AN: Hey guys, updating a little early this week since I won't be home tomorrow. We're picking up where we left off in the last chapter, or almost – the next morning, anyway – so if you're not into smut, skip ahead to the first break (which is indicated by -100-) and you should be good!

As always, I don't own anything relating to The 100

-17-

They do fall asleep at some point, despite the narrow cot, though it's probably well into the small hours. Clarke's the first to wake up in the morning, on her side dangerously close to the edge of the cot and with Bellamy's chest about an inch from her nose. Her comforter is spread over both of them, enclosing them in their own little warm bubble in the otherwise cool room. As far as she remembers, it ended up on the floor pretty early on last night, so Bellamy must have gotten it after she fell asleep and covered them up.

She moves her head a little so she can look up at him, taking in his features deep in sleep. He looks younger like this, beard notwithstanding, with the almost constant worry-lines along his forehead smoothed out, mouth slightly open and not set in a tense line.

She stretches as much as she can without falling off the cot, wincing slightly at the soreness between her legs. She's sure it'll be a few days before it passes, but it's a just slightly uncomfortable reminder of an amazing night, so she'll gladly take it. Hopefully her body will get used to it when last night's activities become more of a regular part of her life, which she's really hoping they will.

"Morning." Bellamy's gravelly voice lets her know that he's awake too.

"Morning," she replies, tilting her head up for a kiss which he returns lazily for a moment.

"Mm, morning breath," he notes.

"Don't care."

He pulls away slightly, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I wasn't talking about me."

Clarke swats at his chest but he just laughs before going in for another kiss, this time tracing his tongue along the seam of her lips and deepening the kiss when she willingly opens up for him.

She sighs into the kiss, sliding her hand up his chest to wrap around his neck and inches forward, feeling his morning wood press against her thigh. Bellamy's hand, which had been resting against her waist over the comforter, slips under it, his fingers trailing down her side, where the touch makes goosebumps appear, and around her back before he pulls her flush against him and wedges a knee between her legs. She grinds against him, nails digging into his scalp at the slight burn the friction causes.

Which he of course notices.

"How're you feeling today?" he asks against her lips.

"Amazing," she replies, sliding her foot along his leg.

"Not too sore?" he insists.

She considers brushing it off for a moment, knowing that he'll make a big deal out of it if she lets him, but ultimately decides against it. She doesn't want to lie to him, not even about little things like this.

"A little," she admits, feeling him tense under her touch. She quickly continues, before he can pull away. "But it's a good kind of sore."

He shifts back a little to be able to give her a doubtful look. "A good kind?"

Clarke doesn't let his dubious tone discourage her, instead sliding her hand down his neck to his shoulders, where she's pretty sure she left some scratch marks at some point in the night. She runs her nails just lightly over the slight welts and hears him suck in a breath as his dick twitches against her thigh.

"OK, I guess I see what you mean," he admits grudgingly. "But you have to tell me if it gets to be too much, OK? I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, I promise," she murmurs against his lips before claiming them in another kiss, deep and dirty.

Bellamy's hand flexes against her back briefly before sliding around to her ribcage. He pulls the comforter down to expose her chest before brushing his thumb against her nipple, which has already pebbled in the cool air. Her back arches against his touch almost of its own accord, and he plays lazily with her breast, letting a blunt fingernail graze over the bud.

Within a minute of his focused attention, Clarke's breath is coming in ragged gasps and she has to break the kiss to suck in some much needed air. She feels Bellamy's lips press against her chin, trailing down her throat, and then he's sucking her nipple into his mouth and she can't help the whine that escapes her at the feeling of his mouth around her.

Needing to be even closer to him, she slides her leg up to hitch around his hip. The cover gets in the way a little, her foot tangling in it, and she kicks at it, quickly dismissing it to the floor and letting the air cool her overheated sin. When she finally gets her leg wrapped around him, she feels his quickly hardening dick brush against her curls. He moans against her breast at the feeling, but doesn't remove his mouth, carefully teasing her nipple with his teeth as he slides his hand down her stomach and slips a finger inside her.

The double sensation of his mouth hot and wet on her breast and his finger curling into that sweet spot inside her is almost too much and Clarke has to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

Bellamy apparently interprets the slight tension in her body as a sign of pain, because he lifts his head to give her a concerned look. "OK?" he asks breathlessly, worry tinting his voice.

She pushes her hips against his hand, which stilled with his question, to get him to start moving his finger again. "So, so good," she assures him before pulling him up for a kiss.

Fortunately, he takes the hint and she feels him slip his finger out of her, grazing her clit briefly before pushing it into her again, and her hips jerk forward.

"So wet," he murmurs against her lips as he adds another finger, voice almost amazed.

His thumb settles over her clit, rubbing in slow circles, and Clarke can already feel her orgasm coming on. But she wants more, wants him inside her when it washes over her, remembering him mumbling how much he loves feeling her coming around his dick at some point during the night. So she tugs his hand away, making Bellamy pull away to frown down at her. She doesn't offer any explanation, simply pushes her heel against his back, urging him closer, and slips a hand between them. He's more than hard enough beneath her fingers and she rubs her thumb over the head, spreading the wetness there and watching as his mouth falls open and his eyes roll back a little at the feeling, before positioning him at her entrance and bucking her hips slightly, which pushes just the head of him inside her.

He takes over from there, easing into her slowly until he's completely buried inside her. They let out simultaneous moans as he bottoms out, and Clarke lets her eyes fall shut for a moment.

It's lazy and unhurried, the position and narrow cot limiting their movements but making it intimate in a way she can't quite put her finger on. They're skin to skin from head to toe, Clarke's outstretched leg pressed against Bellamy's, her bent leg wrapped around his hips, directing his movements slightly, and their upper bodies pressed together to the point where she's not sure where she ends and he begins.

Their eyes are locked together, mouths a fraction of an inch apart, breathing synched so when she exhales, he inhales the breath she just released and vice versa.

Clarke's orgasm was already building deep inside her, so when he somehow manages to get a hand between them to rub at her clit, it doesn't take much to send her flying over the edge.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God…" she gasps, eyes squeezed shut, Bellamy's mouth latching onto a particularly sensitive spot on her throat and intensifying the swells washing over her. She feels his hand wrap around her thigh, pulling her leg even higher against his hip, changing the angle slightly and allowing him to push deeper into her. Before the last wave of her own climax fades, his thrusts turn rough and sloppy, and then she feels him pulsing deep inside her.

They don't move as they both come down, Clarke's leg still thrown over his hip. She feels him soften inside her, and he makes a move to shift away and pull out, but she lets out a disgruntled sound and tightens her leg around him. He chuckles a little, but stays where he is, his hand trailing up her back to wrap lightly around her neck so he can tuck her head against his chest. A moment later, she feels a soft kiss against her hair and responds by pressing one against his collar bone.

"OK, morning sex," Bellamy says when they're both breathing normally again, "definitely top three so far."

"Oh yeah," she agrees. It might even be her favorite.

Every single time their bodies were joined together during the night – she's lost count by now – was amazing, and at one point he made her come so hard she swears she blacked out for a moment. But there's something about the early morning light through the cracks around the closed shutter in the bedroom that makes this more, somehow. More special, more intense, more intimate. As if making love in the light of day makes them official, which she knows is ridiculous. But Bellamy's tracing slow patterns along her side with one finger, shifting back a little to be able to seek her lips out for a slow, leisurely kiss, and she thinks that maybe he feels it too.

-100-

In the end, it's Clarke's stomach rumbling angrily that gets them out of bed. It's Sunday, or the day they've decided to call Sunday, anyway, and almost everyone in the settlement has the day off. There's no construction work, no hunting parties going out, only essential tasks like cooking and, if need be, medical treatments taking place, but Clarke has already cleared it with her mom that she has the day off. She's not completely sure when Madi plans on leaving Raven and Shaw's, they didn't agree on anything yesterday, but she trusts her friend to be able to deter any attempts at returning home too early.

They scour the cabin for the clothes discarded last night and when they're both presentable – Bellamy has a hickey that's just peeking out above the collar of his shirt, but there's not much they can do about that now, Clarke just makes a mental note to keep them contained further south in the future – they leave the cabin and head off towards the mess hall.

"I was thinking…" he starts as they walk, squeezing her hand. "I have an extra cot in my tent that's not doing much good just sitting there, I could maybe move it up here to your place, give us a bit more space?"

It's not like she thought last night was a one-time thing, but hearing him talk about a future still makes Clarke's heart soar.

"That sounds like a good idea," she agrees. "I mean, not that I mind sleeping mostly on top of you, but it's probably not ideal in the long run. And we won't have to worry about falling out of bed, which would be a bonus."

"Mm-hm," he hums in assent, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss. "So do you want to wait and do that the next time Madi's having a sleepover at Raven's or your mom's…" He lets the question trail off, and Clarke sighs.

She's definitely glad they waited until Madi was out of the house this first time – she was able to let go and get caught up in the moment and Bellamy in a way she knows she wouldn't have been able to if the girl had been asleep on the other side of the cabin – but it's not like every night will be like this, especially if they settle into some kind of routine with regular sex. She can sense that Bellamy's nervous next to her, his grip on her hand tense, waiting for her answer, and she knows he won't push it if she does say that she thinks that's the best course of action.

"Madi's a smart kid," she says finally. "Even if Raven, in some insane stroke of luck, didn't let anything slip last night, I'm sure she's figured it out on her own."

Bellamy turns her around so they're face to face, pulling her closer with a hand on her lower back.

"Thank God," he sighs. "I mean, it's up to you, you know that, I would never go against what you think is best for Madi or try to push you into something you're not comfortable with, but I really wasn't looking forward to having to wait another week or two or even longer before I get you all to myself again."

"Mmm, me neither. Good thing we won't have to then," Clarke says, standing up on her toes to kiss him. "We'll just have to, you know, keep the volume down a bit when she is home."

He chuckles against her lips. "I'll do my best not to make you scream too loudly," he promises, voice low, a hand slipping underneath her shirt to tease the skin at her side.

"Oh, that one's definitely a two-way street." She deepens the kiss, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and letting her teeth graze it, to drive the point home.

"Jesus Christ!"

Murphy's voice makes them jump apart and Clarke turns to find him and Emori a few feet away. Right, they're out in the open in the middle of the settlement. They're probably lucky Madi didn't catch them.

Murphy shakes his head. "You two have been cooped up in your cabin for the last twelve hours," he says drily. "Shouldn't you be all fucked out for at least a little while?"

"Leave them alone, John," Emori admonishes him. "They're in the honeymoon phase, you know what that's like."

"I'm pretty sure we spent our honeymoon phase in the wasteland, robbing unsuspecting passersby," Murphy notes.

"Mm, good times."

Clarke's pretty sure their definitions of 'good times' don't exactly match. She's also pretty sure she's just a little bit afraid of Emori.

They continue together to the mess, which is still full of people despite it being late morning, everyone taking their time to enjoy breakfast on their day off. Raven, Madi and Shaw are already seated at their regular table, along with Jordan, who usually joins them for at least one meal a day.

"Morning, kiddo," Clarke greets Madi, ruffling her hair. "Did you have a good sleepover with Raven?"

"It was great!" the girl gushes. "We did everything Raven said, even painted each other's nails." She holds out her hands to show Clarke, and sure enough, her nails are tainted a purplish color.

"That's nice," Clarke replies, giving Raven a questioning look.

"It's just some of those blue berries mixed with some grease," Raven tells her in a reassuring voice. "It'll probably wear off during the day, but we had fun."

"I'm glad," Clarke says, offering her friend a smile. "OK, I'm going to grab some breakfast."

"Get me some too?" Bellamy asks, and she nods, leaning down for a kiss before heading off to the line in the middle of the room to the counter where food is handed out.

"Good morning." Her mom's voice makes Clarke look up.

"Hi, Mom. How's the flu situation?"

"It's under control," Abby assures her. "No new cases in two days, so hopefully we're through the worst. No need for you to come in on your day off."

"OK, good, but let me know if you do need help."

"I will, but not today. If something does come up, I can get Jackson, construction's down for the day anyway." She glances over Clarke's shoulder at the table she left a moment ago and a small smile tugs at her lips. "I'm sure Bellamy wouldn't appreciate me stealing you away on your first day off together."

Clarke can't help the blush that spreads up her throat at that. This is her mom – Abby might have given Clarke the birds and the bees talk when she was eleven, complete with diagrams that had made her red like a tomato, but she's not sure she'll ever be OK discussing that part of her life with her mom. They haven't really been able to sit down and talk in the last week and a half, with Clarke getting sick and Abby busy in the med bay with the other flu cases, and then even more sick people keeping both of them swamped once Clarke did start working again, so she hasn't actually come out and told her mom that she and Bellamy are a thing now. Still, she's pretty sure word must have gotten around to her, with the way some of the people in the settlement like to gossip.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad you two managed to work things out in the end," her mom continues before Clarke has a chance to say anything.

"Thanks, Mom." A thought occurs to her and she continues with her eyes slightly narrowed. "But don't think I don't know about you being in on Raven and Murphy's little bet."

Abby's eyes widen slightly. "Ah, that. I don't suppose I can claim peer pressure?"

They've reached the food counter by now and Clarke puts some fruit and berries in one bowl, bypassing the meat – she thinks it's a little too heavy so early in the morning – and grabbing two bowls of a type of porridge they've started making using a kind of root that's apparently very rich in vitamins and tastes surprisingly good.

"Nice try, Mom," she says when she's maneuvered so she can carry all three bowls back to the table.

"It was worth a shot," Abby replies. "I really am happy for you, though, I hope you know that, honey."

Her hands are full, so Clarke leans in to give her mom a kiss on the cheek. "I do, but thanks for saying it anyway. Have a good day, OK, and I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure thing."

She makes her way back to their table, depositing the bowls on it before sitting down in the seat Bellamy's saved for her next to him.

"Everything OK with your mom?" he asks quietly and she nods.

"Yeah, fine. She's got the flu situation under control and promised she won't call me in today."

"Whatever will we do with all that free time?"

The question is loaded, and Clarke can feel the electricity surging between them.

Raven clears her throat pointedly, and Clarke reluctantly tears her eyes from Bellamy's to turn to the mechanic.

"Madi and I were talking about going down to the lake," she says. "Right, Madi?"

"Oh yeah," Madi says, nodding quickly. "Will you come with us, please? It might be the last day it's warm enough to go swimming…"

Clarke's gut reaction is to say no, Madi's just gotten over the flu and she doesn't want to risk her getting sick again. Even if the water is still pretty warm and the day is sunny so far, that can change quickly. But the hopeful smile on the girl's face gives her pause.

"Sure, that sounds like fun," she agrees, glad that she did when Madi whoops.

"Absolutely," Bellamy adds. "We'll even pack a picnic and have lunch down there, sound good?"

"Yes!" Madi exclaims.

"But you have to promise to get out of the water when I tell you, OK?" Clarke continues, giving the girl a stern look. "I don't want you getting sick again."

"OK, fine," she agrees with an exaggerated eye-roll.

They end up inviting Octavia, Miller and Jackson as well, and soon enough they're heading down the hill to the lake, a couple of baskets of food and one full of blankets in tow.

They lay the blankets some ways from the water, and Clarke promptly flops down on one of them, stretching out on her back. Raven claims the blanket next to her while Madi immediately strips down to a tank top and shorts and takes off into the water. The bottom slopes downwards and about fifteen yards from the beach, she's at shoulder height.

"Not any further!" Clarke yells after her, which Madi of course ignores.

"You're such a mom," Raven chuckles beside her. "She can swim, right? She'll be fine."

"Old habits die hard, I guess." Clarke shrugs. She still remembers teaching Madi to swim in the small lake in the valley back on Earth, how terrified the girl was the first time they ventured into the deeper water, how she wouldn't let go of Clarke, her legs clamped around Clarke's waist like a vice.

"Aren't you two coming in?" Shaw asks as he and Bellamy stop in from of them. Shaw has already removed his shirt and pants and drops them at the edge of Raven's blanket.

"We're good here for a while," Raven replies. "I want to enjoy the sun for a bit, warm up."

"You know that'll only make the water colder once you do get in, right?" Bellamy asks, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it at Clarke. She catches it easily, bunching it up and putting it under her head as a makeshift pillow.

Raven's eyes rake over Bellamy's bare chest before she turns to Clarke. "Damn, girl!"

For a moment, Clarke's speechless – is Raven seriously checking out Bellamy in front of Clarke herself and Raven's own boyfriend? But then she remembers that it's nothing Raven hasn't seen before, and her eyes fall to the handful of purplish hickeys that adorn Bellamy's skin. She immediately feels the heat rising in her cheeks.

"Hey, boyfriend right here," Shaw objects, waving a hand in the air.

Raven blows him a kiss. "Relax, babe, I was just checking out my girl's handiwork." She wiggles her eyebrows at Bellamy. "Wild night, Blake?"

"Bite me, Reyes," he retorts before discarding his pants as well and heading into the water after Madi. Shaw throws Raven another quizzical look before following.

Raven turns to Clarke with a mischievous look on her face. "Looks like somebody already did."

Clarke buries her face in her hands. "Cut it out, Raven," she begs, but Raven just chuckles.

"What? I'm just glad you two… enjoyed the kid-free night I helped made happen is all."

They definitely did…

"So…" the mechanic continues after a moment. "I don't want details or anything, but scale of one to ten…"

Clarke lets her hands fall to the blanket and stares up at the sky above them, snippets of last night flashing through her mind.

"Eleven. Definitely eleven. And not even because it's literally been ages."

Raven nods thoughtfully. "No, I get it. I mean, it's been a while but I'd definitely give him a solid eight and a half, maybe even a nine, but… it's different, when it's with someone you…"

She doesn't complete the sentence, but Clarke knows what she means.

"Definitely," she agrees, and they exchange a knowing smile before turning to the lake, where Bellamy, Madi, Shaw and Miller are chasing each other around in the water. As they watch, Bellamy catches Madi, wraps his hands around her waist and tosses her into the air. Her happy shriek as she splashes back into the water a couple of feet away makes the smile on Clarke's face widen.

It's a good day.