AN: Right, as you may have guessed, this story is going to start earning its rating. So if explicit sexual content is not your jam, you might want to skim or completely skip the second half or so of this chapter. It should be fairly obvious when things start to… heat up ;)

First though, we get a bit of Blake sibling interaction, which some of you have asked about. Octavia's not going to be a big part of the story going forward either, really, but I wanted to get those two at least moving in the right direction

Oh, and there's a bit of a nod to Maya in this one. The language nerd in me objects to the singular, it just sounds wrong in my ears, but after some research I've found that both are grammatically correct, so I have (reluctantly) left it as is

This chapter got away from me a little length-wise, for, you know, reasons ;) hopefully that's not a problem

And finally, I don't own anything related to The 100

-16-

Bellamy doesn't turn around until Clarke's been enveloped in the darkness and he can no longer see her. He's still breathing hard and can feel his heart pounding in his chest, so he stops at one of the almost-finished cabins, leaning against the wall and taking a couple of deep breaths to get his body under control.

It's not like he was expecting anything to happen tonight, but he still feels a hint of disappointment which he quickly shakes off. It's not just about him and Clarke, they do have to take Madi into account and he completely understands that Clarke might have doubts about inviting him into her bedroom with her daughter asleep a few feet away.

Still, he really hopes Raven was serious about her offer to take Madi for the night. Like, soon.

He sucks in a final, deep breath of cool air and pushes away from the wall, heading off in the direction of his tent, which is still set up down in the valley. People are moving into the new cabins as they're finished and some have chosen to sleep in the mess hall, but there's still a bunch of people down in the temporary camp, most of them on the construction crews. Bellamy hasn't minded sleeping down there so much before, but suddenly he wishes he was up here too, closer to Clarke.

As he passes the workshop, a figure steps out from behind a cabin and he freezes.

They haven't had any trouble with Eligius so far – Diyoza seems to be able to keep them in line – but Bellamy's still aware, somewhere in the back of his mind, that they are convicted felons, and not like the delinquents from the Dropship were… although a lot of them, himself included, are no doubt killers at this point, these people include murderers, rapists and other violent offenders. Most of the more volatile sided with McCreary in the battle back on Earth and were killed, but there are still people Bellamy wouldn't particularly like to meet in a dark alley. Kind of like this one.

"Hey, big brother."

Octavia's voice makes him relax a little, though not completely.

They've been edging towards each other slowly in the last month and a half, neither completely sure of how to really fix their relationship but both wanting to. These days, his little sister is so far from the grisly Blodreina of the bunker, much more like the girl he remembers from their first few weeks on the Ground, chasing butterflies, that he actually feels like they might be able to do it, maybe even in the near future.

"Hey, O," he replies as she steps closer and her face is lit by the glowing light from a lantern on the porch next to them. "Why aren't you in the mess, enjoying yourself?"

She shrugs. "Tired, I was going to call it a night."

Octavia and Jordan moved into a recently finished cabin about a week ago. At first, Bellamy had been surprised by their budding friendship, but eventually he realized that it actually made a lot of sense – Octavia spent her entire childhood and adolescence, up until she was arrested and sent to the Skybox, with just him and their mother, and Jordan spent the first 26 years of his life with only Monty and Harper. He might not have had to hide under the floor to avoid random inspections or lived in constant fear of being discovered, but it must have still been a lonely existence. The two understand each other, Bellamy supposes.

"Yeah, same here," he replies. "Long day tomorrow, as usual."

Octavia nods, her head tilting a little to the side. "I… I saw you and Clarke together earlier, in the mess," she says, and for a moment, he expects her to berate him, remind him that Clarke left him to die – though he doesn't think Octavia of all people really has a foot to stand on there – but her next words surprise him. "I'm glad you two finally figured things out. It's been a long time coming."

He lets out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"I guess it has," he admits, remembering what Raven said earlier. "I heard you were involved in that whole bet thing Murphy and Raven had going?"

She lets out a surprised laugh, and Bellamy briefly wonders when the last time he heard her laugh was. Years ago, of course… probably before Lincoln died. Guilt churns in his stomach at the memory of the man. He doesn't think that guilt will ever really go away. And it probably shouldn't.

"I guess I had too much faith in you, I had you down for a couple of weeks ago," she says after a moment, a hint of teasing in her voice.

"Sorry to disappoint."

She reaches out, tentative, and squeezes his arm for a brief second before pulling back. It's foreign and familiar at the same time, bringing memories of her fists connecting with his face, breaking skin, but also of nights back on the Ark, when seven-year-old Octavia would crawl into bed with him after having a nightmare, and he'd hold her close and sooth her to sleep by rubbing her back.

"You could never disappoint me," she says, voice full of emotion, and he thinks that maybe this is her way of telling him that all is forgiven. He thinks it might take him a little longer to get there, but then again, she's had six more years. "I'm glad you're happy. You deserve it. Both of you."

He offers her a small smile. "Thanks, O."

She nods and smiles back at him before turning away in the direction of her cabin.

"And what about you?" he asks before she gets more than a few steps, and she turns to face him again.

"Me?"

Bellamy swallows a sudden lump in his throat before he speaks. "Do you think you can be happy again?"

She seems to contemplate his question for a long time, before she lets out a sigh. "Maybe," she finally says. "I don't… I'm not sure I deserve it, honestly. I've done so many things I can never…"

"We've all done things we regret, things we can never take back or make up for," he replies when she trails off, hoping that she understands what he's trying to tell her without saying the words out loud. "We all have blood on our hands, O. None of us is innocent."

"No, I know that. I guess it'll just take some time to come to terms with it."

"Maybe… Clarke and I made a sort of pact right after we woke up on the ship," he says. "To use this as a new chance, a clean slate. The past is the past, we can't change it, but we can leave it where it belongs – in the past – and try to make sure we deserve this new opportunity. I don't know… maybe it can help you, to think of it like that?"

She's almost too far away for him to be able to discern the look on her face, but he thinks there might be a small smile there.

"Maybe," she agrees. "Thanks, big brother."

And without waiting for a response, she slips away into the night. Bellamy doesn't move for a moment, until he hears the sound of a door closing some distance away, and then he continues on his way.

All in all, he thinks as he descends the hill to the camp in the valley. It's been a pretty good day, relationship wise.

-100-

A week and a half later, Bellamy is seriously starting to wonder if something out there has it in for him.

Raven willingly offers to have a sleepover with Madi when Clarke asks her the day after their confrontation, which he finds out when Clarke surprises him halfway to the mess for lunch and pulls him into an empty storage building for a brief but heated make-out session.

"Raven's taking Madi tonight," she murmurs into his ear, her teeth grazing his skin and making him shiver.

"Thank you, Raven."

Unfortunately, though, when Clarke sits down next to him in the mess for dinner later that day, her nose has turned red and her eyes are puffy.

"I think I have a cold or something," she says hoarsely, giving him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry."

He wraps an arm around her shoulders and presses a kiss to her temple. "Not your fault. And like I said, we're not in any hurry."

She buries her face against his neck, so nobody else can hear her whisper, and runs a hand up his thigh. "You may not be, but I've had a dry-spell for the last six years, so forgive me if I'm a little impatient."

Bellamy's really glad they just sat down to eat, because he can't get up from the table for a while after that.

Clarke's cold turns into a full blown flu by the end of the next day, and when she finally starts feeling better, Madi catches the same bug.

"I'm sure she'll be better soon," Clarke assures him, voice still a little hoarse, as he walks her home the first night she has dinner with him and the others in the mess again. Abby's watching Madi for a few hours, so they're taking a bit of a detour on their way back to her cabin, around the edge of the settlement. "I just don't want to make her stay with Raven or Mom when she's sick."

"Of course not," he agrees immediately. "Madi's wellbeing is more important than… well, it's what you should be focusing on right now."

"Thank you for being so understanding and patient," she mumbles, pulling him to a stop and wrapping her arms around him.

"Besides, I'm not sure you're up for any… strenuous activities just yet," he continues.

"Maybe not," she admits, pressing a soft kiss against his neck. "But I could go for some un-strenuous activities…"

They spend the next hour or so half-lying against a tree at the edge of the hill, where they have an amazing panorama view of the valley and the sky, trading slow kisses and making up constellations for the new canvas of stars above them.

He knows that they could have snuck off to his tent, or made use of another empty storage building, and it's definitely been tempting, but… he doesn't want his first time with Clarke to be a quickie up against a wall – not that he would be opposed to that at a later date – or with only the tent's canvas between them and whoever might come by. It might be a cliché, but he wants it to be special.

Still, every day it's getting just a little bit harder to stop his hands from wandering too high under her shirt or into her pants to slip a finger into her wet heat when they say goodnight in the evening.

"Guess who's getting laid tonight?"

He looks up as Raven flops down next to him at 'their' table in the back corner of the mess hall.

"Thanks, Raven, nice of you to rub it in," he grumbles, but she just laughs.

"Actually, I wasn't talking about me," she says. "I mean, I don't care if Madi's in the other bedroom, but apparently Zeke is of the same opinion on that one as your girlfriend."

Bellamy just stares at her for a long moment.

"Are you trying to say…"

"Bellamy, did Raven tell you we're having a sleepover tonight?" Madi's voice is excited and when he looks up at her, she has a huge smile on her face. "She says we're going to braid each other's hair, and have a pillow fight, and maybe paint each other's nails, but I'm not sure how, we don't have anything to paint them with…"

"I think Raven's watched one too many high school movies about sleepovers," Clarke says as she slides into the seat beside him. She turns her head for a kiss. "Morning."

"Morning," he replies, placing a hand on her thigh and giving it a light squeeze. "So everyone's all recovered?"

"Yup," she confirms, running a finger over his hand and up his arm. Next to him, Raven snorts, and he elbows her lightly in the side. Madi doesn't seem to notice, though, still going on about her and Raven's sleepover.

Bellamy's slightly distracted all morning, earning annoyed sighs from Miller whenever he spaces out and misses a question or grabs the wrong tool.

"Seriously," Miller snaps after a couple of hours, "I almost regret helping you out if this is the way you're going to be now that you and Clarke finally got it together. I said the hammer!"

Bellamy obligingly hands him the hammer and makes an effort to pull himself together. They're finishing the roof on another cabin, and he really doesn't want to fall off and derail the evening's plans yet again.

He doesn't see Clarke during lunch, since she's busy in the med bay – it seems like the flu is making the rounds through the settlement – and maybe it's just as well.

After they wrap up the work for the day, he stops by his tent to grab a fresh shirt and then the public washroom they've built for the people still in tents – it'll be turned into a laundry room when everyone's moved into their own cabins – before heading over to the mess. He might be obvious, if Raven's smirk when she sees him is any indication, but he really doesn't care. It's not like any of their friends except Madi (or at least he really hopes so) don't know what he and Clarke are planning tonight, so it doesn't really matter.

Madi has a bag with her when she and Clarke join them a little while later, and he notices that Clarke's changed too, which makes him glad he did.

"So, Mads and me have our girls night tonight," Raven says when everyone's gotten some food. "Anybody else have any big plans?"

Bellamy almost chokes on his boar meat and gives Raven a stern look. She just smirks at him.

"Not really any plans," Murphy replies. "But something might… pop up."

Clarke does choke on the sip of water she's just taken, and Bellamy shoots daggers at Murphy and Raven as he rubs her back.

It seems to turn into some sort of challenge where their friends try to come up with the most obvious innuendo without Madi picking up on what they're talking about. It doesn't matter what subject he or Clarke manage to move the conversation to, someone always says something that makes the others hide their grins behind cups or hands and the color on Clarke's cheeks to rise yet again.

"Are you OK, Clarke?" Madi asks after a particularly salacious comment from Emori has Clarke completely red. "You look a little flushed, maybe the fever's come back?"

"I'm fine, Madi," Clarke assures her. "Just a little hot."

Which of course makes Murphy mutter that's what he said under his breath, but fortunately, that's the end of it. Still, Bellamy makes a mental note to thank Shaw for not participating in the others' little game, and to kill Raven, Murphy and Emori as soon as he comes up with a good method for getting rid of the bodies. He's sure Clarke will help him, and she probably has enough medical knowledge to pull it off.

A little while later, Madi yawns and Raven announces that they have to get their girls night started or they're going to fall asleep before they even get to the good stuff. They and Shaw – who has apparently been appointed an honorary girl for the evening – say their goodnights and leave.

"Well, don't let us keep you," Murphy says a few minutes later. "I know you have… better things to do."

"That one wasn't even funny," Clarke notes.

"Maybe because I wasn't actually trying to be," he replies as he and Emori get to their feet. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, kids!"

"Luckily, that doesn't really limit us," Bellamy says, wrapping an arm around Clarke and pulling her closer.

"Mm-hmm," she hums, burying her nose against his neck. "Want to get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

She grabs his hand and pulls him along through the mess hall and out the door. The air is cool – fall seems to finally be around the corner – which clears Bellamy's head a little and by the time they reach Clarke's cabin, he's actually nervous. He feels like he's sixteen again and meeting a girl in a supply closet on the Ark, which is silly, of course, but he can't help it.

Luckily, he doesn't have much time to think because as soon as the door closes behind them, Clarke pushes him back against it, one hand on his chest, and reaches up to kiss him.

He laughs against her lips. "Eager, are we?"

Clarke huffs. "Forgive me, I've basically been constantly horny for the last week and a half," she says at the same time as she pulls his shirt from his pants and slides a hand underneath it. The feeling of her warm fingers against his stomach makes Bellamy shiver, and he returns the favor, slipping both hands under her shirt and up her back, pulling her closer.

"That makes two of us," he murmurs before reclaiming her mouth, sliding his tongue along the seam of her lips and deepening the kiss when she opens up for him.

Clarke lets out a low moan and presses herself impossibly closer, her breasts flattened against his chest. Her other hand slides up his arm and shoulder before wrapping around his neck, her fingers curling into his hair, and he groans as her nails scrape against his scalp.

His senses are in overdrive, Clarke all around him – her scent washing over him, her mouth wet and hot as their tongues battle for dominance, her hand sliding down his stomach sending sparks of electricity through him. She wraps her fingers around the hem of his shirt and tugs it up, but it's stuck between him and the door and she doesn't get far. She breaks the kiss, a frown on her face, and Bellamy chuckles as he takes care of the offending garment himself, pulling it over his head and throwing it in the general direction of Clarke's bedroom. She hums approvingly before tugging him down once more, her fingers curling into the waistband of his pants. Before he leans down to kiss her again, he makes short work of her shirt as well and finally, finally, they're skin on skin.

The kiss is dirty and Clarke's grip on his hair turns almost painful when he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth. She has one hand behind her back, fumbling with something, and his dazed brain doesn't realize what she's trying to do until she pulls away an inch or so, letting her bra fall to the floor between them.

Bellamy wastes no time in trailing a hand up her side, thumb brushing the side of her bare beast before he flicks it over her nipple. She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back, and he takes the opportunity to trace kisses down her throat. The angle isn't right, though, so he turns them around so it's Clarke up against the door instead. Hooking his hands under her thighs, he lifts her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist, grinding his hips against hers and making them both moan with the friction.

He sets out on the path he abandoned a moment ago, pressing kisses against her throat, shoulder, collar bone, all the way down to her chest. He sucks a bruise into the side of her right breast, knowing that she'll kill him if he leaves a mark where Madi can see but overwhelmed with a need to show that she's his, caveman-esque as that may be. He sooths the spot with a kiss and then moves to her nipple, twirling his tongue around it before pulling it into his mouth, letting his teeth graze the now-hardened bud. Clarke's nails dig into his back, but the pain barely registers.

"Bedroom," she pants after a moment, and he reluctantly releases her breast so he can meet her eyes.

"Yeah?" he asks, wanting to make absolutely sure, and she nods impatiently.

There's a lantern lit in the fireplace, which he now vaguely registers for the first time, so the room is bathed in a golden glow that helps him navigate around the table and through the door into Clarke's bedroom. He leaves it open, to let the light into the room, and gently lays her down on the narrow cot.

"Off," she orders, tugging at his belt before moving to unbutton her own pants.

Bellamy happily complies, though he has some trouble with the button and has to focus for a moment to get it open. When he's finally gotten his pants and underwear off, he finds Clarke already naked on the bed, legs falling open slightly for him. He freezes for a moment, breathing hard, and just takes in the sight before him.

"Stop it," she mumbles after a while. "You're making me self-conscious."

"No." He shakes his head as he crawls onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs and bracing one hand beside her head. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Clarke rolls her eyes. "You're so corny."

Bellamy doesn't reply, just half-shrugs.

The moment has broken the frantic pace from just a few minutes ago, and he leans down to kiss her, slow and deep. She makes a content sound in the back of her throat and wraps an arm around his neck, pulling him down further.

He shifts so he's leaning on his elbow and covers her breast with his hand, squeezing lightly before he pinches her nipple a little, making her back arch off the bed. He doesn't linger, though, instead trailing down her stomach and lower, tracing a finger along her slit before slipping it inside, finding her wet and hot. Her hips buck slightly against his hand, and he curls his finger, finding that sweet spot deep inside her and making her moan into his mouth.

He keeps up the slow, deep strokes with one finger, then two, thumb brushing against her clit every few strokes and soon, Clarke's thrashing underneath him. She breaks the kiss, panting and eyes squeezed shut, as he feels the first tell-tale fluttering of her orgasm around his fingers.

"Please, please, please, I'm so…" she breaks off and gasps as he sucks a nipple into his mouth and presses his thumb harder against her clit, and then she's falling apart.

He lets her ride out the orgasm, removing his thumb after a moment but continuing the slow strokes of his fingers deep inside her. After a couple of minutes, she blinks up at him almost sleepily and he smiles.

"Good?" he asks, and she hums in affirmation, pulling him down for a kiss.

He willingly humors her for a few minutes, letting her catch her breath, before he breaks away. Again, he trails kisses down her throat to her chest, where he gives both breasts equal attention before venturing lower, dipping his tongue into her belly button and letting his teeth graze her hip bone. He's just pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh when he feels her hand wrap around his where it's resting on her stomach, and he looks up.

"Later," she says, voice husky, tugging him up. "We have all night. I want you inside me."

And, well, he's not going to say no to that, so he obediently crawls up her body, kissing her as he lines himself up with her entrance, coating his length with her juices.

He breaks the kiss after a moment, though, and keeps his eyes intent on her face as he slowly starts pushing into her. If he hadn't, he probably wouldn't have noticed her slight wince or sharp intake of air, but he does. And instantly freezes.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Am I hurting you?"

"I'm OK," she assures him quickly. "It's just… it's been a while, it's a little… uncomfortable."

He instantly feels like the biggest jerk on the planet. "Shit, I should have thought about that. Do you want to stop? We don't have to do this tonight, we can…"

"No, no, no, don't you dare," she cuts him off, her knees tightening around his hips, keeping him in place. "Just… give me a moment? And maybe take it slow?"

"I can do slow," he promises, capturing her lips in a kiss, carefully keeping still to avoid pushing deeper into her.

Clarke softens a little into the kiss, but he can tell that she's still really tense and he knows that just won't do.

"Relax, baby," he murmurs against her lips before kissing her nose, her cheek, her temple. "I've got you… let me make you feel good." He pulls her earlobe into his mouth for a moment, then moves to her throat, pressing kisses against the sensitive skin just below her ear, which earns him a gasp. Encouraged, Bellamy kisses his way along the underside of her jaw and repeats the motion on the other side.

He can feel her body slowly relaxing and trails a finger from her hip up her side, feeling goosebumps rise in its wake. His fingers are still sticky from her, and he circles her nipple lightly, spreading it there, before he dips his head down to pull the bud into his mouth and lick her taste off. Clarke lets out a low whine and he feels her fingers tighten in his hair.

When he lifts his head from her breast, she leans up for a kiss and he lets himself get lost in it. A few minutes later, he feels her shift her hips slightly underneath him, the movement pulling him infinitesimally deeper. He takes this as a silent sign that it's OK for him to move again, and pulls out slightly before pushing back in, just a little further than before.

"OK?" he murmurs against her lips, getting a frantic nod in return.

He keeps his thrusts slow, easing just a little bit further inside her with each one. Clarke's right hand is wrapped tightly around his upper arm, the other clutching at the sheet beneath her, but the low sounds she lets out each time he pushes deeper into her tells him it's not from pain.

When he's finally completely buried inside her, he stills for a moment to let both her and himself adjust to the new sensation.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he breathes, his forehead pressed against hers.

"Right back atcha," she mumbles, bending her knees a bit more to give her better leverage and pushing up against him.

Bellamy takes the hint and pulls out, almost all the way, before pushing back in, still keeping his movements slow but putting more force behind them.

"Oh God," she moans, hand scrabbling against the wall beside them for purchase.

He interlaces his fingers with hers, pushing first one of her hands and then the other up above her head and pinning them to the bed, holding himself up slightly on his elbows. The new position puts them flush against each other from hip to shoulder, their bodies slick with sweat and sliding together with ease. It also gives his thrusts a new angle where his pelvic bone grinds against Clarke's clit each time he pushes into her or pulls out, which drags a high-pitched keen from her.

"Like that, oh fuck, that feels so good."

He presses a hard kiss to her lips, swallowing her moans and letting her swallow his, as he picks up the pace just a little and puts a bit more force behind each thrust. She meets every one, her hands running along his back, nails scraping against his skin or briefly digging into it. The feeling, somewhere in the shadowland between pain and pleasure, pushes him faster towards his own climax and he knows that he won't last much longer, but he's determined to bring her over the edge once more before he falls apart himself.

The only warning of her orgasm he gets this time is her entire body going completely still for a split second, then she's pulsing around him, breaking the kiss and throwing her head back, a long, low moan escaping her lips.

Bellamy keeps up his movements as she shakes and trembles beneath him, burying his face against her throat and murmuring a litany of I love you, I love you, I love you into her skin.

When she finally comes down, she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper.

"Come on, Bell, let go for me, let me feel you," she whispers into his ear, and it only takes a handful of thrusts at this new angle before he heeds her request.

He has enough presence of mind to flip them over before collapsing completely, so he's on his back with Clarke half on top of him. For a long time, the only sound in the room is their ragged breaths as they slowly return to normal.

Clarke is the first to speak. "Well, that was almost worth the wait," she notes breathlessly.

Bellamy chuckles. "Just almost?"

She pushes herself up a little on one elbow and leans her chin against his chest, one hand sliding down his stomach. He sucks in a breath as her fingers dance lightly over his hip bone and her lips quirk up in a smile.

"The night's not over yet."

"I know girls have, like, a nonexistent recovery period, but I'm going to need at least another ten or fifteen minutes before I'm ready to go again."

She raises her eyebrows and keeps their eyes locked as she moves to press a kiss to his chest before letting her teeth brush lightly across his nipple, sending a spark through him.

"Is that a challenge?" she asks, and damn it if he doesn't feel himself harden slightly already.

"Not how I intended it, but feel free to take it that way," he tells her feebly as her hand trails lower, bypassing the spot where he wants it the most. A moment later, she drags blunt nails along the inside of his thigh.

"I think I will," she mumbles as she focuses her attention on his throat and chest, kissing, licking and nibbling her way across the skin. He's pretty sure there will be at least a couple of marks in the morning, but he already left his on her, so it's not like he can complain. And the thought is a bit of a turn-on, honestly. Her hand is still occupied further south, tracing patterns across his thigh, hip bones and stomach.

When she finally reaches her goal, he's already more than half-hard, and her finger trailing up his shaft makes his dick twitch in anticipation.

She doesn't wrap her hand around him, like he expected, though. Instead she pushes herself up further, meets his eyes and slips her finger into her mouth. He knows he's still covered in her juices, and seeing her suck them off her own finger is incredible erotic.

She's not done, though, and he's helpless to do anything other than just watch her as she lowers her lips to his chest again before making her way down his stomach. She maintains eye-contact the whole time, even as she finally twirls her tongue around the head of his dick before wrapping her lips around it. At that point, though, he has to squeeze his eyes shut against the intense feeling.

He buries a hand in her hair, fighting hard to not direct her movements, as she takes him as deep as he can. She pauses for a moment before sliding back up, repeating the motion, and Bellamy can't help but jerk his hips slightly in time with it. She hums in the back of her throat, the vibrations adding to the feeling, and then hollows her cheeks out, sucking him hard.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, and she releases him with a wet sound.

"Yes, please."

"Get up here then."

She laughs lowly as she shifts so she has one leg on either side of him. Her knee almost slides off the cot and Bellamy quickly wraps his hands around her thighs to keep her steady.

"This bed is definitely not made for two people," he notes.

"I don't know," Clarke replies, bracing her hands against his chest. "I think this is working nicely."

"Not ideal for sleeping, though."

She gives him a smile that's bordering on predatory. "Good thing I'm not planning on doing a lot of sleeping, then."

He groans as she grinds down on him, fingers tightening around her thighs. "Jesus, woman, you're going to be the death of me."

She just moans and repeats the motion. "I thought you said you needed another fifteen minutes?"

He's rock hard against her folds by now, which she must feel.

"I stand corrected," he manages to get out through gritted teeth.

"Oh, you definitely do."

She slips one hand between them to wrap around him, shifts her hips just slightly, and then she's sinking down on him, taking him in all the way in one fluid motion. She lets out an almost content sigh, head falling back slightly as she stills for a moment to get situated.

It might be the hottest thing he's ever seen – Clarke straddling him, mouth slightly open and breasts heaving with her deep breaths, nails digging into his skin just a little where her hands are braced against his chest.

Yeah, she might be the death of him.

But what a way to go.

AN: Right, there we go – I hope it was worth the wait! It's been a while since I wrote sex scenes, so if you liked it, do let me know, reviews are always appreciated and do wonders to quiet writer's doubts!