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she waits for bellamy to discreetly try to put some distance between them , but he never does and clarke has to bite down on her lip to hide a smile. it’s been a while since she’d last cuddled with someone , unless you counted the time she and octavia decided to have a girls night in with way too much wine and ended up sharing the couch for the night because they were both too drunk and lazy to make their way to their beds. clarke recalled waking up in the morning with a pounding head , an achy back and her rommate’s arm across her face. being in the same situation with bellamy , though , felt completely different. she hoped octavia didn’t mind not being clarke’s favorite blake to cuddle with. not that she’d ever share that information with either of them. ❝ that’s good. i’m glad you guys were able to talk. ❞ her response and smile are both more genuine now that he’s made it clear it’s over between him and roma. the smile on her lips widens upon hearing bellamy’s suggestion and she nods , ❝ next time , i’m gonna kick your ass. ❞ she teases , playfully jabbing a finger into his chest. ❝ or , if you play your cards right , i might let you be my partner. ❞ clarke adds once he’s done yawning , an affectionate look on her face.
she’s relieved that after waking up from what probably was a terrible nightmare , bellamy is able to feel sleepy again. ❝ it’s okay , you had a long day , bellamy. ❞ between the trip back home , the party and the nightmare , he’s probably physically and mentally exhausted. suddenly , clarke pulls back and pushes herself into a sitting position. ❝ turn around. ❞ she tells him , a shy smile appearing on her lips. back when she was a kid , whenever she had a nightmare , one of her parents would slide into her bed and hold her until she calmed down and fell back asleep. if it was her dad , he’d tell her stories about princesses who fought dragons instead of waiting for a prince and liked to paint on their spare time. if it was her mom , she’d hum this lullaby until clarke’s heart stopped racing and she felt relaxed enough to drift off to sleep again. her smile turns wistful and a soft sigh rolls off her tongue. god , she misses them. once bellamy has complied , clarke wastes no time laying back down and scooting closer until she’s holding him. her arm draped over his middle and cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. she hopes her steady breathing and the feel of her body against his is enough to lull him to sleep. pressing the softest of kisses onto his skin , clarke lets her own eyes fall closed and breathing even out. ❝ g'night , bellamy. ❞
For a moment, Bellamy assumes she's leaving, his body tensing as she sits up. Not that he can blame her. There wasn't a lot of space for both of them on the couch, and while Bellamy was fine with the proximity, he wasn't sure that Clarke was. Was she freaked out by how intimate this felt? She doesn't get up. Her words startle him, and for a moment, he finds himself staring at her, brows knit in confusion. "Oh." Bellamy's voice is quiet as the realization comes over him, his cheeks warming when he understands her intentions. He's not opposed to being the little spoon, of course, and he's secure enough in himself to admit that sometimes it's nice, really nice. He does as she asks, rolling over so that she can settle in behind him. Bellamy holds his breath as her hands wrap around his middle, her face pressed up against his back. She's much smaller than him, but it feels nice all the same. "Goodnight," Bellamy whispers back, hand falling to rest on top of hers as he relaxes under her grip. Sleep isn't far behind, and he drifts off with a smile on his face.
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clarke isn’t able to repress a shiver when bellamy’s fingers comb through her hair , the movements so soothing that her eyes start to droop. it feels good , being this close to him. way better than she could’ve ever imagined it would be. ❝ i’m kinda the beer pong queen ‘round here. ❞ clarke jokes , the sound of her chuckles filling the room. she takes the easy way he’s touching her hair as an invitation to scoot closer , forehead dropping to his chest as she snuggles into him. it’s quiet for a long moment , their breathings and the faint tick of the clock hung on the wall the only sounds in the room. however , before clarke can start wondering if bellamy was able to fall back asleep , he speaks up. his words - that sound more like a confession than anything else - catch her by surprise and she can’t help but tilt her head back to look at him. they’re so close that she can feel his warm breath against her skin. it makes her flush and shift her gaze to a spot between his brows. ❝ oh . . . ❞ clarke whispers , trying to squish down the hope that blossoms in her chest. even if he didn’t want to be with roma , it didn’t mean he wanted to be with her. hell , for all she knew , bellamy only saw her as his little sister’s friend. nothing else. ❝ and did you? ❞ the question is out before she can stop herself. her cheeks flare and she swallows , returning her gaze to his. ❝ give you guys closure? ❞
His breath catches as she snuggles into his chest, trying not to make any sudden movements. He can't even pretend they're not cuddling, and if Octavia were to walk out and find them, she'd definitely have an opinion. Whether it be a positive or a negative one, he's not sure. Still, her closeness feels good, and he can already feel the pull of sleep. Usually, Bellamy would be up for the rest of the night, mindlessly scrolling through channels on the TV until it was time to make breakfast. At this rate, he'll be back asleep within the hour. and pressed up against your sister's roommate.
Bellamy doesn't dare to hope that her question means anything, but his heart does flutter at the way she poses her inquiry. The smile he gives her in return is warm. "Yeah, we did. It was good. I'm glad she came." The weight has been lifted off his chest, one he never fully realized he'd been carrying around. He's not sure if Miller or Murphy is to blame for her appearance, but he'll have to thank them the next time he sees them. "I am sorry I missed the beer pong champ. You'll have to show me your moves, Griffin." His words are cut off by a yawn, eyes now heavy as he looks back at her. He's already falling asleep, and a part of him begins to wonder if she'll disappear once he does. "Sorry, I guess I'm more tired than I thought."
clarke’s lips twitch upwards to mirror his smile before her gaze drops to shamelessly watching him line himself up with her entrance , sinking into her a moment later. her lips part , forming a small ‘o’ as she grows accostumed to having him inside her. ❝ fuck. ❞ she whispers , eyes darting up to find bellamy’s once again when she feels the pads of his fingers on her cheek. ❝ uh - huh — yes , yes , i can . . . ❞ clarke starts nodding before he’s even finished speaking , and , as if to back her up , her walls clench around him. a moan tumbles out of her lips at the first brush of his thumb on her clit , all the teasing and edging she’d endured making sure she was extra sensitive. she hitches her legs higher up on bellamy’s waist , changing the angle so he’s able to slide in even deeper. her eyes never leave his and once he finally grants her permission to cum , clarke nearly cries out in relief. hips jerk and back arches off of the mattress , a much louder moan rolling off her tongue as her orgasm tears through her. ❝ bellamy! ❞
Bellamy drinks in the sight of Clarke as it washes over her, his finger not letting up until the last tremor runs through, and her limbs are like jelly. He'll never grow tired of how quickly he can get her to cum by simply granting her permission. Of course, that was as much to do with the edging he'd just put her through, but still, it's quite a sight. "So good for me," Bellamy murmurs, dropping his brow to hers as he begins to move. "You look so beautiful when you cum." His thrusts are shallow but firm, the bed creaking in protest beneath them as he chases his own release. "I'm not going to last long." He admits hands pressed to either side of her head for leverage, the snap of his hips harder this time. "I want you to cum with me."

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there’s a part of her that knows she should probably stop playing with his shirt , to put as much distance between them as the couch allows it. the cuddling is far too intimate for two people who , until today , didn’t even know each other in person. but having her legs tangled with bellamy’s and his arm draped over her waist feels nice and right. she’s pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of his voice and blinks a few times to focus on him. ❝ i won’t tell her. ❞ clarke says honestly , fingers twitching around the fabric of his shirt as she fights against the urge to take them to his face and smooth out the wrinkle between his brows. vaguely , she wonders how long he’s been dealing with nightmares and sleepless nights. ❝ it’s okay , ❞ she repeats for what feels what the millionth time. ❝ it was your party , bellamy. you had the right to spend your time however you wanted to—with whomever you wanted to. ❞ clarke stiffens for a second before forcing herself to relax , trying to push the images of bellamy walking away with roma out of her mind. they looked good together , that much she had to admit. she doesn’t know the full story of what happened between them , and can’t help but wonder what their conversation had been about. ❝ yeah , we did. i kicked monty and miller’s asses in beer pong , it was hilarious. ❞ clarke tells him with a soft chuckle. steering the conversation into something lighter feels better , safer. at bellamy’s suggestion , she can’t help but raise her brows in surprise. ❝ yeah , i’d like that. ❞ the smile she flashes him is bright and she bites down on her lower lip a moment later to stop it from getting too wide. ❝ though i should probably warn you—octavia already has a whole list of things she wants to do. ❞ clarke laughs , ❝ and it’s not a small one. ❞
Something unreadable flashes in her eyes at the mention of Roma, and his stomach twists; he knows how it must have looked, the two of them leaving like that. He hadn't even realized how long they'd stood outside talking until he'd returned to a winded-down party. Octavia and everyone had probably assumed he'd gone home with her. The hand that's moving along her back runs up to her shoulders, brushing through her hair as she recalls their beer bong game. Bellamy huffs out a laugh, a pang running through him, wishing he'd been there to join in. He's sure that if Clarke and him teamed up, they'd be the reigning champs of the group. next time. "Why am I not surprised." His expression softens, eyes flickering down to her lips briefly, breath catching when he realizes how close they are. It would take him less than a second to lean in; the consequences be damned. The moment is so short that Bellamy hopes Clarke doesn't see it, settling into a comfortable silence instead as his hand drifts back down to her waist. At least a minute goes by before he speaks again. "I didn't want to spend time with Roma." Their eyes meet, and he gives her a knowing look. "Earlier, you said I could spend my party with whomever I wanted to, but that's not what I wanted." He's not Clarke's boyfriend or even someone she's dating, but he feels compelled to explain. Maybe it's the idea that one day he could be those things that make Bellamy continue. "We never talked about why our relationship fizzled out. I never explained why I broke things off." His grip on Clarke tightens, his eyes stormy with emotion. "I needed to give her closure. Give us closure. I never want to hurt someone I care about like that again."
her thighs quiver and a shaky breath exits parted lips. every time bellamy decides he’s in the mood for edging her some , clarke is utterly surprised by her own strength. it’s a miracle she manages to hold off her own release as long as she does , and she knows that as soon as he grants her permission to cum , there’s a good chance she’ll black out for a second or two. she lets out a high - pitched moan at the feel of his cock brushing her sensitive cunt , nodding eagerly in response to his question. ❝ y - yes , please. ❞ clarke’s eyes lock with his and a soft smile spreads across her lips as his thumbs rub circles on her wrist. she knows what that means : he’s done teasing. and more importantly , she’ll get to touch him again. at least she hopes so. her eyes darken in response to his comment , teeth sinking into lower lips as her legs circle around his waist and she tilts her hips up against his in search for some friction. ❝ god , yes — fuck me. ❞ she whispers , squeezing his fingers back and tipping her head back slightly so she can brush her nose against his. bellamy’s question gives her pause and she truly thinks it over before answering , ❝ just like this , ❞ clarke flashes him a smirk. ❝ i wanna see you. ❞
The smile he gives her is practically predatory when she chooses to stay as they are, legs still wound at his waist as he makes a circle with his hips. He prefers to fuck her like this anyway. Bellamy groans out her name, releasing her hands, so he can lead his cock to her entrance, sinking inside her with ease from how soaked she is. Her walls stretch to accommodate him, and he stills when he's fully sheathed inside her, brow dropping to hers. "So fucking good, princess." He murmurs out gentle praises as he pulls back to look at her, brushing her hair away from her face. "Think you can give me a few?" The question is emphasized by his thumb moving in circles against her clit, eyes darkening as he watches her face. "You can cum baby, let me see you."
clarke feels as though she barely breathes in the seconds that follow her question. her body only starts to relax when she catches sight of bellamy’s smile , only visible because she’s so close to him. ❝ you didn’t. i had gotten up to grab some water when i heard you. ❞ she explains in a soft tone , feeling the need to reassure him that he didn’t do anything wrong. upon feeling the weight of his arm around her waist , clarke stiffs for a fleeting moment before relaxing against him , tipping her head back so she can flash him a smile to let him know she’s okay with it. ❝ bellamy , you don’t have to explain yourself to me. to anyone , really. ❞ she tells him , fingers toying with the front of his shirt mindlessly. ❝ you didn’t scare me or hurt me , okay? i swear. i was just worried about you. ❞ the corners of her lips flick upwards for a brief moment before she settles back on a serious expression. ❝ you’ve been through so much , and i know that being back and away from it all can be . . . a lot. ❞ clarke keeps her eyes locked with his as she speaks. ❝ but i want you to know that i’m here for you. and if you ever feel comfortable enough talking about it , i’ll listen. whenever you’re ready. ❞
He relaxes a bit more at her reassurances, fingers making gentle circles along her back as she plays with his shirt. He doesn't allow himself the luxury of thinking about how much of a couple they probably look like right now, cuddling on the couch. Still, he relishes in the closeness and warmth of her body. "In our old house, I had a room down the hall. If I had a nightmare, Octavia usually didn't know about it." Bellamy explains, his expression darkening a bit when he recalls the first time she'd tried to wake him from a nightmare. He'd scared her so bad that she hadn't woken him again. "I'm sorry I missed my party." He murmurs, redirecting the conversation as he resumes drawing designs with his fingers along her spine. He hopes she hadn’t thought he’d actually leave with Roma. "Looked like everyone had a good time, though." From the mess he'd cleaned up, it looked like he'd missed quite the celebration. "Maybe the three of us can do something this week, just us."
clarke watches him closely , wanting to make sure he’s slowly calming down after waking up from what probably was a terrible nightmare. there’s a part of her that wants to ask what was it about but she knows better than to pry. so instead , she remains silent while waiting for him to drink his water , only nodding when he thanks her for it. clarke bites down on her lower lip , unsure of what to do now that he’s awake and a little less shaken up. she can’t possibly leave him after what she’d witnessed , but what if he asks her to? it’s not like she can say no. thankfully , bellamy puts an end to her internal struggle when he tells her that she doesn’t have to leave. a small fond smile appears in the corners of her lips ; of course he’s letting her decide. clarke nods , offering him a wider smile in response. ❝ i’ll stay. ❞ her words feel heavy and meaningful when it’s just the two of them in her dimly lit living room , so she busies herself tugging on the blankets that were mostly pooled on the floor now. ❝ scoot over. ❞ clarke blushes bright pink but doesn’t back down. she waits until bellamy is laying back down to drape the blankets over him and slide into the spot he’d saved for her. between the two of them , it’s a tight fit. she has to lay on her side , facing bellamy , with her hands tucked in front of her body and cold toes pressed against bellamy’s calves. ❝ is this okay? ❞
A wave of relief runs through him when she tells him she'll stay, the knit of his brow loosening as she works to tuck them both in, his heart hammering as they settle in together. Bellamy isn't sure what he expected when he told her she could stay, but laying across from each other like this on her tiny couch wasn't it. Still, the heat from her body is comforting, and a grateful smile tugs at his lips as he stares back at her. Even her cold feet pressed to his legs send heat through him, and Bellamy is thankful for the darkness hiding his blush. "I'm sorry if I woke you." He whispers, wincing at the slight pinch in his shoulder from how he has his arms tucked against his chest. He shifts, debating with himself for several seconds before he lays his arm over her waist, eyes meeting hers in an unsure smile before his grip tightens. Now they're officially cuddling, and Bellamy feels his chest expand in relief. With the way Clarke's pressed against him, he might actually find sleep again tonight. "I should have warned you that sometimes that can happen." Disclosing all his trauma hadn't exactly been something he wanted to do, but he should have said something, given he was sleeping on their couch. "I'm sorry if I scared you."
clarke continues trying to wake him up , growing frantic every time she shakes his shoulder and bellamy’s eyes still remain closed. she’s considering waking up octavia when he finally moves , startling her with his sudden movements. her hand is pushed away so strongly that clarke nearly loses her balance and falls back on her butt , but manages to steady herself on the coffee table behind her. ❝ bellamy? ❞ her voice is a faint whisper and her eyes remain glued on bellamy’s face , searching his face for . . . she doesn’t even know what. she shakes her head when she figures out what he’s trying to ask , keeping her face open so he’ll see she’s being honest. ❝ no , you didn’t. i’m okay. ❞ clarke responds , flashing him a small , tight - lipped smile. ❝ and so are you. ❞ she adds after a moment , resisting the urge to touch him. for now , at least. ❝ you’re home and you’re safe . . . it was just a nightmare. ❞ slowly , clarke rises to her feet and walks back into the kitchen to fill up a glass of water for bellamy. once she returns to the living room , she takes a seat on the couch but keeps some distance between them in case he still feels like he needs space to breathe. ❝ c'mon , drink. ❞ she hands him the glass of water , resisting the urge to reach out a rub his back. she waits until he’s finished to ask , ❝ —do you want me to leave? ❞
She tells him that she's fine, but he still gives her a once over, hoping she isn't just trying to ease his mind. It hadn't been the first time someone had found Bellamy during a nightmare, and he can be unpredictable when he comes out of them. He doesn't even remember what he was dreaming about, but he's still trembling all the same. "I'm okay." He repeats, noting that even though she hasn't left, she's keeping a physical distance from him. Bellamy's stomach twists at the realization. she's afraid of you. "Thanks." He murmurs, taking the water from her, swallowing it in big gulps until it's empty. He sets the glass on the coffee table, releasing a slow breath as he drags his hand against the back of his neck. "Uh-" He's not sure how to answer her question. His first impulse is to say yes, yes, she should leave. He's not going to be able to go to sleep after that, and she's probably exhausted. The other part of him, the one that wins out, very much wants her to stay. "You, uh, you don't have to if you're tired. I probably won't be able to fall back asleep for a while." Bellamy is giving her an out. The last thing he needs is for her to feel like she needs to babysit him.

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octavia doesn’t even bother pretending she’s not trying to distract clarke with mindless chatter about jasper’s drunken shenanigans and murphy trying to cheat on beer pong , while simultaniously grumbling under her breath about how dare she steal him away from his own welcome party when she thinks clarke isn’t paying attention. the two chat for a few minutes before the blonde excuses herself to grab another drink , downing half of it before she exits the kitchen. harper gives her a concerned gaze as she breezes past , but doesn’t say a word. clearly bellamy’s absense had been noticed. clarke makes a beeline for the beer pong table , slipping her arm through jasper’s on her way to drag him with her. it makes him cheer in delight , calling out monty and miller’s names so they can play against the two of them.
for the next twenty minutes or so , clarke manages to put bellamy and roma out of her mind , focusing instead on kicking her friends’ asses because she prides herself in being freaking good at beer pong. when she finally sinks the ball into the last cup , nearly everyone is watching the game. there are cheers all around and clarke bursts into laughter , throwing her arms around jasper to hug him. when she pulls back , she can’t help but let her eyes scan the ambient in search for a familiar pair of brown eyes. the smile slips off her face when she doesn’t find him anywhere. ❝ i think i’m gonna turn in for the night . . . ❞ clarke says to no one in particular , dropping her eyes to her feet so she doesn’t meet anyone’s pity gaze. she feels them anyway. she bids her friends goodnight as quickly as humanly possible before heading towards her room , grimacing when she realizes how tipsy she truly is. clarke gets ready for bed slowly , keeping an ear out for bellamy’s voice. by the time she’s climbing into bed , she still hasn’t heard his voice and she tries not to be too disappointed.
she falls asleep rather quickly , all things considered. it’s probably all the alcohol in her system - she should’ve known better than to let monty talk her into trying some of his new concoctions while simultaniously sipping beer every now and then - that helps her relax enough to fall asleep. but at some point in the middle of the night , clarke finds herself rolling out of bed to grab a glass of water. she heads towards the kitchen , eyes half - open and a soft yawn echoing in the quiet walls , trying to be quiet as to not wake up octavia. her eyes land on the clock hung above the fridge. 2 : 35 am. clarke lets out a small sigh of relief , knowing she has at least seven more hours of sleep before her roommate wakes up and blasts catchy pop songs , effectively ruining any chances clarke might have at sleeping in.
she's contemplating taking an advil in hopes it’ll help her not wake up with a raging hangover when she hears it. mumbling , noises ranging from quiet gasps to whines. at first , clarke thinks octavia and lincoln are getting it on the living room when her bedroom is literally only a few steps away , but then she realizes it’s only one person’s voice. and she recognizes that voice really , really well. it’s bellamy. curiosity gets the best of her and , after setting the empty glass on the sink , clarke tiptoes her way towards the living room. her eyes widen as she takes in the scene in front of her : the moonlight streaming into the room illuminates bellamy’s figure , curled in on himself on the couch with his face scrunched up , lips moving every now and then as he mumbles something she can’t quite decipher. it’s only when starts trembling that it finally dawns on her. he’s having a nightmare. clarke remains frozen in her spot for a few seconds before the fog of sleep dissipates and she crosses the room , dropping to her knees in front of him and leading a hand to his shoulder to gently shake him awake. ❝ bellamy . . . ❞ she whispers as not to startle him , ❝ hey — hey , you need to wake up. ❞ her tone becomes urgent as seconds pass as his eyelids don’t flutter open. she can feel him shaking under her hand and it makes her throat tight and eyes wet. ❝ c'mon , bellamy — you gotta wake up for me , please. ❞
"Bellamy, please." Bryan's brow is knit together, lips parting as he takes shallow breaths. He's got his hand pressed to his abdomen, wincing in pain as the blood spills out from beneath his fingers. "Help me." He chokes on it, calling out for Bellamy again as it slides down his chin. "Please." Bellamy's reaching for him in the next moment, crying out his name but only finding dirt beneath his hands, his knees now pressed into the ground as he claws at it. His shoulders sag, tears in his eyes as they come up empty, his fingers now covered in deep crimson blood.
"Bellamy." When he looks up this time, his sister is staring back; her skin is pale and ashy as blood spills out of her mouth. "Please, help me."
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Bellamy's eyes fly open, panic coursing through him at the feel of something pressing against his arm. He reaches for the hand on his shoulder, ripping it away from him before scrambling to sit up, legs getting wrapped up in the blankets he'd been sleeping under, Clarke's face finally coming into view. His eyes are wide and unfocused, a layer of sweat covering his brow, and he's shaking. It takes him a minute to realize where he is, fingers clutching at the scratchy blanket, before his eyes widen in horror. He'd had a nightmare; on his sister's couch. "C-Clarke?" How much had she heard? Bellamy's eyes flicker down to her arm, realizing she'd been the one he'd pulled off of her. "Did I-?" He can't even say the words, his blood turning cold at the thought that he might have hurt her.
clarke’s heart pounds in her chest and her ears ring , lips parting to draw in a sharp breath. her hands are securely bound over her head , restricting her movements but not in an uncomfortable manner. ❝ baby . . . ❞ she all but whines , cheeks flushing bright pink at the praises that spew out of bellamy’s mouth. she wants him to utter those three little words so bad , to allow her to let go like she’d been wanting to do for god knows how long now. but she knows better than to think he’s gonna cave so easily. her hips jerk at the first contact of his tongue against her aching core , a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob flying past her lips in response. clarke’s fingers curl around the rope tying her to the bedframe , trying her best not to accidentally topple over the edge before bellamy can tell her that she can. she’s right there on the cusp again before she knows it , eyes squeezing shut and a broken moan rolling off her tongue when he pulls back , leaving her desperate and wanting. ❝ fuck. ❞ clarke curses under her breath , a shiver running down her spine as she feels bellamy’s lips on her stomach. she’s so keyed up that the simplest touch makes her shake violently , tugging on the ropes that hold her wrists up and out of the way. ❝ please , baby , ple— ❞ the words get caught on her throat when suddenly she feels the familiar softness of the tickler against her skin , brushing over her nipples until they’re hard as rocks. clarke twitches underneath him , trying her best not to rub her thighs together as she knows it’d only end with bellamy’s face between her legs and her being denied of cumming again. god , he’s gonna be the death of her.
"That's it, so good," Bellamy whispers to her as his fingers dance along her skin. She's so keyed up, he knows that it's driving her mad. "You've been so good for me," Bellamy murmurs, nudging some toys out of his way as he settles between her legs. He's aching to be inside her, but he knows he won't last long once he is. "Do you want me to let you cum?" He asks, groaning as his cock drags against her cunt while he reaches to undo the restraints. Once she's free, he rubs gently at her wrists, making sure there's no numbness or tingling before his fingers lace with hers. "I wanna fuck you so bad." Bellamy practically growls out, brow dropping to hers as he squeezes her hands. At least he knows she'll cum as quickly as he will. "Do you want me to fuck you like this?" He teases her by rocking his hips, thumbs brushing along her palms as he pressed her hands into the bed. "Or on your stomach?"
truth be told , clarke is relieved that bellamy chooses to stay outside for a little bit longer. she’s not ready to head back inside just yet , not when she knows that a lot of teasing is awaiting her. a small smile pops onto her lips and she nods in response , but before any actual words can come out , the door is sliding open. at a quick glance , clarke thinks it’s octavia who’s come drag them both back inside by the hair. but it’s not her roommate’s name that bellamy mumbles. roma. clarke freezes immediately , keeping her gaze fixed on a spot off to the side. she can feel both bellamy’s and roma’s eyes on her but she doesn’t meet either of them. she’s afraid her face will give it away just how uncomfortable she is. it’s only when bellamy makes a move to stand up that she dares to look up at him , pressing her lips together when his hand brushes hers. ❝ it’s okay , i’m sure you have a lot to catch up on. ❞ clarke responds in an even tone , mustering the tiniest smile ever known to man. her eyes meet roma’s for a split second but she swears she sees a glint of amusement in her dark eyes. whatever. it’s not like clarke has any right to keep them apart. she watches them go before letting out a long sigh , head falling back against the back of the chair she’s sitting on. ❛ was that roma i just saw with my brother? ❜ octavia’s voice startles clarke out of her thoughts. she hadn’t even noticed her coming out. ❝ yeah . . . ❞ she responds , pushing herself off of the chair and bending over to grab the empty bottles before heading back inside. she so needs another drink. or three.
Bellamy's stomach twists in knots as Roma leads him off the porch, leaving Clarke by herself. No doubt she's hurt if the look on her face is any indication. He wants to tell her not to worry, that Roma was just a loose end he needed to tie up, that if there was anyone he wanted to be with, it was Clarke Griffin. They hadn't even begun to figure out what they meant to each other, and his ex's sudden appearance didn't bode well for him.
"New girlfriend?" Roma doesn't waste any time once they've made their way outside, the only place they could get some privacy. It's a bit chilly, and Bellamy wraps his arms around his chest, hurt flashing in his eyes at her accusation. "No." He answers, even if it wasn't the whole answer, but it's the only one he's willing to give. "I'm sorry." The apology follows quickly, Roma's expression softening noticeably. She takes a step forward, hand reaching up as if to touch him before it drops to her side. "You look okay. Are you- " Her voice trails off, and she shakes her head, probably realizing it's not the best thing to ask him. Bellamy lets out a slow breath, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. Their eyes meet, and she returns the sentiment.
Bellamy's not sure how long they stand out there talking, no anger or resentment, just airing what they needed to. She understands when he tells her he wasn't the same person she used to know, and he didn't know how to be with her. Roma is still hurt, he had chosen to end things the way he did, but the brunette says she forgives him. When they hug, Roma doesn't linger, and as they part, she squeezes his arm with a knowing look as she tells him that Clarke is pretty. It's dark, so she can't see the blush that fills his cheeks.
She chooses not to come back to the party, and when Bellamy steps back inside the apartment, things have quieted down. He's disappointed when he doesn't see Clarke, but makes a mental note to make it up to her in the morning. "Where were you?" Miller asks as he makes his way into the living room, brows knit in concern as he fills the trash bag in his hand with discarded plates and cups. Octavia is already passed out on the couch, her hand pressed against her face like a pillow as she snores. He bites back a smile as he nods towards the door. "Roma." He explains, shrugging his shoulders at Miller's questioning look, but doesn't give any more than that. Instead, he scoops his sister up from the couch, chuckling when she mumbles something under her breath, and carries her down the hall to her room.
Bellamy helps her out of her shoes and tucks her into bed, expression softening when she wakes for a moment, gaze meeting his with a smile. "I missed you, big bro." She murmurs, squeezing his hand before rolling over, promptly falling back to sleep. He's still shaking his head in amusement as he makes his way down the hall, patting Miller on the back and telling him that he'll finish the clean-up. He's exhausted, but he knows he won't sleep much anyway, so it gives him something to do. Afterward, he uses the hall bathroom to brush his teeth and change, noting how comfortable the couch they have is as he curls up on it. He's wondering if Clarke had picked it out when he finally falls asleep.
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Bellamy has to hand it to her, she’s doing surprisingly well under the circumstances, holding off even though he knows she’s wrecked. Every inch of Clarke’s skin is covered in bright pink splotches, her chest heaving as she tugs uselessly at the restraints that hold her wrists. She’s sprawled out beneath him, like a buffet for him to devour. He’s left her ankles free, so he can maneuver her legs to his heart's content, a low chuckle leaving him as he drags his nails along the backs of her knees where he knows she’s ticklish. “You’re being so good.” Bellamy praises, lips making a path along the inside of her thigh to her cunt, tongue running up her slit. He’s already edged her four times in the last hour, and he knows she’s going to have a hell of a time holding off for a fifth. Too bad, he intends to edge her for longer. There are toys scattered along the bed, within arms reach, and even though he knows her body is begging for release, she’s also enjoying the teasing. He brings her back to the brink of orgasm, palms holding her hips still as they rut up against his mouth. It doesn’t take her long to get there, and Bellamy pulls away just in time. She’s so close that even when he pulls away, he’s surprised she doesn’t cum anyway. He makes soothing circles against her waist with his fingers, drinking in the sight of her as he presses kisses up the slope of her stomach. “I wish you could see how you look right now, He tells her, lips brushing along the underside of her breast as he reaches for another toy. He’d decided that sensation play was on the menu tonight, and he has to admit, it pairs well with the edging he’s giving her. Every nerve of Clarke's body is on edge right now, so much so that he half expects her body to levitate off the bed when he drags the tickler over her nipple. “So sensitive...” Bellamy teases as he does it again and again, chuckling before he drops it to the bed, replacing the soft plumes with the blunt edges of his nails.
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too soon for her liking , bellamy pulls her hands from his hair and sets them by her sides. clarke fights the urge to sigh , nodding again in response to his question. she doesn’t move an inch when he steps away to walk over to their closet , her heartbeat kicking up a notch when she catches a glimpse of their box. they’d added a few things to it since they moved in together and clarke had a great time whenever they chose to delve into it. a wicked grin spreads across her lips when bellamy speaks and she knows exactly where he’ll take her before they take a single step. clarke sets her hands on the counter , pressing back against him as she watches their reflection in the mirror. ❝ mm , sounds really hot. ❞ she whispers , gasping when bellamy draws her hands up to her chest.
clarke spreads her legs enough for his hand to slide between them with ease , a sigh rolling off her tongue at the brush brush of his fingers against her slit. she finds his gaze in the mirror and manages to mimic his smirk before bellamy is turning her around. she manages to keep her arms positioned how he’d left them and grins as he finally grabs the rope. clarke watches attentively bellamy loop the rope around her wrists and make his way around her body until her hands are securely tied to her chest. the blue looks great against her skin and knowing how much bellamy loves seeing it on her makes her flush. ❝ feels good. ❞ clarke replies immediately , lifting her gaze to meet his. ❝ no pinching or tingling. ❞
Once she gives him the all-clear, his expression darkens, hands running down to her hips as he turns her to face the mirror. He'd chosen to tie her arms in front not only so he could see them but so Clarke could as well. "You always look so good in rope," Bellamy whispers against her ear, brushing her hair off her neck so he can press a lingering kiss there. "I bet you're even wetter now." He can't help but tease, urging her legs further apart, so he can drag his fingers along her slit. Sure enough, she's soaked, and with a groan, he nudges her hips back against his. Without the use of her hands, she can't lean against the sink for support, so Bellamy's hands cover her bound wrists, eyes watching hers in the mirror as he leads his cock into her cunt.
clarke finishes her water in record time. she taps her nails against the glass rhythmically while waiting for bellamy to finish his , letting him take it from her with a soft , ❝ thanks. ❞ followed by a smile. clarke watches his every move , teeth sinking into her lower lip as he returns to the bed , his strong hands finding their way to her waist. a chuckle rolls off her tongue easily as bellamy pulls her in , fingertips dancing along the fabric of her dress. ❝ that’s a great idea. ❞ clarke responds , lifting her arms above her head so she can help him peel off her dress. at his question , she can’t help but nod eagerly. she’d been thinking about it ever since they started this little game of theirs. ❝ yes , please. ❞ she whispers , breathing hitching as bellamy’s nails tease her already hard nipples. his lips cover hers before she can let out a tiny , needy whine and her hands fly to his hair , fingers tangling into the curls at the base of his neck as she pushes her chest out towards him.
As her body arches towards him, chest pressing up against his fingers, he smirks against her mouth. Bellamy groans at the feel of her hands gripping his hair, and with one last nip of her lip, he's gently pulling her hands away and pressing them into her sides. "You want me to fuck you like I would at the club?" He asks, not waiting to hear her answer as he crosses the room to their closet. He doesn't tell her to stay still, but something tells him he doesn't have to. Bellamy might not be enforcing rules tonight, but she'd also asked him to tie her. When he returns, he has a long blue rope in his hand. "There's no bed there." He points out with a dark smile, reaching for her hand, so he can lead her into the bathroom. The mirror is quite large, which gives him a full view of Clarke as he places her in front of him, her back pressed to his chest as he meets her gaze in the reflection. "I would have fucked you right there in one of those bathrooms." He admits, setting the rope down on the counter for a moment as he draws her hands up, pressing her wrists to her chest. "I would have bent you over one of the sinks, so you could see your face while I fucked you."
Bellamy uses one of his feet to urge her legs further apart, one of his hands drifting down between their bodies to brush against her cunt. No surprise to him he, can already feel how wet she is already. Their eyes meet in the mirror, and Bellamy gives her another smirk before turning her towards him, reaching again for the rope, so he can begin tying her hands to her chest. It's a simple tie, one he'd been practicing variations of the last several months. It's restrictive enough that she won't be able to touch him, but she can stay in it longer than most of the ones he's used on her lately. Still, once he's finished, he slips his fingers under the rope, making sure it's not pinching before he turns his attention back to her. "How's that feel princess?"