A/N So this is based off the fact Bob and Eliza were playing MarioKart8 at Florida Con and were being super cute. It took me a while to write this due to being busy as well as wanting to write several other prompts. Nothing is mine. Started off as fluff, got kinda smutty, oops. Enjoy!

Game night had become a regular occurrence since they were all in high school. Originally it started off at Clarke's parents as it was the biggest house and since there was alcohol usually involved (not that her parents knew that) they could all stay the night. But over the years they mixed it up between their dorm rooms at college. And now it was taking place in Clarke, Octavia and Raven's apartment.

"Look who brought alcohol," called a cheery voice as Jasper walked in, carrying a silver keg.

"Home made moonshine," Monty smiled as he handed Clarke a bag containing popcorn and other treats from the bakery he worked in.

Clarke grimaced. "It better not taste like battery acid this week, Jas," she told her friend as he placed the keg on the counter.

"That stuff was the worst you've ever made," drawled a voice from the doorway.
Octavia's older brother stood there, with his arms crossed, leaning against the frame. A smug look on his face.

"You two best not have been cooking up anything illegal," Bellamy said as he eyed the keg suspiciously.

Jasper mock saluted him. "Yes sir. Anyway you're not on duty right now."

Bellamy shrugged. The fact he was a cop often meant he tried to not hear about the things his sister's friends did, or didn't do. "You need a hand, Griffin?"

Clarke rolled her eyes at him, and even though he couldn't see her she heard him mutter, "I saw that."

"Take those in please," she instructed him pointing at the tray that had an array of dishes with salad, fries and garlic bread on.

"Is Raven bringing her new boy toy?" Miller asked from where he was getting comfy in the recliner.

Bellamy gave his best friend a dirty look, since that was always his seat. "She has a new boyfriend?"

Octavia clapped her hands in excitement. "Yep, so you lot," she pointed at her brother, Miller and Jasper. "All need to be nice. This is his first ever game night. Go easy on him."

Bellamy gave O a look as if to say 'who me', as Jasper and Miller just smiled wickedly. Monty was smiling, glad Raven had found happiness again.

With everything sorted, Clarke grabbed the paper cups and plates having learnt that after game night, she really didn't fancy washing up whilst hungover.

Gathering in the living room, they all found their usual spots, all except Bellamy who was arguing with Miller to get out of his seat.

"Jesus just sit on the couch, Bellamy," Miller scoffed.

"But that's my seat. Plus this is my sister's apartment so I can sit where ever the hell I want," Bellamy exclaimed.

Clarke rolled her eyes at the pair of them. You'd never believe they were the oldest two of the group. "Bellamy, this is mine and Raven's apartment too and I say Miller can sit in the recliner. It's not your chair."

Bellamy's reply was unheard as that moment the front door flew open.

"We come bearing gifts," Raven sang as she entered followed by a tall guy with sandy-blonde hair, who was looking a little sheepish.

Dropping the pizza boxes on the coffee table, Raven grinned at her friends. "Everyone this is Wick," she introduced. "You already know Clarke and O," she muttered as the blonde said a small hi and Octavia waved. "That's Monty telling Jasper off for trying to eat pizza. Miller is in the chair and Bellamy is the one scowling."

Clarke turned to look at the older Blake, giving him a glare as she mouthed, "Be nice." In reply he shrugged.

As Wick got to know them, Miller sat with a smug grin knowing he had won against Bellamy. Reluctantly the older Blake picked the end spot of the couch, huffing as he sat down folding his arms across his chest.

Filling her plate with food, Clarke settled in her spot on the couch, which happened to be right next to Bellamy, curling her legs up under her.

"Are we playing MarioKart8?" Octavia questioned.

"Yep!" Monty replied, popping the 'p' as he set the game up and grabbed the four controllers.

After a lot of arguing, it was decided that Raven and Wick would be racing Monty and Jasper first. The two boys were the best at video games, having playing a lot in high school in-between brewing alcohol and school work.

With food, alcohol and fun, game night was always a winner. As the first race started Clarke couldn't help but think tonight was going to be a really good night.

(*)

"HEY!" Octavia screeched as Luigi played by Jasper knocked Princess Daisy right off the road and into the water.

Chuckling to herself Clarke headed into the kitchen to check on the popcorn in the microwave. As she waited she poured herself a large glass of red wine. The pair were still arguing as Bellamy, Monty and Raven all waited for Clarke so the next race could happen.

Octavia huffed much as her brother had done earlier that night, crossing her arms and pouting at Jasper. "You could have let me win, you ass. I was so close but you pushed me on purpose!"

"I did not," Jasper countered trying to keep a straight face. They all knew it was a lie and he'd done it purposely.

"Are you going to the Princess, Princess?" Bellamy asked Clarke with a smug grin as she sat back down. He felt her foot brush his leg as she got comfy again, making sure to elbow him in the side.

On one hand he was glad Miller had stolen his seat because in this proximity to the blonde, he could make out the bright blue of her eyes, the little strand of hair that kept falling into her face and the fact she smelt entirely of strawberries and now popcorn. On the other hand he hated it because he was worried of certain blood rushes and not being able to keep his hands off her.

Clarke hated that he was right, she was always Princess Peach no matter what. It was something that added fuel to the fire when it came to Bellamy and her nickname 'Princess'. It had started off when they first met, with her in the big fancy house and nice clothes and then it happened again when she lost her shoe on a night out and he called her 'Cinderella'. From there on, the Princess jokes kept coming and the name stuck.

As Octavia once said, they bickered like an old married couple, both of them winding up the other to a certain extent. Or as Raven put it, there was sexual tension between them.

Clarke wasn't so sure of Raven's theory but at this moment in time as she pressed her feet into Bellamy's thigh, feeling in tense she wondered if there was a bit of truth behind it. Trying to keep her eyes on the screen to make sure she wouldn't fall off of Rainbow Road Clarke couldn't help but look out of the corner of her eye. Seeing Bellamy with a dopey grin on his face made her stomach do little butterflies.

"Eyes on the road, Griffin," Bellamy muttered in a low voice.

Clarke jumped so much that Monty who was sat next to her gave her a quizzical look. No one else had heard him, Clarke thought as she continued along the rainbow track, making she got in front of Mario as played by Bellamy.

"In your face, Bell," Octavia cheered as Clarke let out a sigh.

Wick was laughing at the siblings as they argued as well as talking to Raven, telling her she did good too. "Damn right," Raven replied. "I'm not letting those two kick my ass at this."

Jasper gave Monty a pep talk for the next race and how he was to keep on the track this time as Octavia danced in front of Bellamy, waving Clarke's controller in his face.

"See the Princess always wins!"

Reaching for her glass of wine completely oblivious to what her best friend was going to do next, Clarke took a big gulp. As she went to ask Bellamy to hold it, Octavia chose that moment to jump on her brother causing the wine to go all over his pale blue shirt, Clarke and the sofa.

"Octavia," Miller scolded as he scooped a handful of fries onto his plate.

"Shit, Bell, sorry," Clarke apologised as she scrambled up and ran to the kitchen to get a cloth. Throwing the younger Blake a damn cloth and a dry one, Clarke motioned for Bellamy to follow her. "Come here," she called disappearing down the hallway and into the laundry room.

"Shirt off," she ordered as she stood on her tip-toes and reached up into the cupboard for the stain remover.

"You only had to ask, Princess," he smirked as he leaned against the door frame, causing Clarke to feel heat creep up over her cheeks.

"It'll stain otherwise," she tried to explain.

Bellamy shrugged out of his shirt handing it to Clarke who set about using the stain remover before throwing it in the washer. She was about to turn around to speak when she noticed Bellamy was unnaturally close to her. Too close in fact. She couldn't help but drop her eyes to his chest before looking him the eye.

"Wh-what?" she stammered as the warm suddenly felt really warm.

"You really think you could beat me, Princess?" Bellamy whispered into Clarke's ear, his hot breath tickling her. "I seen all those looks you gave me when we were playing."

"I-I don't know what you mean," Clarke replied trying to keep her breathing under control, but god he was doing things to her. She was a weak, weak woman.

Practically pinning her against the washing machine, Bellamy wrapped his arms around her waist, her breath hitching in her throat as she become very awear of how he was making her feel.

"You mean you don't want me to do this?" he questioned as he bent his head, lowering his lips to hers.

Clarke didn't protest or say a word as she melted into this kiss, loosing her will power she slipped her arms up around his neck as she stood on her tip-toes. The dreams that had filled her nights were suddenly becoming real around her.

Their kisses were fast and urgent, not wanting to get but also making up for lost time. Clarke squealed when Bellamy picked her up and sat her on the very edge of the washing machine, her hands roaming over his bare chest.

(*)

Back in the living room everyone else was still having fun, the game was partly forgotten as they ate some more discussing their two friends who had vanished.

"You really think they're not getting it on right now?" Raven mused.

"They've been gone fifteen minutes, it doesn't take that long to put a shirt in the wash." Octavia answered as she leaned forward to grab another slice of pizza. "I'd say so."

"Bellamy and Clarke have a love hate relationship," Raven informed Wick, grabbing a beer for herself and him.

"Lots of sexual tension too," Miller added.

"They've been like it for years."

"I've told you all before," Raven said. "They both just need a good fuck to get it out of their systems."

Looking at Octavia, Jasper held up his remote. "Re-match?"

"Oh it's on, goggle boy. Bring it."

Between the noises from the TV and the shouts of encouragements of their friends, they were as engrossed in the game as Bellamy was in Clarke.

(*)

"Bellamy," Clarke breathed heavy as his hands roamed up and under the hem of the yellow sun dress she had on.

Between the vibrations from the washing machine and Bellamy's wandering hands, Clarke could feel the familiar heat between her legs. No longer caring that she should not be doing this, Clarke reached for the hand that was tracing patterns on her inner thigh, and moved it right up to press against the thin fabric of her panties.

"I. Want. You." Clarke whispered into his ear, having kissed her way up his jawbone the stubble on his face having tickled her.

Bellamy chuckled as he hooked his fingers around the side of her underwear. "So demanding, Princess," Bellamy teased as he ran a finger up her already wet slit.

Clarke let out an intake out of breath, as she wrapped her fingers in his wild brown curls. Bellamy smirked as he inserted his finger, followed by another when Clarke moaned and tighten her grip on his hair.

"Like that?" he questioned.

In reply Clarke groaned as he found the small bundle of nerves that drove her wild. Feeling his erection pressing against her leg, Clarke decided to go for his belt buckle. Having her cool fingers close around his cock only made Bellamy move his fingers quicker as they slid in and out of Clarke's pussy, her back arching in pleasure.

She let out a breathy moan as he added a third finger causing her to grip his cock tighter, running her nails down the side earning a shape intake of breath from him. Knowing she was close, Clarke was hell bent on making it even between them.

Feeling her walls become tighter, Clarke was losing all control from the way Bellamy was fucking her with his fingers. The way his thumb was rubbing at her clit was what drove her over the edge, almost literally. Burying her face into his shoulder she had to bite her lip as she felt her orgasm wash over her, tightening her fingers around his cock as she tried not to moan aloud.

"Bell-" she cried into his shoulder.

Bellamy knew what he was doing, Clarke had heard many time how good he was with the ladies, and boy she definitely couldn't deny it. He had a way with his hands. It wasn't until Clarke's breathing eased slightly did he slip his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth to lick clean. As she watched him, Clarke couldn't have thought she'd seen anything hotter, no boy she had ever been with had done that.

Squeezing her thighs together as she watched, coming down off her high Clarke continued as she rolled Bellamy's cock between her fingers. The sounds of the washer stopping didn't put Bellamy off, or Clarke for that matter. No words were said between them, all he did was move her legs around his waist and she got the message holding on tight.

He moved with Clarke flush against him, her hand still down his jeans as he lifted his shirt out the washer and hastily moved it to the dryer. His finger almost slamming the button before turning his attention back to the blonde, sitting her back on the closed washer.

Bellamy was looking at her with hungry eyes as she slipped her other hand in his boxers, playing with his balls as she continued to trace rings around the tip of his cock with the other. He was aware of the background hum slowing down and as Clarke moved her hand quicker and quicker, he knew with a few more strokes he'd release his seed in her hand.

No sooner that the thought entered his head, Clarke whispered, "Time's up."

Smiling wickedly as she removed her hand from around his throbbing cock, she licked the his pre-cum off her fingers before kissing him quick. Hopping down she brushed past him as she looked at her almost dumbstruck. Reaching into the dryer, her dress rose up and Bellamy let out a small groan as she picked his shirt out, handing it to him. Without a second look back she sauntered off out the room tugging at the hem of her dress.

He couldn't help but stare at where she had been, he never knew Clarke could be such a tease.

As he pulled his shirt back over his head, he heard her say in a low voice, "To be continued," from where she had paused in the doorway.

(*)

With Bellamy in his clean shirt, Miller couldn't help but notice the smug look on his best friends face as he sat back on the couch with a beer in hand. Clarke followed moments later, stopping in the kitchen first. Her hair was messy that before, something both Octavia and Raven noticed making them raise their eyebrows at each other in silent agreement.

Aside from Jasper and Wick's shouts at the game, no one said anything about the reappearance of their friends. The only thing Clarke said was "shove over, Blake' when she went to sit on the couch and found had spread his legs out where she had been sat.

Raven watched as Clarke hit Bellamy's leg and a small interaction with their eyes happened. He soon moved allowing her to sit, closer than before, Raven noted. Something had certainly gone down between them, that was for sure.

For the rest of the night, the glances and touches intensified between Bellamy and Clarke, right up until everyone except them had fallen asleep.

(*)

Clarke couldn't help it, but this time she had him cornered against the kitchen counter. Kissing him was heaven and she was practically deafened by the amount of fireworks going off in her brain. The way she was rubbing against him made Bellamy aware of how tight his jeans were becoming.

She had been doing little things all night to drive him mad, it had been bad enough when she used to do them oblivious as to what they were doing to him. But now it was like she was doing it on purpose; dropping a bowl to bend over giving him a flash of her thighs which his hands had recently been between.

Even the way her feet had been brushing against his leg as they sat on the couch. Clarke had been moving them ever so slowly further up his leg and towards his crotch as the night when on. No one noticed thanks to blanket she had thrown over herself, when Bellamy had to grab a cushion and practically hug it to himself to cover the ever growing bulge in his jeans, he saw the smirk on her lips.

As he sucked on the delicate skin of her neck, Clarke let out a groan causing Bellamy to pull back.

"How about we continue this game at mine, Princess?" Bellamy asked.

Clarke nodded and grabbed her purse. Bellamy waited in the door as she scribbled a little note to O and the others saying they had decided to hit some clubs as it was still only midnight. It was a lie but she didn't care, it explained their absence, plus it was better than writing she going to Bellamy's so they could fuck without being heard.

Smiling to herself, Bellamy scooped Clarke into arms kissing some more as they left the apartment

It was most definitely one of Clarke's favourite game nights, Bellamy's too.