At the time, Bellamy had been pretty sure Clarke would take him up on his offer. You know, when she'd sucked his cock in his office and he'd offered to return the favour. But it's been a week now and she hasn't so much as given him a meaningful look to assure him she remembers the whole thing. She's been acting so normal Bellamy wonders if it was actually just something he dreamed up.

He remembers it far too vividly for it to be a dream though, which is becoming a constant problem. He can't so much as sit down in his office chair without conjuring up the image of Clarke on her knees, her mouth around his cock. Of course, these thoughts just give him the same reaction which led to her blowing him in the first place, and it takes him a good extra fifteen minutes to start work everyday while he tries to compose himself and diffuse the situation.

Clarke seems to have no such trouble. He thinks she can hardly have forgotten that she sucked his cock, which means she really just thinks it was no big deal. Even though it was. At least, for him. Friends don't normally just offer to get their friends off at work. He's pretty sure that's not normal, and the fact that she's acting like it is is frankly a little insulting.

What's more concerning to him though, is that she seems to have forgotten that he offered to return the favour. Either that or she doesn't think he was serious. The whole thing is driving him crazy because he's fantasized about going down on her hundreds of times and he really thought it was finally going to happen. And if she doesn't want him to, then that's another matter entirely. He can live with it. But there's no harm in reminding her that the offer is there, right?

He manages to work up the courage to ask her a little over a week after the initial incident in his office. She comes over to his place after work, apparently having had a particularly shitty Monday, and she's tense and angry, ranting about some guy who came in for the third time to complain about the business cards she designed for him.

"We've already printed them twice, and there's nothing wrong with the actual information. He says the font isn't the font he asked for, and since it's apparently my mistake, we have to print them all again for no charge!" she says angrily. She hasn't sat down for the entire twenty minutes she's been there, preferring to pace back and forwards in front of the couch where Bellamy is sitting while she gets her frustrations off her chest.

"You're too good to be designing some dick's business cards anyway," Bellamy tells her.

"I know that," Clarke huffs. "But I like some of the other design stuff I get to do." She sighs. "I'm probably just overreacting. I'm stressed out because I'm probably working too hard. There's so much to do and dickheads like this guy aren't helping."

"You aren't overreacting," Bellamy assures her and she gives him a weak smile. He hesitates, wondering if now is the right moment to bring up the other thing. "You know what's good for stress relief?" he asks and Clarke raises an eyebrow at him expectantly. "Orgasms."

"Orgasms?"

"Orgasms."

"You think I need to get laid?" she snorts.

"Well, I mean…" he trails off. "I do owe you for last week," he shrugs, hoping he's coming off as nonchalant. Clarke pauses and Bellamy wonders if she knows what he's talking about.

"Oh," she says finally. "That." Which isn't exactly encouraging, but she doesn't seem disgusted or horrified either, which is a good sign.

"Yeah, I mean. You can cash in at any time," he jokes and Clarke looks at him bemused. "You really haven't thought about it?" he says, trying not to sound too dismayed. After all, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about it.

"Nope," Clarke says definitely.

"Oh," Bellamy says.

"I guess I didn't think you were serious," Clarke shrugs. "I mean… I wouldn't be opposed to it," she chews her lip.

"I'm happy to do it," he says, downplaying his enthusiasm. He wants to make it seem like he's doing this for her. Which he is. But he's also going to enjoy the fuck out of it.

"Finn told me guys hate going down on girls," Clarke says. Bellamy knows Finn is the only guy Clarke has ever been with, and he doesn't really blame her for not dating or sleeping with men since then. Finn doesn't seem like he's the kind of guy who stands for reciprocity in the bedroom.

"Finn's an idiot," Bellamy snorts.

"Are guys even any good at it?" she questions.

"Trust me, I'm good at it," Bellamy grins and Clarke rolls her eyes.

"We'll see," she smirks. There's an awkward pause before Bellamy pats his knees.

"Should we go to my room?" he suggests.

"No!" Clarke says, aghast, and Bellamy is taken aback by her vehemency. "No," she says again, more calmly. "The bedroom is too… familiar. This is a one time thing. Let's do it out here."

"Okay," Bellamy agrees, and to be honest he kind of gets what Clarke is saying. If it's a one time thing he really doesn't want to have the image of her in his bed stuck in his mind forever. "The couch?"

"Ew," Clarke screws up her nose. "We're adults, Bellamy. The couch is tacky."

"Um," he looks around. "The floor?"

"Fine," Clarke agrees. Bellamy stands up, pulling a couple cushions off the couch and onto the floor for Clarke to rest her head on. He's feeling weirdly nervous, as well as a little disappointed at how clinical Clarke is being about the whole thing. He wants to kiss her, get her blood racing, show her what he has in store for her pussy. But he thinks kissing is probably out of bounds for this situation.

Clarke lies down on the floor, her head on the cushions, and Bellamy kneels down in front of her. He wonders if he imagines that she's looking nervous too.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he reminds her, giving her an out if she wants it. He's not about to force her into something she doesn't want.

"No, I want to," Clarke assures him. "Um. Stress relief and all that," she giggles nervously and she's definitely blushing which Bellamy takes as a good sign. The first sign that maybe she's not as composed about this as she makes out.

"Okay," he says. "Are you ready?" Clarke nods and Bellamy takes a deep breath. He has to make this good. He starts slowly, running his hands up her thighs, spreading her legs apart, pushing her dress up to her waist. Clarke bites her lip as he reveals her bright pink panties, and she looks so fucking sexy Bellamy has to remind himself he's not supposed to kiss her. Well, at least not on the lips.

Instead he places a kiss on her inner thigh, just above her knee then slowly works his way up, finally sucking a bruise into her skin just below her panty line, making her gasp a little. He can smell her arousal, and he can't wait to bury his face into her pussy. He hooks his fingers into her waistband then, and gently pulls down on her panties, the anticipation of seeing her bare before him is almost too much for him. He swallows as he reveals her pussy, his cock twitching in his pants.

To Bellamy's surprise she's already soaking wet. He doesn't comment on it as he doesn't want to embarrass her, but he knows the conversation they had wasn't particularly hot or stimulating so he can only wonder what was going on in her head while they talked. The thought sends a thrill straight to his cock and he can feel it straining against his jeans already. He pulls her panties off completely and tosses them aside, not bothering to note where they land. He kisses her inner thigh again, the other one this time, before allowing his lips to move to her cunt. He just kisses her outer lips softly at first, letting her know what he's going to do next. He spreads her lips with his tongue, gently probing her folds, eliciting a soft moan from Clarke. He licks into her more forcefully then, letting his tongue run along her slit. She's so fucking wet and she tastes so fucking good, and Bellamy can feel his cock throbbing badly. He ignores his own need and focuses on Clarke's clit, quickly figuring out what she likes, circling his tongue around her clit, only coming into contact ever so slightly at first, then flicking it with his tongue.

"You taste so good, Clarke," he tells her. "How does it feel? Good?"

"Yes," she tells him, a little breathless. "Don't stop." Bellamy grins and drops his head back between her legs, but not before lifting her legs over his shoulders to give him better access.

"Oh," Clarke breathes as he lifts her off the floor slightly and brings his tongue back to circle her clit. He uses his tongue expertly, alternating between licking her pussy and playing with her clit, and the noises coming from Clarke's mouth only spur him on. His cock is painfully hard and it's all he can do not to rub himself against the carpet, he's so desperate for some friction.

"Bellamy," Clarke moans, curling her fingers into his hair. He hums in response, not sure if she's actually talking to him, or just moaning his name in passion. "I lied before," she pants. He doesn't answer, just continues to fuck her with his tongue. "I—oh oh – I have thought about it. I did."

"Thought about what?" Bellamy lifts his head for a second.

"Don't stop," Clarke whines.

"Sorry," Bellamy drops his head back between her legs.

"I thought about this," Clarke says with some effort, her climax building. "You – mmm – going down on me. Every night since you mentioned it. I – oh god – got myself off thinking about it." Bellamy groans at that, and apparently Clarke is unable to form words any longer, the only coherent sound coming out of her mouth is his name, between the high pitched moans. Bellamy is pretty sure she's almost there, and he sucks her clit into his mouth, sending her over the edge. She bucks her hips against his mouth and arches into her orgasm, crying out lasciviously.

Bellamy pulls his head away almost reluctantly and sits up on his knees, putting her legs back on the ground. It was fucking fantastic, but that's all he gets and he doesn't know how he's going to survive knowing how she tastes, what she smells like, how she sounds when she comes.

"Fuck, Bellamy," Clarke groans when she's recovered slightly. "I hate to say you were right, but fuck, you were right."

"Good, huh?" he grins. Her dress is still up around her waist and her pussy is still on display, wet and puffy. He looks away, feeling like a pervert despite the fact that he's just had his head between her legs.

"Better than I imagined," Clarke smiles, sitting up, letting her dress fall back down. Her eyes flick to his crotch where he knows his cock is creating a massive bulge in his jeans. "Maybe you'd let me take care of you?" she says, and those sultry blue eyes make him want to agree so badly.

"You're definitely louder, by the way," Bellamy tells her smugly. Clarke just pouts at him. Her eyes then flick to his crotch where he knows his cock is creating a massive bulge in his jeans. "Maybe you'd let me take care of you?" she says, and those sultry blue eyes make him want to agree so badly.

"You don't have to do that," he says instead. "We're even now, after all." Clarke bites her lip, looking thoughtful.

"You can fuck me, if you want," she says finally, and Bellamy manages to choke on thin air. "God, don't be so dramatic," Clarke rolls her eyes. "If you fuck me, we both get something out of it. Assuming you can make me come."

"I can," Bellamy says confidently, recovering from his embarrassing earlier reaction.

"Good," Clarke smirks. "Now fuck me with that big cock of yours." Bellamy does not need to be told twice.