A/N Warning: This chapter contains smut. If that's not your thing, do not read!

"So, who is it you're having over again?" Abbey Griffin had a frown across her face as she stared down her daughter. Clarke sighed.

"Bellamy, Mum," She said, exasperated at having to put up with yet another interrogation from her mother. Ever since she had asked if he could come over, Abbey had been shooting questions at her; what does he look like? What does he study? How do you know him? How old is he? The answers to which she always promptly forgot.

"But not Octavia?" Abbey raised an eyebrow and Clarke groaned.

"No, Mum, just Bellamy," Clarke wrung her hands in agitation.

"So he's your boyfriend?"

"No!" She clapped her hand to her face. "He's - we're friends, he's nice, you'll like him," She smiled reassuringly at her mother in an attempt to cover up her rudeness. Abbey nodded, thinking for a moment before she sprung another question.

"So what does he look like?" She cocked her head, her dark eyes glistening with a curiosity and a worry that was weakly hidden.

"Like Octavia, but with short hair," Clarke spoke dryly and Abbey tutted. "You'll see him soon enough! Just please, don't be embarrassing," She took her mother's hand as she pleaded.

"I'm never embarrassing," Abbey frowned as she squeezed Clarke's hand. The doorbell rang and Clarke's eyes widened at the sound. Abbey gave her an innocent look and raised her hands as Clarke cast her a warning glare over her shoulder.

Clarke could see his silhouette through the frosted glass and she bit her lip before she pulled the door open.

"Oh hello, Princess, what a surprise! I thought one of your servants might answer the door," Bellamy winked at her, his lips stretched into a wide grin. It had begun to rain outside and tiny droplets had settled in his curls even in the short walk from his car to the house. Clarke had almost forgotten how beautiful he was, and how patronising. She rolled her eyes.

"They were busy preparing the feast, apologies," Her words were full of sarcasm but her heart beat faster at the sight of him and his closeness as he stepped across the threshold into her house. Her house. She had Bellamy Blake in her house, alone.

"Hello, Bellamy," Well, not alone. Clarke suppressed a moan as Abbey poked her head round the kitchen doorframe to get a glimpse of Clarke's guest. Bellamy was, of course, the vision of politeness to parents and he greeted her with a warm smile and a nod.

Clarke tugged on his hand and Bellamy excused the two of them with a polite 'Nice to meet you, Mrs Griffin,". As soon as they were out of ear shot the sarcastic remarks returned.

"Wow, Princess, how gracious of you to invite me into your palace," He slipped his fingers into the gaps between hers as they went up the staircase. His grip was warm and familiar and Clarke thought she could've forgiven his condescending comments as long as he never let go of her hand.

"It's not a palace, Bellamy," She rolled her eyes and squeezed his hand which made him laugh.

"It is to me, but hey, I'm not complaining, it's a privilege to entertain royalty," He was still making fun of her, she knew, but there was something in his tone that made heat rush through her with excitement as she thought about the ways he might entertain her.

Clarke had cleaned her bedroom especially for his visit, but there was still the odd bit of clutter when she showed him to it like the pile of books at the foot of her bed, the clothes she had yet to put away and the old stuffed animal that she had forgotten to hide.

"My humble abode," She opened her arms to the room when she spoke in a gesture of display. She did it almost uncaringly, but secretly she was worried he might find it childish. Clarke didn't know why she cared what he thought of her room, it was just a room! But she valued his opinion all the same.

"Ah the throne room," Bellamy smiled mischievously as he shut the door. "Is this where you keep the crown jewels?" He waggled his brows and Clarke's heart almost skipped a beat at the innuendo behind his words.

"Bellamy," She snorted as she sat cross legged on the bed, discreetly shoving her favourite stuffed toy elephant out of sight between the mattress and the wall.

"Clarke," Bellamy mimicked her tone as he flopped down beside her, his long frame taking up most of the bed as he lay next to her. "So, did you miss me?" He leaned his chin on his elbow as he looked up at her. His eyes were sparkling on the dark surface and in the light from the window beside him; Clarke could see the tiny specks of green and gold. His smile made dimples in his cheeks and Clarke could've lost herself in the constellations of freckles on his skin.

"What? Over the two days that we've been apart?" She teased instead, "You wish Blake,"

"You must have done or else you wouldn't have invited me," He cocked his head with a grin and an expression that made it clear he knew, or at least believed, that he was right.

"Well you agreed to come," Clarke retorted stubbornly, though there was a smile playing at her own lips. His smile was infectious, goddamn him, she thought to herself. Bellamy rolled onto his back and looked up at the high ceiling with his hands behind his head.

"Oh yes, how silly of me. I only came for this wonderful view of your ceiling,"

"You are so annoying," Clarke shook her head as she watched him, so at ease and so gorgeous. It was unfair how beautiful he was; how his eyes were the perfect multitude of shades and how his bronzed skin was patterned with hundreds of tiny, individual freckles or how his hair looked wonderful even when it was tousled as if he had just woken up.

"Am I, though?" He rolled back to look up at her with his trademark smirk.

"Yes, you are," Clarke reached out to run a hand through his hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world, blushing when she realised what she had done. He caught her by the wrist and sat up beside her.

"Cute," He laughed and ran a fingertip across Clarke's pink cheek.

"Am I, though?" She mimicked his own words, grinning when he rolled his eyes.

"Yes, you are," He replied, releasing her wrist and placing his large hand at the back of her neck as he leant close to press their lips together. Clarke's lips parted for him automatically, letting his tongue slip past and deepen the kiss. A tiny moan escaped her at the feel of his mouth against hers; every time they kissed it was as exciting as the first time and she loved it.

His cupped hand pulled her close and she threw one arm around his neck so that her hand could tangle into his curls, and rested her other hand on his cheek, her fingers splayed out across his warm skin. Heat surged through her, emanating from her chest, rising to her cheeks and spreading through her stomach. Bellamy removed his hand from her neck and ran it through her hair, pulling away as his fingers reached the end of the curl.

"Ah, that's it, now I remember why I came," He smiled at her, their noses still touching before he kissed her again in short sharp bursts, peppering her lips and jaw and cheek with kisses until she whimpered and he moved back to her mouth.

Clarke's hands were curled into fists against his chest, gripping at the fabric of his shirt and admiring the planes of muscle that she could feel there. She shivered as his mouth found her neck, planting wet lip shaped bruises and breathing deeply against her ear. She let her hands trail down his stomach and tug at the hem of his top; silently asking him to remove it.

Bellamy smirked as he pulled back and reached behind him to yank it over his head. Clarke felt the heat of arousal settle between her legs as he threw the bundle of material aside. His torso was heaven; his skin was tan and the same freckles that spattered his cheeks decorated the tops of his shoulders, his arms and chest were thick with muscle and there was a scar beneath his collarbone, but the flaw only made him more beautiful to Clarke's eyes. She wasn't given as long as she liked to study him though for as soon as his shirt was on the floor Bellamy's mouth was back on Clarke's and he leant over her, his hands either side of her shoulders and his legs between her knees.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingertips down the muscle of his back, enjoying the way he shivered under her touch. He nuzzled his face against her jaw and her neck.

"Not fair," he whispered into her skin, "You should take yours off too," Clarke laughed at his words and the tickling feeling of his lips when they murmured against her. She put her hand on his chest, pushing him gently backwards as she removed her top. Beneath she was wearing the turquoise lingerie she had brought and the bra was little more than lace, her nipples clearly visible through the floral pattern.

Her chest heaved at the way Bellamy's eyes darkened as he looked at her. She watched him swallow and chew on his bottom lip.

"What's this?" She laughed breathlessly, "Bellamy Blake, lost for words?" He didn't even smirk at her that time; he just watched her lips fervently before he leaned forward to capture them once more, one hand at the small of her back to hold her upright to him.

The skin of his chest was hot and smooth against Clarke's breasts and stomach as she clutched tightly at him, her mind going crazy and her arousal wet between her thighs. She rocked her hips toward Bellamy's to find some release from the ache that was forming. He laughed deeply against her mouth.

"Calm down, Princess," His voice was thick with lust and laughter as he dropped her back onto the mattress and pushed her knees gently apart. "Is this what you want?" He asked quietly as he ran his fingers up her inner thigh agonisingly slow. Clarke swallowed and nodded, their eyes locked as he reached the zip of her jeans. She should have been ashamed of her wanton behaviour and her heavy panting but she didn't care. Bellamy was there with her, and he wanted her. Nothing else mattered.

He unbuttoned her jeans with delicate fingers, watching her as he kept up his torturous pace, a smile at his lips as he took in the effect he had on her. He was infuriating, and very, very sexy.

He eventually slipped the denim over her hips and Clarke wriggled her legs until the jeans were fully off, leaving her with only the barest covering from her lacy underwear. She knew that Bellamy could see everything, and was almost certain that he could tell how much she wanted him, needed him.

"Nice underwear," He cocked his head as he surveyed her, sending a new blush to Clarke's cheeks. Carefully, he leant forward and planted a kiss on her mouth; it was almost chaste for how briefly his lips lingered there. But before she could protest, he had moved down, pressing kisses all down her body, between her clavicles, her breasts, her sternum, her stomach until he reached the place she wanted him most.

Bellamy looked up at her with a dangerous smile on his face as he nestled between her thighs and pressed a kiss just above the waistband of her knickers. A groan passed Clarke's lips, spurring him on.

"What is it that you want, princess?" He teased her with a velvet voice that sent more wetness rushing between her legs.

"You," She breathed, desperate for his attentions. "I want to see if the famous Bellamy Blake is all he's cracked up to be," She tacked on the end to taunt him. It worked, producing a low growl from his throat as he hooked his thumbs under the band of her underwear and pulled them over her thighs, kissing her bare legs as he discarded them on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

Clarke inhaled sharply as he kissed between her thighs and his tongue darted out between his lips to lick the length of her slit. She leant her head back and parted her lips with pleasure as he worked on her with his mouth. One hand was clutching at the bed sheets, the other at his hair. Bellamy didn't seem to mind her fingers tugging at his curls, though; if anything it drove him to quicken his ministrations; his tongue swirling at her clit and kissing her between licks and sucks.

When she lifted her head to look at him she found his eyes already on her face, dark with his lust as he tasted her and drew soft moans and gasps from her mouth. Clarke bit her lip to keep from moaning as he gazed at her. She could feel him smile against her at her expression and stirred by it; he moved his hand from her leg and pushed a finger inside of her.

Clarke gasped as he moved inside of her, curling his finger to hit the spot that she could never quite reach herself. Coupled with the attention from his mouth Clarke found her chest heaving with her pants as she began to climb toward her orgasm. Bellamy sucked hard at her clit as he fingered her and Clarke came undone with his name as a gasp on her lips.

Bellamy kissed her gently as she shuddered beneath him before he moved to lie beside her, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her on the mouth. Clarke moaned into him, her stomach fluttering. She could feel his erection against her leg through his jeans and she looked at him questioningly.

"I was being gentlemanly, the princess's needs come first," He purred, kissing her sweetly on the forehead.

"You should be a gentleman more often," Clarke murmured back with an involuntary smile.

"So, do I live up to the rumours?" Bellamy ran a hand through his hair and Clarke giggled.

"I might need more evidence," She leant in close to his ear as she whispered, "And gentlemen need their treats too," She fell back laughing at Bellamy's gasp and the blush across his face.

A/N Well! I hope people enjoyed this chapter. I felt a bit nervous writing the smut and I'm not sure if I did it very well. Please leave me a review to let me know what you think! The next chapter will continue on with the plot though I may put more smut in later chapters if this is received well. Thank you for reading :) - J x