#youleftme-clarke

Oh sis get ready haha. We’re heading into The Angst™ these next few chapters. There will be a happy ending tho. Eventually. 

I’m glad you’re enjoying my emotional torture 😉

@youleftme-clarke: Lil baby Blue opened her eye* today and got her first solid treat!

5. Favourite positions?

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13. Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Neither of them is particularly loud, which isn’t all that surprising when Clarke things about it. Bellamy runs his mouth, sure, but it’s hushed, reverent, which makes sense when he’s shared tight quarters with 5 other people in addition to Echo for six years. For herself, there’s never been a reason to be loud Her fingers were fine, but they were never enough to make her gasp aloud.

So when Bellamy finds a particularly good spot as he’s fingering her lazily one afternoon, Clarke’s high pitched whine shocks them both. For a moment they blink at each other, and then Bellamy grins and doubles down. He chases her sounds, urges her on, and as she gets louder, so does he. 

Her blood’s pounding in her ears and the gunfire is reverberating in her bones as she and Bellamy duck behind a boulder.  He clutches her tight as they hear the sound of McCreary’s missile launcher preparing to fire. 

Okay that’s fair 😂

Here you go, babe! Hopefully this improves your shitty week (writing it kind of improved mine). 💖💖💖 

Operation; GCGL

Clarke Griffin has known Bellamy Blake forever. He was her best friends brother, who somehow went from the most annoying person in the world, to one of her favourites. He’s been there for every memory she has. Grazing her knees while trying to stop kids in his grade picking on Jasper when she was six, Bellamy had run over and pushed them away from her. He’d taught her and O how to ride their bikes without training wheels. He’d been the one that encouraged her to paint the walls of her tree house, despite what her parents said. He was who she went to when her first boyfriend cheated on her, when she failed her first test and when didn’t know how to tell her parents she didn’t want to go to med school. He was there for her high school graduation and when her dad had been killed in a car accident. He helped her figure out her sexuality and dealt with the mess of her last relationship.

Bellamy’s always been there for her. And somewhere along the line, Clarke fell in love with him. But he sees her as another sister, one he’s only slightly less protective over and slightly more inclined to get drunk with. He’s someone she goes to when she’s moody or bored and just wants to hang out. She wants to spend the majority of her time with him, but she can’t. Because they’re just friends.

Which is what she’s telling Raven while they get ready for Monty’s twenty-third birthday. She’s also messaging Bellamy, who is complaining about having to go out on a Friday night. He acts an awful lot like a seventy year old man, given he’s only two years older than them.

“Are you’re sure he doesn’t like you back?” Raven asks, rummaging through Clarke’s makeup bag and pulling out a red lipstick that Clarke had recently bought but not been game to try. “Because I’m not.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Clarke shrugs. “He treats me the same as Octavia.” She’s leaning into the mirror, carefully running her eyeliner over Raven’s handiwork on her eyelid.

“He definitely doesn’t. And even if he did, he doesn’t look at you the way he looks at Octavia.” Raven scoffs, rolling her eyes. “And I can prove it.” Raven waves the lipstick that Clarke had thought she was going to use on herself in front of Clarke’s face.

“I’m not wearing that.” Clarke says, mostly because she doesn’t know how to not argue.

“You want me to prove that he’s into you?”

“He’s not, but go on.” Clarke mutters, reaching for her drink. She’s too sober for this.

“You show up, wearing this and the black dress we bought the other day and then show him that you like him.” Raven says excitedly.

“Show him that I like him?” Clarke repeats dubiously.

“Up your flirting game, Griffin.” Raven says, waggling her eyebrows. “Seduce him.”

Clarke sighs.  It’s not like she doesn’t flirt with Bellamy, it’s just very low key. She sends him slightly cuter Snapchats than she does the rest of their friends and she always makes sure she seeks him out first when they go somewhere as a group. But they’ve been friends for so long that it would be weird if she suddenly started brushing up against him or make casual innuendos.

Which of course is exactly what Raven tells her to do. And with each extra sip of her drink, she’s somehow convinced that maybe it’s a good idea to at least let Bellamy know she’s interested. Then the ball is in his court. He can politely turn her down or pretend it never happened.

“Or maybe he’ll shove you up against a wall and finally make a move.” Raven suggests, a shit eating grin on her face. “Commencing Operation; get Clarke Griffin laid.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Clarke mutters and then groans when she hears the words repeated back at her. Raven recorded it. She groans again when she looks down at her phone and sees the video from Raven in the group chat.

*

Half an hour later she’s adjusting the skirt of her dress and checking her lipstick in the reflection of her phone as they walk into Monty’s favourite bar. They’re a little late, so they immediately spot their friends crammed around a table in the back corner.

“Commencing operation; GCGL.” Raven whispers and it takes everything in Clarke not to smack her as they cross the bar.

“You made it!” Monty cries enthusiastically, scampering over Jasper to throw himself at Clarke and Raven. “Jasper got me drunk.”

“Of course he did.” Raven grins.

“Hey.” Clarke glances over and sees Bellamy sliding out of his seat and stepping beside her. Time to do this. She leans in to give him a hug, which isn’t unusual but she makes sure to linger a little longer than necessary. It’s instantly worth it when he doesn’t pull away until she lets go. Raven gives her another grin, before purposefully turning her back to them and engaging Octavia and Miller in a conversation.

“Want to come get a drink?” She asks, putting her hand on his arm. She feels his muscles tense under the black button down he’s wearing and she rolls her eyes at him. He can’t help but show off and now that Raven’s put the idea in her head, she can’t help but think it’s for her.

“Sure thing, princess.” He says, leading the way back across the crowded room to the bar. She lets him order the first round, accepting the vodka cranberry and taking a sip through the straw. She doesn’t miss the way his eyes linger on her lips and maybe Raven was right? She raises her eyebrows questioningly at him and it’s hard to tell in the dimly lit bar, but she’s pretty sure he’s blushing.

“You look great.” He tells her.

“I know.” She smirks. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Very humble.” He mutters, putting a hand on her back as they cross the room again.

They return to their table, sliding into the booth which is now so crowded that she has to press into him to not fall off the seat. Not that she’s complaining, unnecessary touching was part of Raven’s plan. After fifteen minutes, Bellamy seems to give up and lifts his arm, draping it over the back of the chair and allowing Clarke to tuck herself into his side.

As the night gets later and Clarke gets only slightly tipsier, she finds it easier to flirt with Bellamy. A hand on his leg as she leans over the table for her drink, one hand on his arm when she laughs at his jokes, a compliment between the teasing insults they always drop. She’s being so obvious she’s getting a look from Miller, who normally just minds his own business. But at least that means Bellamy has to have noticed. Even if he isn’t acting any differently right now. There’s no way he hasn’t noticed.

“Let’s dance.” Octavia calls as she returns to the table with a pitcher of whatever she and Raven had been drinking.

“O.” Lincoln mutters, shaking his head as she tries to drag him and Raven out of the booth.

“Dance with me?” Clarke asks, in what she decides is her final attempt at seducing him. If this doesn’t work, she’s going to accept that he’s not interested.

Bellamy glances at Miller with what looks like panic in his eyes, but Miller looks away. Clarke is about the give him the easy option out, when he finally concedes and laces their fingers together, letting her lead him to the small space that doubles as a dance floor.

She wraps her arms loosely around his neck in a way that could be platonic if you squinted and can’t help but smile when he puts his hands on her waist. Raven smirks at her and mouths something that looks suspiciously like ‘Operation GCGL,’ but mercifully leads Octavia and Lincoln to the other side of the dance floor.

After a slow song that has them swaying in a circle and teasing each other about their dancing technique, the music changes to something she doesn’t recognise but has a lot of bass. Before she can overthink it, she pulls him closer and tightens her arms around his nick. He freezes for a second, but then wraps his arms around her waist.

“You’re killing me, princess.” Bellamy whispers, leaning forward so their foreheads are almost touching.

“Am I?” She breathes, leaning in further.

“All night.” He mutters, meeting her eye. “And basically always. But you’re drunk, I’m not doing anything tonight.”

“I’m not drunk.” Clarke whispers. “I’ve had like two drinks since I’ve gotten here.” Her head still reeling for his confession. Basically always? Does that mean what she thinks it does?

“If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.” Bellamy confesses, ducking his head so his mouth is pressed to the corner of hers.

“I don’t want you to stop. This is what I wanted.”

“Fuck it.” Bellamy pulls her closer and puts one hand on the back of her neck. “Promise me you’re not going to regret this in the morning?”

“I promise.” She tugs him down so his mouth finally meets hers. Kissing Bellamy is a lot like she always imagined. He’s warm and insistent, like he is with everything they do. He tastes a little like the beer he’s been drinking and a little like the gum and a little like home. It’s perfect and she never wants to stop. She can’t help the little whine that escapes when he pushes closer still and opens his mouth. But then he pulls away.

“Actually killing me.” He whispers, gently pushing a lock of her hair of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“I tried.” She says, pressing a kiss to his jaw. She misses the contact of his lips on hers but they should probably have a conversation before they make out anymore. If only to make sure they’re on the same page before they do – anything else.

“You tried to kill me?” He teases.

“To seduce you.” She says, willing the flush off her face. This is important and Bellamy deserves to know how she feels. Especially because (and it pains her to admit it) Raven was right.  He seems to love her back. “But I definitely don’t want a one time seduction.”

“Just to clarify, I’ve been into you forever.” Bellamy tells her. “And you tried to kill me tonight, to seduce me permanently.”

“Or to be your girlfriend.” She laughs a little, giddy with excitement because after years of wanting and not thinking her feelings were returning, she’s finally got Bellamy.

“Girlfriend sounds perfect.” He agrees, kissing her again.

“Operation; GCGL is a success!”  Raven shouts, interrupting their kiss. “Now take this somewhere else so we don’t have to watch.”