b l a k e

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.         ❞         

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.

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!         ❞         

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.         ❞         

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.         ❞         

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.         ❞         

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?         ❞         

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?         ❞         

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."

         you gotta wake up for me, please

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.

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.

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.     ❞         

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."