AN: Right, picking up where we left off, so a bit of smut at the beginning. If that's not your thing, you can skip ahead to the first break!
As always, I don't own anything relating to The 100
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Bellamy wakes up with hair in his mouth and morning light streaming in through the still open bedroom door. For a moment, he panics, wondering why the baby hasn't woken them up during the night, but then his brain catches up and he remembers – Damon's with Abby and Kane.
He pushes Clarke's hair out of his face, exposing her neck, and presses a kiss to her spine.
"Mmmm," she murmurs, still half-asleep, pushing her back against him. He feels his already half-hard dick twitch in response, and slips a hand around to palm her breast.
"Good morning," he whispers in her ear before placing another kiss on her throat, her shoulder, her back.
"It certainly is," she replies with a throaty chuckle, and he jerks his hips against her. "I can't believe we fell asleep… oh, wait, yes I can."
"Yeah, not that surprising… but I seem to remember morning sex being one of our favorites," he notes, sliding his hand lower to find her already wet. He slips one finger inside her, earning a low moan as her hips buck against his hand.
"I might need… some reminding," she says, voice slightly breathless which counters some of the teasing tone.
"Oh really?"
If that's not a challenge, he doesn't know what is. And Bellamy Blake does not back down from a challenge.
He returns his attention to her throat and neck, sucking a bruise into her shoulder before letting his teeth graze the tendon in the side of her throat. Clarke's hand slides into his hair, tightening around his curls, and he slips another finger inside her, running his thumb over her clit briefly. Her hips snap forward for more friction, but he moves his thumb away.
"Tease," she grinds out, her fingers tugging almost painfully on his curls, and he chuckles.
"Just trying to… draw things out," he tells her, pulling her earlobe into his mouth, thumb grazing her clit again, earning a low whimper.
He ignores her impatient tugs on his hair and the bucking of her hips, focusing on getting his mouth and tongue and teeth everywhere he can reach while keeping up a slow pace with his fingers. He's almost painfully hard by now and shifts as close as he can behind her, moving his hips in time with his finger so his dick slides between their bodies, slick with sweat, giving him some friction. Clarke's hand abandons his hair to move down and try to get between them and wrap around him, probably to get him to cave, but they're skin on skin and her fingers end up clutching at his hip instead.
Finally, when she's panting and her nails are digging into his skin, he adds a bit more pressure on her clit and curls his fingers just a little, hitting the sweet spot deep inside her. He feels the first tell-tale signs of her orgasm around his fingers, but slips them out of her before she topples over the edge.
"Bellamy…" Clarke whines.
He moves back a little so he can reach between them to position his dick at her entrance and then pushes into her slowly, his mouth right next to her ear. "I want to feel you coming around me."
She shivers at his words and then stops breathing for a moment, as he sinks deeper, not sucking in a ragged breath until he's completely buried inside her.
It only takes two thrusts and Bellamy's index finger back on her clit before she's clenching uncontrollably around him, lips pressed tightly together but still letting out little whimpers as the swells wash over her. He feels his own climax closing in as well and pulls out of her almost completely as she comes back down, to last a little longer.
"Oh God," Clarke murmurs after a moment, her hand closing around his wrist and pulling his finger away from her clit. "Too much."
He chuckles against her shoulder but obediently slides his hand up her stomach until he reaches her breast, which he squeezes once before flicking a finger over her nipple.
"And here I was hoping to beat our record," he says in her ear, thrusting forward to sink deep inside her again. He's made her come three times in this position before following her into oblivion on one previous occasion, and he's feeling good about topping that today.
"Fuck," she hisses, but her hips buck back against him, her fingers sliding into his hair again, pulling his mouth to her throat. "Feel free to try, please…"
Knowing he won't last much longer himself, Bellamy picks up the pace a little, sucking a bruise into the skin just behind her ear as he twirls her nipple between his fingers. When her fingers curl harder into his hair and her walls begin fluttering around him again, he abandons the hardened bud to press a finger hard against her clit, and she comes with a cry she's unable to hold back.
He has every intention of riding out her orgasm again, but before he can even pull out all the way, the clenching of her muscles pull him along over the edge and he buries a groan against her throat as he spills deep inside her.
They lay completely still for a long moment, the only thing moving their chests as their breathing and heartbeats slowly return to normal.
"Damn, I was really hoping to crush that record," he says when he's finally breathing somewhat normally again, and Clarke chuckles.
"It's still two to one, so I'm coming out on top either way," she notes, shifting forward slightly so he slips out of her before rolling around so she's facing him.
"Hi there," he mumbles as she moves closer, hitching a leg around his hips so they're skin on skin.
"Hi." She leans forward, pressing her lips to his and he buries a hand in her hair.
They kiss lazily for a long moment, just lips sliding together at first. Then Clarke trails her hand down his back, dragging it back up and letting her nails scrape along his spine, making him shiver and press closer, his dick twitching a little again.
"Mmmm," she murmurs against his lips as she feels it, shifting her hips a little to drag her folds against his slowly hardening length.
Bellamy tugs lightly on her hair, pulling her lips from his and tilting her head back so he can kiss her throat. "Really making use of our time alone, huh?"
"You better believe it…" She gasps as he nips a little at the sensitive skin just below her chin. "Oh, God…"
She slips a hand between them, wrapping her fingers around his growing erection, working him slowly until he's fully hard again before angling her hips and guiding him back inside her.
"Fuck," he murmurs against her throat as he bottoms out, her muscles tensing around him for a moment. "Feels fucking amazing."
"Uh-huh," she agrees, only half-coherently, pulling him up so she can kiss him.
Their tongues battle for dominance as the kiss turns dirtier and they rock together slowly, not yet chasing release, simply enjoying being together. Clarke slides her hand around his waist and up his back, digging her nails into his shoulder, and he hisses into her mouth before pinching her nipple lightly, getting a moan in return.
He remembers their very first night together, their lazy lovemaking just like this in the morning, and he wants to draw it out, he really does. But then she shifts a little, pulling him even deeper, and arches her back so he just has to move a few inches to be able to suck her nipple into his mouth, and soon their movements turn hurried and sloppy. Bellamy can tell he won't last much longer this time around, not so soon after his previous climax, but he does manage to bring her over the edge, finger tracing tight circles against her clit.
"God, I love watching you come," he murmurs against her lips moments before he falls over himself.
He wants nothing more – and he's pretty sure Clarke's of the same opinion – than to spend the rest of the day in bed, but at the same time, this is the longest they've been away from the baby since he was born.
Clarke's the one to cave first, which actually surprises him.
"Want to grab some breakfast and go pick Damon up from Mom and Marcus?" she suggests when they're catching their breaths for the third time an hour or so later.
"I thought you'd never ask."
-100-
They say that it takes a village to raise a child, and while Bellamy's not sure that's accurate, they definitely have a village to help with Damon. Everyone, it seems, wants to babysit, loves bringing little presents for him or just hold him for a few minutes in the mess hall during breakfast or dinner.
It certainly makes things easier for him and Clarke, being able to get a babysitter at a moment's notice, and they actually manage to get some alone-time a couple of times a month.
Life slowly returns to normal. Or as close to normal as it can be with a baby in the house, anyway. When Damon is five months old, Bellamy goes back to working down at the farm, preparing for winter and next spring, and Clarke to the med bay. They alternate days so one of them is always with the baby, leaving him with Abby or Raven or Octavia usually one day a week. Bellamy has loved the last few months, the three of them home together all day, in their own little bubble, but he realizes that he and Clarke might need at least a little time apart to avoid driving each other crazy in the long run.
He's the one home one day when Madi gets back from her classes, silently sitting down at the table with him where he's reading while Damon naps in his crib. She doesn't say anything, so after a moment, he puts the book away and looks up at her.
She's biting her lip, eyes on the table between them, and Bellamy frowns.
"You OK, kiddo? Did something happen?" he asks, and Madi raises her eyes to his.
"No, everything's fine," she replies, though she's still worrying her lip between her teeth. "I've just been thinking…"
"Oh yeah?"
She seems a little hesitant, and he doesn't want to push, so he just waits her out.
"I was thinking…" she starts again after a moment. "It's going to be kind of confusing for Damon if I call you and Clarke by your names, right?"
Bellamy feels his heartrate pick up a little at her question, thinking, or maybe hoping, that he knows where this is going.
"It might be," he admits, keeping his voice carefully neutral to not give away his own feelings on the matter. "But we can explain everything to him when he's older, it's not something you need to worry about."
She nods. "I know, but… would it maybe be OK if I… if I called you guys Mom and Dad? I know you're not really, I still remember my parents, but… you're kind of my adopted parents, right?"
He reaches over the table to squeeze her hand, trying not to show how much her question gets to him. He was expecting her to maybe suggest she call Clarke Mom, but he was unprepared for being wrapped up in the parental duo. "Of course we are. And if you want to do that, it's completely up to you, OK?"
"Do you think Clarke would be OK with it?"
The fact that she even thinks she has to ask is, quite frankly, ridiculous. If he's happy about this, Clarke will be completely ecstatic.
"I think Clarke is going to be over the moon," he replies honestly. "I know she sometimes worries that she hasn't been the best parental figure to you, so she'll be thrilled."
Madi frowns. "She does? But she's the best mom ever."
"See, you know that and I know that, heck…" he's making a real effort to keep his swearing to a minimum, "… even Damon knows that, but Clarke… she can have some issues with how she sees herself sometimes."
They all do, occasionally, but Clarke's a master at selling herself short and downplaying everything she's done to get them all where they are today. Especially when it comes to Madi.
"So I should ask her?"
"Definitely."
Clarke gets home a little later, giving Madi a bone crushing hug before scooping Damon out of Bellamy's arms and covering his face in kisses, making him laugh out loud – a sound he's been making more and more lately and that Bellamy never tires of hearing.
"How was everyone's day?" she asks once she's sat down at the table with the baby in her lap.
"Mine was great, we were hanging out with Raven all afternoon," he says. "Madi?"
"It was good," the girl says. "Actually, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."
Clarke immediately frowns, assuming it's something bad just like he had. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Madi quickly assures her. "I was just thinking, and then Bellamy and I were talking… do you think it would be OK if I called you guys Mom and Dad? I figured it might help Damon figure out that's what you are."
For a moment, Clarke's frozen. Then her eyes begin to tear up.
"Really?" she asks, voice thick.
"Yeah." Madi nods. "And you guys are sort of my parents anyway, I… I want to. If it's OK with you."
"Of course it is," Clarke says, wiping at her eyes.
"Don't cry!" Madi exclaims, looking alarmed.
"They're happy tears," Clarke replies. "I'm still hormonal, dam… darn it!"
-100-
And life goes on. Soon, they're well into their second winter, even milder and rainier than the first, on this new planet, which has finally gotten a name – Gemini, after the Zodiac sign, a reference to the twin suns the planet circles. Everyone who wanted to was asked to suggest a name, and then they held a vote. Same with their settlement, which has definitely developed into a village by now and been named in honor of the people who got them here – Green Hill. The suggestion had, somewhat surprisingly, come from Diyoza, and Bellamy can admit that he shed a few tears when the wooden sign with the name was unveiled halfway up the hill.
Raven has expanded the electricity system, so they have power in all public buildings now, as well as down at the farm, which is doing very well. They got a good harvest of root vegetables during the summer and fall, and Jordan's optimistic about the wheat-like plant that they've planted for harvest next year, with plans of building a mill by the stream on the far side of the hill to hopefully be able to make flour or something similar that can be used for making bread. Echo's boyfriend Thor and a couple of other Grounders from Podakru have worked on developing fishing nets, so they can fish more efficiently than with individual poles, and their hunting parties always return with a good haul.
They've decided to expand the village, building more cabins than they need at the moment, in preparation for a future that is looking brighter than Bellamy can remember it ever being. The hill stretches a few miles east from the lake, so they don't have to worry about expanding down it, or moving altogether.
They've made this their home, and they plan to stay for generations to come, as long as everything goes according to plan. And for the first time in… possibly ever, he thinks they just might.
He's stayed a little later than usual at the current construction site – an actual school building, so they won't have to hold classes in the mess anymore and also in preparation for eventual childcare for younger kids, as, according to Clarke, a few couples are thinking about starting their own families soon. This means it's dark by the time he gets home, even though they've passed the planet's winter solstice and the days are slowly getting longer again.
He doesn't even notice Clarke in one of the chairs on the porch until she speaks.
"Hey, babe."
He doesn't quite jump, but it's close, and she chuckles lowly.
"What are you doing out here?" he asks, taking her in – blanket wrapped tightly around her against the chilly evening, her hands sticking out somewhere in the middle, a pad of paper that she brought from the Eligius ship in one and some charcoal in the other. "Can you even see well enough to draw?"
"Unlike you, I'm still young and have full use of my senses," she teases him.
"Haha, very funny." His eyes are starting to get used to the darkness, though, and he realizes that the shutter just behind Clarke is open, letting out the light from inside which spills over the page in front of her. He recognizes a smiling Wells, younger and more carefree than he ever saw the boy on the Ground.
She's been working on a portrait gallery of friends and family loved and lost lately, hoping to be able to tell the kids, current and future, about their past someday. They even worked together to draw one of his mother, which turned out surprisingly close to what he remembers. Octavia had actually cried when she saw it. "Seriously though, what are you doing out here? Where are the kids?"
"Have a look," she replies, indicating the open shutter with a nod, and Bellamy takes a step closer to look through the window.
Madi is sitting cross-legged on the couch, a book open in her lap, Damon on his tummy on a blanket in front of her and Lynx curled into a ball next to the baby. The cat took an instant shine to Damon when they carefully introduced the two a few days after his birth, and rarely leaves his side these days except during the nights when it's out presumably hunting. Bellamy can tell even from here that Damon is intently focused on his sister, and completely still – he's recently discovered that he can move on his own by sort of scooting around on his stomach (Clarke is convinced he'll start crawling any day now even if Abby says it might still be a while) and rarely stays still for long these days, but now he seems completely enthralled. It takes Bellamy a moment to realize that Madi's reading out loud.
"When the prince and the children arrived on the island of Crete, King Minos and his daughter, the Princess Ariadne, came out to greet them. The Princess Ariadne did not say anything. But her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Late that night, she wrote Prince Theseus a note and slipped it under his bedroom door."
He slowly moves away from the window, not wanting to interrupt the moment inside the cabin, and sits down in the other chair on the porch. "She's reading him Greek myths?" he asks incredulously.
"She found that book of myths for kids at the library," Clarke replies with a smile. "And she knows you love them, so she wanted to get Damon interested in them too."
The book had been among the ones they brought from the ship, and Bellamy's not sure why exactly it ended up there – there hadn't been any children on the ship while it was in use, after all – but he's been looking forward to reading the children's versions of all the myths to Damon. Though maybe when he's a little older.
"She really is something else, Madi," he muses out loud. "Not sure what we did to deserve her."
"I think it's the other way around – she's the one who deserves us," Clarke replies. "I feel like I'm still making sure I deserve her, and Damon, and you, and all of this, every single day."
He reaches out to run his knuckles down her blanket-covered arm, and she puts the piece of charcoal down, turning her hand over and letting him interlace their fingers.
"No," he tells her, voice low but determined. "We're there. We've made it. We've ensured we won't be the last of mankind, built this new society, and yeah, we'll keep fighting any way we need to for it to survive if it comes to that, but we do deserve it. OK?"
She just watches him for a long moment, before a soft smile spreads on her face. "Maybe you're right," she admits. "Maybe we do."
As he leans back in the wooden chair, thumb rubbing circles against the back of Clarke's hand, Madi's voice drifting through the window behind him, interspersed here and there with Damon's bright laugh or baby babbling, there is absolutely no doubt in Bellamy's mind that they do. Yes, they've all done horrible things in the past, in the name of love for their friends, their families, their people… but now, now they're making up for that by creating this new place where their children, and eventually their children's children and so on, will be able to not just survive, but live – thrive.