"Say baby, Imma wake up for you

Imma have my way with your body

And when I'm done touching you

I bet you won't want to

Give yourself to nobody"

Chapter 1:

Clarke closed her eyes—opened them again. Then, closed her eyes once more. She was truly exhausted but plagued with the constant inability to find rest. The soft grass beneath her body wasn't comforting her into a beautiful, light sleep. Its cool nature should have soothed her aching skin and lulled her to sleep but her body refused to let go… most likely because her head was screaming that sleep was a waste of valuable time. She could be looking for medical supplies. She could be organizing or discussing strategy. If she didn't have to sleep—"Clarke." She heard Bellamy moan her name. She lifted her head, peeking at him from across the fire. It was odd sleeping near him and his presence could be a reason she was finding it hard to rest. Bellamy made the executive decision to split up their search group to cover more ground without asking her beforehand, dismissing her with a hand gesture. They were supposed to meet back at the river by noon tomorrow. A part of her was grateful that she did not have to deal with Finn and Raven but she was mostly annoyed that Bellamy disrespected her. He was supposed to value her opinion as a co-leader, he was supposed to ask her first.

Concerned that he was hurt and kept his condition a secret, a common thing when it came to Bellamy, she crawled across the grass to him. Her hand hovered over his forehead to check for a fever. She watched as his lips moved, her name falling from his mouth again in a throaty moan. Her eyes widened when she realized he was sleeping peacefully—there was nothing physically wrong with him.

"Hey jackass, I'm right here." She whispered, her eyes scanning his serene features. Envious of his ability to fall out of consciousness, she angrily asked him, "Why the hell are you dreaming about me?" Clarke reflexively leaned her ear towards his mouth so she could catch his words. He practically groaned her name, sending a shiver up her spine at how loud he was. "Bellamy." She called, her voice rough and flustered as she tried to wake him. How could he affect her like this? She felt a "minor" tingle in the lower regions of her body when he released a soft groan in response. What happened to Bellamy being repulsive? What happened to her annoyance? She shook his body because she couldn't tolerate it anymore. "Bellamy!"

"What?" His eyelids flew open, his arms moving quickly so he could prop himself up on his elbows. His eyes examined their location quickly before he protectively grabbed her wrist, "Grounders? Clarke…answer me? Are you okay?" Her words failed her as she tried to comprehend why he cared so much.

"No." Clarke shook her head before moving her eyes to the crushed pieces of grass around their bodies. Even in the dark, the grass was beautiful—Earth was beautiful. "You were talking in your sleep…I just…I couldn't…"

"Oh." Bellamy was staring at her, watching the faint blush move up her skin as she recalled how it made her feel…how it felt to hear her name on his lips. She tried to steady her thoughts, exhaling as she focused on the important things. The camp. The campers. Her chin tilted towards the sky as she thought about the events of Earth. She knew the Ark was failing, but how could they? How could they send them to the ground? Children…they were only children. How would it be when they came down to Earth? Would they see the beauty the way she did? Would her mother marvel at the night sky? Would she find the slick dampness of the grass relaxing? Her thoughts were starting to give her a headache—it seemed like there was not a safe-haven when it came to her mind. Between surviving, her complicated relationship with her mother and the Ark failing… it was too much.

"What were you dreaming about?" She turned her attention back to Bellamy because she needed a distraction despite the awkwardness of the conversation. Maybe he was hurt? Maybe it wasn't a sex dream.

"Nothing." He cleared his throat, squinting his eyes momentarily before saying "I can't remember…" Clarke cursed Bellamy in her head. Why couldn't he lie better? She knew he could lie better than that.

"Bellamy…" She let his name hang in the air until the wind touched her blonde hair, letting it fly in the opposite direction. She inhaled the chill, the freshness running through her nose and filling her body until she could ask the question again. "What were you dreaming about?"

He faked annoyance, "I told you I can't remember. Stop prying, Clarke. Mind your own business."

"What were you dreaming about?" She was on her knees, leaning closer to him as a way of intimidation. Clarke did not realize that the view down her shirt wasn't intimidating, it was arousing. She expected him to respond with animosity but his calloused hands gripped the side of her face. He waited for her to respond with disgust, annoyance, something she was supposed to respond with. She didn't. He brought his face closer to hers until his nose pressed to the side of hers. She noticed his lips were hard against hers—needy and forceful. She moved closer to him until their clothed bodies were pressed together with such force that she thought they could meld. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in the unruly curls on the nape of his neck as her hot pant touched his cheek when she attempted to breathe. He bit her lip upon returning, which was unexpected but accepted urgently. Her lips parted, another gasp moving through her when he massaged her tongue with his.

She didn't know what she was doing—she didn't want to know what she was doing…she just wanted to do it. She smirked, breaking their kiss, and pushed at his chest so he would lay flat against the ground. Her legs moved to straddle him—distantly, she thought about how she hoped she appeared sexy rather than completely inexperienced. What if he didn't like it? Was she taking this too far? The look in his brown eyes said he wanted her. He craved her. She reclaimed his lips as his hands gripped her hips tightly before he started leaving a trail of need up her lower back. He drew circles into her skin, lightly at first, before he pressed harder into her. She moaned into their kiss because it felt so good.

Bellamy moved his head, breaking the kiss. He huskily warned her, "Unless you want to go farther than this tonight, Princess, don't make that noise again." It was like she had one night to live—this was normal, this was what normal teenagers did, right? They had regrettable sex or at least, reckless sex. She wanted to be impulsive. She grinded down on him, feeling the hardness between her thighs. She felt like she was heating up too fast...was she supposed to react this way? She took in a deep breath before she closed the distance again—ignoring his warning completely.

She felt his hands moving up and down her while she controlled their kisses—first softly, then tenderly, then pure lascivious want. Their animated noises beaconing throughout the small clearing were the only thing they could hear—the crickets, the rustle of leaves were all covered by her soft moans and Bellamy's encouragements. Bellamy's hands slid up her hips revealing more and more of her creamy ivory skin. His thumb rested near her navel while their tongues battled for dominance. He tasted like the berries they ate for dinner and Bellamy—just Bellamy and his manly, self-reliant, dauntless attitude. She liked his taste. She basked in that taste for a long time before Bellamy pulled her shirt over her head. She paused, normally she didn't feel self-conscience but seeing him in all of his attractive glory, she felt extremely less. He brushed aside her hair from her face and mused, "You're perfect, Clarke." She knew that he was the master of charisma. He could be lying…

Her cheeks were tainted with a red blush, "You don't mean that."

"Baby, I'm so turned on right now by how alluring you are… I swear you're perfect." He took action, flipping her on to her back. "And I'm going to prove it to you." Clarke was gorgeous to him. Far more attractive than anyone he'd ever been with before. Those soft curves made him completely crazy. He placed open mouth kisses over the edges of her bra and then on the exposed skin of her breast. He reached behind her back and unclasped her black bra, tossing it beside her head. A loud moan vibrated through her lips when his mouth connected with the bud of her nipple. His teeth scraped over her skin, the roughness and the gentleness blending as she closed her eyes.

He thoroughly enjoyed making her moan like that as if she'd never been touched before. She was gripping at his hair, trying to keep him focused on that spot but he brought his head up as a thought crossed his mind, "Clarke…" He cleared his throat and began speaking, "Are you a virgin?"

"No." She answered, blushing a dark color—her eyes searching his as if she had something to be ashamed of. It was funny, really, because Bellamy was far from virginal. "I've been with Finn."

"Finn?" That annoyed him a bit because it was Finn. "Anyone else?"

"No." She replied, her eyebrows furrowing. Bellamy's annoyance faded away when he thought about how Clarke was reacting to his every touch… like she'd never been touched like that. And who was he to judge her? He brushed away his pride because he wanted her—he wanted her so bad. His hand swept across her face, softer than she expected it to be as he accepted her and she accepted him. She became more aware of his arousal. She guided his shirt off of his arms—those big, sexy arms. She watched him roll of her body to take off his pants. Her eyes follow the worn material as it moved down his legs along with his underwear. She didn't want her stare to linger as her heartbeat became irregular—he was endowed, honestly, and the former virgin in her returned.

Of course, every girl has this moral obligation to lie about the size of their partner to their face. But seriously, Bellamy was the biggest she'd ever seen (not that she was going around gawking at every male's manhood.) Her first time with Finn was the only comparison she had when it came to sex and it was absolutely horrible if she was being honest with herself—in the moment, it was great…but afterwards…

She pushed the thought out of her head as she unbuttoned her own pants, sliding her jeans down her legs. Bellamy wasted no time pressing their bare chests against one another, his lips touching her neck in anticipation.

The sensitive hairs on the back of her neck were pulled as he tangled his fingers in her waves, "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice low and soft as he studied her. She didn't want to tell him that she was worried—she didn't want to sound like a child. She explicitly kissed him, telling him "come-and-get-me" with her hungry touches. Her fears subsided when he returned the embrace immediately. He asked her, his eyes still trying to find disgust in hers, "Are you ready?" She nodded, allowing his hand to move her knee over. He positioned himself, slowly pushing into her. A small groan escaped his lips as he felt the tightness of her around him. "God…"

Her back arched, pushing her breast to his chest as he pushed in and out slowly. He was testing the waters and making sure that he wouldn't hurt her by going too rough- even though he wanted to ravish her. Clarke was testing the waters too. She brought her leg up around his legs so he would push deeper. She pushed her head into the grass when she started moaning louder and louder. At least she wasn't the only one making loud sounds. Bellamy's face was sweaty like their bodies and his face was flustered. No smirk, no cockiness- just vulnerability as he thrust into her repeatedly. He decided to speed up when she dug her nails into his back. "Bellamy!" She started saying his name over and over again in a pleasurable groan while she neared her climax.

Clarke felt his body tensing, "Clarke." He moaned into her neck. She felt him spasm and finally release himself into her. She panted underneath him for a long time before he rolled off of her. She told herself to calm down- don't say anything about the experience. She started dressing herself having to reach over his breathless naked form to grab her shirt. They barely made eye-contact. In fact, his eyes were closed so they didn't have to make eye contact.

There it was… the awkward post-sex tango. Tomorrow morning was going to be fantastic with him. "You should get dressed." She told him, "You don't want to get cold and you don't want to be taken by grounders while naked." She didn't look at him when she talked.

Bellamy sat up, side-glancing at her while she put her shirt over her head. He thought about how his lips graced her skin minutes ago. He started throwing on his clothes. "Princess…"

"We don't have to talk about it." She said. Am I that bad? I knew he wasn't being truthful about how I looked… Dammit, what the hell is wrong with me? Having sex with him? Am I sick in the head or just fucking stupid?

"I don't regret it." Bellamy informed her, "Not a second of it. I'm just tired, baby… I'm just tired."

His new nickname for her was a common nickname but it was one that had meaning. "Okay." She said, trying to settle down after her irrational fears took hold of her brain. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. She turned into him, pressing her head into his neck.

Bellamy fell asleep first, his head sinking down to her shoulder while he snored. She tucked underneath him and closed her eyes until she was sound asleep.

XXX

Clarke and Bellamy avoided each other like they had a deadly disease that could only be passed through talking about their night. She was starting to convince herself that it never happened. She, more than anything, wanted to convince herself that it never happened. She'd woken up with a slight pain after their night and avoided discussing her occasional wincing for hours before they opened their mouths to address one another on the subject.

It crossed her mind that Bellamy didn't know what to say—what do you say after such an impulsive and reckless night with the person you're expected to lead beside? There wasn't exactly a handbook on one-night-stands-with-your-partner lying around in the tall grasslands or rocky surfaces they were hiking through so they could return home. Clarke started to ask herself if it was truly a one night stand… what if he wanted to do that every night? There was a piece of her that wanted that even if the rational side of her was scolding her for the idea. Was Bellamy even that bad? Sure, he pissed her off but…was he the same person that she assumed he was the second they met?

If she were being honest with herself…

Yes. Bellamy was still a jackass, he still protected his sister at all costs…he was still that guy. If she thought any differently, she would be mistaken. That didn't mean that Bellamy was only that person. He certainly grew on her. If he were to die, she would mourn him. It disturbed her sometimes that her gauge for compassion was measured on those grounds. Death shouldn't be her unit of measurement. Yet, as she watched him…she was satisfied that she could admit that there was a place for him in her heart. But, what about his heart? She thought about Bellamy's life. She thought about what she knew and what she'd seen and her heart started beating irregularly again. The images of multiple girls running in and out of his tent flew through her mind. Did she just accidentally join his harem?

Oh, hell no.

"I'm not part of your skank squad." Clarke informed him because he needed to know that she wasn't one of them.

Bellamy chuckled, "No one is asking you to be part of my so-called Skank Squad." Then he turned to her, "What are we 15, Clarke? Talk to me." Fifteen. Clarke thought about fifteen—she didn't know what Bellamy was dong when he was fifteen, but she was reading and studying medicine. She didn't have any interests in having meaningless sex—she just wanted to hang out with her best friend and occasionally sketch something beautiful.

"You have a mouth, too." She pointed out, struggling with intelligence and decent come-backs. The sound of water ran through her mind. They were finally only remotely familiar ground and some sort of confidence returned to her—none of which had anything to do with Bellamy.

"Thanks for the insight doctor, I had no idea I had a mouth." He rolled his eyes before he cleared his throat, "We had sex." He moved back a branch, holding it so it wouldn't hit her. Would he let her get hit yesterday? She was trying not to overthink every action he made but it was hard.

"That, we did." Awkwardly, she pushed forward "Now what?"

Bellamy shrugged, "I don't know what you want me to say."

"What do you want to say?" She questioned, "What are you thinking? You're leaving me out here to think on my own and trust me when I say post-sex adolescent girl mind is a scary fucking place."

Bellamy looked at her with dark eyes, "You're far from a girl." He told her, "After last night… you're all woman to me." The memory of his flustered face, his thrusts and groans all rose to the surface of her brain. How he felt…how she moaned his name…how she wanted him more than anything else in the entire world…

"I'm completely inexperienced." Where the fuck are you going with this, Clarke? She asked herself, annoyed because this was not what she wanted to talk about. She wanted to talk about the status of their relationship—or not relationship.

"Maybe that's what I like about you." Bellamy said, "Plus, you have a pretty steep learning curve…and last night was…it was great." He started talking about their performance with a cheeky grin, "Next time, we could try to last longer though. But that's just as much as my fault as it is yours. But you were the one who woke me up with sex…"

"So, you're banking on a next time?" She asked. He only nodded, "Okay." She returned his nod, "Let's come to an understanding then… If we're going to continue this any further I don't want you with someone else. It's not a jealousy thing, it really isn't, but multiple sexual partners is disgusting. I'm not going to be part of the cycle."

"I can agree to that." He said like it was the easiest choice in the entire world.

"Good. Second, this is only temporary. If either of us meet someone and start a relationship this is off." She said, "This is only a mutual benefit thing. It's just sex. That being said, I know you well enough that you'll want to put down some type of claim but you can't do that. This is not a relationship. Your business, when it comes to me, is only sex and making sure I stay true to the terms I set and any terms you plan on setting."

"Spoken like a true leader." Bellamy claimed, "But I do reserve the right to tell people you're mine. I won't have them ogling you more than they already do." She was completely unware of any ogling.

"But I'm not yours."

Bellamy rolled his eyes, "Sexual relationships are relationships. I don't need anyone trying to fuck with you. Like you said, my business is sex with you. No one else is going to even think about what I do with you as something they can do with you."

She only nodded in agreement after thinking about how Bellamy would go against her wishes anyway, "It's a monogamous sexual relationship without all of the typical relationship requirements and emotions."

"Who said we couldn't agree on things?" Bellamy looked across the opening leading to the river and frowned. "They're early."

"That's a good thing." Clarke told him, "That means we can get back to camp and see the mess we left behind sooner." It was awkward, walking over to Raven and Finn, throwing down the meager supplies they'd found. She knew there would be another search soon. That thought distracted her for a few moments while Raven explained why they had nothing to show for their efforts. Clarke tried to back away from Finn's watchful gaze. It felt wrong—it felt so wrong for her to feel so different.

She sighed when they started the journey back to camp. As soon as she could bury herself in injuries and complaints, she would be out of this daze. The thought of her agreement with Bellamy stuck in her mind and she knew it was a bad idea…but didn't she deserve an outlet like everyone else? Bellamy could understand her, Bellamy could bring her pleasure. Clarke stayed behind Raven and Finn for the majority of the trip. She watched as Bellamy pretended nothing happened between them and she wished she had that type of resolve. Why was she suddenly failing at being oblique? Tension was extremely high because Bellamy was pissed. Clearly, Raven and Finn fell behind on their duties and he and Clarke busted their ass yesterday trying to find things to keep them alive. His eyes pointedly stared into the back of Finn's head as he tucked his hand in Clarke's back pocket.

She was shocked, her mouth falling open before she bit the inside of her cheek. If touching her prevented him from starting a fight with two necessary individuals in their camp structure, she wasn't going to protest. His fingers dug into the material but not hard enough to cause pain. To be honest, Clarke was annoyed, too. Finn and Raven selfishly put their personal needs above the camp. Survival was key…what if the path Finn and Raven took had blankets? Unperishable food? Wires? And they decided to have sex instead—how could she be mad, though? She and Bellamy…

But they got their job done beforehand.

Impulsive recklessness washed over her, preventing her from giving a damn about what anyone thought… She leaned into his side when his hand started creeping up her back, his nails lightly brushing her lower back. He was tense until her hand started rubbing down his back. He liked that. She liked that he liked that. He moved his arm to circle her, his hand moving underneath her shirt until it was under her bra.

They reached a drop off in the ground which caused Clarke to pull away from him so they wouldn't stumble and fall. Finn helped Raven down and went to help Clarke down but Clarke knew Bellamy's mood was already bad enough and he would read too much into it in his "delicate" state. She was enjoying herself too much to test out his possessive jealousy. She jumped, making a face at the returning soreness in her groin. "You okay?" Finn asked, his eyebrows pushing together as he paid too much attention to her. "You pull something?"

"No." She said, side-glancing at Bellamy who looked at her with a smug look. She confirmed his suspicions when she whispered, "Don't say anything" when she was sure Finn and Raven couldn't hear them.

"I'm surprised you didn't say anything." Bellamy shrugged but remained smug the entire time, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to."

"It's not exactly your fault." She blushed, "I just…you…" The start of her sentence made Bellamy grin with a raised eyebrow. "You know what I mean." Her voice was louder than she thought it was going to be. Finn and Raven looked back at them, the real look of concern coming from Finn. Bellamy shot him a glare that told him to mind his own damn business. Without much protest, because Raven was there, Finn turned around.

Bellamy tried to disguise their conversation because he desperately wanted to finish. He needed the ego boost from her. He needed the distraction. "I tried to be easy about it." She noted that he needed work when it came to disguising conversation. His hand returned to their intimate position from before the drop off. His long fingers touched her hardening nipple, making her breathing uneasy but she was certain he was the only one that could hear it.

"Like I said, it's not your fault." She said, "I'll get used to it." Her cerulean eyes moved up to his face so she could survey his reaction. He responded well, telling her that he liked it when she talked about the details of their sex life. Their sex life… She wanted him right then and she didn't care who was there but she had some type of self-control. "It just felt like losing it again."

He moved closer to her, whispering in her ear, "Princess, I don't know if that's supposed to make me feel bad or good about myself."

She closed her eyes, "You should feel good about yourself, Bellamy Blake." She said when she opened her eyes, shaking the feeling of senselessness. "You brought a lot of—"

"Are you discussing supply rations because I have a good idea." Raven yelled in front of them. She and Finn were about seven feet ahead of them. Bellamy quickly jerked his hand from under her shirt and placed it in his own pocket before Raven turned around. "We aren't trying to have some type of Ark council shit so obviously everything can't go to the important people in camp. We have to disperse evenly."

Clarke spoke up before Bellamy could say something about working hard and getting rewarded, "I really thought there was going to be more supplies where you two went. Sorry for leading you on a goose chase." It was a guilt trip.

"It's fine." Raven said with a smile that could only be translate as I won, bitch. She was implying that she and Finn had sex. There was something animal-like in Clarke's head and she returned Raven's smile because it felt like Clarke was winning. "I imagine if we were to go further east there would be supplies. I read awhile back that there was more affluent families that way who could afford to build bunkers. We might get lucky." Raven and Clarke needed to get along for things to work. In the end, it was about survival. She wasn't surprised when Raven changed her expression and started talking to Clarke like a normal person rather than a feisty girlfriend.

Clarke nodded, "We should reassemble in a week and search for more supplies. We need them."

"Agreed." Bellamy said, "One week and then another search."

Raven nodded, "Sounds good."

XXX

Her mind was frazzled by the sensation of Bellamy moving his hands across her body the entire trip. She was ready to jump him. She was so ready for him. But, they had things to take care of when they returned.

There were bruises, possible infections, deep cuts, shallow cuts and a few "girl" arguments that could only be mediated by another "girl." It was Miller who came up with that grand statement. She wrinkled her nose at Miller's sexist implication before Bellamy's second left the drop ship. She liked Miller sometimes. She hated Miller sometimes. It was like her relationship with Raven if she had to compare it to something.

She felt someone's hands on her hips as the sky darkened around her. "Bellamy, stop!" She giggled causing him to laugh against her skin. He continued to kiss lightly on her neck until she pushed her body into him. He started suck in response. She moaned, "Don't make it that noticeable." He continued to suck but having her permission caused him to change… He kept his lips soft against her, trying to take it slow. He paused on the mark he was creating to kiss her jaw and then returned back to the spot. His breath cooled the area when he was finished marking her as his. "Your place or mine?" She asked, her voice heavy with desire.

"Dirt or panther fur?" He said like the answer was obvious. "I'll wait for you."

"Try not to get started without me." Clarke winked at him. He turned around, licking his bottom lip like he didn't know what to say. "Forget something?" She pulled at her shirt, showing more cleavage to halt him in his steps. His breathing escalated. "You know…" She wiggled a finger at him teasingly, "We could do it right now, right here."

He fought to regain himself, "Princess… you're being mean." He groaned, "You know I like to get pay back."

She smirked, "Maybe I'm counting on it."

"I won't hold back."

"I don't want you to."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

Bellamy backed up and walked out of the drop ship. She'd won. Her little smile lasted the entire ten minutes she needed to make her way across the camp. She moved quickly, her hands already pulling off her jacket when she walked into his tent. He was sitting at the edge of his "bed" without his shirt on. He was going to stand up. "Stay there." She said, "I want to try something."

She fell to her knees in front of him, unbuttoning his pants and helping him pull them down below his ankles. His underwear followed. Her hand gripped his erection, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive skin. She looked up at him, her heavy lashes flutter as she blushed. He nodded encouragingly. Her heart beat quickened as she pressed her pink lips to his tip, her tongue flicking across him. His fingers tangled in her blonde hair, bringing her head down on him. Her little fingers dug into his exposed legs while her head began to bob up and down. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his shallow breaths and her quiet sucking sounds.

"Clarke…" He moaned. He was trying to control her speed because he didn't want her to go too far. He needed to last. He thought about how beautifully frivolous she was being with their new-found relationship. Sex had allowed her to shed all of her uptight nature and really let loose to enjoy their time. He had an aching feeling that she might regret this one day- he would accept that and let her go. Still, with the way she was making him feel right now he wasn't so sure that he ever wanted to let her go. He felt the familiar sensation arising within him. He lightly tugged at her hair to pull her head up. An audible 'pop' echoed in his ears. Her face fell, "No baby, you did great. That was amazing."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." He nodded, "Now it's your turn."

He picked her up and placed her on his bed, kissing down her shirt and the top of her pants. He took them off carefully placing wet kisses on her inner thigh before going for her underwear. He slid them down over her knees and down to her ankles, letting them fall to the floor. She looked up at him, completely unaware of what kind of pleasure she was in for.

He brought his body up, pulling her shirt over her head and kissing those beautiful breasts. He unclasped her bra and immediately started flicking the bud of her nipple with his tongue. He felt them harden underneath his tongue as well as he fingers on her other breast. He would pull away and kiss up her stomach and repeat the process. Then, he would kiss her lips delicately as a reassurance that he still wanted her very much.

He decided she was wet enough to go for what he really wanted to do after a while of heavy touching. He kissed at her legs and moved up until his tongue traced her opening. Her breathing hitched. He grabbed her hand, rubbing circles along it carefully. His tongue flicked experimentally at her clit to gauge her reaction. When she moaned he continued, her head falling deeper into his pillow. He took his hand from her hand and placed it on her hip and used his other fingers to plunge inside of her. He started out with one but then switched to two.

He listened to her heavy breathing and moans as he kept at a steady pace before he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder. Her hand gripped his hair, "Oh my god…" She moaned while her hips bucked a little. He increased his grip on her so she would remember who was in charge of this. Her nibbled on her clit which caused her to moan extremely loud. He tried to push deeper with his tongue and that was his intention when she said, "Right there… Bellamy…!" She was extremely breathy and wet but he knew that he had to listen to her even if he was running the show. "Bellamy!" She groaned when he continued in the spot she'd specified.

He sucked, licked and occasionally bit until she was uncontrollably bucking into his face. She shuddered and closed her eyes, her leg prying away from his shoulder. He kissed her thighs, kissed her stomach- then kissed between her breasts until he made it up her neck. He started to suck on the love bite he'd placed on her earlier to darken the color before he met her lips. She broke their kiss, moving her mouth to his neck. She was attempting to give him a mark identical to hers. He let her do it, groaning when it felt good. He placed his palm against her inner thigh, moving her legs apart again.

She closed her eyes, letting him navigate her the way he needed her. She trusted him with her pleasure. He'd proven that he could administer and take her needs into account. She liked the way his brown eyes sunk into hers and made her melt. She liked how he got turned on by her even if she was unoriginal and far from spectacular (her personal opinion.) She enjoyed the rough feel of his hands against her more sensitive skin. She found herself with her knee almost pressed against her boob as he pushed into her. Her back arched just enough for him to slip his hand behind her back.

His slow thrust had her moaning softly, making him smile at her blissful beauty. Her skin was a slight pink color, her hair spread out like a halo around her. Her lips were red from his repeated attacks on them and her eyelashes fluttered like a little bird's wings. Her breast were still hardened and her mouth was opened in a small 'O'. He liked everything about her. He was distracted by her everything when she flipped them over.

She straddled him, pushing down and making direct eye contact. "That's so hot." Bellamy said, pushing her hair behind her shoulder while he thrust up into her. She grinded down on him, rolling her hips while he groaned beneath her. She looked like she was about to relinquish control back to him when he said, "No baby keep going." He closed his eyes and let her ride him. There was something about her crying out that made him harder and harder. He grabbed her hips and let her bounce on him. Her breast hitting him in the face a little. Her back arched further, her arms grabbing his shoulders.

"I'm close, Bell." She said, bringing her lips to his. He continued to push up into her until she was screaming his name. He flipped them back over and drove into her at the most pleasurable speed she could handle. She was moaning and groaning and making all the good sex noises every guy wanted to hear. She was bucking her hips- right on the edge.

"Say you're mine, Clarke." He begged her. "Say it, baby…"

"I'm yours." She moaned, letting him drive her over the edge. His body started shaking as he pushed deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

"God!" He groaned as he finally released. She kissed his neck while he came, her tongue trailing up to his ear. He laid on top of her for the longest time, their bodies dripping with sweat and their intermingled body fluids. His eyes rested on her face while he thought about what just happened. She found that she would be perfectly content with this arrangement forever if she had to be. Thinking on it, who else would she be with? Finn- uh, hell no. He'd burnt his bridges to the ground by betraying her fragile trust… and these other criminals- the ones that went away for violent unjustified crimes? No fucking way. Bellamy made sense- this arrangement made sense and she was a rational person.

"I'm yours." She repeated breathlessly with closed eyes. He put his head on her chest and listened to her heart beat. It was strong and quick. Her fingers began to trace the reddish mark on his neck. "Are you mine, too?"

He exhaled, "Yes, I am." She thought he really meant it.

They were in that position for a long time until Clarke fell asleep. Bellamy tucked her naked body underneath his panther blanket with a content smile on his face. He slid on his underwear and laid next to her. His breathing was still ragged but his thoughts were focused. He could only think about her. He never knew sex could be so… he didn't even have a word for it. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling his face into her neck before he drifted off into a light sleep.

He dreamt of something impossible:

Clarke walked down the stairs with a charming smile, "Going to work Jackass?" Her tone wasn't harsh, it was endearing. She jumped to the last stair and kissed his cheek. She was wearing clean fashionable clothes. Her fair skin covered by a royal blue top that brought out her beautiful eyes and her legs covered in a light-washed denim with pre-made tears around the knees. Her feet were bare because of the luxury of their house. He noticed her nails were painted like the movies he'd seen with Octavia. She looked like a true princess.

He looked down at himself, a suit on his body. It didn't even look right but he could play the part in this dream.

Suddenly, he wasn't seeing the scene through his eyes- rather, as an outsider. Clarke held a baby bottle in her hand, shaking it at him. "Bennett finally sleeping?" He could think of Bennett as if he existed. Blonde hair and blue eyes like his mother- he could see his hair darkening more and more each day as Bennett became a reflection of Bellamy. He was beautiful and chubby (the way a healthy baby should be.) He was everything… and in Bellamy's dream- he had everything.

"Yeah I-"

The sound of Bellamy's tent flap flipping back didn't immediately wake him. No, it was the sound of spacewalker's annoying voice. At first, it was frantic. "We can't find Clarke!" He started off and then his voice died off. "What the hell is going on in here?" He demanded to know. Bellamy tucked Clarke further under the blanket and looked at Finn- he felt his blood run cold.

"Why are you just standing there? Get the fuck out!" Bellamy said, "Now!" Clearly Clarke was indecent and this entitled jackass was just standing there with his fucking mouth opened trying to sneak a peek at her beautiful curves. It made Bellamy furious. Who the hell did Finn think he was, anyways? What did Clarke ever see in him? Finn Collins and Clarke Griffin were a disaster pair from the start. He wasted a month of oxygen so he could have "fun" giving the Ark one less month to survive. And Clarke- she'd gone to prison because she wanted to inform people the ark was dying because they didn't have sufficient oxygen.

"Clarke!" He yelled, disregarding Bellamy's existence. Bellamy looked him in the eye, blind fury overpowering his senses. How dare he barge into his tent and wake the princess up- his princess up? Clarke shifted in her sleep causing Bellamy to look down at the angel.

"Bellamy." She groaned sleepily before opening her eyes. Something clicked and she jumped up, hugging Bellamy's blanket closer to her skin. "Why are you just standing there? Get the fuck out!" She yelled. Bellamy suppressed a smirk at her word usage- they'd been on the same page. He met Finn's eyes, watched how he was displeased with the situation and storm out of the tent. Clarke looked at Bellamy, "Why was he just standing there?" She was mortified.

"I don't know, maybe he thought he would get a show." Bellamy's eyes continued to flicker with resentment, hate, jealousy and all the other possessive emotions he could bundle in his head. He hated him. At first, he didn't like him but now he really hated him. Hated him for the stupidest reasons, too. Bellamy hated Finn because he was Clarke's first. He hated Finn because he wasn't assumed to be a jackass but really was. He hated Finn because he tried to be the hero. He hated Finn- god, he just hated Finn.

"I should…damage control." She yawned mid-sentence, the blanket swooping down to show pieces of her elegant skin. Bellamy wanted to lay her body down and make love to her until the sun came up. He wanted to do it all night- every night until she couldn't even think straight. He wanted her to forget Finn Collins.

But he didn't. He stood still- maybe too still. "Do what you have to do." He told her with a straight face. Clarke nodded and put on her clothes. Bellamy just sat there watching her. He didn't know what to say- he just knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her to stay. He wanted to tell her that they could work out if they really tried and this didn't have to be a night-by-night thing- he could be a forever type of thing. He wanted to tangle his fingers in her hair and kiss her, pull her back down into his bed and never let her leave.

"I don't have feelings for him, Bellamy." She said, "Not that you really care because this is just sex but I don't… I don't feel for him anymore."

"Like you said, this is just sex." Bellamy said, "You don't have to explain yourself to me."