I wrote this while eating thin mints—excuse the chocolate and mint references.

-Kay

Chapter 4:

The moment her lips touched his, she was absorbing him into her every cell. The sweet nectar boosted by Monty's minty herbal mixture was suddenly a drug to her—something she could not live without if she tried. There was an explicit come-and-get-me moan escaping from her mouth every time he broke their kiss to breathe. Her tears were drying and she wondered how Bellamy knew she really didn't want to talk about her father. It was probably written all over her face…that didn't matter though, what mattered was the moment.

The perfect little moment.

She decided he tasted richer than chocolate—something she'd only had once in her entire life. His pervasive movements and hot sweeping motions were sensually quick and mindlessly natural. When his breathing was all she could hear in her attentive ears, she wanted to collapse. She felt so weak in his embrace but felt so powerful at the same time. He moved away from her, running a nervous hand through his hair as he decided what the next step was going to be. She placed a hand over her beautifully swollen lips before reaching for his arm tentatively. "Bellamy…" The way she said his name was so feathery, so soft but also so full of hunger and raw need.

He faced her again, his palms pressing against her cheeks before his tongue reclaimed hers. They stepped backwards as her arms slid out of her jacket and her fingers moved towards the hem of his dark gray shirt. Her warm, sweaty palms pressed into his skin sliding up his hip towards his underarm. His skin was bare and burning, the specific smoothness of his strong pecks and even muscular body had her self-conscious of her every miniscule flaw. He had lovely tan skin and she was alabaster white, only turning red when the sun hit her. The preview of the red tint she would turn if hit with any significant amount of UV rays was across her face as a rosy, sensual blush spread to all her features.

She admired the way his tongue danced and curled, massaged and circled the inside of her mouth as if he were purely satisfied with just kissing. As if she could fell his arousal against her body even if she was struggling to stay on her toes to meet his height. They were only a few inches apart but Bellamy couldn't always be expected to lean down and kiss her—could he? She much rather meet him equally, call it a personality flaw. She stopped toying with his skin underneath the thinning fabric and removed his shirt with ease. She stepped back to take him in with an arched eyebrow, causing Bellamy to smirk at her with a bent head. Clarke removed her own shirt before she kicked off her boots, moving to the button of her jeans and her zipper that liked to get stuck.

Her breathing was irregular as she stripped out of her clothing, shimmying the pants down her hips to her ankles. She kicked the jeans away and looked at him. "You really don't know what you're asking for."

"Your confidence is cute." Clarke returned, "But it's you, Bellamy…you don't know what you're asking for."

"I want to know."

"Then why are you just standing there, big boy?"

He removed every article of clothing he wore except his underwear. He wasn't going to do that until Clarke was naked before him. He was taking charge but following her at the same time. He didn't want to go too far with her. She stepped over towards him, her fingers intertwined together as she calculated her next move. She was sizing Bellamy up, trying to distinguish want type of person he was when it came to sex. She was willing to give him control, her knowledge was lacking majorly but there was something natural about sex and her and Bellamy.

She reached behind her back, unhooking the bra and letting it fall in the pile of clothes on the ground. "You're gaping, Bellamy Blake."

"I am not gaping…smirking? Sure, not gaping. Even I were, though and I'm not…I think I have every right to, don't I?" She felt a hotter blush run across her skin like multiple prickles. Bellamy was definitely gaping at her and she felt so aware of her body. She sucked air through her teeth as he kept his eyes on her breast like a fifteen year old virgin. They were honey soft, full and flush asking to be captured in his twitching hands. Her nipples were the color of pale tea roses and reminded Bellamy of little hard dagger points against the coldness of their separation.

"We should be closer." She wanted to end his stare, move onto something different. She wanted the focus on him.

He nodded in agreement, clearing his throat before walking forward and moving her towards the unmade bed. He watched the look in her eyes change as the panther fur hit her back in uneven amounts. He captured her skin between his lips, feeling her back arch when his hand gripped her hip. He sucked the tortured peak, his tongue grazing her pink bubs. "Mmmm…" Clarke moaned before he went to the next. He enjoyed her quivering tips, enjoyed the way her skin tasted. She massaged his scalp with her fingers until he moved his head upwards to smile down at her.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." She said, her hand moving down to take off her underwear but Bellamy swatted her hand away, doing what she was going to do. Her irregular breathing when he pressed his hand against her center was slightly embarrassing. The fiery flesh of her inner thigh welcomed Bellamy. His fingers dipping into the slick wetness of her excitement, causing her to immediately arch against him. His thumb massaged her bundle of nerves but his eyes were on her—watching the way her hips jerk involuntarily and how her mouth parted. She moaned, "Bellamy…oh my god…"

Bellamy paused, "You've never been touched like this." His observation was correct and filled him with a wonderful satisfaction.

"Oh my god…" She responded when he hypnotically increased his tempo. She lifted her hips forward to meet his curling fingers and fast circular thumb. She was writhing under his caresses and moving along with his motions until she couldn't take it anymore. "Please, Bellamy…" She begged for him before he pushed upward, shoving down his underwear to reveal his throbbing member. His eagerness to thrust into her caused her blush to return—if it ever left. He replaced his fingers with his hard arousal, entering her deeply with one hard movement. Their bodies were joined in a hot glide of flesh to flesh and she cried out in pleasure. She took all of him, bucking her hips up to him. She arched to meet each possessive thrust. The rhythm increased, their rocking bodies were heaving hard against one another.

"Fuck…ah…Clarke." Bellamy grunted in her ear as he continued to thrust. She started to gyrate in slow circles, but she leaned to accommodate him. It was a primal, pulsing vibration that met her core. "Princess…damn, fuck me…god…"

Air was forced from her lungs as he increased his speed. Fast and hard. Shallow pants and short, sharp gasps were the only thing audible besides Bellamy's excessive cursing and provocative statements. He grabbed her ankle, bringing it up pass his waist. Her breathing increased and she started to flutter with warmth.

Bellamy felt the lightning bolts of fulfillment passing through his body as he started to shudder. Her fingernails dug into his broad shoulders, she let out of loud gasp and a feral moan before he came. He swore to god it was the longest, hottest release of his entire life. He was weak afterwards, but he could see how she exploded into a thousand pieces. It was a fiery, cataclysmic response. She looked so close to crying but her features were absolutely blissful.

He rolled off her, grabbing the panther blanket to cover her bare body before he remembered she was the one with the bad habit of walking into his tent unannounced. Her chest heaved as she looked over at him, "Damn."

"Damn." He agreed with a grin.