A/N: We've reached the point in the story where the line starts to blur between Bellarke and Bravenlarke. I have a very clear vision for this story and I really do hope you'll enjoy the journey. If you have a moment to leave a comment or review or send me a message on Tumblr (shesamarshmallow) with your thoughts on the story it would be much appreciated. Your feedback is so important and helpful to any writer, so thank you if you take the time to leave it and also thank you for reading.

Bellamy smiles over at her from the bed as she puts on what has to be the seventh top of the evening. Clarke is nervous and she wonders if he can tell. She has no real reason to be nervous, they're just having dinner with an old high school flame of Bellamy's. He told her already that Raven is pretty laid back; she won't care what either of them wears tonight. They have reservations at a nice restaurant but Bellamy still wouldn't be surprised if Raven showed up in jeans. Still though, she wants to look good. She tells herself it's for Bellamy but there are parts of her that really don't believe that. There was something about the way Raven smiled at them when they met that she can't quite get out of her mind. She decides the top she is wearing now is the winner, it's blue and it matches Bellamy's dress shirt.

Clarke makes her way over to the bed and Bellamy sits up. She smoothes out the wrinkles in his shirt, she told him not to lie down after he got dressed. His hair is still wet from the shower and he's wearing her favourite cologne. She pulls him in closer by the collar of his shirt and kisses him. She wonders if he's always worn this scent and if Raven likes it too. These days she wonders far too much about Bellamy and Raven in high school. He asked him if he loved her and he said almost, she couldn't help but wonder what Raven's answer would be. She wonders if she's still with that guy Finn, the one who she wanted more than Bellamy back then.

Bellamy can tell she's lost in thought. He brushes the stray hairs out of her face and leans in. He places a kiss on her temple before whispering in her ear.

"I love you."

It's so quiet she can barely hear him. His head is resting on her shoulder now and she wraps her arms around him. They only have a few minutes before they should leave if they want to make their reservation but she doesn't want to move. The sit for a minute or two before Bellamy finally moves to get up. He reaches out his hand and helps her up. He stops her one more time in the porch before they go out to their car.

"You're sure about this?"

Clarke nods and smiles at him, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek.

"I'm sure."

The drive to the restaurant is short and mostly silent. Bellamy turns up the radio when one of his favorite songs comes on. Clarke's recognizes it from all the times he's played it; it is one of Bellamy's "repeat" songs. She has spent many an afternoon listening to it non-stop, she doesn't mind though. It's pretty good and he says it reminds him of her. He will play it at their wedding one day she thinks. She reached that point recently; the point in a relationship where you know this person is your future. He hasn't proposed yet and they've never really talked about marriage but she knows one day it will be Bellamy that she walks down the aisle towards.

He gets out of the passenger side and comes around to open her door. He takes her hand in his as they walk toward the restaurant. He glances over at her one last time just before they enter and Clarke can tell that he's wondering if she's sure, even if she's already said yes a hundred times. He's nervous now; she can feel it in his energy.

The hostess smiles at them as they enter, welcoming them to the restaurant. It's a lovely place really; the first thing she notices is the fish tank in the wall behind the hostess. Bellamy is usually more of a burger and fries type of guy, which she doesn't really mind. She likes burgers and fries and she really likes the company. This is different for them, but it's nice.

"Reservation for three, under Blake," he tells the hostess.

"Your…" the hostess pauses when she doesn't know what to call her, "dining companion is already here," she finishes.

Clarke thinks it must look strange for two people that are obviously a couple to be dining out with a third person at a nice restaurant. Everyone else in the vicinity is clearly on a date.

She takes them to their table and Clarke's jaw drops. Raven is decidedly not wearing jeans but instead a little black dress that Clarke can't help but notice shows off just the right amount of cleavage. She looks over at Bellamy who is just as taken as she is by the gorgeous woman in front of them. Raven smiles as she stands up to greet them. Clarke watches as Raven wraps Bellamy in a hug. It's so comfortable it's like no time has passed, they are seventeen again right before Clarke's eyes. When Raven releases her grip on her boyfriend she makes her way over to Clarke. Clarke is slightly taken aback when Raven hugs her but she eases into the hug. It feels comfortable, like this shouldn't be the first time they've ever hugged.

"I'm glad you came," Raven says and she's looking Clarke in the eyes as does.

She supposes it's not every day that your sort of ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend agrees to have dinner with you. It's a weird situation, which is not lost on the three of them, but neither of them seems to care too much. Bellamy is smiling in a way that Clarke loves. She's seen him smile like that before, usually at her when she does something for him. He is grateful to be here with them tonight and that makes her smile.

When they sit down they notice that Raven has already ordered a bottle of wine. It's red and it looks to be really fancy. She wonders if Bellamy and Raven drank wine in high school but she doubts it. Bellamy will drink wine under certain circumstances but his drink of choice is always a nice cold beer, or vodka shots if he's in the mood to party. She has a feeling high school Bellamy would have been the type to get away with buying beer when he was underage and he would have bought the cheapest kind available. She scans the menu, everything sounds so fancy and she kind of likes that.

After they order an awkward silence falls over them. Neither of them is really sure how to start a conversation. Bellamy and Clarke have a whole life together that Raven doesn't know about and Raven and Bellamy have a whole history that Clarke is dying to know about. She's just not sure how to ask for what she wants to know. She decides just to go for it.

"So Raven, got any good stories about Bellamy in high school?"

Raven chuckles, Clarke can tell the answer is yes.

"There was this one time Bellamy decided it would be a good idea to prank our 10th grade Science teacher. Unfortunately for everyone science wasn't his strong suit. He mixed the wrong kind of chemicals and the entire top floor of the school had to be evacuated. We spent last period that day getting a lecture in the cafeteria about the dangers of mixing chemicals without proper supervision. Luckily for Bell, I was the only person who knew it was him."

"She never told," Bellamy says, smiling over at Raven, "lucky indeed because I'm quite sure I would have been suspended, if not expelled for it."

Clarke laughs, Bellamy is so responsible now and he's a teacher himself. Still, she can imagine him being a rebellious teenager. She knows his mother died when he was young and he went through a rough patch. She wonders if Raven helped him through that at all. She hopes someone like her was there for him, she can tell in the way she talks about him that she cares, even if she's the kind of girl who pretends she doesn't.

She tells a few more stories about Bellamy and he chimes in with his own stories about Raven. He's not the only one who had a rebellious streak. She seems to have been his partner in crime, at least for a little while. The stories stop half way through their senior year. She doesn't mention Finn but Clarke knows he's the reason why. She stayed with him and Clarke doesn't know who this Finn guy is but she thinks Raven made the wrong choice. How could anyone not pick Bellamy Blake? She'd pick him every time.

Clarke is quiet, mostly listening to them banter back and forth. She doesn't mind, this is really why she came. She was curious, about Bellamy, about Raven, about the two of them. She kind of loves how effortlessly they fall back into the camaraderie they had in high school. She loves that they seem to remember every little detail about each other. Raven remembers to ask about Octavia, and Bellamy tells her about his sister's impending marriage and his niece or nephew on the way. This news seems to excite Raven; she must have liked Octavia when she was hanging around with Bellamy. This doesn't surprise her; Octavia has probably always been awesome.

She has long since finished her meal when the conversation turns to the present. She almost doesn't hear Raven asked her a question; she's been so wrapped up in their conversation.

"I'm a nurse," she answers, it is a delayed response to Raven asking her about her job.

"That's awesome. No surprise that Bell here has found himself a superhero. He always wanted to save the world."

Clarke doesn't have to wonder what she means by that. Bellamy is a teacher not only so he can teach kids but so he can save the ones that need saving. He needed that when he was younger, and he knows there are plenty of kids who need it now. Kids like him who lost their parents, kids who are having trouble with schoolwork, trouble with bullies, struggling with mental illness. There are kids who need Bellamy and Clarke is glad they have him.

They talk for what seems like hours, and when Clarke looks down at her phone she realizes it has been hours. Clarke told Raven more about her job and Raven told them about the shop she's opening up. They talked about everything from movies, hobbies and favourite foods to how annoying it is when Bellamy leaves the toilet seat up. He stayed quiet for a while when their conversation was flowing smoothly. He liked seeing them hit it off. Clarke couldn't help but notice how much the evening felt like a first date. They were getting to know each other in ways Clarke wasn't sure anyone would want to get to know their boyfriend's ex-whatever.

They only left the restaurant when it seemed like the place was closing down for the night and the busboy wanted to clean their table. Bellamy insisted on paying and Clarke noticed he left a generous tip for the waiter who had the good sense not to ask about their situation. Three friends can definitely have dinner at a fancy restaurant together and it doesn't have to be a date. Clarke knows as soon as she thinks it that she'd be lying if she said she doesn't kind of wish it was a date, as strange as that might be. She loves Bellamy more than she ever has or will ever love another human being, but she likes Raven too and she knows he likes her. If her hunch is not wrong she knows Raven likes him too, and maybe, just maybe she likes her. It might be kind of complicated and confusing, but she can't help how she feels.

They make their way out to the parking lot and when they arrive at their car Bellamy realizes Clarke unintentionally parked right next to Raven. He should have recognized the red car; she's had it since high school. She's obviously a skilled mechanic to have kept it running this long. He leans up against their vehicle, he's not keen on the night ending; it feels like they've talked so much but there's still so much left to talk about.

Raven takes his cue and stands just outside her driver's side door. She waits for either of them to say anything.

"We should hang out again sometime," Clarke starts, "soon."

"Definitely, maybe you could come over to our place for dinner one night Raven," Bellamy adds.

A cheeky grin plays across Raven's features, "are the two of you propositioning me for a threesome? If you are I'm down for that. If you're not then this is about to get really awkward."

Clarke can't tell if she's joking or not. The way Bellamy chokes tells her she may not be.

"I umm," Clarke stumbles over her words; she really doesn't know what to say. She's not uncomfortable exactly, just slightly taken aback.

Raven saves her by clarifying, "I was kidding, sort of."

Other than his immediate visceral reaction Bellamy hasn't said anything yet. Clarke can tell he's thinking very carefully about what he's about to say.

"I wanted you Raven. I was there for you and you walked away. You left me back then and I didn't ask you to come back into my life and mess things up between my girlfriend and I."

Clarke can hear the pain in his voice as he speaks. Raven's off the cuff remark has opened up some old wounds and maybe some new ones for him. She begins to rub soothing circles on his back. The tension in his body eases as she touches him. She's not angry, she can tell. Emotions are just running high and he said what he's clearly been dying to say to Raven all night. He wanted her back then and he's conflicted about how he's about her feeling now. Clarke wishes she could tell him that it's okay, and that she gets it. She's conflicted too. She stays quiet though, for now this conversation is between the two of them.

"Hey, I'm not here to mess things up between the two of you. I like you, both of you and quite frankly it seems like both of you like me too. Feel free to tell me I'm crazy but I think there's something here."

Clarke bites her bottom lip. Had she really been that obvious? She supposes that even agreeing to this, whatever it is, in the first place was enough of a tell. She could have just let Bellamy go out with her by himself to catch up; the two of them could have hashed things out. He would have gotten everything he needed to off his chest and things could have gone back to normal. She's kidding herself if she thinks that ever would have happened though. Raven's right, there's something here.

She interrupts Bellamy when she can tell he's about to say something. She thinks he might change his mind if she says what's on hers first.

"You're not crazy," Clarke says and she can't believe she's saying it.

She has kept all of her thoughts about Raven to herself since they met her at the drug store. She confides in Bellamy about everything, but this she wasn't sure about until now. He told her he wanted to kiss Raven again and Clarke never said that maybe she wants to kiss Raven too.

Raven smiles at her and Clarke can feel the butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she's the crazy one but she likes this feeling.

"I like you, like way more than I should probably like my boyfriend's ex-something. If Bellamy is into it, I'd kind of like to go on another date. The three of us."

Bellamy knows now what she meant when Clarke told him she thinks that maybe we can love more than one person. She's been thinking about Raven too and she probably felt just as guilty as he did so she never told him.

"I would like that," he agreed, "it's not conventional but you've never been conventional, have you Raven?"

She shakes her head, smiling at both of them.

"How does tomorrow night sound?"

"We are free," Clarke, confirms, "I'll text you our address. Come over around 5:30?"

"Sounds good."

They are all about to get in their cars when Raven walks over to them. Clarke watches as Raven presses a kiss to her boyfriend's lips. It's quick but not too quick. She can see that he's smiling as Raven pulls away and she feels something in her stomach, but it's not jealously. She's more turned on than anything else. When Raven turns toward her Clarke thinks she's headed back to her car but instead she puts her hands on Clarke's face and kisses her, Bellamy watching from the sidelines this time. The kiss takes her breath away and leaves her literally speechless. Raven's lips part with hers and she watches as the other woman walks back to her car. Raven gets in the driver's seat and waves to them as she pulls out of her spot.

"Goodnight," she yells out the widow, "see you tomorrow."

They're both still reeling from her kisses and they get into their own car silently. They definitely need to talk about what just happened, but for now they're still taking it in.

Clarke watches as Bellamy unbuttons his dress shirt and pants. She's already in bed having slipped off her top and skirt. She smiles at him as he climbs into bed to join her. He looks so happy; she feels the same way.

"Nothing that happened tonight changes how I feel about you," Clarke offers.

She could tell he didn't know how to start the conversation.

He wraps his arms around her from behind so she is his little spoon. She can feel the warmth radiating from his body as his chest presses against the skin on her back.

"I know," Bellamy replies. "I love you as much as I ever have, maybe even more so. I think this is a good thing. Strange, but good."

He can feel Clarke nod.

"We are just opening ourselves up to another opportunity to love. No harm in that right?"

Clarke needs to know he feels the same way, like they're making their relationship better, not worse.

"Yeah, plus, she's hot right?"

Clarke laughs; Raven's hotness had been just about all she could think about for the week leading up to their date.

"Yes, very hot indeed. You have good taste in women Bellamy Blake."

He just moans in agreement. He moves her hair out of the way and kisses the back of her neck. Clarke lays awake for a while, just listening to him breathes as he falls asleep. Her thoughts drift to Raven and to sharing him with her. She thinks about his arms wrapped around someone else, around Raven. She wonders what it means that she's more excited by the prospect than jealous. She thinks about wrapping her own arms around Raven. She already has it bad; she knows it. She thinks about tomorrow night as she drifts off to sleep.