He put the "Do not disturb" sign on the door knob and shut it with a double lock. The room was exactly like Clarke and Lexa's and this bothered the blonde greatly, for she could picture Lexa in bed with her as they had been just the night before.
"Hurry up," Clarke urged, impatiently, pulling Bellamy closer. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed him away and onto the bed. She didn't want to be kissed. She wanted to be fucked. Straddling him, though he still had his swimming trunks on, she began to grind on him, feeling him grow harder and harder beneath her.
She didn't like this. She didn't like the hardness of it, though she had enjoyed it before. She wanted it rough, but also soft - harsh but warm. She wanted Lexa again. She wanted her hands and her wetness and her taste.
"Fuck me," she commanded, so Bellamy eagerly sat up and pinned her to the bed as he lowered his trunks and her her bikini. Clarke closed her eyes, then, focusing on her throbbing want, pushing away any thought of Lexa that wanted to sneak through. "Fuck me," she moaned, but it wasn't for Bellamy and she knew this, but it didn't matter. He slid in and it hurt, but only in her chest. She didn't want this; she didn't want him. He filled her, but she had never felt so empty.
"Do you like that?" Bellamy grunted, thrusting into her, but Clarke couldn't find it in her to lie.
"No," she said simply.
"What?" Bellamy asked, confused.
"Stop," she nearly begged, pushing him off.
"What the fuck, princess?" Bellamy groaned, letting himself fall back onto the bed.
"I changed my mind," Clarke said, simply, pulling up her bikini and getting off the bed.
The night is beautiful with stars splattered across the sky covering it from end to end. Clarke looks up at them, mesmerized, as she always is by the beauty of the universe.
"I love stars," she says more to herself, though Lexa is sitting next to her.
"They're quite beautiful tonight," Lexa agrees.
They're sitting side by side in the sand, half-refusing to look at each other. When they finally do, they find that the light of the bonfire illuminates the other so exquisitely, so gently, and so delicately. They feel themselves pulled into each other for the twentieth time that day, and both silently agree that twenty is enough, but then Octavia feels the need to interrupt.
"Having fun?" she asks cheerfully, sitting down in between them.
"Yes, thank you," Lexa replies and turns back to look at the sky. Frowning, Clarke gives Octavia an annoyed look.
"Can I talk to you for a sec, Clarke?" Octavia asks, though it's more of a command.
"Sure," Clarke groans as she gets up and follows Octavia closer to the bonfire. "What's up?" She asks impatiently and her friend can tell that all she wants to do is go back to sit next to Lexa.
"What do you mean 'what's up'?" Octavia scoffs, but Clarke doesn't seem to notice as her eyes go back to Lexa who is still sitting in the sand, but is now joined by Lincoln. "Oh, my god, look at me."
"What?" Clarke asks defensively.
"I told you to stay away from Lexa," Octavia reminds her. "She's fragile." Clarke wonders how someone so fragile can make her feel so weak.
"She doesn't seem very fragile to me," Clarke argues and her mind goes back to their first encounter when Lexa so roughly took her and made her hers.
"Well, she is," Octavia assures her. "She's Lincoln's best friend. Please don't break her heart."
"I won't," Clarke promises to both Octavia and herself. She knows she's capable of it because she's broken so many hearts before, but this is the first time she's actually cared about it. This is the first time that the thought of it aches her too. She doesn't want to hurt Lexa; she just wants love her - love her completely, devouringly from head to toe - but she also doesn't know if she can love her for more than just one night. She decides, sadly, that it isn't worth the risk.
"Thank you," Octavia smiles. "Let's go get some drinks." She puts her arm around Clarke and they walk over to the Tiki Bar.
"I see you're getting pretty friendly with Clarke again," Lincoln says as he sits next to Lexa.
"I guess," she shrugs.
"You okay?" Lincoln asks.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know. Honestly, Octavia made me come talk to you," he admits. "She's worried about you and Clarke."
"Why?" She knows why. She's worried too.
"Clarke's a nice girl, but she's not good for you, Lex," Lincoln says and Lexa wonders if she really cares about what's good for her and what isn't.
"I can take care of myself, Lincoln."
"I know," he nods. "But Octavia was denying me sex if I didn't come talk to you," he jokes and that makes Lexa laugh and give him a playful shove.
"I'm fine," she laughs. "Go get laid." Lincoln laughs too and it feels nice for both of them to find time to be together.
"How about you? Seen any hot Hawaiian chicks around?" Lincoln asks.
"Not particularly, though I haven't exactly been paying much attention," Lexa sighs, thinking of the distraction that is Clarke.
"You should," Lincoln says. "Have fun! You're a one-night-stand girl now, right?" Lexa laughs and shakes her head.
"You know I'm not," she says, before adding, a bit sadly, "Clearly." And they both know who she's referring to, but neither one mentions it.
"Well, what if the love of your life is here?" Lincoln suggests. "Just waiting for you." Lexa looks around the bonfire, her eyes passing through all the pretty girls around it, but ultimately find a stop with Clarke. She turns back to the stars.
"Yeah," she says. "Maybe."