NSFW Smut guys, enjoy!

Bellamy felt warmth in his cheeks as he walked hand in hand with Clarke towards his apartment, sneaking quick glances at her from the corner of his eye. His heart beat loudly in his chest as they neared the door, taking his keys out and fumbling with them. Get it together, Bellamy. You know her, and it's not like this is the first time she's going to be staying the night. But in a lot of ways, it was like her first time there. Her first time there while being together. Clarke is my girlfriend. The thought filled him with comfort, and warmth.

Finally he got the key in the lock and twisted it, pushing the door open and stepping aside allowing Clarke to enter.

"Ladies first."

Clarke grinned at him as she stepped through the threshold, letting out a giggle. That damn giggle made his heart skip a beat. Closing the door behind him, his face flushed red as he took in his messy living room. His clothes he was wearing prior to strewn across the couch and 2 beer empty beer bottles sat on his coffee table. Awkwardly clearing his throat he picked the clothes up, quickly taking them to the hamper in his room. Then disposing of the bottles.

"Sorry about that."

Clarke gave him another grin. "Oh please, if I care. Seeing your messy living room is oddly comforting."

"Well why didn't you say so princess? I could have added my current attire to the couches décor."

Clarke replied with a roll of her eyes before stepping into the kitchen, getting two wine glasses from the cabinet, opening a bottle of Strawberry Moscato and pouring each glass half way full, handing him one.

They moved there glasses together, a small chime filling the air.

"To Octavia and Lincoln, I guess." Bellamy said.

"To us." Clarke said shyly, a small smile playing on her lips.

Bellamy bit his lip at the word us.

"Us, I like that word." He said as he moved to her side, pulling her tightly against him, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

A few minutes later they were both changed into t-shirts and sweatpants, snuggled up on the couch each with their wine in their hands. The Friends theme song began, and Bellamy felt himself grinning.

"Another Friends marathon?"

"Oh, yes." Clarke replied, settling into his side.

2 hours into their marathon Clarke moved to pour more wine into his glass.

"Ah, no thank you. I'm a nice warm buzz, I don't want to get drunk."

"And whys that?" she said looking at him, her blue eyes seeming to shine, compared to his plain living room. It might be the alcohol, but it didn't make them any less beautiful to look at.

Bellamy felt himself gulp. "I just want to remember every single detail of tonight."

Clarke's face softened at his words. A shiver ran down his spine as her tongue swept across her lips, leaving them slick. Bellamy was about to close the distance, but Clarke was faster. Their lips collided and Bellamy felt light headed, and hungry, so hungry, for more. Sliding his arms behind her back he pulled her onto his lap, setting her down gently. Her hands moved to his hair, pulling his head back as she deepened the kiss. His hips uncontrollably jerked upwards, causing a soft gasp to escape her lips, only to be lost in his mouth.

Seemingly reluctantly Clarke pulled away.

"Is Octavia coming home?" she asked, breathlessly.

Bellamy shook his head quickly. "No."

Clarke's eyes darkened.

"Take me to bed, Bellamy."

Bellamy felt his breath hitch, and in a quick motion he stood, his arms creating a cage around her. Clarke tightly wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her towards his room. As he laid her on his bed she quickly moved to slide her shirt up and off, revealing her bare chest. A growl ripped through him like nothing he'd ever heard before.

Clarke pulled his hands ever so slowly to her waist, giving him a small nod as his fingers began pushing under the waistband, moving the grey sweat pants down her legs. He grinned at site of her before him, her legs spread, a small damp spot on her pink panties. Her eyes traveled to where his now rested and her face became flushed.

Standing before her he slid his own shirt up and over his head discarding it immediately. Unbuttoning his pants he pushed them to the ground kicking them to the other side of the room before he moved placing himself above her, dipping down and planting kisses up and up her neck, before finally sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, biting down.

Clarke sighed into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling her against him. A groan escaped him as she ground herself against his now hard length.

"Bellamy, please." She begged.

He felt himself grin as he looked down at her. "What do you want, Princess?"

She let out a huff of frustration.

"You, I want you. Now."

He felt his lip twitch at her words and quickly pushed her panties off, then his boxers down his own body, moving his fingers to her slit he let out a growl of approval as her juices coated his fingers. Slowly he pressed his finger into her, a moan bursting through her, as she began working her hips towards his fingers.

"So desperate are we? Fucking yourself on to my fingers?" he murmured into her ear.

She only mewled in response.

Moving his fingers faster, pressing his thumb against her clit, she began shaking underneath him as she neared her release, and just before she went over the edge he buried himself inside her, savoring the feeling of her clenching around him. The image of her coming undone, for him, would forever be ingrained in his head. He began quickly pumping in and out of her, drawing out her orgasm. As she came down, his thrusts slowed.

When she could finally breathe he buried his face in her neck.

"I love you, Clarke." He breathed.

"You're mine." She replied, as his thrusts became desperate, desperate for release.

"I'm gonna cum." He called out as he slammed into her again and again, relentless.

"Together." She whispered against his skin as she clawed at his back, and so together they went over the edge for the first time.