Chapter 2:

In an attempt to regain all of her hypothetical sanity, she threw herself into her work. She had to or she was going to be thinking about the way Bellamy's lips felt against hers all fucking day. Having the other Blake sibling in her presence wasn't helping her at all either. They were so alike- not really in their faces. Sure, they had brown hair and tan skin but really their likeness came from their similar mannerisms. Octavia had this stare that just hit you sometimes like a knife- it was relatable to the way Bellamy stabbed you when he called you out on your shit. It hurt and there was nothing you could really do about it unless you were badass enough to ignore a Blake- like Clarke. She was a total badass. Octavia also, when she wanted something bad enough, hovered intimidatingly. "Why'd you go with my brother today?" Octavia asked.

"Because I didn't want him to kill you." Clarke lied. "You're starting to cross lines that you shouldn't an eventually you're going to get hurt."

"By Lincoln? Give me a break! He would never hurt me Clarke and you know that!" Clarke did know that. She knew that Lincoln would die for Octavia- sometimes, she thought if Lincoln heard her talk more he would completely run away. Octavia had a way of getting under your skin though that made you love her. It was both annoying and sweet at the same time.

"I know he wouldn't hurt you, O!" She said, "I know that but at the same time, I'm pretty sure his people don't feel the same way."

"I can take care of myself." God, wasn't that the famous line she always used when she wanted to finish an argument? Why, yes, it was.

"We can all take care of ourselves, Octavia. That doesn't mean we should." Clarke said softly, "You make it so difficult for people to show how much they care about you sometimes. You kill me."

"You kill me." She cracked a smile even though she looked like she was trying to keep a steel-like face.

"So, how was your meeting?"

Octavia smiled wider, "Absolutely amazing." She giggled like a little girl, "Don't tell Bellamy but I think we're going to have sex." Of course, Octavia waited to inform her of her sex life when Clarke was taking a big sip of water. "It'll be so perfect."

"First time sex is not perfect. It hurts." Clarke told her, "You have to be sure about this. I don't want my situation to happen to you. Are you sure Lincoln doesn't have, like, I don't know- a chosen mate or something?"

Octavia paled a little, "I didn't even think to ask that."

"I don't want to place doubt in your mind but just think about it. You definitely don't want to give it all away to someone who has other priorities." Clarke sighed, "And then if someone else comes along and they shake up your entire world… you'll wish you could give it away to them."

"Like you wish you'd waited for Bellamy?" Octavia had to throw in a suggestive question to get information. It was her thing. Clarke looked away from her, "Oh, like I don't have eyes Clarke. Everyone notices the lingering gazes, the contact you two make… so, do you wish you'd waited for Bellamy or not?"

"In Bellamy's case- not really." Clarke was being honest. "I think if I were a virgin then it'd be completely awkward having sex with him. It'd be about the pain and stuff when you know you want pleasure."

"Okay, stop." Octavia covered her ears. "I'm done talking about this. I'm sorry I brought it up. Tell me about medical shit or something to distract me from the god-awful image of you- ew."

"I was thinking about how we don't know that many herbs- you know, the new ones changed by the radiation so we would need to do something about that." Clarke said, "We don't need people to go nuts off the nuts again."

Octavia nodded, "Okay nuts over nuts. Yeah, alright. New image- Jasper with the anti-grounder stick in my mind." Clarke snorted at her joke right when Bellamy walked into the drop ship. "Oh, Bellamy." Octavia said, "Crazy seeing you here, what do you need?"

"A moment alone with Clarke would be nice." Bellamy said, "To talk strategy of course- I don't need you to plan another prison break around how we position the guards."

"You think too low of me brother…" Octavia said, "I don't need to know how you're positioning yourself in any way or with who to get around your stupid ass guards." She patted her brother on the shoulder before she exited the drop ship.

Bellamy had a balled up fist, "She makes me so mad sometimes." He sighed, "But I wasn't here to fight with her, I was here to talk to you." He paused, "Well, not talk- more like, kiss you repeatedly." And he did that- one, two, three and then four times. Those quick little kisses on her lips that made her happy. Then, she felt his tongue touch her lip delicately. She opened her mouth, allowing him to bite tenderly on her lip for a moment and then deepen the kiss. He was taking charge as he rightfully should have. His fingers curled in the hair closest to her neck. He lightly tugged, eliciting a small groan from her. He did it again.

Clarke snaked her hand underneath his shirt, letting her fingers trace his abs. From the outside, it looked like they were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Heads moving as they tried to fight for power and decide what they're going to do next. The sounds coming from them were a mixture of groans, unspoken words, and heavy breathing. Each kiss, each move created another echoing sound in the metal drop ship. Bellamy was about to rip off his shirt and go for what he really wanted when the sound of his "Favorite person in the world" entered the drop ship. "I knew it." Finn Collins said, "I knew you two were involved."

He looked hurt and angry. Clarke didn't cower, she didn't even blink. "I told you, it's none of your damn business." Finn wasn't expecting her to defend herself. He was expecting her to turn around and apologize. He was expecting her to cry or something. Not stand up for her actions with Bellamy. He wanted her to chase after him in some romantic way and tell her that Bellamy meant nothing but the look in her eyes told him differently.

The look in her eyes said "He means everything."

Bellamy huffed angrily like he was about to hit Finn a few good times. Finn walked away from the whole situation. Clarke looked at Bellamy, patting his shoulder like Octavia had earlier. "It was fun while it lasted big boy."

"Big boy?" Bellamy chuckled, cheekily. "Will you call me that in public?"

"Depends, do you really have handcuffs?" Clarke pushed up against him when he pulled her by her wrist to his chest.

He swallowed hard, "You shouldn't say things like that when you're walking away. You'll leave a guy all bothered and uncomfortable."

She pressed harder into him. "Well as head medic I can't leave you bothered and uncomfortable- can I?"

"No, you can't. It'd be unethical." Bellamy nodded, "Too bad its midafternoon and we have to keep up appearances."

She groaned, "Yeah too bad. I'll guess I'll see you later." He kept a hold on her wrist with a devilish grin.

"You have to say my name for me to let you go."

"Bellamy." She said, rolling her eyes.

"No, my other name." He winked.

"Jackass?"

He nodded, pursing his lips a little. "The other one?"

"Oh…" She said, leaning closer into him. Her mouth was near his ear. "Big boy." She kissed his neck sloppily when he let go of her wrist.

Bellamy:

His whole thought process was shot to hell because of Clarke's seductive nature. He didn't even know she could be seductive…alluring, yes- purposely seductive, he wouldn't have guessed. Now that he knew though- god, he couldn't forget it. Miller was running his mouth about nothing in general and Bellamy was just sitting there thinking about her hands. Of all the things he could be thinking about it was her hands. The way they brushed up against his abs and how they turned into fists when she was mad. Or how they were capable of consoling someone like his sister or mercy killing someone like Atom. God, she had beautiful, strong hands.

And he wanted to hold those hands until his last dying breath. He knew that it sounded extremely forward- but he would. He knew the second that they kissed he would try desperately to hold onto her. His logic was no longer hypothetical- it was very much real. Up until then, he didn't believe in fate. He didn't believe in the one. If someone were to ask, he would still say that he didn't but there was a tiny bit of him that felt like it was only by design that he could hold those hands of hers.

Miller cleared his throat, "And then I said to Octavia- don't tell your brother what we do. It's only between me and you baby." Bellamy's head shot up. "Chill brother. Where the hell is your head?"

Bellamy smirked, "You ever feel like we're not all damned?"

"Not really." Miller said, "I'm pretty confident that we're damned."