "I can make you something?" She offered.
"No way," Clarke immediately refused. She knew Raven was an even worse cook than she was.
"You guys are finally up!" Wells barged into the dining room. "Who wants pancakes?" Four hands of people who could not cook for shit immediately shot up.
"Should we go down to the beach and try to make your mom uncomfortable?" Bellamy asked Clarke once they'd finished breakfast.
"We don't have to do that. I think she's sufficiently disappointed in me and I don't want to subject you to any more of Cage's insults," Clarke replied. "Hopefully later we can find a way for you to talk to Kane without my mom hanging around."
Instead of joining the others on the beach, the five of them spent the next couple of hours inside watching some terrible movie (in the theatre room no less) that Wick swore was the greatest movie he'd ever seen. Raven was snuggled into Wick's lap on an armchair, while the other three sat on the couch awkwardly, Clarke in between Wells and Bellamy. She thought about holding Bellamy's hand or cuddling up to him (in order to keep up appearances of course), but Bellamy stiffened whenever she tried to touch him, so she gave up. She thought he was probably still mad at her, though he'd told her he wasn't.
"I swear to god, Wick, you have the worst taste in movies. How do I even date you?" Raven shook her head in disgust.
"Because you secretly love this movie," Wick whispered into her hair.
"I hate it," Raven declared.
"But you love me," Wick started kissing her neck and Clarke was forced to avert her eyes. Did they have to be so affectionate all the time? She looked over at Bellamy and caught his eye and he made a face, clearly thinking what she was thinking.
"So how did you guys come to be invited to this shindig?" Bellamy interrupted the make out fest, much to Clarke's relief. Raven managed to extricate herself from Wick's lips long enough to answer the question.
"I work with Marcus and Thelonius at Ark University. Youngest professor there in fifty-two years," she grinned proudly.
"Wow," Bellamy nodded. Clarke could see he was trying to figure out how someone as cool as Raven could actually be friends with Thelonius Jaha.
"Jaha's not that bad you know," she said with a glance at Wells. Wells just shrugged. "And Kane is cool most of the time. And Abby is cool, once you get on her good side."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Bellamy said with a snort. Clarke looked at Raven with just as much disbelief as Bellamy. Her mother was in no way "cool".
"Seriously, she is! She's just protective of Clarke. Wants the best for her and all that," Raven shrugged, looking at Clarke apologetically.
"And apparently I'm not the best for Clarke," Bellamy muttered.
"Don't worry, she hates everyone Clarke dates," Wells laughed. "Clarke only brought two other people here and I'm not sure who Abby hated more, Finn or Lexa."
"I know who I hated more," Raven snorted, though she'd never even met Lexa.
"I thought you were still friends with Finn," Clarke pointed out.
"I mean I hated him at the time," Raven clarified. She turned to Bellamy. "Clarke's probably told you the story." Bellamy glanced at Clarke out of the corner of his eye. Clarke had not in fact told him the whole story. Just that it turned out the guy she was seeing was also seeing someone else. The whole saga was just embarrassing and she didn't want to have to tell him about it.
"I have not heard the whole story," Bellamy said to Raven. Clarke cringed as Raven cleared her throat and began to tell it.
"Well! It was the first time I'd been invited to Thelonius's beach house, a Christmas party like a year and a half ago. Since it was my first time they wouldn't let me bring a partner. You Jaha's have some weird rules," she said to Wells. "Anyway, Finn told me he was going away for the weekend with some friends, so I didn't bother telling him where I was going, figured I'd just fill him in when we both got back. So I get here and I walk into the house, and there's Finn, with this blonde sitting in his lap," Raven gestured to Clarke. Bellamy raised his eyebrows at her and she screwed up her face in embarrassment. She hated even remembering that day.
"Raven made quite the scene," Wells interjected.
"Can you blame me?" Raven snorted. "I'm surprised I was invited back though," she laughed.
"What happened then?" Bellamy asked.
"Clarke dragged me into another room and talked to me and calmed me down. Then we sent Finn home," Raven finished.
"Thank god that story is over," Clarke groaned. It was just in time too, as she could hear the approaching voices of her mother and friends.
"Hey kids!" Thelonius beamed as he entered the room. "We're going to head into town for lunch, who wants to join?"
"Sure!" Wick answered. "Right, guys?" he turned to the others. Clarke, Bellamy and Wells all shrugged non-commitally while Raven nodded enthusiastically.
Ten minutes later Clarke was in the back of her mom's car with Bellamy beside her and Kane in the passenger seat. She had of course tried to insist that she could drive into town herself but then she had to admit that couldn't remember the way and Abby had practically dragged her to the car.
At the restaurant Clarke managed to maneuver the seating arrangement so that Bellamy was sitting next to Kane. She herself sat between Bellamy and Raven, though Abby tried to get Cage to sit next to her. Clarke couldn't figure out for the life of her why her mother thought she and Cage would be a good match. The guy was a pretentious creep and more than ten years older than her. She could understand a little more how Abby would want her to be with Wells, but Cage? Clarke shuddered at the thought.
"Are you cold?" Bellamy asked her.
"Oh… no I was just thinking about something disgusting," Clarke replied.
"Was it that caviar Dante is eating because I think I want to vomit," Bellamy grinned.
"No, but that is disgusting. Do you think he's actually enjoying it?" Clarke screwed up her nose.
"I doubt it, he doesn't look like he enjoys anything ever," Bellamy laughed.
"How are things going with Kane?" Clarke asked him.
"Good, except when your mom butts in," Bellamy rolled his eyes. "He said he'd have a look at my draft sometime this weekend. Your mom said he needn't bother."
"Okay, I have an idea," Clarke whispered. "Hey, Mom?" she called to her mother down the table.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Abby replied, interrupting her conversation with Lorelei.
"How about we spend some time together? We could walk down the street at have a look in some of the shops?" Clarke suggested. "Just you and me?"
"And me!" Raven interjected.
"And Raven."
"Sure, that sounds lovely," Abby nodded, excusing herself from the table. Clarke and Raven did the same and the three of them headed outside.
"I've got to say Clarke, I'm a little surprised you even came this weekend, let alone actually want to spend time with me," Abby told her daughter once they were strolling down the street. Clarke felt a little pang of guilt, before brushing it off. Abby was the one who'd estranged her own daughter by refusing to support her decision to drop medicine and pursue art. Abby had even had the nerve to tell Clarke that her father would have been disappointed in her. Clarke knew Jake would have thought nothing of the sort and would have been proud of his daughter for following her heart. Her dad probably would have been more accepting of the people she dated as well.
"I'm still mad at you, though," Clarke told her mother.
"I just want what's best for you, Clarke," Abby said defensively.
"Maybe you don't always know what's best for me," Clarke snorted.
"Clarke, if you just listen to me-," Abby started.
"Oh, hey look, a drug store. I just remembered I have to buy condoms," Clarke interrupted loudly. Abby's face went bright red, the desired effect of Clarke's words.
"Oh me too!" Raven agreed.
"I'll just wait here," Abby coughed awkwardly. Raven and Clarke headed for the condoms.
"Your mom is being way worse than usual," Raven noticed as she picked out a box of condoms.
"Tell me about it," Clarke sighed. "I don't know if it's because of Bellamy or if she's just trying to double her efforts in order to get me to do what she wants."
"Probably both. Didn't you need some too?" Raven pointed to the condoms.
"Oh yeah, right," Clarke nodded. She looked over them for a moment before deciding on the largest size. She obviously wasn't really going to use them with Bellamy and she had no idea how big he was anyway, but she thought it would be fun to make Raven jealous.
"Wow. Are you serious? Nice," Raven nodded approvingly. The girls made their purchases and headed back to the street to find Abby had disappeared. "Well, since we're apparently done hanging out with your mom, let's go to that lingerie store across the street. I want to spice up my sex life."
"Spice it up? Raven, I think you're fine. Bellamy and I heard you last night," Clarke smirked. Unfortunately Raven and Wick had not been done after that first round, and Clarke and Bellamy had had to listen to them for another hour.
"Are the walls really that thin? I didn't hear you," Raven said wonderingly.
"No condoms, remember?" Clarke shook the bag.
"Right, well, you should get something sexy too," Raven commanded as they entered the shop.
"I think I'll pass," Clarke said.
"At least try something on," Raven pouted. A saleswoman approached the pair.
"Can I help you?" the woman asked politely.
"Yes, can you please find this lady the sexiest lingerie you have? And as for me, do you have anything in the way of costume type stuff?" Raven said to the woman.
"We have a small selection of very tasteful costumes down the back," the woman pointed and Raven took off the direction of her arm. "And if you follow me, I think we'll be able to find something you like." Clarke was about to protest but she saw Raven shoot her a look from across the store. Well, it couldn't hurt to try something on. The saleswoman presented her with an array of bras, thongs and teddies in a few different colours, but mostly black and red. Clarke was about to pick one of the more modest ones when Raven bounded over, holding a French maids outfit and a sexy cop outfit.
"Oooh, try this one," Raven grabbed a scrap of material that was apparently supposed to be a bra and shoved it into Clarke's hands. "Do you have that in my size too?" she asked the saleswoman. "No, never mind, this one's for Clarke," she changed her mind, then dragged Clarke to the fitting rooms.
Clarke reluctantly stripped off her top and bra and put on the one Raven had picked for her. As she predicted, the sheer material covered absolutely nothing, but it did manage to push up her boobs rather nicely. And if she had been intending to seduce Bellamy she would definitely buy it. But of course, she wasn't intending on seducing anyone in the near future, particularly not her best friend slash fake boyfriend.
"Tasteful my ass," she heard Raven say gleefully. The next moment the curtain of her dressing room was being thrown open and Raven was standing there in the French maid's outfit, if it could even be called an outfit.
"Oh my god, Raven!" Clarke shrieked, covering her chest.
"Come on, let me see!" Raven demanded. Clarke exhaled dramatically but lowered her hands, though she wasn't particularly keen on showing Raven her boobs. "Wow. Hot." Raven nodded approvingly.
"Raven?" Wick's voice rang through the store.
"We're back here!" Raven called.
"Wick is not seeing me like this," Clarke crossed her arms over her chest again.
"Right. Wick, stay there! Bellamy, come and tell Clarke she needs to buy this!" Raven yelled.
"Wait, what?" she panicked. "How did they even know we were here?"
"I texted Wick, obviously," Raven told her.
"It's okay, I'm sure it looks great. She can show me later!" Bellamy called back, much to Clarke's relief. She half expected him to come back there just so he could tease her.
"What are you doing, man? Go look," Wick said in a lower voice, but still clearly audible. Clarke tried to send mental signals to Bellamy to stay put. She could hear the low voices of the guys having a discussion but she couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Seriously, what's his problem? Is he allergic to lace?" Raven joked to Clarke. Clarke managed a weak smile.
"He doesn't need to see it. I'm not going to buy it anyway. He probably won't even like it," she assured Raven.
"Trust me, he's going to like it," Raven winked. A second later, to Clarke's dismay, she heard heavy footsteps coming towards the fitting rooms. Shit. If he saw her in this she would never live it down. She was out of excuses though, and evidently Bellamy was too, because all too soon he was standing in front of her, drinking her in. She tried to act natural, like this wasn't the first time her supposed boyfriend had seen her breasts but she stood stiff with her fists clenched and she knew her face had turned bright red.
She saw Bellamy swallow hard, and his face was tinged pink too, though it was much less noticeable on him.
"See, I told you he'd like it," Raven snickered, though she was looking somewhere significantly lower than his face. Clarke dropped her eyes and if it was at all possible, her face went even more red when she noticed the bulge in Bellamy's jeans. She quickly averted her eyes and Bellamy cleared his throat awkwardly. Raven glanced between the two of them, finally noticing the weird vibe. She seemed about to say something when Wick's loud voice interrupted her.
"Can I come and see yours yet or what?" he yelled.
"Yes!" Raven yelled back. She shoved Clarke back into her dressing room with a look that said we'll talk later. Clarke drew the curtain and got back into her normal bra and top. Raven ended up buying the sexy cop outfit and she tried convinced Clarke to buy the bra and matching thong, but Clarke was adamant she didn't want it. The four of them then met up with the others and headed back to the beach house.
If Bellamy had thought this weekend was going to be easy, he was sorely mistaken. He almost thought he was dreaming when he woke up to find Clarke pressed against him, her lips against his neck, arm thrown over his body as he breathed in the scent of her hair. Of course, he'd pretended to be asleep so that he didn't have to move, and he knew he should have removed himself from the situation, but he was too intoxicated by the feel of her skin against his to even think about getting out of bed. He'd eventually fallen back to sleep and the next time he woke she was leaning over him, telling him breakfast was ready, and he knew he could get used to mornings like that.
He later scolded himself for letting himself think such thoughts, and then, though he'd watched hundreds of movies with Clarke leaning against him, he was so acutely aware of her presence through Wick's choice that he couldn't even let her touch him without tensing up.
And then, seeing her dressed in just a skirt and that non-existent bra was just excruciating. He'd done his best to act like he'd seen it all before, but he was sure Raven had noticed how awkward the two of them were, and he wondered if she had caught on to their ruse.
Bellamy, Marcus, Abby and Clarke were all totally silent on the drive back to the beach house, when he received a text from Clarke.
Why are you so quiet?
I think you know why.
It's not that weird, they're just nipples.
Right.
I've seen your nipples loads of times.
It's different. He wished she would stop saying the word nipples. Then maybe he'd stop thinking about them.
How is it different?
You're a girl. He saw Clarke roll her eyes, but he was sure she didn't feel as nonchalant about the whole thing as she was acting. And he knew it wasn't really just because she was a girl, he'd seen plenty of girls' nipples before, but this was Clarke. And he could hardly tell her that it was different because he doubted she wanted to run her tongue over his nipples and suck on them the way he wanted to do to hers. And she did not get a hard on when she saw (or even thought about) his nipples. So he was trying his best to get the image of her perfect breasts out of his head, but it wasn't easy.
They finally pulled up at the beach house and everyone hurriedly got out of the car.
"Bellamy, why don't you grab the draft of your novel? I'll have a look when I get the chance," Kane told him, earning a short glare from Abby.
"Yeah, sure," Bellamy nodded. He couldn't get away from Clarke fast enough.
"You and Bellamy haven't had sex yet," Raven practically accused Clarke after she'd dragged her upstairs to the room she was sharing with Wick.
"We totally have," Clarke refuted.
"That was not the look of a man who's seen his girlfriend naked before," Raven said knowingly.
"Fine, we haven't," Clarke admitted, chewing her lip. It was better than admitting the whole truth, and she was relieved Raven had only figured out part of it.
"What are you waiting for?" Raven prodded. "Is he a virgin?"
"No, he's not a virgin," Clarke rolled her eyes. "We haven't been together very long, okay?"
"But you were planning to do it for the first time tonight?" Raven questioned.
"Why do you say that?" Clarke raised an eyebrow.
"You bought condoms," Raven reminded her.
"Oh yeah. I guess we were," Clarke shrugged.
"You probably should have bought a smaller size. He's probably lying about the size of his dick, most guys do. Have you seen it yet?" Raven asked. Clarke shook her head, screwing up her face. She was really not enjoying the direction of this line of questioning. She did not want to think about how big Bellamy's penis was and consequently how it would feel like and what it would make her feel like. Goddamn Raven for bringing up thoughts that Clarke had managed to squash during her entire friendship with Bellamy.
"Although, from the size of his bulge, I'd say it is pretty big," Raven mused. Clarke groaned inwardly, heat rushing to her face.
"Please can we stop talking about this?" Clarke begged. Thinking about it was causing a tingling feeling to settle in her nether-regions and she didn't want to think about what that might mean.
"Fine, but you have to tell me all about it tomorrow, deal?" Raven held out her hand and Clarke took it and gave it a reluctant shake.
Bellamy lay shirtless on the bed that night, reading a book, when Clarke plopped down beside him, wearing her pajamas. Bellamy ignored her and kept reading.
"Are you still weirded out that you saw my boobs?" Clarke asked him.
"You could say that," Bellamy grunted. Weirded out probably wasn't the best term. Turned on was more like it.
"Maybe if I take my top off now and you just stare at them then the shock will wear off and they'll just be like any other pair of random boobs," Clarke suggested.
"Jesus, Clarke," Bellamy put his book down and looked at her. "Don't do that."
"Don't you like my boobs?" Clarke questioned with a playful prod at his chest.
"Can you stop saying boobs?" Bellamy pleaded. He needed to stop thinking about them, and it was very hard when Clarke kept bringing them up.
"Do you think my boobs are sexy?" Clarke grinned, pushing them up and fluttering her eyelashes at him. He knew she was trying to act silly so that he'd stop being "weirded out" but it really wasn't working.
"Come on, Clarke. You're like the least sexy woman I know," he lied. Clarke seemed a little offended by his remark. The flash of disappointment he thought he saw in her eyes was gone immediately and he put it down to his imagination.
"Well, that's just-," Clarke began, but she was cut off by the moans of Raven, and then Wick, coming through the wall.
"Not again," Bellamy rolled his eyes. "This is so uncomfortable."
"We'll just have to outdo them," Clarke smiled mischievously. Bellamy cocked an eyebrow at her in confusion. He soon saw what she meant though when she started moaning loudly and dramatically, trying to imitate Raven's sex noises. Bellamy couldn't help but burst out laughing, she sounded so ridiculous.
"Don't laugh! You'll give the game away," Clarke slapped him playfully.
"Sorry, but you sound ridiculous," Bellamy chuckled.
"And how would you have me do it, then?" Clarke asked him.
"You have to build up to it. You can't just start screaming out of nowhere," Bellamy informed her. "Close your eyes. You have to pretend it's really happening. Pretend I'm touching you-, or well, not me… but someone," Bellamy quickly corrected himself.
"Um… okay," Clarke eyed him skeptically.
"Just close your eyes," he instructed. Clarke slowly shut her eyes. "Now… think about someone kissing you. First your lips," he paused before continuing, "then down your jaw, to your neck…"
"Mmm," Clarke hummed before opening an eye. "Is that better?" she whispered.
"Yes," Bellamy replied huskily and Clarke closed her eye again.
"Now what?" she asked. Bellamy cleared his throat before continuing. This was weird right? Despite being best friends, he and Clarke rarely discussed their sex life, and yet here he was, basically telling her what he'd like to do to her. Except she didn't realise that's what he was doing.
"They're running your hands up your stomach, still kissing you," he continued, watching her as she managed to make all the right noises.
"I'm pulling your top over your head," Bellamy went on, forgetting he wasn't supposed to be talking about himself. Clarke either didn't notice or chose not to comment. "And then I kiss your breasts and my… I mean, someone's…" he corrected himself, "hand touches you between your legs and… and…" he faltered as Clarke let out a particularly erotic moan. He took this moment to pause and consider how much detail to go into. He knew he was already saying too much. But Clarke didn't seem to need him to go on.
Bellamy gazed at her, her brow furrowed in concentration, her hands balled into fists lying on the bed. Her moans grew louder and louder and were very convincing in Bellamy's mind. And he was surprisingly fine. There was only a tiny part of him that wished he was making Clarke make those noises for real. That was, until his name escaped her lips.
"Bellamy," she moaned, and it took all his strength not to answer her call with his lips. And he knew she was just acting, and that she wasn't really thinking about him, but his heart did a little flip flop in his chest just the same. Not to mention he was rock hard beneath his pants.
Clarke moaned his name again, and Bellamy let out an involuntary groan. Fuck. He moaned again, on purpose this time, pretending he was just helping out with the act. Finally, Clarke let out a final climatic cry that rivaled Raven's. She slowly opened her eyes then and peeked at Bellamy with a somewhat sheepish expression on her face.
"Do you think we fooled them?" she asked.
"Definitely," Bellamy forced himself to smile, though he wasn't sure if he'd ever felt more uncomfortable. "I'm going to take a shower," he told her, though he didn't mention that that shower was going to be ice cold.