Chapter 12:

It's far too easy to forget Earth is dangerous.

The glow of Earth's rotation once more granting them the necessary light to survive caused her eyes to sparkle, fractals of golden streams rained down on her pale skin in the confines of his tent. Her body lifted and fell with breaths that alerted Bellamy she was awake. Clarke felt the feathery caresses of his abrasive lips against the soft skin of her exposed shoulder. The shift of his blankets moving with his body happened to be the loudest noise she'd heard all morning. It was their first morning as a couple, as two people in a committed relationship with a baby on the way. Clarke desperately wanted it to be perfect and prayed her best friend, Morning Sickness, didn't make an appearance. There was a soft chill on her skin as he positioned himself to press into her back. With difficulty, she contained a moan. As special as this moment was, she didn't want to sound too eager.

It wasn't until she could feel his obvious want for her that she remembered how little clothing they were wearing. The only article he wore was his thin cotton briefs, and she was wearing her underwear and a tank-top she'd borrowed from Octavia. In her defense, she got hot when he wrapped his arms around her in the middle of the night. Bellamy really didn't have an excuse, but his reasoning was sound. He always slept in the bare minimum.

Bellamy placed his calloused hand against her upper arm before using his other hand to move her hair from the back of her neck. He laid a long, opened mouth kiss against her skin. "Clarke," He whispered, "You okay?" With this—was left unspoken but it was certainly implied. She was nervous, their first time was quick and passionate and simply sex. It was her first time. It crossed her mind that, as long as their relationship worked out, he would be the only person she'd ever been with. Every moan, every groan, every whimper would belong to him—it would be because of him. Pulling her out of her thoughts, Bellamy snaked an arm around her body until his palm rested against her flat stomach.

Twisting her body until she faced him, she found herself shocked with the amount of worry in his brown orbs. Truly, he was beautiful. Everything about Bellamy Blake was Earth—sharp lines, edges and angles with a rugged tinge. She dreamt about Earth her entire life, those sharp lines, those edges, those angles. Clarke was taken by him and feared she would never regain her former self—not that she wanted to regain her cold demeanor towards him. Chastely, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips as a reply. He smirked when he pulled away, perfecting his angle so he could recapture her mouth again; his tongue outlining the soft skin.

He broke the kiss once more, pausing a millimeter away from her to steal the air from her mouth until she was completely dizzy—touched by arousal and a lack of oxygen. "You're killing me, Blake." She told him with a breathy laugh, "I swear…" He rolled her body onto her back so he could hover over her skin. With a gentle tug, he aligned himself so he could shove his hips into hers. A sharp moan escaped her lips before she gripped the small hairs on his neck and forced his mouth to connect with her lips. It was a crushing embrace, deepening when she flicked her tongue against his swollen lips. The sound of blankets crumbling, harsh breaths and desperate moans could not conceal the distinctive sound of their teeth clicking together.

Bellamy grabbed her wrists, chuckling because he knew she liked it, and moved them above her head. "Not as much as you're killing me, Clarke…" He promised before he kissed her again, his hands quickly removing her tank top.

-x-

It was late morning by the time Bellamy pulled himself away from her drowsy form. He was well-aware of the repercussions of their morning but he couldn't find it in him to care. There would be rumors and whispers all day concerning where the two leaders were and how long they'd been in his tent. He rose, reaching for his t-shirt and his discarded boxers. He knew what was coming so he quickly spoke up, "Don't even think about leaving this bed today, Princess…or I'll put Jasper in this tent with you and he can just stare at you with those goddamn goggles on." He was chuckling but the dark gleam in his eyes told her that he was being absolutely serious.

His mind was still replaying her moans over and over again, the way she cursed in a coarse whisper like she had to say something to tell him he was doing her the way she needed him to. The sweat drying on his skin from the third round was causing goosebumps to appear on his forearms. For someone so serious and stoic, she sure did have a lot of energy. He hated to say that he could barely keep up with her.

And he was far more experienced.

"How hypocritical of you…" Clarke pulled her body up, holding the blanket to her chest to conceal her naked figure. "All that exercise and now you want me to take it easy?" She arched an eyebrow disapprovingly but the satisfied glow of her skin didn't help her point. It was one of her better moments, where nausea didn't overflow her senses.

He felt a warm blush moving to his cheeks as she analyzed him. There was a playful undertone in her stare that made his heart accelerate. "Well, that—" He pulled his shirt over his head quickly and resumed staring at her, "—is something I can control, Princess. How fast we go…" His smirk widened, "How hard we go… I can control that but I can't control the other important things."

She frowned, "But, really, bedrest? I can compromise on hours…just don't make me stay in bed all day."

He raised his hand to tell her to stop talking, "Clarke…baby as soon as I talk to your mom and Jaha, we'll talk about what you're going to do—what we're going to do but until then, please humor me and stay here."

"Fine, but I'm not going to be happy about it."

-x-

"Come back for more?" Clarke asked with her eyes closed tightly, her face in his pillow as she inhaled his scent. Hours had passed and she could officially say that she hated bedrest. The occasional shout and series of laughter did not make her feel any better about being stuck in a home created out of spare parachute lining and whatever salvageable parts of the drop ship. Her mind concocted a plan for permanent settlement but she discounted it, claiming eventually that it was idealistic in a world where every meal with a struggle. How could they build a quaint little house for their children—dammit, she was doing it again—child if they couldn't even survive the upcoming winter as well as possible starvation?

Even trapped in her head thinking about the camp, she knew it was better than talking to her mother or talking to Jaha. Clarke knew talking to her mother would be tense, awkward and there was good chance that Clarke would become pissed off and hang up on her mom again. She could prepare herself for Abby's wrath but she didn't know where to begin with pardoning Bellamy. Jaha couldn't see the work, the effort—the blood, sweat, and tears he put forth to semi-stabilize their ragtag society. It wasn't like they were working with the best people, either. Criminals. Those labeled disposable by society. They'd been considerably successful given their depleted resources, their faulty landing and the people involved.

Clarke heard Bellamy saying he would talk to Jaha and her mom but she had no intentions of letting him do it by himself even if she was simply holding his hand during the Jaha part. They were together now—even though, she could confidently say that she would defend him even if they weren't involved, even if she weren't pregnant with his child. Bellamy deserved a second chance just like everyone else on the ground.

Too late for comfort, she discovered the person clearing their throat was not Bellamy. "So, it's true? You and Bellamy are together? What the hell, Clarke?" Wells asked her sternly, the betrayal evident in his tone of voice. Immediately, she straightened herself well-aware of her state of undress as she pulled the blanket to her body. It was only pure luck that she was wearing her bra and her underwear.

"Yeah" seemed to be the only response she could come up with as she fought to conceal all of her ivory skin from his eyes.

He shook his head, his hands nervously moving at his sides. Wells gritted his teeth before he threw a fact at her, "He shot my dad."

"I know." Clarke nearly whispered because she hadn't told Wells that she knew. The hurt in his eyes killed her and if they weren't in a weird limbo between former friends and political allies, she would have felt sorry for him. She cautiously told him, "You don't have to tell me what he's done wrong, you don't have to tell me anything for that matter. Bellamy and I are together and there's nothing in the foreseeable future that can change that." Nothing. As she said it out loud, she knew it was true. They were too stubborn to let foolish things destroy them. He wanted her. She wanted him. They were starting a family and it was the beginning to forever in her mind. They could make it…

Her former friend balled up his fist, "What changed, huh? A week ago you wanted to choke him out in the med-bay and now what? You're a happy couple?"

She bit her lip and much like telling Bellamy, she confessed rapidly. "I'm pregnant and Bellamy's the father." Wells faced dropped and he took a step back. Then another, as he shook his head. Is he crying? Clarke opened her mouth to say something comforting but she couldn't think of anything. He loved her and she had feelings for another man—she was starting a family with another man. What could she say? She didn't reciprocate his feelings. He was a friend. He used to be her friend. "My mom knows about the baby, Wells so don't think you can run off and tell someone this time."

"Clarke, I didn't—"

Bellamy walked in the tent with a rations pack and stopped in his tracks. Clarke noted the smears of dirt across his shirt and mentally scolded him for being so messy. Who was going to go to the river to wash his shirt? Certainly not he…and he no longer had the luxury of his harem to do his bidding. Sure, he could make Miller—focus, Clarke!

He could read people fairly well and whatever conversation Wells and Clarke were having was not a good one. He could tell by the expression on his girlfriend's face and Wells' overall body language. Bellamy assumed Clarke just told him the great news of their pregnancy and Chancellor Junior was not taking it well. "I would leave but this is my tent." He bluntly turned to Wells as a way of telling him to stand down, "What, no congratulations?"

"Bellamy…" Clarke started and he listened to her warning for once. He didn't want to upset his princess one day into their new relationship. He still didn't appreciate the balled fists or the scowl on Wells' face. Clarke was supposed to be relaxing—she was supposed to be stress-free for the entire day until they could talk to her mom. He made sure to keep people away from his tent, he'd warned the entire med-bay and put Jasper in charge of watching the flap to make sure Clarke didn't sneak out. He'd taken his job far too seriously but at least he was doing it…

Clarke turned her attention back to Wells, "You didn't, what?" He captured her attention with what sounded like a confession. If he says I didn't mean for this to happen…if he says his name, if he says the word floated I will lose it.

Wells closed his eyes tightly and sucked in a deep breath before pointing at Bellamy, "It's really not the best time." Wells glared at him, "This is between you and me…"

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of Bellamy. We're the leaders of this camp. We're together. Personal or professional, it might concern us both." Please don't confess your undying love. I cannot deal with that right now. I can't deal with any of this right now. Bellamy seemed pleased with her defense and she hoped she could continue PART II: Defense Against the Jaha Boys after everyone went to bed.

"I didn't tell him about your father, Clarke."

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I was going to add the confrontations to this chapter but 1). I like cliffhangers and 2). I didn't want too much happening in one chapter. But I typically update pretty quickly so don't worry!

Abby/Clarke/Bellamy confrontation NEXT, I promise!

-Brooke.