I took my time with this chapter because I wanted to get it right. This contains mild smut but smut nonetheless.

As always thanks for reading!

I don't own anything.

-KJ

Clarke

Clarke headed towards the eating area her whole body tingling. She was really glad she found those mint leaves on her trip earlier, suddenly self-conscious of her breath. Bellamy kissed her. 'Technically you kissed him!' She reminded herself. She blushed at the memory of being so bold. She almost couldn't believe it even happened. It felt like a dream because now they were grabbing food and talking to others like everything was normal. Back to the same old routine but inside Clarke was screaming her whole world felt on fire. 'Damn Bellamy Blake.' This complicates things. Did she want this really? Of course she did. But she was terrified of the whole situation. She knew she was already in too deep. She briefly thought about what would happen if she lost him. She couldn't breathe. Even before the kiss she knew she was in trouble. Bellamy was her other half. She couldn't do it without him. And she accepted that weeks ago but now she understood what that meant. She liked having him by her side. She liked him.

Clarke was pulled out of her thoughts with talk of Mount Weather. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a drawing of the tunnels of the mountain that she'd been working on. She had done her best to remember everything. Her and Bellamy begin going over every detail for next hour.

Bellamy hunched over the sketched map between them.

"Okay tell me again."

"It's a labyrinth. We got to the dam through this tunnel. It's all connected to the mine system. That's our way in." Clarke explained.

"Sure, if we get past the reapers and the mountain men."

Clarke and Bellamy shared a knowing look. This would the most difficult thing they've had to do since landing on the ground. Bellamy huffed.

"I swear to God if your mom doesn't sanction the mission soon I'm going by myself."

"You won't be by yourself."

Clarke needed him to know they were in this together 100%, no matter what. They looked at each other for a few moments. This is what leaders do and she would do whatever it took. Clarke saw something over Bellamy's shoulder. Finn.

Bellamy followed her line of sight then spoke.

"I guess the inquisition is over." He turned back towards Clarke. "How's Finn doing anyway?"

"I haven't talked to him since we got back." She looked down and picked at fingers. "I don't know what to say. He just kept shooting."

Clarke felt ashamed. She was not equipped to deal with a friend that you slept with and maybe could have even loved but he broke your trust, said he loved you and then killed innocent people looking for you. Who in hell would be equipped for this fucked up situation anyway?

"We're at war Clarke. We've all done things."

She knew he was right. Clarke could see the sadness in his eyes and she felt his pain too. We've all done things echoed in her head as Finn approached.

"Hey." Finn said looking back and forth between Clarke and Bellamy.

"Hey." Bellamy returned the greeting through the awkwardness.

Finn just stared at Clarke but she refused to speak. She couldn't get her mouth to work. Bellamy then broke the silence.

"Next round's on me."

Clarke had a split second of panic and anger but Bellamy gave her a reassurance with his big brown eyes. He was giving her a chance to work things out with Finn. But in reality Clarke was not ready for this talk yet. Bellamy gave her a squeeze on the shoulder before heading to get them drinks. Clarke guessed the gesture was to give her support but also maybe for Finn. She wondered if it had anything to do with what happened only a little while before. Clarke watched him as he strode off confidently. Damn Bellamy Blake she cursed again.

She turned around as Finn sat down. Clarke still couldn't speak she had so many emotions and things to say to him, no correction yell at him. But she wasn't ready and in the middle of Camp Jaha wasn't the place. Finn looked sad as his eyes fell on Clarke's map.

"Mount Weather?" Finn asked. Clarke only nodded. "What's the plan?"

"Still working on it." Clarke said a little too quickly.

Clarke never thought she'd be thankful for a Murphy interruption.

"Check it out. They salvaged Monty's still from the dropship. Now if they could just salvage Monty." Murphy laughed.

Clarke wanted to punch him, but she stuck to shooting daggers at him instead.

Murphy moved back. "Easy. It was just a joke." Murphy looked at Finn who now had a hard angry face. "Did you tell her we were cleared?"

It was obvious he hadn't but Finn replied 'No' anyway.

"Well it looks like our pardon for surviving includes our time on the ground. Bigger fish to fry I guess." Murphy mumbled.

"We did what we had to do." Finn said staring intensely at Clarke.

Clarke couldn't bring herself to agree in the moment but said nothing. Then Finn stood up abruptly.

"I gotta go."

As Finn retreated into the dark, Murphy whistled.

"Trouble in paradise?"

She was definitely going to punch him at some point.

"Just because they pardoned you, doesn't mean I have." Clarke knew it came off condescending but she had to put Murphy in his place.

Murphy just chuckled but nodded.

Raven walked up. It was like a carousel of people around Clarke tonight.

"Clarke. Murphy beat it."

Murphy didn't pick a fight held his hands up and left. The look on Raven's face was a fierce as it gets.

Raven leaned on the table and talked quietly.

"I know why we haven't heard from any of the other Ark stations. Mount Weather is jamming us."

"Show me."

After grabbing Bellamy, Raven showed them what she had found. A creepy sound or signal as Raven called it, was on every frequency. Mount Weather. As the three discussed the find, Abby and Sgt. Byrne appeared. Clarke proceeded to argue with her mother for a few minutes until Abby agreed to let them go pursue this lead. But on one condition. Her mother was going too.

As they walked out into the camp Clarke found herself following Bellamy too busy in her thoughts. The next day they were finally doing something but she would have to deal with her mother. Clarke had a feeling it could turn into a shit show. Clarke didn't realize she had stopped until Bellamy's voice broke her out of her daze

"Coming in?" They were standing outside Bellamy's tent.

She immediately felt a blush on her cheeks. She only nodded and followed him in. The close quarters cleared her mind of any more thoughts of her mother or Mount Weather. Her mind was only focused on Bellamy. Her body began to react to the close proximity. Bellamy sat and began to remove his boots and jacket then casually laid back on his cot. Clarke took off her jacket, she was sweating despite the cool air outside. She shuffled her feet not exactly knowing what to do.

Bellamy smirked at her. "You can sit Princess."

Clarke rolled her eyes and mumbled "Thanks." She sat at the end of his cot to slowly untie her boots.

"So you looked like you were having fun last night. You should let yourself let loose more often, Clarke. You deserve it."

"Yeah well last night was Raven's doing when she found out we missed my birthday."

Bellamy sat up.

"Your birthday?"

"Yeah my mom mentioned it when we talked. We dropped only a couple weeks before it but time has been so hard to keep track of down here, especially with just trying to survive each day."

"Well I'm glad Raven did that for you. 18?"

Clarke turned to face him curling one leg under her. She thought about how she could've been dead now. Floating in space like so many others, like her father.

"Yeah. 'Officially an adult'." She put in air quotes. "Truth is I feel like we all have aged years in the time we've been here. Every day is a gift."

Bellamy reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Clarke immediately got the chills at his touch. He slowly leaned in and held her face in his hand. His eyes were intense as if looking at Clarke's soul. Their faces were only inches apart. Clarke wanted to freeze time and count the freckles on his face.

"Happy Birthday Princess." He said in a whisper.

Bellamy's lips met hers but this time it was soft, slow, and sweet. Clarke was surprised by the tenderness of his touches. Clarke felt his hand slide down her back and land on her hips. As the kiss gained intensity Bellamy pulled Clarke towards him. Clarke helped him by sliding into his lap, straddling him. Bellamy pulled back giving them both a chance to take a breath. In this position Clarke was looking down at Bellamy. The look he was giving her was something she'd never seen on Bellamy's face before. It was full of lust but with so much more. Clarke knew her face had to be beet red because it felt like it was on fire. The butterflies that she always had around Bellamy had turned into raging bulls pounding in her chest, but when she looked down into his eyes it mirrored everything she felt. The want. The respect. The slight hesitation. The love?

Clarke made her mind up in that second and reached down to the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up but Bellamy's large hands engulfed hers, holding them still.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'll wait as long as it takes. I want to be whatever you need Clarke, but I need you to know I want to be more than your partner."

Clarke felt like her heart had burst. This was the second time today Bellamy told her he wanted her and only her and not only for sex. Clarke felt a sting behind her eyes. There were so many sad things that had made her cry on earth but nothing that had made her so happy. She blinked quickly to force the tears away. She met Bellamy's eyes and realized he looked worried. She leaned down and gave a small peck on the lips.

"Thank you Bellamy. For everything. But I know what I want." And with that Bellamy loosened his hold allowing Clarke to pull her shirt up over her head. He helped her pull his off as well. The contrast in their skin tones was stark but the bruises and scars they shared over their bodies connected them. Next she pulled her bra off. When it was off she sighed content and Bellamy raised an eyebrow at her.

"There is no better feeling than taking your bra off." Clarke winked. Inside she was mortified as herself. 'Winking seriously Clarke?' She could not be any further from sexy, she thought.

"Well I can think of a few." Bellamy smirked as he leaned in and began to kiss and nip at her neck.

He took his time exploring her body. Clarke was momentarily self-conscious. She knew Bellamy had been with the some of the more attractive girls in the camp, including Raven. Raven had a rocking body. Clarke knew she was a little bit thicker and softer. Proof of her privilege on the Ark but since being on the ground Clarke knew her body had changed. Her legs and arms were strong now. All the self–doubt was quickly chased away as Bellamy explored her body with his hands, eyes, and kisses. Clarke took the opportunity to return the favor. She ran her hands across his hard chest and trailed her fingers down each one of his abs. Clarke thought about she wished she had known Bellamy on the Ark when she had to pass her anatomy test. He was the perfect specimen. He pulled her to his chest. Clarke gasped at the sensation of his chest against her nipples. His arms were holding her tightly. His strong arms had protected her so many times and she felt safe in those arms.

With those strong arms Bellamy expertly lifted her and rolled them over so that he was on top. He made his way down her body to the top of her pants. He undid her pants button and zipper and began to pull her pants down. She lifted her hips to help but the pants she had gotten when she had gotten to Camp Jaha were quite tight on her thick legs and ass. Bellamy gave it a couple tugs but the pants weren't being cooperative. Clarke tried to keep her hips up off the cot but seeing Bellamy struggle with her pants she couldn't help but laugh. Bellamy laughed with her.

"Here let me help." Clarke wiggled and finally got her pants down to her ankles letting Bellamy pull them off the rest of the way.

"Ah-ha!" Bellamy exclaimed in victory. His smile was one of the most beautiful things Clarke had the privilege of seeing since being on the ground. She wanted to make him smile all the time.

Clarke shivered as Bellamy kissed his way back up her body. Clarke felt as though she was melting under his touch. He reached her breasts and expertly took one already hard nipple into his mouth while his hand did work on the other. Clarke involuntarily arched her back into his touch. He sucked lightly at first but then surprised her when he took the bud in between his teeth. Clarke hissed. It hurt but it felt so good. He released the nipple and lightly blew on the sensitive skin. Clarke couldn't believe how much attention Bellamy was giving to her, slowly building her pleasure. This was nothing like her one experience with Finn that had been awkward with fumbling hands and over before she knew it.

She was brought out of her thoughts once again when Bellamy snaked a hand down to the top of her underwear. He took a few seconds to lightly tease the skin there before slipping his hand in. His warm hand cupped her mound. Clarke held her breath. No one had ever touched her down there besides herself when she needed a release. She knew Bellamy could tell just how wet she was from his touches from her damp curls. Bellamy started with one finger slipping in between her slick folds. Clarke might have jumped right off of the bed if Bellamy hadn't had his weight on her. Her clit was already a bundle of nerves. Clarke couldn't control the moans leaving her mouth as he added a second and third finger. Clarke knew she was tight and was beginning to wonder just how big the sexy Rebel Leader was.

As if reading her mind Bellamy removed his hand to take off her last remaining article of clothing then his pants and boxers in one swift motion. Clarke's question was answered. She only had one other to compare it to but he was definitely bigger. Clarke was relieved at the evidence of his hard erection that he was just as affected as she was.

He settled himself in between her legs. He looked into her eyes and cupped her face.

"You okay?"

Clarke nodded. "Yeah. I'm good."

"I'll do my best to go slow. I don't want to hurt you. Tell me to stop if you're uncomfortable."

"Okay."

He gave her a slow kiss before reaching down to the base of his cock. He lined up with her entrance and slowly pushed forward. Clarke gasped. The first thing she noticed was how thick he was. It was nothing like his three fingers. It was uncomfortable at first but Clarke knew she'd get used to it. Clarke grabbed his shoulders urge him to keep going. A few more moments later he was completely inside her. Clarke didn't realize that she had scratched all the way down Bellamy's back overwhelmed with the mixture of pleasure and pain. Bellamy was still allowing for Clarke to adjust to his size but when the pain was replaced with the need for friction Clarke began to move her hips. Bellamy started slow with his strokes but eventually found blissful pace for the both of them. Clarke was experiencing so much pleasure her brain was having trouble functioning. She was enamored with Bellamy's extremely sexy jawline. He would clench his muscles when he thrust. Suddenly Bellamy took Clarke's arms and pinned them above her head. Clarke whined wanting to curl her fingers in his dark locks but she was even more turned on with Bellamy's control over her. Clarke arched to get more friction on her sensitive clit. She was so close. The tight coil in her stomach was close to snapping.

"Clarke open your eyes."

Clarke hadn't realize she'd shut them. She looked up at Bellamy's face that was only inches from hers. His hungry eyes did her in. The tight coil snapped and Clarke saw stars as the waves of pleasure washed over her body.

"Bellamy." Clarke let his name out breathlessly to which Bellamy came groaning into her neck.

Bellamy took a few moments before sliding out and resting on Clarke's chest. He was heavy but Clarke didn't mind. With her hands free she could finally put her hands in his hair. As they caught their breath Clarke smiled. Her body was still tingling. Clarke giggled.

Bellamy still had his eyes closed but asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Now I know why all those girls kept going to tent night after night. And why Mel wanted to too. Some nights it sounded like animals."

Clarke looked down at Bellamy and she could swear he blushed.

"You sound jealous Princess. Besides you were making some noise too."

Clarke laughed full force now.

"If it's like that every time I'll make whatever noises you want me to make." Clarke sighed. "And maybe I was. Just a little."

Bellamy laughed with her. He sat up and smiled wide. Clarke quieted down and returned his smile.

"Thank you Clarke." Clarke blushed but she knew he didn't mean for the sex. She could tell that he didn't laugh or smile enough but she took pride in being able to make him do both.

"You bet. We should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long one."

Bellamy nodded and laid on his back, arms open for Clarke to snuggle up to him. Clarke sighed happily content next to him.

Bellamy kissed the top of her head.

"Goodnight Clarke."

"Goodnight Bellamy."

Clarke's whole tingled for a while as they lay together. She lazily ran her fingers across Bellamy's arm that held her to him. It wasn't long before she recognized the steady breathing as Bellamy fell asleep. Clarke smiled. She knew the next day everything could be over but in this moment she was happy and it was because of Bellamy. Clarke eventually fell asleep feeling safer than ever since landing on the ground.