A/N: I made a minor mistake in the last chapter. I mentioned at the beginning of the second scene that there were seven of them together, but there were actually only five (Micah, Coal, Theo, Elliot, and Bellamy).

Also, as you've noticed, I sometimes interchange people's first and last names. I don't mean to do this, but it happens. Hopefully no one is confused when this happens.

Warning: strong language and adult situations up ahead. Hopefully, not to graphic for some of you. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. That's all Jason Rothenberg and Kass Morgan. But I do own Micah Pike, Coal Johnson, Theo Hemswood, Elliot Takada, Cliff Martin, Jonas Asher, Sahib Hakim, and Harris Ryder.

Faya Gada | 6

After that incident, Micah found herself glancing at Bellamy on more than one occasion whenever they were in the same room. She wasn't sure why, but she felt like she won something whenever she caught him looking at her as well. Neither of them mentioned the interaction that had occurred just days before, but somehow all of Bellamy's had figured out that something had happened. Elliot was the first to bring it up when he saw Micah smile at Bellamy's back during one of their sparring matches. When he was able to throw Bellamy onto his back much easier than usual, he pulled Blake aside to give him some advice.

"Dude, I know she's really hot and you dig her." Bellamy looked at him with crazy eyes. "Yes, I know. It's really obvious you're into each other. Just fare warning: she's committed to the job. If you're going to make a move, it better be sooner rather than later." Once he had snapped out of his shock, patted him on the back of his neck. "Also, don't let it get to you on the job. They demote guys for stuff like that."

Bellamy took Elliot's words to heart and got back to work. He stopped pulling his punches (not that he got very many in in the first place) on Takada and only looked at Micah when she was addressing him. He knew that it may look like he was avoiding her in those dark eyes, but he could make up for that later. His first priority was to become a guard. He shouldn't let himself get too sidetracked by making googly eyes.

"All right, guys! We're done for the day. The second group should be coming through in about five minutes."

The lieutenant commander threw a dirty towel around her shoulders and padded away some of her sweat. At the news, Theo dropped backwards onto the mat.

"Thank God!" he groaned. "I don't think my butt can take anymore whooping."

Coal kicked his foot. "You know she's gonna come over here and mess with you if you stay down there."

"Johnson is correct. I may or may not count to—"

The blonde's body shot up from the floor and scrambled to the other side of the room. Bellamy smiled at the childish antic but it was broken when Takada came into view. He was gesturing with his head toward their commanding officer who was greeting the other four cadets as soon as they stepped inside the chamber. It was obvious that Martin was doing his best to flirt with her. It was curious as she put him on his ass on more than one occasion. His partner-in-crime, Hakim, dutifully stepped forward to ask her a question. The other two, Asher and Ryder, were encouraging Martin by giving him hand signals.

Bellamy felt something tap his shoulder before he heard a whisper, "You should get in there."

His eye twitched at the chance but was afraid for some reason. Despite what Takada thought, Bellamy wasn't in the business of wooing females. And he didn't have a crush on Pike. His life was stressful and complicated enough without the prospect of bringing another person in on his family's delicate situation. The last relationship he had been in ended when he was 18. He realized he didn't care for the girl as much as she may have cared for him; and she began to grow curious of his home life. She soon found herself dumped like a hot potato.

The reason being his family. Though his mother was, for lack of a better phrase, 'taking care of her own business,' Bellamy was the man of his house. He needed to step up and support his family the best he could. That was why he wanted to get closer to Micah. It wouldn't hurt to win some brownie points with his commanding officer. If she could put in a good word when the Dubbing Ceremony [1] came about, he would have all the intel he needed to hide O.

"Nah, she seems busy."

"Yeah, with her least favorite people."

Just then the door slid open a second time as a stony figure stepped through. The side-shaved head and hard eyes made Micah grimace.

What the hell is he doing here? "Shumway…Where you been? It's like I'm seeing a ghost right now." Not that I really care.

"Yes…I've been very busy. Clearance level 5 so…I can't tell you much about it," Micah almost rolled her eyes at this. He knew he just threw that in to irritate her. She could care less about his stupid clearance levels. "I heard you've been playing commander?"

This time she didn't hesitate cut her eyes at him. "'Playing Commander'?" She threw around air quotes. "I'm sorry, Commander, but you haven't been around."

"Then let me formally extend my apologies, Lieutenant Commander. I'm sorry if my absence has placed a strain on your already hefty obligations to the Councilman."

Micah crossed her arms as she stared him down. The cadets didn't know how to decipher Shumway's over-the-top polite rhetoric. He totally just called her Kane's bitch.

"Apology not required nor accepted." If she leaned forward just a bit more, she could slap the smirk right off his face. "Why are you here?"

"I'm now in charge of training group two."

"…What?"

"Oh, you weren't informed?"

"Commander, I've been putting my blood and sweat into these cadets for the past four months—literally. What kind of backwards-thinking idiot thought having you do your job for once would be a good idea?"

By now, she had lost the nerve and was done making niceties. What is this fucker trying to do?

Shumway ignored the insult, smirk never leaving his face. "Pike, I thank you for your diligent work. You've been a good soldier. And once my latest project has been revealed, it will make up for my recent transgressions. Now step aside, little girl. I must get started. They'll have to unlearn everything you've taught them."

Shumway had made his way over to Asher, as he stood the furthest from the group. "Cadet, why don't you show me what atrocities she's shown you thus far."

Anyone could see the steam collecting in her eyes. This was Bellamy's chance. He made it over to her before she could blurt anything out that she would regret. "Pike? Maybe we should get you some air?"

At first, Bellamy thought she hadn't heard him when she continued to stare after Shumway. But she took a deep breath and stalked out the door. Bellamy did his best to keep up with her, but she was really good at speed walking. Then abruptly, they were stopped in front of a corridor on Mecha station. When did we get here so quickly, Bellamy wondered.

After she keys in her card, he saw what was in the room. Just dusty, old machinery and overly used tools. Bellamy's guess what that this room was used as some kind of storage for the broken-down equipment the mechanics couldn't be bothered with using. The sound of scratchy Velcro brought him back to attention. Micah had taken off her guard jacket and was wrapping her braid around into a bun.

Bellamy couldn't see an immediate reason for why they were in this room. Or why she was taking off her clothes. And he wasn't bothered enough to look away.

The top was coming off next. Oh, dear.

He was still confused until he saw her approach a hanging bar lodged up on one of the walls. It was suspended at least six feet above his head. How the hell is she gonna get up there?

When she started climbing some of the metal boxes close by, he began to panic. "Um, seriously. What are you doing? Trying to get yourself killed?" She arched her back atop the last one and vaulted herself toward the bar, catching it even with her sweaty palms. "Pike. Pike!"

"Blake? You followed me?" Bellamy ran to stand under her and grabbed her legs. "What the hell are you doing? Let me go."

"Would you, just, please come down?"

"Ugh, I do this all the time. Nothing to worry about."

"Doesn't stop me from worrying."

She rolled her eyes, annoyed with his unwanted assistance. Why should she care if he was feeling a certain way? She needed to blow off some steam. What better way than with good, old-fashioned pull ups? It wasn't high enough that she would break something. But if she wasn't careful, she could land the wrong way.

"I'm upset, okay? This is the only way to quell my anger. Now get the fuck off me."

"Not letting go until you come down."

She figured listening would be a quicker way to get rid of him. He let her slide along down his body until her boots hit the ground and her arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders. She felt his warm breath hit neck as he whispered, "Was that so hard?"

A familiar ache formed under her belly and she inwardly groaned. Of course her body was turned on. It was pressed against another hot body and she happened to only be wearing her pants and sports bra. It didn't help that she could feel his own arousal poking her stomach. It was becoming hard to control her breathing.

His freckles seemed to be laughing at her as the rest of her body caught up with the awakening her female parts were experiencing. If she didn't push him away, she may regret it. But fuck, it had been so long. And when he licked his lips…

When she flicked her eyes back up his face, she saw her ache behind his own eyes. They both wanted each other. Or rather, it. With someone.

And that was all she needed. Her voice strained.

"Blake, just kiss me."

"…So are we gonna talk about what just happened?"

Micah scoffed as she buttoned up her pants. "If I wanted to sit around and have someone braid my hair, I'd have sulked to the commons to get drunk off my ass and tell you my life story."

She reached for her shirt but found it to be sticky in a spot and dropped it back to the ground. Had the encounter not been so impromptu, she could've prepared better. With nothing else in reach but their clothes, Micah had hastily grabbed one of their shirts and let Bellamy finish in it. If only she'd realized it was hers.

Bellamy paused in replacing his shirt atop his head. He had worn his cadet's insulated vest over his shirt and under his uniform. "Just take mine." He watched her folded it out before throwing it over her head while he worked to pull his arm through his vest.

Even though their romp had been rushed and to-the-point, Micah had thrown off his top garments so she could run her hands over his newly-toned flesh. The feel of her near naked body against his chest left him finishing sooner than he had anticipated. But he didn't think Micah minded. She had released hastily herself.

"Thanks for the shirt. I'll return it tomorrow at breakfast." And she walked out.

Fucking her hadn't been a part of the plan. But this worked too. If Bellamy didn't have any brownie points before, he certainly did now.

Footnotes:

1 – Dubbing Ceremony is pretty much what it sounds like. The Cadets will be evaluated based on physical skill, knowledge, and works. Each will be interviewed to determine where they will serve. There's Inspection, Hazards (fire, accidents, etc.), General Services, Workforce, and Building & Safety—to name a few. Certain positions fill up more quickly than others (higher positions like Inspection).