AN: OK, first of all, apologies for the Trig in this chapter – there's a reason I've avoided using any up until now, but I felt like this was needed. Another apology right away – I'm going on holiday with my family next week, celebrating my Mom's 60th birthday, and to avoid caving and working, I'm leaving my computer at home, which means I won't be updating on Wednesday this coming week. I'm back Sunday evening, so I'll try to update then, but it might be Monday, so sorry about the delay!

The second half of this chapter is mainly smut, really… I mean, there's some plot in there, but it's basically just sex. And considering where the story's at, that does mean pregnancy sex. You have been warned ;)

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

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"Get some of those blue berries?"

Bellamy gives Clarke a thumbs up to show that he's heard her, before turning back to the counter where the food is set up.

"She has you wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?" an amused voice says to his left, and he turns to find one of Clarke's medical apprentices, Leni.

He laughs with a nod. "She does, not even going to try to deny that."

Leni smiles and reaches out to pat him lightly on the arm. "It is nice to see someone who does not try to hide it. Many would, I think. It is apparent how much you love her."

"Then I guess I'm doing something right."

She laughs and moves down along the counter, grabbing some fruit for the bowl in her hand.

"It is rare to find that kind of love," she says after a moment, giving him a sad smile that tells him she knows something about that herself. Maybe she lost someone in Praimfaya, or the last war. "My people, Delfikru, used to call it won keryon."

"One soul," he translates.

"One soul in two bodies," Leni says with another smile before turning to leave with her food.

"One soul in two bodies," Bellamy repeats to himself as he grabs them some food. He likes that idea, it reminds him of the soulmate theory in Greek mythology, how humans were created with four arms and legs, and a head with two faces but split in two when the Gods thought they became too powerful, leaving one soul divided in two beings.

He returns to their table with the food, putting it down in front of Clarke before sitting down next to her. His arm slides around her waist almost of its own accord, his hand settling lightly against the side of her extended belly. The baby's moving around a lot these days, especially in the evenings, and he likes to feel the ripples against his palm. It's soothing, in a way, a constant reminder of the little life that will soon be joining them.

He'll admit that he's a little distracted, Leni's words running through his mind for the rest of the evening. Still, he doesn't think he deserves the smack to the arm that he gets from Raven as they leave the mess, Clarke a few feet ahead of them with Jordan and Octavia.

"Cut it out!" Raven hisses at him when he turns to her with a frown.

"Cut what out?" he asks, rubbing the spot on his arm where she hit him. She packs quite a punch.

"Whatever it is you've been doing all night," she snaps. "Clarke was already getting all emotional and stuff when you were talking to that girl. I tried to talk her down, but your thousand yard stare doesn't exactly help things."

Clarke's upset? How has he not noticed that, she's been right next to him all evening.

"Wait, why would me talking to Leni make Clarke upset?"

Raven rolls her eyes, as if it should be obvious. "It doesn't, not really. She's just hormonal and feeling extra pregnant and undesirable at the moment, I think."

"But…" he starts, but Raven cuts him off.

"I'm not the one you need to talk to! Madi's staying with Rhea tonight, right? So go show your girlfriend and the mother of your unborn child that she doesn't have to worry about random girls making googly eyes at you when she's weeks from giving birth."

"She wasn't…"

"I don't care. Go!" And with that, Raven gives him a shove towards Clarke, Jordan and Octavia some ways in front of them.

He picks up the pace and reaches them quickly, sliding in between Jordan and Clarke and wrapping his arm around her.

"Hey, Princess."

She gives him a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. How did he miss this? It's clear as day now that he knows. "Hey."

"You about ready to call it a night?" he asks, and she nods.

"We're out, guys," she says to the others. "See you tomorrow."

There's a round of goodnights and then they're alone in the semi-dark late spring evening. The walk home is short, as usual, and soon they're in the main room. Clarke immediately slumps down on the couch, reaching one hand around to rub at her lower back, which has been giving her more trouble as her belly's grown.

"Let me," he says, sitting down next to her and pushing her hand out of the way, digging the heel of his own hand into the muscles the way he knows she likes. Clarke lets out a content moan. "Better?"

She nods, head falling to the side and eyes sliding closed. He keeps up the massage and reaches for her hand, intertwining their fingers. She tenses a little, but doesn't pull away.

"Hey, you know…" he starts, not sure exactly how to broach the topic. He doesn't want her to feel embarrassed or think that he's downplaying her feelings. "You know how much I love you, right? You know I would never…"

She sighs, and he lets the sentence trail off. "Damn it, Raven."

"No, don't be mad at her," Bellamy says. "She just pointed out something that I would have picked up on myself if I wasn't a little distracted tonight."

Clarke ducks her head, eyes on the floor. "I noticed."

"Do you want to know why?" he asks. "Do you want to know what Leni and I talked about?"

"Bellamy, please…"

"She said that it was obvious to everyone how much I love you," he interrupts her, desperate to chase away the sad tint to her voice. "That you have me wrapped around your finger, and it's true. Everyone knows that. And I love it. And then she told me about something her people used to believe in, won keryon."

"One soul?" Clarke frowns.

"Yeah." He nods. "The Greeks had a similar theory, it might be easier if I explain that one, since I know it better."

That gets a small smile from her. "You and your ancient Greeks."

He ignores the jab and starts telling her about the myth. "So, when the Gods created the human race, every person had four arms, four legs and one head with two faces," he starts.

"Weird."

"Yeah. Anyway, Zeus thought that the humans were too powerful, so he split them in two. And that divided the soul in two, as well, so people would spend their entire lives looking for that other half."

"Like soulmates?" she asks, voice quiet.

"Exactly. Won keryon. One soul in two bodies. That's what you and me are, OK? And I would never, not in a million years, do anything to risk what we have, you have to know that."

He can hear that his voice has taken on a pleading note, but he doesn't care – she has to understand.

"I do," Clarke says, squeezing his hand. "I do, I promise. I just… it's the hormones, you know that they run away with me. I know you would never cheat on me, I don't want you to worry that I think that."

"OK, good." He nods, abandoning her back to be able to pull her closer, burying his face in her hair. "And you know that I want you, so much?"

She smiles a little. "I know that you love me."

"No. I mean, yes, of course I do, but that's not what I meant."

He wants to be able to look in her eyes, see that she really gets it, so he moves to the floor, nudging her legs apart a little so he can kneel between them. Resting his hands on her hips, he presses a kiss to her belly before looking up at her.

"I. Want. You. Every single day. You are still the sexiest woman I have ever known, OK?"

Clarke looks away from him. "Not like this."

"Especially like this." He cups her cheek in his hand and carefully turns her to face him. "It might be some sort of primal instinct or whatever, I don't know and I don't care, but seeing you like this, your belly growing with my baby, that's… I can't even explain what that does to me."

She blushes a little. "Really."

Bellamy pushes up so he can kiss her, deep and dirty, for a moment.

"Really."

"I kind of…" she pauses, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Well, his, there's no way her own clothes fit anymore, so she's taken to wearing his shirts and sweatpants. Another thing that's a huge turn-on for him. "I thought maybe you were just humoring me, since I want to have sex all the time."

"No, no, no, don't ever think that." He squeezes her hips before running his hands down her thighs. "I always want you. Always."

Clarke gives him a long, calculating look. "I'm not sure I believe you… maybe you need to show me."

He can tell by the slightly teasing note in her voice that she's just pulling his leg, which means she does believe him, but he's not going to turn down an invitation like that.

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, hooking his fingers in her pants and tugging them down a little. "Any… particular requests?"

She lifts her hips so he can pull her pants and underwear down. "What you're doing right now feels like a good start."

"Mmm," he agrees, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of her thigh as he tosses her pants across the room. He slides a hand under her shirt, up along her side to thumb her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Clarke arches her back against him and lets out a low moan. "This too." He lifts the shirt as far as he can reach, and she pulls it the rest of the way off, disposing of her bra at the same time.

Bellamy leans up to kiss her, and she sighs into his mouth. He stays there for a while, sliding one hand down to cup her breast and tease her nipple lightly. She spreads her legs a little wider, hooking her heels behind his thighs and urging him forward. Unfortunately, he can't get that much closer with her stomach between them, but they're skin on skin, and Clarke hums contently into the kiss.

He keeps things slow, running his hand up and down her side, pausing to let his fingers trace light circles around her nipple when he reaches her breast, and dipping between their bodies to slide them along her slit briefly before venturing back up. She's already wet, so next time he slides a finger inside her, curling it a little to get the perfect spot.

Clarke breaks the kiss as he does, her head falling back and her mouth opening in a gasp. He takes the opportunity to kiss down her throat, sucking lightly at the skin where he knows she's extra sensitive before moving on. He continues down her chest, keeping his mouth on the side of her breast as he grazes the nipple with his thumb – she's already started lactating a little, and while he doesn't think it's a big deal, it freaks her out a bit when he gets his mouth on her breasts.

Her hips are bucking slightly against his finger, so Bellamy keeps up the slow pace as he moves to her other breast before pressing soft kisses down her stomach.

When he reaches her hip bone, he settles down on his knees and slides his hand down Clarke's leg, before lifting it and hooking it over his shoulder. He does the same with her other leg, opening her up for him completely.

She's watching him through hooded eyes, both hands lightly grasping the blanket on the couch. He knows she usually likes to bury her fingers in his hair when he goes down on her, but she can't quite reach comfortably right now, with her belly in the way. He reaches up to take one of her hands in his, interlacing their fingers, and she gives his an appreciative squeeze.

Bellamy likes to build anticipation, so he doesn't dive right in, instead pressing open-mouthed kisses to the insides of Clarke's thighs, letting his tongue and teeth tease the sensitive skin while he rests his hand against her hip-bone and traces patterns there with his thumb. He rubs his chin lightly against the spot just below where her leg meets her pelvis, knowing she loves the slight rasp of his beard against the tender spot there. Her fingers tighten around his and a low keen escapes her.

He repeats the motion against her other thigh, moving up just slightly and letting his tongue dart out to get a first taste. Clarke tenses, her legs pressing against his back to pull him closer.

"Please…" she moans as he pulls away slightly, drawing the word out.

He's not trying to torture her, so he moves in closer, sliding his tongue along her slit in one long stroke before drawing circles on her clit with the tip. Her legs are locked in place over his shoulders, he couldn't get out of her grip if he wanted to – not that he does. When he repeats the motion of his tongue, her hips buck more violently against him, and he places his free hand against the top of her thigh, holding her down against the couch lightly.

"Easy," he murmurs against her thigh before pushing his tongue deeper inside her, really tasting her. After a while, he slides his hand around from her hip to rub his thumb just lightly over her clit, and Clarke whines loudly.

"Please, Bell, please I'm so close…"

He draws it out a little, just brushing his thumb against her clit in time with his tongue plunging into her a while longer, before switching it up and sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just a little at the same time as he presses his tongue harder against her clit before letting his teeth graze it.

She comes hard, with a broken off cry, her legs shaking against his shoulder, and he keeps his tongue light against her clit as the orgasm washes over her. When she starts coming down, he pulls his fingers out of her, wrapping his hand around his dick through his pants to get a little bit of friction himself.

Bellamy can feel when her climax finally wanes, her legs relaxing over his shoulders and her fingers going limp between his own.

"Wow, that was…"

"Good one?" he asks, looking up at her with a slightly smug expression on his face.

She smiles lazily. "Definitely top five."

"Not even on the podium?" He raises his eyebrows. "I can do better than that."

"Feel free."

He pushes himself up from the floor and holds out a hand to her.

"I'm not sure I can walk, honestly," Clarke says. "My legs are all jelly."

"OK then." He leans down and scoops her into his arms, making her shriek.

"Put me down! You'll break your back."

Bellamy huffs. "Please, Princess, give me some credit. You've got nothing on the logs we hauled for construction."

He carries her into their bedroom and puts her down on the floor before leaning in to kiss her.

She pushes up on her toes to deepen the kiss, wrapping one arm around his neck. "One of us is a little overdressed for this," she murmurs against his lips after a moment, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He pulls away from her briefly to be able to take it off and she runs her hands up his chest. "Much better."

"I aim to please," he says before claiming her lips again, running his hands down her sides to settle on her hips, his fingers digging slightly into the flesh of her butt.

She returns the kiss for a moment before breaking it and pressing her lips against his shoulder, one hand sliding down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. "You want me to… return the favor?" she asks, voice husky. "Get you all worked up too."

He waits as she slips her hand into his pants and boxers and wraps her fingers around him before responding. "Does it feel like I need to get worked up more?"

She tightens her grip on him and tugs once, twice, and Bellamy has to squeeze his eyes shut.

"Definitely not," she concludes. "Still…"

"Maybe later," he grinds out, unbuttoning the pants and pushing them down his legs. "Right now, I need to be inside you."

She kisses him again before crawling onto the bed, getting on her hands and knees in the middle.

They've had to be a little creative in this department lately, with Clarke's belly in the way for some of the more traditional positions and her usually too tired to be on top. It's not that Bellamy doesn't enjoy this one, but right now he wants a little more intimacy than it offers.

"Lay down on your side," he instructs her as he sits down on the edge of the bed, and she does with a frown, facing him. "Other way."

She rolls over so she's facing away from him, and he lays down behind her.

"This OK?" he asks, pushing her hair away from the side of her throat and placing a kiss there.

"Yeah," she replies, reaching back to slide her hand into his hair.

Bellamy runs a hand along her thigh before sliding it around to the juncture between her thighs and slipping a finger inside her. She's still wet from her orgasm earlier, but he teases her, grinding his hips against her backside in time with the slide of his fingers, and within minutes, they're both breathing hard.

Clarke arches her back, her butt pushing back against him, and he pulls his finger out of her to position his dick between her cheeks, pushing forward to slide against her wetness. She moans when the tip hits her clit, and he repeats the motion until she's panting. Reaching between them, he guides himself into her slowly, pausing when he's as deep as he can get in this position.

"Still good?" he murmurs in her ear as he pulls out a little before pushing back in, this time with a little more force.

"Yes, oh God, right there," she gasps as he bottoms out, her fingers tightening in his curls almost painfully.

"There?" He thrusts again, realizing he must be hitting her G spot and making a decision that this position is definitely staying in their regular repertoire even after the baby's born.

It's not long before she's clenching around him, and Bellamy's so worked up, both from earlier and from listening to Clarke's moans and whimpers that she pulls him along over the edge.

Once he feels her muscles calm down around him, he carefully pulls out of her, moving back a little so she can roll onto her back.

"Well, we're definitely doing that again," she notes with a sigh.

He chuckles and leans in for a kiss. "I was thinking the same thing. I think that's the first time I've made you come without any… external stimulation, right?"

"Uh-huh. I honestly didn't think that was even possible, but God…" She returns the kiss for a moment, nothing too fancy, just a slow slide of lips. "That was amazing."

"Oh yeah. So… top three?" She lets out a laugh and he relishes in the sound.

"Definitely top three."

They stay like that for a while, as Clarke's eyes get heavier and heavier. Eventually, she lets out a deep sigh that Bellamy has learned means she's just about to fall asleep, so he gets up to retrieve Clarke's clothes from the main room – Madi might decide to come home early in the morning and while she obviously knows they're having sex, that's no reason to be obvious about it – and put out the lanterns in both rooms before getting into bed again and pulling the comforter over both of them. When they've settled into their usual sleeping position – the same as earlier, in fact – he slides his hand around to rest on her belly the way he always does these days. The usual evening activity seems to have slowed in there, and he just feels a small nudge against his hand.

"So are we OK?" he asks quietly, burying his face against Clarke's shoulder.

Her hand comes to rest on top of his. "We're wonderful."