A/N: I AM SO SO SO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG! I had a lot going on the past month, but now I am home from school so y'all get my attention for the next 3 months (no pun intended). I really am sorry, guys, I know how much it sucks and a fic won't update. Hope this chapter makes up for the long wait!

"You're what?"

Bellamy's voice was stony but a fire raged in his words. Octavia visibly clenched her jaw.

"We are getting married, Bell. Not now," she looked over at Lincoln, "we talked about it and when I'm done with school and we have a bit more saved up-"

"And you didn't think about talking to me about this first?"

"No, seeing as I am 21 and-"

"Exactly, O! You are fucking 21! That's younger than Mom-"

"Don't bring her into this, Bellamy!"

Bellamy jerked out of his seat, slamming his fists on the table. Lincoln opened his mouth but Octavia beat him to it.

"I love you, Bellamy but you need to let me grow up. I'm not a little kid anymore, I can make my own decisions and be independent."

"Octavia-"

"I'm not her, okay? You have spent my whole life trying to shelter me from everything but I am my own person now!"

Bellamy clenched his jaw and stared fixedly at the wall. Anger radiated off his body. Across the table Harper cleared her throat. "Well, its getting pretty late so-"

"No, you all don't have to leave just because he is being an ass," Octavia said without taking her eyes off Bellamy. He brought his furious gaze back to her.

"Its fine Harper, if you need to leave go ahead. The rest of you too." His voice almost seemed too calm, Clarke thought. Harper and Sterling practically leapt from the table. Murphy remained in his seat, an amused smirk on his face.

"I fucking knew you would do this, Bellamy! I wanted to tell you the minute Lincoln asked but I fucking knew you would do this! Why can't you just be happy for me?"

"You're too young, Octavia! You have so much left to do before you settle down, so much you could accomplish! It's too soon!"

"Too soon to leave you, is what you mean."

"No, too soon to make a decision this big! O, I have sacrificed everything so that you could have the best I could give you. Mom sacrificed so much to make sure you go far in life!"

"No! Mom did not do what she did for me, don't you dare put that on me, Bell!"

"She did, Octavia! She did it so you could have a better-"

"For God's sake! Getting married doesn't mean I'm going to quit my job and school! Just live your own life and get out of mine!"

"My life ended the night you were born, Octavia!"

The room fell dead silent. Clarke watched Bellamy's hard, angry eyes widen in shock. Tears spilled down Octavia's red cheeks and Harper dragged Murphy out of his chair and towards the front door.

"O… Oh God, O… I didn't… That's not what-"

"Fuck you, Bellamy. Come on, Lincoln." She refused to look at her brother as she slammed into his shoulder in passing. Lincoln's face with flushed unspoken anger. A moment later the front door slammed leaving Clarke and Bellamy alone in the silent house. Bellamy fell back down to his seat and dropped his head in his hands.

"Fuck."

Clarke swallowed hard, unsure what to do. Her loyalties were torn between the siblings. On one hand she agreed with Bellamy. Octavia was too young to make such a huge life choice, especially after dating Lincoln for less than a year. At the same time, however, she agreed that Octavia was her own person and Bellamy needed to respect that. Instead of addressing the elephant in the room, Clarke began to collect the dirty pie plates.

A while later, as Clarke stood at the kitchen sink doing dishes, she sensed Bellamy coming up behind her.

"I can do that, Clarke. You go relax."

She just shook her head and kept scrubbing at the pan in the sink.

"Clarke-"

"Grab a towel and start drying these for me."

With a sigh Bellamy did as she asked. They fell into a silent, easy rhythm; Clarke cleaning dishes and handing them off to Bellamy to dry.

"I didn't get to be a kid. I became a parent when I was eight years old."

His deep voice startled Clarke, causing the fork she was scrubbing to slip back into the sink. Instead of grabbing it again, she rested her hands on the edge of the counter, bracing her weight against the wood and plastic. Clenching her jaw as she stomach tightened, Clarke searched her mind for what she should say. She had never been great at this sort of thing. Bellamy, however, saved her the trouble. He continued talking despite her lack of reply.

"I was only seven when my mom got pregnant. My dad left when I was two, Mom said he never was the sticking type. The bastard cheated on her, beat her, and eventually left her when he got bored. So it was just me and Mom for a while. She was a great mother in a lot of ways. She loved me, made sure I learned to read and write well, did all she could for me, but there were things about her I'm not proud of. Even then I understood to an extent what she was doing when she left me with the neighbors at night. I was too young to fully get it, but I knew it was something she didn't like, something she wasn't proud of, something that made the other parents in my building whisper.

"Then one day she was pregnant and I could tell she was upset but she tried to stay happy for me. It was just the two of us. I had to help her when she couldn't hold down food, I went with her to the shitty little doctor's office, I got to pick out O's name. It was then that we moved to this house. I remember being excited about it all. About having a baby sister and living in a real house instead of a tiny apartment. Years later I figured out that she could only afford this house because Octavia's dad wanted to keep their little secret a secret."

Clarke swallowed hard at the bitterness of his tone but still didn't turn back towards Bellamy. She had had her suspicions for a while about Aurora Blake, enough hints had been dropped for her to connect the dots, but it was different hearing it from Bellamy. It was different when she could hear the anger, shame, and sadness rolling off his every word.

"Long story short, it was clear that her dad wasn't going to be in the picture after getting Mom the house. I still distinctly remember the night she was born. I remember sitting on my mom's hospital bed down at Sacred Ground looking at that tiny little thing. I remember my mom telling me that she was my sister and therefore my responsibility; that I was going to have to take care of her and make sure nothing bad happened to Octavia. I didn't mean what I said, Clarke. My life didn't end when Octavia was born. I love her so much. But in a lot of ways… I just… It wasn't ever the same…"

The brokenness of his voice, the way it reminded her of that night on the beach, was the breaking point. Finally Clarke turned, striding towards Bellamy, and pulled him into her arms. As he buried his face against her neck she felt the wetness on his cheeks. He clung to her tightly. For a while they stayed like that, embracing in the quiet, dim kitchen.

"I know it's hard Bellamy. And I know I have no idea what it was like for you two growing up, but you have to let her be her own person."

Bellamy pulled away, brushing his tears away angrily, as if they offended him. "My mom got married to my dad at 22, Clarke. They were too young; they didn't understand what they were committing to. Then my mom got pregnant and I was born and it was too late to do anything about it. My mom wanted to go back to school, she wanted to get a job and work her way out of the slums. She never got to do that because my pig of a father left her to raise a kid on no money without any family to help. If she hadn't have settled so early she could have had so much more, Clarke. She wouldn't have had to sell herself in order to keep her kids fed. I can't let that happen to O."

Clarke shook her head. "Bellamy that is not going to happen to her. You and I can both see how happy she is with Lincoln-"

"I'm sure my mom and dad looked the same wa-"

"Octavia deserves a lot more credit than you are giving her, Bellamy. I'm sure you are not the only one who has learned from the mistakes of your parents. Octavia has a good head on her shoulders and I'm sure she will take care of herself; I'm sure Lincoln will treat her well too. Besides, she isn't alone. She has you, Bellamy. She has all of us so if something ever does happen, which it won't, there is a support system already in place. She will be okay. This is what she wants, it's what will make her happy and I know you. I know that what you want more than anything is for that girl to be happy."

"But-"

"No buts about it. This is what she wants, what she needs to do, so you are going to let her do it. You are going to support her." Bellamy sighed in defeat and turned away from Clarke, fixing his dark eyes on the pictures of a much younger Octavia on the fridge. "Look, Bellamy, I get it, okay? You aren't just her brother; in a lot of ways you are her surrogate dad. Its never easy to watch someone that important to you start a new chapter of their life, especially if its one that doesn't involve you as much. Its scary, but that doesn't mean its bad. My mom hated it when I left, but I am the happiest I have been in a long time here. Just because it hurts doesn't mean it's bad."

Bellamy nodded, "Thanks, princess." Moving towards him, Clarke grabbed his hand and began to drag him into the TV room. "Clarke, we haven't finished the dishes-"

"We have all night."

He let her shove him down onto the couch and even more miraculously didn't complain when she picked Mamma Mia on Netflix. Despite the peppy movie, Clarke noticed how distracted Bellamy seemed, how he was nervously picking at his nails and staring at the coffee table in thought instead of watching the screen. Wordlessly, she pulled on his shoulder until his head was in her lap and he was stretched out across the couch. She rested one hand on his stomach while the other ran through his tangled, inky curls.

"I fucked it up with her. What I said… I don't think I can fix this, Clarke."

"It will be okay, talk to her tomorrow. It's Octavia, she loves you."

He sighed with defeat and closed his eyes, running a hand over his face. Clarke could sense his anxiety. She reached over and paused the movie.

"Tell me about her growing up."

"What?" He didn't remove the hand that covered his eyes.

"You heard me," Clarke replied, lifting her legs to rest her feet on the coffee table. One dark eye peaked up at her. She just raised her eyebrows in question before rolling her eyes as he sighed yet again. For a three-tour veteran turned cop he was quite the drama queen. After a moment he seemed to settle on a story.

"I always tried to protect her when we were kids. I wasn't exactly a great guy freshman year of high school. I got into a lot of shit with Murphy and skipped class and stuff, it wasn't until halfway through sophomore year that I got serious about trying to make a real future for myself. Anyways, I was 15 and O was 8 and one day she came home from school complaining about some dick in her class that made fun of her hair. She had demanded Mom cut it real short the night before and loved the look, but this jerk in her class had mocked her tirelessly for it. Naturally this pissed me off. I wasn't gonna beat the kid up or anything, I mean I knew it wasn't cool to beat up an 8 year old, but I convinced Murphy and some other guys to just shake him up after school. You know, to keep him away from O. Looking back I know it was a real asshole, immature thing to do but I was 15 and so angry at everything and my sister was the only thing that seemed right in my life.

"So the next day we are waiting a block away from the elementary school for this kid to show up but he never does. After an hour we give up and call it a day. That night at dinner, it was a rare night because my mom happened to be home from her job at the hairdressers early, there was a call. My mom picked up the phone and I remember O's face went completely white and she just stared at her potatoes. Turns out the kid had made fun of her all day long again. While she was in school she did her best to ignore him and mind her own business. But after school, while we were waiting to rough him up, O had taken it upon herself to punch this guy right in the face on the playground and then just walk away like nothing happened. The principle was calling to tell Mom about it and inform her that O was suspended for two days.

"Mom was torn between being livid and laughing. I was just proud of her. I know it isn't necessary something to be proud of I guess, I mean she got in a lot of trouble. But she had stood up for herself and didn't take any shit from people. I realized that I didn't need to always protect her, this tiny little 8 year old who was obsessed with Polly Pockets and flowers could handle herself."

By the end of the story both Clarke and Bellamy were smiling, Clarke's fingers still tangling in his hair. They went to bed hours later, the dishes still dirty, but both much happier and Clarke will a lot more blackmail on the younger Blake.

Sure enough, Bellamy and Octavia made up the next day. Despite her vested interest in what was being said, Clarke stayed out of the siblings' way while they talked in the kitchen. Before long Bellamy had to leave for work and Octavia made her way into Clarke's room, collapsing on the bed while Clarke watched amusedly from her desk chair. "All better?"

Octavia groaned into the pillow she had chosen to plant her face in before flipping onto her side. "I love him but he can be such an ass sometimes. But yes, we talked and it's all fine."

Clarke was tempted to point out that Octavia hadn't exactly chosen the best way to inform her brother of her impending marriage and move, but held her tongue. With the Blakes you had to pick and chose your battles. Instead she settled on asking Octavia if she knew when she planned to move out.

"I'm not sure, the only thing that is settled on is after Christmas. I want one more holiday in this house." The brunette gazed around the room fondly before continuing. "I'm thinking it will probably be in early January or real late in December."

"And the wedding? Do you know when that's going to be yet?"

Octavia's face lit up in a wide smile. "Well in a couple years, probably. Bellamy wants me to finish school and Lincoln is saying the same thing. But once my classes are over, we are thinking a September wedding. I have always loved fall weddings." The women spent the remaining hours before Clarke's shift began discussing wedding details and Octavia's dream dress.

In mid December Raven stopped by the house to help Clarke and Octavia begin the process of packing up Octavia's belongings. As they shuffled around Octavia's room folding up clothes and taking frames off the pale yellow walls Raven brought up a topic Clarke, surprisingly, hadn't thought much about.

"So are you moving out or staying now that Octavia is leaving?" Raven asked.

Clarke paused and scrunched her brow together in thought. "You know, I really haven't thought about that too much. I guess I'll stay. I mean Bellamy and I get along well enough now, the rent is good and I'm close to work. I don't really see a reason to leave."

With her back turned to the other women, Clarke missed the meaningful glance exchanged between them and the small smiles that played on their lips.

"Oh, really?" Octavia began in a nonchalant tone. "You don't think that dates will think its weird you are living with a guy?"

"No, I mean I would just explain the situation. We're just friends."

"Who live together," Raven added.

"Yeah, but its not a big deal," Clarke tuned back towards her friends. "What? You think people will think its something else?"

"Clarke, I'm pretty sure half of our friends already think you two are hooking up." Octavia and Raven burst with laughter at the shocked expression on Clarke's face.

"This isn't funny! We haven't done anything, I swear-"

"Clarke, its okay-"

"No, I don't want people to have the wrong idea!"

"Right and that's why you two were all over each other on Thanksgiving."

"They were? Oh man, I wish I had been here," Raven smirked. Clarke could feel her cheeks burning. She set her jaw and rolled her eyes angrily, pointedly turning back to packing. Did people really think they were hooking up? Yes she liked Bellamy, yes she found him attractive, but she was not involved with him. She had told anyone and everyone she was taking a break from dating. Plus it would be weird to date him; she had to live with him. It would be like sleeping with her landlord. Eventually Raven and Octavia moved onto another topic.

"So Raven, have you found your plus one for our New Year's party?" Octavia asked. At once the conversation melted into Raven complaining about a new guy at work who, she claimed, was the bane of her existence and the worst person she had ever met. Even though he was hot, he sucked. Clarke and Octavia just nodded along, biting their tongues to hold in the obvious question of why Raven decided to complain about this man after being asked about her plus one, to keep from invoking the wrath of Raven.

Back home in DC, Christmas had always been a very formal affair for the Griffins. A man from some agency delivered a huge, pristine tree on December 20th and the housekeeper would decorate it that evening while professionals decorated the house with holly, lights, and other tasteful things. The days leading up to the 24th would be spent at various parties and events. On Christmas Eve, depending on the year, the Griffins would either host or attend a lavish party that always included the Jahas, General Marcus Kane, and various senators, representatives, and social elite. Even Christmas morning was a formal affair with an ostentatious Church service, chef cooked breakfast, professionally wrapped presents, and more parties in the evening.

Christmas at the Blakes could not have been more different. Octavia, Bellamy, and Clarke all piled into Bellamy's truck one Saturday they all had off and drove out to a Christmas tree farm. After an hour and a half of the siblings bickering over just which tree was the perfect one, they cut it down and hauled it home. The next night, after Octavia put on the cheesiest Christmas music she could find, the trio decorated the tree with homemade ornaments from the siblings' youth.

Octavia seemed to spend all of her free time leading up to Christmas baking and insisted on Clarke's help, which seemed to amuse Bellamy to no end. After lots of begging and the concession of a full plate of cookies, Octavia managed to convince her brother to finally begin putting lights up outside while Clarke decorated the inside of the house with her. They went downtown to shop and show Clarke the huge tree in Daley Plaza and the Christmas Market. When it snowed, Octavia managed to drag everyone outside to build snowmen. Between the corny movies, sugary cookies, and cheap, plastic reindeer out front it was the cheesiest, tackiest, December Clarke had ever experienced but she loved every second of it. She even loved midnight mass on Christmas Eve at the little catholic church Bellamy and Octavia attended as kids. Octavia complained the whole way there and yawned the whole way back while Bellamy sheepishly explained their Mom had always made them attend and it was their way of making up for not going regularly during the rest of the year.

Being an only child, Clarke had never been woken up in the early hours of the morning by a younger sibling on Christmas. Her alarm had always gone off at 9am sharp so she could shower and get dressed for the day. Octavia, however, was more than glad to give Clarke a taste of this tradition, which Clarke decidedly did not like nearly as much as the others the Blakes had. As she sat wearily in front of the tree in the living room, still wearing the Rudolph pajamas she bought downtown, Bellamy handed her a cup of coffee and sat next to her, leaning against the sofa.

"I don't know how you have gotten up this early for 21 years. I would have murdered her by now."

Bellamy chuckled. "Just be glad you are getting 21 year old Octavia. 6-year-old Octavia would get me and Mom up at 5:30 in the morning. Its already 7:00 which is late by her standards."

As if on cue Octavia strode into the living room, already perky and wide awake, with a cookie in her hand. "All right, bitches, you ready for Christmas?"

"Touching," Clarke muttered, holding onto her coffee mug like a lifeline. She couldn't help but smile as Bellamy snorted at her comment. The morning went by in a flash as Octavia handed out presents and the trio tore into their gifts for each other. Although there wasn't a lot under the tree, it was the best Christmas Clarke had had in a while.

Octavia got her a new set of scrubs with little easels and paintbrushes on them. From Bellamy, Clarke received a book on her favorite Renaissance artists and miniature model of the carousel she loved on the National Mall. In return, she gave both the sibling paintings. Octavia's was of flowers from the garden and Bellamy's was a painted version of a picture he took of his favorite overlook on the drive back from DC. When Octavia opened her present from Bellamy, which turned out to be their Mom's wedding hairpiece made of pearls and tiny, porcelain flowers, the bride to be broke down crying.

Dinner was another Blake tradition, Chinese take out and a viewing of Christmas Vacation followed by a game of charades. Clarke found herself still smiling as she crawled into bed that night and pulled out her phone to call Wells and her mom.

Four days later Octavia moved out. Between the Blakes, Lincoln, Raven and Clarke, they managed to move all her belongings in a few short hours. After hugging Octavia tightly and wishing her the best of luck, Clarke joined the others by the door to give Octavia and her brother some privacy.

The siblings clung to each other wordlessly and Clarke couldn't help but be reminded of the reunion she had witnessed back in May. After the pair exchanged quiet words and another embrace, Bellamy joined the group at the door. He did his best to put on a smile, but Clarke could see how upset he was beneath the surface.

They got home late after dropping Raven off at her apartment and immediately trudged up the stairs to their respective bedrooms. A thought donned on Clarke as she reached the top step. Turning, she asked Bellamy if he wanted his old room back. "I can take Octavia's if you want, I don't mind moving. It's just across the hall."

"Nah, its fine, princess. I've gotten use to Mom's room, plus I want Octavia to feel like she can always come back."

Clarke nodded and began to walk towards her room. A strong, warm hand on her wrist stopped her. Bellamy let go of her almost as quickly as he had grabbed her, his hand moving to the back of his head to anxiously scratch at his hair. His eyes darted to the ground and then back up to her.

"Hey, I just… tonight has been pretty tough and I don't… I mean I don't want to make you feel… It's just…never mind."

Clarke smiled, nodding her head towards his door. "I don't mind sleeping with you." Her face went red as soon as the words were out of her mouth. "I mean, in your bed. Well, sleeping at the same time as you in the same… you get it." Bellamy tried and failed to hide a smirk. "Oh, fuck you." His smirk grew. "I mean, damn it just forget it. I need to get ready but I'll meet you in there." He just chuckled at her blazing cheeks.

Minutes later they were in his Mom's room, both lying on their backs determinedly not touching. They listened to each other's breaths for a while before Bellamy finally spoke. "That was always the worst part about going overseas. Saying goodbye to O. I never knew if I would see her again. I know I will now, but it doesn't make me feel any better."

Clark turned onto her side and watched him carefully. "She isn't far away, just a ten minute drive. It will get easier as time goes on."

With a heavy sigh Bellamy flipped over to face her. He didn't say anything, but his heavy eyes studied her in the darkness. Clarke felt his warm hand rest on her hip.

"Thanks, Princess. For everything."

Clarke smiled at the man across from her and tried not to feel too disappointed when his hand dropped from her hip and Bellamy turned onto his back again. Minutes later she drifted off to sleep listening to the steady sound of his breathing.

Despite no longer living in the house, Octavia still was of the opinion that it was the ideal location to host parties, which was how Clarke and Bellamy ended up hosting a New Years party which really turned out to be more of a send off party for Octavia.

The younger Blake seemed to be on a mission to get as many people drunk as possible, refilling any empty glass she saw and dubbing Raven the "shot master" of the night. By the time midnight rolled around, nearly everyone was feeling the effects of her efforts. Harper gathered everyone in the TV room to watch the ball drop. As they crowded around the small TV, everyone began pairing off as the minutes ticked down to 2016. Octavia and Lincoln were nestled on one corner of the couch, Monty and Miller leaned against the wall, Jasper was inching closer to Maya, and Raven was leaning against her coworker Wick, whom she had declared was the "bane of her existence" only a few weeks earlier.

Clarke was tipsy and starting to seriously regret her whole no-dating-work-on-myself thing, especially when she saw Sterling eying her from across the room. Just as the countdown began, however, she felt someone come to stand beside her.

"You ready for a new year, princess?"

She looked up at Bellamy and shrugged. "In a lot of ways yes, but 2015 was a good year for me."

"Was it?"

"Yes, it was," Clarke smiled up at him. Just as it occurred to her that maybe she had been smiling at him for a little too long the room erupted in a mix of cheers and exaggerated kisses indicating the beginning of 2016. As she looked at the festive scene around her, Clarke felt Bellamy's warm lips on her cheek.

"Happy New Year, Clarke."

She stared up at him in surprise, her mouth slightly open, hand on her blushing cheek where his lips had been a moment before. If Bellamy was at all embarrassed it didn't show. Before she could formulate a response Octavia dragged him into a hug. Clarke took the opportunity to another of Raven's shots.

A few hours, and quite a few drinks, later Clarke found herself in the kitchen trying to reach the extra crackers high up in the cabinets above the counter. A large hand easily reached above her, grabbing the box. She turned to find Bellamy smirking at her.

"You are so short."

"You are so drunk."

"You are too, princess."

Giggling, Clarke grabbed the crackers out of his hand, opened the box, and ate one. Licking the extra crumbs off her lips and fingers, she placed the box next to her on the counter and looked back up at Bellamy.

He loomed over her, his eyes darker than usual and filled with hunger. Carefully, he placed his hands on the counter on either side of her, trapping her between the cabinets and his solid body.

"I was jealous."

Her eyebrows creased in confusion. She watched his eyes settle on her lips as she quietly asked, "W-What?" The breathlessness of her voice surprised her.

"You asked me months ago why I got so upset that night when you brought Finn over to dinner and he called you princess."

Clarke swallowed hard as Bellamy moved closer to her. When he spoke again she could feel his warm breath on her face. He smelled like whisky.

"I was jealous. Jealous that you let him call you that. Jealous of the way you let him kiss you. Jealous of the way you looked at him."

"Bellamy," her voice was barely above a whisper. His lustful gaze finally left her lips and met her eyes. Clarke felt warmth spread deep in her belly that wasn't entirely due to the alcohol in her bloodstream.

"I didn't like it, Clarke. It made me sick."

Clarke let her hands settle on his hard stomach causing Bellamy to close his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. The way she affected him fascinated her drunken mind.

"I have wanted you for so long, Clarke." He finally opened his eyes again, his pupils blown wide with desire. "So, so long."

Clarke stared up at him for a long moment. She thought about that night when they had accidently kissed and all the times after that she had wondered what really, truly kissing Bellamy would be like. If Clarke had been a little less inebriated, maybe she would have been able to stop herself. However, the shots that Octavia had insisted on doing prevented her mind from thinking too much about the consequences of giving into temptation.

Slowly, she brought her hands up to cup his face and leaned forward. She pressed her closed lips lightly against his, chaste and innocent. Bellamy didn't respond. Pulling away, Clarke tried to read his face. His eyes were dark and indecipherable. For a moment Clarke was worried she had made some horrible mistake.

This fear was quickly forgotten as Bellamy crushed his lips back against Clarke's in a rough, demanding kiss. Clarke met his challenge, releasing a breathy moan when his tongue slid against her lower lip. As she opened her mouth allowing Bellamy to deepen the kiss, Clarke tried to wiggle herself onto the countertop so she could gain more leverage. With his mouth never leaving hers, Bellamy slide his hands down to her ass and lifted her effortlessly onto the cool counter. Clarke wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his firm body closer.

They parted breathlessly and Bellamy's mouth immediately went to Clarke's neck. He sucked and nipped his way down to her collarbone while Clarke scraped her nails against this taut stomach, relishing in the way it made him gasp. When her fingers slipped below the waistband of his jeans, Bellamy rocked against her, letting out a hot, shuddering breath against her neck.

"Clarke-"

She swallowed his words as she kissed him, raking her hands through his curls. He hungrily drank up her kisses and let his hands roam under her shirt. It was Clarke's turn to gasp when Bellamy's warm, calloused hands groped at her breasts.

Bellamy's mouth moved back to her neck, focusing on her pulse point, and Clarke's nails dug into his the hard muscles under his shirt. He jerked his hips into her and softly bit her skin.

Suddenly there was a crash in the living room and numerous shouts of "oh, shit," and "damn it, Jasper!" Clarke and Bellamy broke apart, both gasping for breath and staring at each other in shock. The spell they were under had broken and Clarke's alcohol muddled mind went into overdrive trying to grasp what had just happened.

"Bellamy, come look at what this fucker did!" A voice called from the living room.

"Shut up, Murphy!" Jasper's voice sounded panicked.

"God damn assholes," Bellamy growled looking at the doorway like he wanted to murder someone. His dark gaze turned back to her, searching her face for a moment, before straightening his shirt. Clarke watched him stalk out of the room, still trying to collect her thoughts.

A/N: I honestly debated ending it with the kiss on the cheek just to be an asshole but then I was like, no I have already been an asshole by not updating in over a month so y'all got the alcohol fueled make out sesh. I hope you guys like it! I tried to include some Chicago Christmas traditions but basically all the Blake traditions are just my family's traditions so y'all learned a bit about my house at Christmas :)

Anyways, once again I am sorry for taking so long, I feel bad about it. I will try very hard to update regularly, probably once a week.

As for what is coming up in the story, all I will say is that hooking up is coming up but don't get too excited about it. Hehe so cryptic.

Love y'all and once again I'm so sorry!