"Octavia!" Bellamy roared as he knocked on the bathroom door for at least the fourth time. "I am going to knock this door down if you don't hurry up! I don't care if you're conditioning your hair, get out!" He sighed and leant against the door. His sister could be a pain in the arse. She always took forever in the shower, Bellamy supposed it was a girl thing, but it was annoying as hell. He heard the water shut off on the other side of the door and exhaled in relief; he and Finn were supposed to be going to training with Lincoln and Miller, he didn't want to be late. If she has the cheek to ask for a lift after this, Bellamy made empty threats within his head.

"About time!" He complained as the door was pulled open from behind him but any other words were swallowed back with his surprised gulp.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Clarke lifted her lips in a half smile as she stood there before him. One hand was clutching the door frame, the other was holding up the fluffy white towel that was secured around her body. Christ, Bellamy felt the blood rush to his groin, she's naked but for that towel.

She seemed to know what he was thinking for she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue in such a tantalising way that Bellamy could've pushed her back into the bathroom and had her right then. God knew he wanted to.

"That's er," He scratched the back of his neck as he fumbled for words, trying to look anywhere but the top of her cleavage or her bare legs that still dripped with water from the shower. "That's quite alright, Clarke," He coughed and flushed when she began laughing at how awkward he sounded. She too had a tell tale pink across her cheeks though, assuring him that he was not the only embarrassed one.

"Right, well I'll let you shower," She released her grip on the door frame to tuck a strand of wet hair behind her ear. Oh God, Bellamy almost groaned, she's got me so bad.

"Have a nice day, Bellamy," She smiled and nodded, pushing past him, leaving him gobsmacked. He leant back against the door and cursed himself internally. It was ridiculous how this girl made him feel. But he was going to do something about it, he was going to make her his. Bellamy always got the girl in the end, why should Clarke be any different?

"What about this one?" Octavia held up another dress and Clarke grimaced eliciting a loud groan from the dark haired girl. She put the dress back on the hanger and threw her hands up in exasperation.

"You haven't chosen one yet either!" Clarke retorted.

"Yeah, but I've tried on five," Clarke couldn't help but laugh at her friend, saying it like it was a good thing when in fact Clarke had been almost bored out of her mind watching Octavia parade around in various dresses before declaring them all wrong.

"And each in a different shop," Clarke sighed.

"Yeah?" Octavia stroked the fabric of a dress on a rack beside her. "We should do the lingerie shopping now, come back to dresses after lunch," Clarke moaned.

"Oh come on, Bellamy will love it," Clarke shushed her even though he was nowhere about. The image of him gazing at her lustily that morning was still branded on her mind. The way those hazel eyes had lingered for too long on her bare flesh before his cheeks had turned red and he had stammered in embarrassment. It made her giggle just to remember it, embarrassment was not an emotion that Bellamy usually displayed and to know that she had sparked that reaction in him – it made her feel powerful. It made her feel sexy. She could just imagine his expression if she wore the type of underwear that Octavia was talking about for him. She chastised herself for thinking of it, but she couldn't deny that the thought was exciting.

The store they went into made Clarke feel uncomfortable despite her private thoughts on buying lingerie; the shelves were lined with skimpy scraps of lace and ribbon, there were basques hung on rails and at the back of the shop there was a section that made Clarke furiously red. Thankfully, Octavia didn't drag her into that part.

In the end Octavia chose a matching hot pink set and Clarke a mint green one. Clarke made Octavia take them to the till for her, much to her friend's amusement.

"You are so pure!" She giggled, linking her arm through Clarke's as they left the shop.

"I am not!" Clarke protested, "Me and Wells...you know," She stammered, trailing off.

"Pfft," Octavia waved her hand, "That was child's play my dear, you never wore something like this for him, did you?" She pulled out the green knickers and waggled them in front of Clarke's nose.

"Put them away!" Clarke hissed.

"Case closed," Octavia smiled in the way that always elicited an eye roll from Clarke.

"Teach me your ways then, if you're such a goddess of seduction,"

"Oh I am, thanks for noticing," Octavia grinned, "But telling you how to get my brother off? Hmm, kind of cringey," She wrinkled her nose.

"You are the queen of cringey, O," Clarke told her, "Do you know how many times I've had to listen to stories about you and Jasper?"

"I don't talk about it that much!" Octavia slapped her playfully, "He's just so cute," She clapped her hands over her heart.

"Does he wear the goggles in bed?" Clarke winked and laughed at the red on Octavia's cheeks which was an obvious answer to the question. It took a lot to embarrass her, open and cocky as she was.

"Shut up Clarke!"

Clarke smiled to herself; that was both Blake siblings that she had embarrassed today. Though one of them was more like to stick in her mind.

A/N Hope you enjoy, please review! - J x