Summary: Non-canon, Drama/Romance, hopefully with some Action/Adventure thrown in. Bellarke, Linctavia and probably more once I get going. :D
Rated M – for adult themes.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing The 100, not for profit!
The Homestead
Chapter 7: Clarke
They were falling apart but then…
…he leaned in, causing her to step backwards until the top of her shoulders were pressing into the hall wall. He paused inches away from her lips, clenching his jaw in anxious anticipation, before pleading into her eyes for approval.
Her consent came with a soft sigh that escaped the small pout of her open mouth and the tilt of her chin towards him.
He blazed slowly over her top lip with his, their wet mouths parted, warm and moist- crashing tenderly on top of each other, burning with endless yearning.
It had never been like this for him before. Kissing girls was something that just happened, but kissing Clarke? He had spent way too much time thinking about this moment, about how he'd do it and what it would feel like.
Now that it was happening his head was swimming with all those thoughts and plans and…
He pulled away.
"No…" Clarke moaned desperately, "don't stop… please" she gripped the sides of his jacket and dragged him back to her, closer than they had been before. Then she ran her hands up the side of his thin shirt, over his abdomen and chest up to the naked skin at the back of his neck, where his thick dark curls began to kink away.
He had to tense every muscle in his body and remind himself to breath before looking back at her, his eyes dark with desire.
"I can do better than this," he thought aloud, eliciting a small electric laugh from Clarke.
"Are you mocking me, princess?" he said seductively raising an eyebrow. It had been a while since he'd used that nickname.
"Just kiss me," she demanded breathlessly, one hand in his hair, the other pulling him into her by his bicep.
He did what he was told, but this time it was deeper, more driven. Clarke's hands were all over him and her body trembled beneath his hungry lips. He placed his palms flat on the wall behind her and dipped his hips to hers, dragging his lips from her lips, across her cheek bone to the taut flesh under her extended neck. He nuzzled into her skin, simultaneously pressing his pelvis into the hot spot between her thighs. Clarke almost screamed in ecstasy and, this time it was his turn to chuckle.
But not for long.
"Commander?" Nash must have heard her, and barrelled out of the building.
Bellamy broke away instantly and looked down at the ground, shaking his head.
"Seriously?" Clarke was pissed. "Go away Nash!" Her voice was ragged but firm.
The body-guard slunk off.
Clarke was listless. She felt like she was in limbo - caught between the mesmerising seclusion of their kiss and the sudden emptiness of the cold air as Bellamy tore himself from her.
She looked up expecting him to have wiped all signs of seduction from his expression.
He sniffed indifferently, rubbed his hands through his hair and pressed his lips together in a disbelieving smile.
"That's not how I imagined this ending," he grinned, teeth and all and his face glowed with triumphant glee.
He was infuriatingly sexy.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apologies for this chapter being so short. It was meant to be a part of chapter 6 but it just didn't happen. First major kiss scene I've written - interested to know how you felt about it! :D