Chapter 4: Bellamy (II)

The Princess is being incredibly unfair. At first Bellamy thinks that maybe it's accidental. She seems honestly irritated when she drops her purse. But then she just has to tease him with the delicious curves of her ass when she bends over to pick up the spilled contents. Yeah, she's definitely fucking with him. He's not quite sure how to handle this Clarke, Teasing-Clarke. His first instinct is to press her into the side of the truck, giving her a taste of exactly what she's doing to him. Then he remembers that he's in public and decides that he definitely needs to get the bulge in his jeans under control. Priorities…

Bellamy breathes a sigh of relief when he sees her scoot as far as possible from the driver's seat as she gets into the truck. Of course, his relief is short-lived because she spends the entire fucking trip to the new apartment pressing herself into him. He's pretty sure his brain just stopped working because he can actually feel the softness of her exquisite breasts as she brushes them against his arm. His heart starts to beat erratically when she envelops his arm between her mouthwatering tits, and he thinks, yeah this is how he's going to die (Oh, but what a way to go…).

After a heated moment at the drive through, he spends the rest of the truck ride to the apartment contemplating how to handle Mercilessly-Sexy-Clarke. Because he's gonna lose his goddamn mind if she keeps this shit up.

After pulling into the parking space closest to the door, he grabs a box and carries it into the apartment, only to be met by Raven, who raises an eyebrow, "Shit, Blake. You look like you walked through a fucking car wash!" Wick is leaning against the wall across from him and greets him with a wordless but amused nod of the head. If anyone should understand Bellamy's plight, it's Wick. The guy is hopelessly in love with a woman who deemed herself as loveable as barbed wire. It seems Wick's incessant devotion to the prickly woman paid off eventually. She even lets him refer to her as his girlfriend, which is a big win for Wick.

Bellamy knows Raven isn't as cold-hearted as she tries to appear. She's a clear example of the fact that everyone reacts differently to having their heart ripped out and stomped on. He kind of regrets being Raven's rebound-fuck, especially now that she and Clarke are close. He never would have predicted that the two of them would become friends, but he guesses there's something to be said for the bond that forms when you're fucked over by the same guy… So yeah, his regret isn't personal. He just wishes he'd had the strength to say no when she told him, "Take off your clothes." He wonders if that fucked things up with Clarke. He knows she was pissed about it when she found out, even if she vehemently denies caring at all.

Unsurprisingly, Raven is intuitive as fuck when it comes to his feelings for Clarke, and rarely passes up the opportunity to give him hell for it. Bellamy doesn't reply to Raven's barbs, just walks past her into Clarke's room, where he sets the box down. He can hear Raven's gratuitous laughter coming from the dining room and assumes Clarke just walked in. He makes his way back down the hall and sees Clarke desperately pleading with Raven to shut up.

See, Bellamy has tried in every possible way to make it obvious to Clarke that he's fucking crazy about her (Everything short of actually saying it, of course). He hasn't had a steady girlfriend in two years (They kept breaking up with him because they weren't down with playing second fiddle to his sister's best friend). He's even stopped sleeping around, because the last girl he fucked got pretty upset when he told her in the heat of the moment that he couldn't wait to tangle his fingers through her blonde hair while he fucked the smirk right off her face (She was a brunette.). But that's got nothing on the black eye he earned when he cried out Clarke's name mid-orgasm with a woman who was most definitely not Clarke.

Bellamy tries to do chivalrous shit, too, like opening doors for her and what not. Clarke just gives him confused looks and awkward thank-yous. Hell, he hits on her all the damn time. At first her responding glares were depressing, but then he realized he delights in getting a response of any kind out of her, even if it is wrath. So yeah, up until today, he was pretty sure that Clarke just wasn't into him. Which, fine. He thinks he'll probably get over it eventually. Because there's no way she doesn't know how bad he wants her. There's no way she's that oblivious, right? But then the drive-through happened, and he almost kissed her, and if he's not mistaken, she was just as into it as he was. And now he just doesn't fucking know.

He sees Clarke's look of panic as he tells Raven in no uncertain terms to fuck off. When Clarke follows him out the door, tripping over her own feet in the process, he makes a decision. Bellamy has fully accepted the fact that he is a weak, weak man when it comes to Clarke Griffin. But he thinks it's high time he's figured out just how much he can affect her.

Bellamy's strides come to a halt and he feels an undeniable sense of vindication when she barrels right into him. Her sputtered apology confirms his suspicions that she was too distracted by him to pay attention to her surroundings. The realization sends his heart soaring, but he knows he can't show his hand just yet. So he plasters a cocky smirk on his face, stifling the beaming smile that he just knows is threatening to grace his features. As he turns to face her, he experimentally brushes his hand along her bare thigh and revels in triumph when he sees her blown-out pupils. He's pretty sure his face betrays his own arousal, but that's fine with him, as long as he keeps drawing this delightful response out of the his Princess (because she is his, and by the end of the day, she's gonna know that, too).

Bellamy tucks one of her wild curls behind her ear and as he dips his head down, he reminds himself repeatedly that he can't give in yet. Of course, the closer he gets to her pink lips, the harder it is to control himself… Her shallow breaths fan his face as he lingers, his lips just a hair's breadth away from hers… He's got her just where he wants her. He shares her disappointment when he skitters past her lips, but he knows it has to be done. He goes in for the kill as he lowers his voice, lips grazing the shell of her ear, "Two can play this game, Princess."

(Bellamy has to make a concerted effort not to announce "Mic Drop!" like an asshole as he walks away from her, choosing instead to bask silently in his victory like the mature person that he is.)

And that sets the tone for the rest of the afternoon… Bellamy makes his overtly sexual touches more purposeful, which throws Clarke for a loop the first few times. But the Princess gives as good as she gets, and meets him play for play. She "accidentally" falls against him (again), so he makes a point to squeeze her ass as he helps her regain her balance. She rests her (deliciously) heavy breasts on his shoulder while she reaches over him to grab something, so he makes sure to graze her inner thigh as he hands her the nails to hang the pictures on the wall. (It should be noted that he had to make a herculean effort to hide how unbelievably turned-on he was when Clarke glared at him as she said, "Fuck you, Bellamy. I can use a fucking hammer, now just hand me the goddamn nails.")

To nobody's surprise, Bellamy and Clarke don't even notice that everyone else has stopped working. The two of them are so caught up in each other, they're oblivious to their audience. The only thing missing is popcorn… All their friends are just watching the two of them engaging in this fucked-up foreplay (at least he hopes it's foreplay, because fuck…).

So when it comes to the teasing touches, they're pretty evenly matched. All is well and good until Clarke starts making all these sounds. And oh god, the noises that escape this woman are completely unfair. Just when he thinks he can't take anymore, a gift arrives from the heavens in the form of poorly-taped box…

Notes: This is the last T-rated chapter. It will go up to an Hard "M" next chapter.

I'm still writing it (along with my another strong-E chapter for my other fic), so have some patience so I can get it just right ;)

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