CLARKE:

She was pacing. It's been a month and she still couldn't believe it. It'd be rude to say so to his face, but still, he's twenty four and… she now understands it, he's fucking big, but she couldn't tell him that either because it was a one-time thing. She took his virginity, showing him the basic ropes of sex (and some hot shower sex she might not be able to stop thinking about).

"What is wrong with you?" Raven asked walking in the door.

"Is O with you?"

"No, Bellamy wanted her home to do something. What's going on with you?"

"I had sex with Bellamy."

Raven laughed, "Fucking finally!"

"What?"

"The sexual tension between you two was nearly palpable."

"What? No, he was… I needed… it had nothing to do with us, it was… we both needed to get laid and going to the bar to pick someone up was too much work so we agreed it was a onetime thing."

"You're a fool in love," Raven shook her head.

"He—he doesn't feel that way, I'm fine with that."

"You're really not."

"Fine, I'm not, but the rules were all mine and I can't just go back on them."

"You can."

"No, Rae, I can't. I can't lose him and I'd rather be his friend for the rest of my life than try for more and lose him forever."

"And what if he's being a bigger idiot than you and doesn't do anything about it either?"

"That's impossibly untrue. He didn't—I feel like I forced him. I know I didn't, but… you don't know everything and I'm guilty of manipulating him."

"You were fine talking to him last week, how could you feel guilty when you practically flirted with him?"

"I did? I was drunk."

"Yeah, you were drunk," Raven chuckled. "I think you hit on Maya too."

"Oh, God, does Jasper hate me?"

"Jasper thought it was a real riot."

"And Bellamy?"

"He was drunk too, flirted back and didn't like that you were flirting with Maya."

"What—I didn't even know I did it."

"That's a problem too, babe. What would you have done if you caught him flirting with Miller?"

Clarke rolled her eyes, "Laugh, Miller isn't his type and Bellamy definitely isn't Miller's."

"So you'll laugh when the guy you like is hitting on someone else?"

"It's Miller!"

"Miller was an example, it could be anyone. It could be me or some random girl in the bar or class or library. Clarke, you could lose him if you don't do something about it because hiding from your feelings is a way of losing him too."

Clarke shook her head. "It's not worth the risk."

"Fine, but I will say I told you so when he comes to the bar with another girl on his arm."

"You have that right."

"You're just going to continue pining, aren't you?"

"Involving a lot of imaginative masturbation."

A week later, Clarke was sent home with a fever, "You can't help anyone get better when you're sick, Griffin," Jackson said and Clarke rolled her eyes, she wasn't sick, she gets a fever a few days before her period comes, nothing major, usually just under a hundred degrees so it's really nothing and her period runs like clockwork, the perfect twenty-eight day cycle. She had three days before it arrived and along with the fever, she's insanely horny, with only the thoughts of Bellamy's huge dick to get her by. She wasn't against porn, she just preferred remembering how Bellamy's cock felt inside her. Glorious wasn't even the half of it.

"Rae!" she called through the apartment, hoping she was at the shop working for Murphy's dad. Murphy owed her after nearly killing her.

There was no answer so Clarke gladly grabbed a glass of water and headed to her bedroom to relieve some tension. Closing the door behind her because all their friends have keys to the apartment, aside from Bellamy who never came over so there was no need, it's safer for her to close her door than expose herself to all her friends.

She stripped down and put on her most sensual music that really gets her in the mood—Daniel Craig and dvsn—and lays on her bed.

It's a gradual build when thinking about Bellamy, it could go one of two ways when she does this, the easy way where they talk and flirt and it progresses naturally or the one that's more realistic and rough and so Bellamy she can barely last, they fight, they push each other's buttons and when it comes to a head, one of them pushes the other against whatever surface was behind them and devoured the other's mouth. It was a tossup on which one she enjoyed more because they were both delicious fantasies that would never come true.

You don't know babe
When you hold me
And kiss me slowly
It's the sweetest thing
And it don't change
If I had it my way
You would know that you are

Closing her eyes, Clarke trailed her fingers up her stomach as though they were his lips, coming up her to her breasts, grazing her breast and squeezing her nipple until she bit her lip as a wave of ecstasy shot down her spine and she groaned.

You're the coffee that I need in the morning
You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring
Won't you give yourself to me
Give it all, oh

She tugged and massaged her breasts for a while before taking her right hand and rubbed her fingers against her clit for the much needed stimulation, her breasts alone weren't cutting it.

She rubbed at her clit rough and quick, bringing herself over the edge quickly, getting the first one out of the way to let the next few come with slightly more ease.

I just wanna see
I just wanna see how beautiful you are
You know that I see it
I know you're a star
Where you go I follow
No matter how far
If life is a movie
Oh you're the best part, oh
You're the best part, oh
Best part

Clarke adjusted the hand between her thighs, rubbing her palm against her clit and letting two fingers slide into her cunt and they weren't as long or thick or rough as Bellamy's but she found an angle that got her so close that she was teasing herself to the point where she was gasping and moaning so loudly and when she did come with the memory of Bellamy pounding into her, his eyes locked on hers with an unreadable expression, his name pushed through her teeth impossibly loud just as she heard a knock on the door.

"Clarke?" she heard Octavia's worries voice through the door. Shit.

It's the sunrise
And those brown eyes
You're the one that I desire
When we wake up
And then we make love
It makes me feel so nice

Clarke couldn't say anything, what was she supposed to say?

You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert
You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts
You're the sunshine on my life

"Clarke..?"

"Ye—yeah, O?" she answered, slightly horrified and praying Octavia didn't hear her at all.

"Raven called and wanted to know what you were in the mood for dinner. She wants sushi but will settle for Thai if that's what you want."

Clarke scrambled off her bed, pulling clothes on peaking at the clock, grimacing as she got to the door. "It's two in the afternoon, what are you doing here?"

No matter how far
If life is a movie
Then you're the best part, oh
You're the best part, oh
Best part

"I had a half day, I think we both know what you were doing here," she smirked.

"What?"

"The music, Daniel Caesar is so good to get off to, that voice," she swoons.

If you love me won't you say something
If you love me won't you

The voice that reminds Clarke of Bellamy's, she grimaced as she scrambled for her clothes. "Uh, yeah. Jackson sent me home with a fever and—"

"And you thought you'd get off while thinking about my brother?"

Clarke's eyes widened in panic when she opened the door and…

"Relax, I know how his name sounds at climax, I fucking live with him and Roma…" she shook her head at the thought.

"I didn't even know it was him, okay? I started with vague body parts that I wouldn't even know were truly his so I doubt—"

"Quit while you're behind. Just don't do anything to him, he has a fragile heart even though he doesn't let anyone see that."

If you love me won't you say something
If you love me won't you
Love me, won't you

The song was over and it changed to something she didn't recognize and Octavia grimaced at her. "You don't like him, do you?"

"I… No," Clarke shook her head, she wasn't about to tell Octavia that it was more than that, that she might love him or maybe have an unhealthy obsession with his gorgeous cock, she can't tell his sister that.

"There's a weird sexual tension between you two when you argue that—"

"No, Octavia, stop. Yes, your brother is hot but he frustrates me to the point of murder, I can't live my life like that," she lied but she's so used to lying to her mother that she thinks she's gotten too good at it for her own good.

"You do know that it's a sign you're meant to be together too."

Clarke gave the younger girl a skeptical look, "Do you and Lincoln fight constantly?"

"Not constantly but we do fight and we make up because it's not a big thing."

"And Bellamy will argue Trump over Clinton with me when he voted for Hillary just like the rest of us. He fights with me just to fight, how is that fair?"

"It's not but maybe he just wants to talk to you, do you ever think of that, if he's arguing with you he has your attention which is what he wants."

"Are you trying to tell me that Bellamy likes me because I just cannot believe that. He—he just can't, he would have… he'd have told me."

Octavia gave her the skeptical look now and Clarke rolled her eyes, over the conversation. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I couldn't deal with Bell's mood anymore, he's been off the past month."

Month, Clarke thought, shaking it out of her head, there has to be more than sex that's changed for him. "Really? He's been the same around me."

"Because he likes you."

"And he loves you, so he shouldn't be… Thai," she decided on dinner. She didn't want to talk about Bellamy anymore.

"He's Filipino."

"Yeah, we're definitely having Thai, you joining?"

"Lincoln's break is in two hours and he'll text me back then and let me know if we're doing something. I doubt it, he probably has a training session and he doesn't let me go to those."

"You're letting someone tell you what to do? Who are you and what did you do to Octavia?"

"I want him Clarke, if you want something bad enough you accept the boundaries."

"Damn, you're serious."

Octavia smiled and Clarke laughed, "Come on, let's go do something actually fun."

BELLAMY:

They didn't talk about it. They still hung out and argued about nonsense, but they didn't talk about that night. Bellamy knew it was amazing, not because it was his first time or because he was in love with Clarke but because they were so in sync that Bellamy knew what she needed before she could vocalize it.

That's not to say that things aren't different between them. Their harsh words hit softer, they gravitate towards each other throughout the night. If they touched, it was like a bolt of electricity coursing through him, leaving him wanting her more and more every time.

Their friends planned a joint week vacation renting out a house at Virginia Beach for everyone to stay in, Bellamy initially said no but Octavia convinced him that he deserves a vacation. He'd reluctantly agreed and now dreads it all together. Six days of Clarke in skimpy bikinis and him not being able to do anything about it? Torture and/or death will ensue.

"What is wrong with you?" Octavia spat, slamming the door to the deck outside where all their swimwear clad friends were goofing off while Murphy and Miller manned the grill.

Bellamy grasped his beer tighter in one hand, the other gripping the edge of the island.

"Bellamy Bradbury Blake."

"You cannot tell anyone," he told her sternly.

"Tell anyone what?"

"You can't make fun of me either."

"I promise that I won't make fun of you but I can't promise that I won't use it against you later."

"Fine. I was a virgin until three months ago when Clarke kindly offered to fix the situation so I could keep a girlfriend for once in my life but I was half in love with her then and—"

"And now you're completely in love with her," O finished.

"And she said no feelings."

"You're certain she meant it?"

He nodded, gulping down more beer, "She wouldn't have said it if she didn't mean it and now, because of you, I have to look at her half naked for a week."

"You can't blame me for this, I mentioned the trip before anyone else but you could have told me about sleeping with her. Everyone knows you're in love with her, thinking you're just waiting for the right time to tell her."

"I certainly can't do that now. No feelings," he reiterated.

"Preexisting feelings are different, Bell."

"How?"

"What if she said it to keep herself from getting her hopes up? That she liked you too?"

"I know her better than—" Bellamy shut himself up as the doorknob clicked and Clarke pushed through, both Blakes glaring at her.

"Hey, O, do you mind if I steal Bell for a minute?"

"Sure, maybe you can do something that will break him out of his funk," Octavia told her, glaring at Bellamy on her way back outside.

Bellamy downed the rest of his beer and grabbed another from the fridge.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?"

Clarke shrugged, "I owe you a blow job."

"You really don't," he grimaced, leaning back against the counter.

"I—I told you I would and I haven't."

"I told you I didn't care."

"So why are you treating me like I killed your dog?"

"I'm not."

"You are, ever since that night three months ago."

"That night," Bellamy scoffed.

"You want me to call it the night I took your virginity?"

"How about the night we had sex? That's what happened four times and like you said, it's not a big deal unless you're pregnant."

Clarke took a step back and licked her lips, "I'm not, but I didn't think it'd ruin our friendship."

"I knew I should have said no when you offered," he shook his head. "But I had—"

"Bellamy, please, I—I want us to be okay again, I can't lose you too."

"That's not fair! I'm not them!"

"I—I know, but you're—you mean more to me than Wells did and—and losing you will ruin me," her voice broke a few times and Bellamy nearly reached out to her, but he couldn't. If he touched her, he would have acted as though everything was fine, but it wasn't. He was never going to be with her.

"Clarke, why did you offer it?"

"Because I—"

"Don't bullshit me either," he growled.

Clarke didn't say anything, wringing her fingers together before closing the distance between them, pushing up onto her toes, one hand taking purchase on his shoulder, while the other cupped his jaw. Bellamy was frozen with anticipation or shock, as Clarke's lips pressed against his.

She pulled away far too quickly but Bellamy couldn't blame her, he was too shocked to kiss her back. She licked her lips and her hands pulled away. "I thought—" she whispered, stopping to collect her thoughts properly, always ten questions ahead, before looking at him. "I thought having sex with you would get me over you, you were a virgin, you were supposed to suck at it, but…"

Bellamy bit back his hurt and anger and asked, "But?"

"How many girls have seen your dick?"

"What?" he grimaced, this was an unexpected turn.

"Aside from me, how many girls saw your dick?" she asked again.

"Six maybe, what does it matter?"

Clarke bit her lip and that was an image Bellamy didn't need combined with the bikini. "Because you're—you're big," her eyes widened so he'd understand completely.

"Oh, did I hurt you?"

"Gloriously," she smiled. "I downplayed everything, Bellamy. That was the best sex of my life and I downplayed it because losing my best friend wasn't an option. I could ignore my feelings as long as it meant you were in my life."

"What feelings, Clarke?"

"I'm in love with you. I definitely didn't know it in the beginning, I knew you'd take care of me because that's who you are, but I—"

"You love me? What the fuck is wrong with you, Clarke?" he exclaimed, louder than intended and he knew their friends would be drawn to his outburst. "Why would you… this was your idea, this was all your idea and your rules and how can you possibly say no feelings. No awkwardness. One. Time. Occurrence. You can't say that and then come back to me three months of awkwardness with feelings and wanting more. You can break your rules, but I can't? How is that fair? Tell me how you think that is fair!"

"It's… it's not," she said quietly. "And I shouldn't have been afraid of how you… there was a chance you don't love me back, Bell, and I—how am I supposed to see you every day feeling more for you than you do for me, how is that fair to me?"

"Because…" because life is about risks. Because telling someone how you feel and being rejected makes moving on easier (hypocrite). Because I love you. "I do."

"What?"

"I love you."

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," Clarke shook her head.

Bellamy laughed, "Why do you think I'm in here instead of out there with the rest of you? I couldn't see you dressed in next to nothing and not—"

"Kiss me. Bellamy, kiss me."

Bellamy tilted his head down and finally kissed Clarke, her lips were soft and plump and everything that Bellamy imagined and more. He pulled her flush against him, he's half hard and he wanted her to know what she does to him, what she's always done to him. He'd usually be embarrassed, he'd usually refrain from having them fully against him, but this was Clarke, this was his Princess and something about her made him give up all his worries and insecurities (unless it's about her and O, he'll always worry about them).

He couldn't get enough, they barely pulled away for a breath before diving right back in and she didn't want it to ever end either, if her fingers forking through his hair and latching on meant anything. Bellamy was overwhelmed and ecstatic and Clarke's tongue licked into his mouth and Bellamy growled. If they didn't stop, he was going to screw her right then and there and their friends were right outside.

"Clarke—" he groaned as she pulled him back down to her. "Clarke."

She pulled away and Bellamy sighed, "I want nothing more than to continue this, but our friends are right outside and they are way too invested in our love lives."

"So should we pretend that we're not…"

"What are we exactly?"

"Dating. Improperly, but we'll get there," she smiled and Bellamy pressed a kiss to her lips quickly.

"Right."

"I'm definitely going to blow you later, by the way," she breathed.

Bellamy's mind drifted to what that meant, because the thought of her on her knees in front of him, he couldn't be thinking about that when they're about to go back out to their friends. "Walk on the beach at twilight?" he asked, changing the direction.

"Perfect first date," Clarke smiled again, she appears to not be able to dampen her smile.

"Cool. I owe Miller a beer, promised on my way in and it's been far too long. Head back out and I'll see you in a minute?"

Clarke nodded, sneaking another kiss to Bellamy's lips and pulled away, opening the door with a schooled expression.

"Clarke," he called before she left. "I love you."

She beamed at him and winked before going back to their friends.

"Octavia found me masturbating to the thought of you two months ago."

Bellamy choked on his beer, they were walking on the beach like he promised, it was just at sunrise instead because Never Have I Ever was much more important to their competitive sides than romantically walking along the water. His beer was his hair of the dog, too hung over to really be enjoying the walk, always loving the company. "What?"

"So I oddly get a fever the week before my period comes and two months ago, it coincidentally happened to be when I had my physical for work and Jackson sent me home early. So what am I going to do with a free afternoon? Masturbate to the memory of my best friend screwing my fucking brain out the month before because I couldn't actually have him."

"We're idiots for thinking that."

"We are but we've moved past it so we're all good," she smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

Bellamy smiled, they couldn't stop touching last night either. They were stealthy about it, they sat next to each other and hid their hands under the table or Bellamy would drape his arm across the back of Clarke's chair or she'd touch his arm as she laughed hysterically hard at whatever idiotic explanation was given for someone's Never Have I Ever, it was truly great.

"Do you think they'll figure it out if we don't tell them?" Clarke asked, sitting in the sand to watch the sun come up over the water.

"I think we could be civil and cordial and wait for them to figure it out. If they figure it out," Bellamy rolled his eyes, sitting behind her so she could lean back against his chest, she loved doing it on movie nights when everyone started hanging out together. It's a habit now, one Bellamy will never be ready to give up.

"Mmm, I don't know, that might be asking too much of us, you're wrong about a lot of things," she smiled back at him fondly.

"Sure, I am. So," he smirked, playing with the hem of the tiny sleep shorts she was wearing. "You were thinking about me?"

"I always have," she sighed. He'd barely touched her and she's raw like this, Bellamy was in utter awe of his princess.

His hand trailed from her shorts to her inner thigh, so high up he was practically stroking her hot, slick folds.

"Bell," her breath hitched.

"What do you want, baby?"

"We shouldn't do this on the sand, it's… unsanitary."

Bellamy began pulling his hand away.

"I didn't say stop."

He chuckled lightly into her, licking and nipping a trail down the column of her throat she willingly exposed to him. He pushed aside her shorts and stroked her fingers lightly over Clarke's panties. She groaned, pushing against his fingers. "You're such a tease," she whined.

"Says the girl who owes me a blow job."

"I'll owe you two then. I'll throw a hummer in there too, if you don't give it away for the rest of the week."

"I'm never going to be able to take you out," Bellamy groaned into her neck, wanting to take her out, just the two of them.

"Of course you will, Mr. Feminist."

"Not the crazy misandry feminist, right?"

"Equal rights feminist, definitely because I propositioned you twice, our kids are going to make fun of you for not just asking me," she chuckled and Bellamy bit her neck, rougher than before in retaliation. "Hey!"

"You propositioned me for emotionless sex and then told me to kiss you three months later, how was I supposed to know what your mixed signals meant?"

"Doesn't matter, we just can't tell our kids how we went from friends to lovers until they're married."

"You're thinking about our kids?"

"Hypothetical future children. Don't tell me you haven't thought about them, because I know you better than that, Mr. Blake."

"I'm not talking about them as though they're real," he chuckled.

"So this is a thing we're doing, talking about kids barely twelve hours into this relationship?"

"I will talk about our children whenever you want because you're the only woman I intend on having them with."

"Bellamy—"

"I know, I fell for the person I lost my virginity to, I don't really care about how big of a cliché I am."

"It doesn't count, you loved me before we had sex."

"Really?"

"Really," Clarke confirmed.

Four days later, everyone spent their last afternoon packing their bags for the four hour drive in the morning so Clarke looked to Bellamy and told everyone that they're going for the last pizza and beer run, wanting some alone time without their friends knowing what they were doing.

The minute they were out of the driveway Clarke's hand was in Bellamy's and he sighed, fully content.

"So we're going to the beer store, pizza place, and the car rental place."

"Wait, why?" he grimaced.

"For us, we're going to lie to our friends and say we have job interviews in Petersburg when they're going 64 back to Arcadia, we'll go 460 instead. We'll get a rental even though we don't have job interviews, I already told them we did so it's not a surprise. I also said you're nervous so that's why they didn't bring it up to you."

"You're sneaky."

"They also think we're going to kill each other," she smirked.

"We would have a week ago."

"True, they think we're in a truce for the week, they're idiots."

"What does it mean, if we surround ourselves with idiots?"

"That we're bigger idiots, but I like being an idiot if it means being with you."

Bellamy gagged, "I'm choking on your corniness."

"You love it."

Bellamy hummed, turning into the beer store parking lot, "I love you."

Clarke smiled, "I'm so giving you a bunch of blow jobs on the drive back."

"You do know I've told you that I love you three times and you've said it once."

"You made me say it because you were being an asshole!"

"Clarke," he grimaced, getting out of the car, his hand slipping from hers.

She rushed out after him, stopping him in the middle of the parking lot, "I love you. I do, but I don't want to say it because I have to."

"I like hearing it, I thought for so long that you wouldn't or—or couldn't, I just want to hear it," he confessed sheepishly, he's been pining for her for so long he truly just needed to be reminded that they're on the same page now, that they're together in this.

"Bell," Clarke cupped his cheek and pulled his face to look down at her. "I love you. I love you. I'm completely in love with you and I'm not going anywhere," she leaned up and pressed her lips to his softly before his phone rang and she jumped back.

Bellamy ignored it, pulling her back to him and kissed her with no abandon. "We're coming clean when we get back home," he sighed, his forehead pressed against hers.

"This week has been fun but it sucked not being able to lust at you in all your muscled glory with everyone watching."

"I did it anyway," Bellamy laughed, pulling away to go into the store. He pulled his phone out and stopped short.

"What?"

"You got us a hotel room in Petersburg?"

"Yeah, we're—I left my phone at the house and they called to confirm, didn't they?"

"Yep, and all our friends now know because you got a room with a king size bed and not two doubles."

"Fuck, whatever, they were going to find out in two days anyway," she shrugged and pulled him along into the beer store. "It won't change the fact that I'm in love with you just because everyone now knows."

"You definitely need to bring it up in every sentence, its music to my ears."

"Shut up! You're so annoying!" she groaned but Bellamy knew she was smiling like the beautiful fool she is.

As they knew their friends spent the whole evening mocking them, calling them idiots because they've known it was going to happen for years (they've only known each other for two). Clarke and Bellamy ignored it, Clarke maintaining the fact that they wouldn't know if she hadn't left her phone to charge because her charger broke and Raven wouldn't let her borrow hers. It's all Raven's fault.

They left the next morning in the rental—a Camaro convertible, everyone was jealous and Clarke is amazing—and halfway to Petersburg, Clarke's hand slipped from Bellamy's to his thigh and he didn't say anything, just let her do whatever it was she thought she could while he was driving down the highway going eighty miles per hour.

Her hand crept farther and farther up his thigh and when she got to his crotch she palmed his length in her hand through his jeans and Bellamy's breath hitched. "Clarke—" he warned.

"You're an old man driver and I never break my promise."

"We're going to die," he breathed, shaking his head.

"That's what cruise control is for."

Bellamy groaned as Clarke unbuttoned his jeans.

"Cruise control, all you'll have to think about is steering."

"You're a menace," he smirked, her fingers pulling down the zipper of his jeans.

"You love it."

"Occasionally."

Clarke pulled his jeans down as much as she could and pulled his erection free from his boxers. She wrapped her hand around its girth and she smiled, her fingers barely reached around its circumference.

"Just breathe and focus on the road."

"Clarke…"

"I know, babe. I believe in you," she kissed his cheek before bending down and licked the tip of his cock.

He was so large that Clarke knew she wouldn't be able to fit him all the way in her mouth, so she needed the help of her hand and a lot of spit. She spit down his shaft, letting it wrap around her fingers and began stroking him as her tongue circled the pink mushroomed tip.

She listened to Bellamy's breathing, she heard it over the wind and passing cars, over the radio. She listened to his startled breath. His pinched inhales, his deep groans. She hollowed her cheeks around him as much she could as she sucked, drawing a dark primal growl out of him.

"Clarke, I—" he growled again. "I'm gonna…

She sucked wilder, sloppier and her throat filled with his musky seed and it was one of the best things Clarke has ever tasted.

"Fuck, babe, I love you," he sighed, turning the car off the interstate while she hid his softening cock away again.

"You're just saying that because I blew you."

"Never just," he smirked, looking over to her. "Hungry?"

Clarke licked her lips. "Yeah, but not for food," her voice dark and heady, seeing the want in Bellamy's eyes come back with full force.

"We have two more hours until the hotel. You can wait."

"You don't want me?"

"I always want you, but right now we can't."

"Says who? There's a bathroom in there," she nodded to the diner Bellamy was pulling the car into.

"You're insatiable, and you have a problem."

"Would you rather me not ache for you to fill me? Make me feel complete, whole again."

Bellamy smirked, parking the car, "Is that so?"

"What? Did you not feel complete?"

"Yeah, I did, but I thought it's because I love you."

Clarke smiled, "You definitely need to say that more."

"Don't you worry your pretty little mind. You're going to hear it a hell of a lot, Princess."