It starts out as a joke more than anything. Clarke gets Lexa's name in the Kris Kringle that Octavia has organised and it's not so much that Clarke and Lexa used to date that makes it hard, it's the fact that Lexa isn't into material things at all. Clarke used to give her pieces of art or photography that she'd done herself when they had been dating, but she doubts Lexa would appreciate such gifts now, since Clarke is pretty sure Lexa only ever liked the art because it was done by Clarke, not because Lexa actually appreciated art.

So Clarke enlists in the help of Raven and Octavia, which is probably her first mistake.

"Hmmm, let me think… what does Lexa like?" Raven muses as the three of them brainstorm on Octavia's couch. Which is actually her brother Bellamy's couch, but Octavia recently decided she hates living in a dorm at university and consequently moved back in with her brother.

"Weapons," Octavia supplies. Clarke rolls her eyes. "Tattoos. Beating people up. Torturing kittens."

"Hey, be nice," Clarke warns.

"Don't get me wrong, I like Lexa, or else I'd kick her out of the group. You know that," Octavia points out.

"Right, because you have full power over who is and isn't allowed in the group," Clarke scoffs. Octavia ignores her.

"But you can't deny she's a little…" Octavia searches for the right word.

"Violent?" Raven suggests.

"I was going to say terrifying but yours works too," Octavia shrugs.

"You guys aren't helping," Clarke scowls. "This whole Kris Kringle thing was your idea O, so you have to help me."

"What else does Lexa like?" Raven asks.

"Naked girls," Octavia grins. Clarke hits her with a cushion.

"No, you know what, she has a point," Raven says seriously.

"That Lexa likes naked girls? What am I going to do, buy her a hooker?" Clarke huffs in exasperation.

"I was thinking more along the lines of like… a calendar," Raven shrugs.

"That's kind of boring but I guess it's not a bad idea," Clarke sighs. At least getting a calendar of naked girls will be pretty easy, even if is kind of tacky.

"Oh my god you guys," Octavia bursts out, grabbing both Clarke and Raven's arms, startling both of them. "I just had the most brilliant idea."

"Well, go on, share," Raven prompts.

"Okay, so our band needs more promotion and more ways to make money right? And you suggested merchandise Clarke," Octavia starts. Clarke nods, a little confused as to where this is going. Clarke herself isn't actually part of Octavia and Raven's band, she just takes pictures when the girls have a gig. They're called Sky Warriors and they've been scoring a fair few gigs lately, but they're still looking to get their name out there more.

"Okay, so my idea is," Octavia pauses, seemingly for dramatic effect, but then she kind of blows out some air, as if not quite sure how to word her brilliant plan. Clarke and Raven watch her expectantly. "Have you ever seen the movie Calendar Girls?" she finally asks.

"Aren't you going to tell us what this idea of yours is?" Clarke asks her slowly, as if Octavia might have temporarily misplaced her brain and has forgotten what she's supposed to be talking about.

"I'm getting there!" Octavia snaps. "Have you seen it?"

"The one where the old ladies make a naked calendar to raise money?" Raven asks.

"That's the one," Octavia agrees.

"Octavia," Clarke says flatly. "Are you suggesting, by any chance, that you take naked photos of yourselves and make a calendar for you to sell as merchandise for your band?"

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting," Octavia beams and Raven cackles.

"This is a brilliant idea," Raven high fives Octavia. "And then it can be your present to Lexa as well."

"You can take the pictures, Clarke, since you and Bell are doing that photography class. Then I'll take the one of you," Octavia says.

"Who said anything about me being in the calendar?" Clarke narrows her eyes.

"We need twelve girls, Clarke. We're going to need you," Octavia tells her. Clarke rolls her eyes. If she's is being honest, it isn't the worst idea Octavia has ever had. She doesn't really have a problem with getting naked, and she doesn't have a problem with the idea of a pornographic calendar. She's just not sure she wants to be in said calendar.

"Look, I'm happy to take the pictures. But personally, I don't feel comfortable with the thought of some guy having a naked picture of me on the back of his bathroom door," she screws up her nose.

"They won't be like… super naked," Octavia assures her. "We won't show any nipple or vagina or butt crack or anything. It will just be like… sexy but tasteful. Like in the movie."

"Didn't you say the movie was about old ladies?" Clarke asks sceptically.

"And old ladies can't be sexy?"

Clarke finally agrees to have her picture taken for the calendar, and then they just have to come up with nine other girls who'll be willing to do it.

"Well, obviously the other girls in the band; Harper, Fox, and Monroe," Raven says. "Maybe Sterling's girl, Mel. What about Jasper's girlfriend?"

"We can only ask," Octavia shrugs. "What about the girls Lexa works with?" she asks Clarke.

"Indra and Anya would never turn down a challenge," Clarke tells her with a laugh. "That leaves two more."

The girls look up then as the door handle turns and Bellamy walks into the room.

"Hey," he greets them, throwing his keys in the bowl by the door.

"Hey, know any girls who'd be willing to pose naked for a calendar shoot?" Raven asks him.

"Excuse me?" he chuckles in confusion. He wanders over and sits in the recliner next to the couch.

"Wasn't exactly planning on telling him about it," Octavia glares at Raven.

"What's going on?" Bellamy asks, looking to Clarke for an explanation. She shrugs at him as if she doesn't have any idea and he raises an eyebrow at her sceptically.

"When you guys are done having your silent conversation," Octavia rolls her eyes.

"We're doing a sexy calendar for Lexa's birthday. We need two more," Raven tells Bellamy.

"You want to give your ex a naked picture of yourself?" Bellamy looks to Clarke in disbelief.

"It's also for band merch," Clarke defends.

"This has got to be by far the worst idea you girls have ever had," Bellamy shakes his head.

"We aren't going to be naked," Octavia clarifies. "It's just sexy, it's not porn."

"Don't care. There's no way you're doing it," Bellamy tells her. "Especially to sell. Are you insane?"

"You can't actually stop me so there's that," Octavia pouts. "And I guess if you can't help us with the other two girls, I'll just have to pose for three of them myself," she shrugs. Bellamy looks aghast and she smiles at him smugly.

"Fine," Bellamy mutters. "I think I might know a couple of girls."

It takes some convincing, but Clarke, Raven, and Octavia manage to convince all the girls to be in the calendar and their final list looks like this;

January - Mel

February - Anya

March - Raven

April - Harper

May - Indra

June - Roma

July - Maya

August - Echo

September - Octavia

October - Monroe

November - Clarke

December – Fox

The girls they've recruited have agreed upon various states of undress. Maya will do nothing less than a bikini and Fox agreed to a sexy Santa outfit. Mel will wear whatever as long as she gets to wear fluffy earmuffs, and Anya and Indra say they'll do it as long as their photos look like they are ready to cut a man's head off. The other girls in the band; Raven, Octavia, Harper and Monroe, plus Clarke herself, all agree on wearing lingerie. The girls Bellamy helped them get in touch with, Roma and Echo, offer to pose completely nude, leaving Clarke to wonder where exactly he found them. She asks him in their Thursday afternoon photography class.

"They're just girls I know," he shrugs, snapping a picture of her.

"We're supposed to be taking pictures of birds, Bellamy," Clarke reminds him. "You call them when you want sex, right?"

"The birds?"

"Echo and Roma," Clarke rolls her eyes.

"Not usually at the same time," he winks.

"Not usually?" Clarke can't help bursting out.

"Loosen up, princess," Bellamy gives her an affectionate nudge. "Besides, what's it to you?"

"I am loose," Clarke chooses to ignore his second comment, and his snicker when she says she's loose. "I'm going to pose for a nude calendar. Bet you never thought you'd see the day."

"No, I did not," he agrees. "I bet you'll look ridiculous. Can't wait to get my hands on a copy," he winks and Clarke rolls her eyes. "Which I will immediately tear Octavia's page out of," he shudders. "Or I'll get you to do it, so I don't even have to see it. Isn't there any way you can talk her out of it?"

"Not a chance. It was her idea," Clarke informs him. He sighs and goes back to taking pictures.

The first few photo shoots go surprisingly well. Octavia insists on watching over every single one, of course. Maya manages to look super cute and not at all freezing at her photo shoot at the beach, despite it being November. Mel and Fox also look really cute in their winter costumes, and Indra and Anya succeed in their goal of looking like they want to kill a man.

They hit their first snag when they get to Monroe. They've decided to go with a Halloween theme since her month is October and she's dressed in some sexy black underwear and a pair of cat ears. Well, she would be, if she'd ever come out of Clarke's room.

"Guys, I don't think I can do this," she calls to Clarke and Octavia.

"What's wrong?" Octavia calls back.

"I look stupid," Monroe wails.

"Let me see," Octavia tries to barge into the room but Monroe leans against the door to stop her.

"No way," she says. Octavia huffs.

"What's wrong with it, Monroe?" Clarke asks her.

"It's just… so not me," Monroe replies.

"What are we going to do?" Octavia whispers to Clarke.

"Let me call Raven," Clarke says, having no other ideas of her own. "Monroe doesn't want to do it," she tells Raven when Raven picks up.

"Why?"

"She says it's 'not her' or something," Clarke quotes. Raven is silent for a moment and Clarke is about to ask her again when she speaks.

"I have an idea. Meet me at the lacrosse field in twenty minutes. Bring Monroe," Raven says cryptically before hanging up the phone. Clarke does as she's bid and twenty minutes later she arrives at the lacrosse field with Monroe and Octavia in tow, plus all her photography equipment. Raven shoves a bag into Monroe's hands.

"Go and get changed while we set up," Raven tells her. Clarke finishes setting up just as Monroe comes back, looking infinitely happier than she had before. She's dressed in a hot pink sports bra and tiny grey shorts and she looks like she's in her element.

"I forgot shoes," Raven tells them.

"All we have are the black heels she was going to wear for the cat costume," Octavia says.

"Bare foot it is," Clarke grins. Raven hands Monroe a lacrosse stick and they start the photoshoot.

"Can I see the photos?" Bellamy asks Clarke in their photography lesson. They do see each other throughout the week, but photography class is the only time they spend together without their other friends hanging around.

"What photos?" Clarke asks him absentmindedly, focusing on editing one of the bird pictures from the previous week.

"For the calendar," he says. Clarke looks at him and smirks.

"Bellamy Blake, you pevert," she says.

"I meant from a photographer's point of view," he says defensively, turning a little red.

"Aww, you're cute when you're embarrassed," Clarke laughs. "I haven't done Roma or Echo yet, just so you know."

"I don't care about theirs, I've seen them naked plenty of times," he scoffs.

"So who is it then?" she teases. "Raven? Harper? Ooh, Maya? You know she has a boyfriend."

"Oh shut up," Bellamy says, turning back to his computer as Clarke continues to laugh at him.

Clarke does Raven, Octavia and Roma on Saturday and they take almost no time at all. Octavia decides against lingerie for herself in the end, and instead wears on of Lincoln's button down shirts, buttoned up to her belly button.

On Sunday Clarke finishes up with Harper and then Echo.

"I see Bellamy has a type," Clarke mutters to Octavia when Echo shows up, and she can't think why it annoys her so much that both Echo and Roma and both thin, leggy brunettes. Echo is flawless of course, and extremely confident, so her photoshoot goes off without a hitch.

She tells Bellamy as much when she sees him the following Thursday.

"I figured it would, I've photographed her before," Bellamy replies. Clarke raises her eyebrows at him. "Not like that," he snorts. "It was for class, when we had to do portraits."

"Riiiight," Clarke drawls, thought she mostly believes him.

"What was she wearing by the way?" Bellamy asks.

"Oh my god, Bellamy, are you asking me to talk dirty to you about Echo?" Clarke hisses so their classmates can't hear.

"Not what I meant," Bellamy cringes. "Have you got anyone wearing those stocking things that are like… attached with like… things?" he asks.

"Garters and suspenders?" Clarke supplies. Bellamy nods. "No."

"Shame," he shrugs and goes back to flicking through his photos.

Clarke decides it is a shame no one has worn suspenders because she finds them particularly sexy. And since she's the only one left to photograph, she buys herself some. Clarke's original idea for her November photoshoot had been to use a wood fire heater as the backdrop, but the only person she knows who has one is her mom, and she doesn't feel like being half naked in her mother's living room. So Octavia suggests her brother's study. It doesn't have a wood fire, but it has kind of the same vibe, it's all dark wood with a fancy desk and chair and walls lined with books.

They ask him of course, otherwise he might walk in while they're shooting and Clarke thinks that would be awkward.

"You want to shoot in my study?" he asks her. She nods. "For your calendar?"

"Yes, Bellamy, now can we use it or what?"

"I don't know. Who are you photographing?" he asks, though Clarke is pretty sure he's just stalling to be annoying.

"I'm not photographing anyone. Octavia is photographing me," Clarke tells him. Bellamy almost chokes on what appears to be air, before turning bright red.

"Are you okay?" Clarke asks him.

"Yeah, just… swallowed a bug," he coughs.

"So can we use your study?" she asks again. Bellamy just nods.

"Whatever you do, don't come in here until we're done," Octavia tells Bellamy as she shuts the door to his study in his face. Clarke has set everything up for her, so all she has to do is point the camera and shoot. Clarke hopes she doesn't screw it up. She slips off the robe she's wearing and goes to move into position when she has an idea.

"Hey, O, do you think it would be a bad idea to lose the bra? And like do shots from the back or where I'm just covering my chest with a book or something?" she asks.

"If you want. Roma didn't wear anything on top either and you said hers still looked classy," Octavia reminds her. Clarke nods and unclips her bra, throwing it behind Octavia. Octavia starts taking pictures then, as Clarke poses, trying to come up with different ways to cover her nipples.

"Okay, come and look," Octavia finally says. Clarke puts her robe back on and joins Octavia behind the camera. And frankly, the photos are terrible. Octavia clearly has no idea how to frame the shots and she seems to have a lot where Clarke is in motion.

"Look, O… don't take offence to this but…" Clarke trails off.

"They suck," Octavia fills in the gap. Clarke nods apologetically.

"I'm sure there's one…" Clarke flicks through the photos but doesn't see a single one they can use. She sighs. "We need a proper photographer."

"Bell's home," Octavia points out.

"O," Clarke says warningly.

"What? I'm sure once he gets over the shock of seeing you naked he'll be totally professional," Octavia persuades.

"That's so not the problem," Clarke snorts.

"What then? He's going to see the photos anyway when we print the calendar," Octavia reminds her.

"One photo. He'll see one photo," Clarke argues.

"Well, what else are we going to do? You can't take pictures of yourself. And we're running out of time before Christmas," Octavia says. Clarke knows Octavia's right. And it she knows it shouldn't be a problem. She was fine with Octavia taking the pictures, why not Bellamy?

"Fine," she agrees. "You go and get him." Octavia flounces out of the room and Clarke starts pacing nervously, trying to figure out what she's so worried about. It's not that she thinks Bellamy can't be professional. She's sure he'll treat the whole thing very clinically. And that, she realises, is maybe entirely the problem. She's worried he'll see her half naked and that he won't have any reaction past I knew you'd look ridiculous. She doesn't look anything like Roma or Echo, and what if he's repulsed by the extra weight on her ass and thighs? And then there's the whole suspender and garter thing. He's totally going to think she decided to wear them because he likes them. Which you did, says a voice in her head, and she groans as it finally dawns on her that she has a humiliatingly giant crush on Bellamy Blake.

"Everything okay?" Bellamy asks her as he steps into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Fine," Clarke smiles, a little too brightly.

"O said you need me to take pictures," he says.

"Yeah, uh, her pictures are terrible," Clarke laughs. "Is she coming back?"

"She says she'll just be in the way," Bellamy tells her.

"Right," Clarke nods, unsure if this is going to be more or less awkward with Octavia gone. "I guess we should start then." She turns her back to him and slips the robe off, tossing it aside. She hears Bellamy's sharp intake of breath, then he clears his throat, as if getting into professional mode.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"As I'll ever be," Clarke mutters. She takes a deep breath and leans against the desk before turning her head over her shoulder and looking into the camera seductively.

"Great," says Bellamy and he begins snapping.

Clarke tries a few different poses before Bellamy starts directing her. He pulls a book off a shelf and hands it to her.

"Sit in the chair," he instructs. She clutches the open book to her chest as she does so. Bellamy takes a few photos. "Put your legs up on the desk." Clarke follows his instructions. "Okay, can you get rid of the book and just… use your arm to cover yourself?" he asks. Clarke nods and he looks away politely while she gets herself into position.

"Okay," she tells him, biting her lip.

"Great," he says, his voice coming out a little croaky. He takes a few more pictures, then steps back to look at the ones he's taken. "I think we're good." Clarke breathes a sigh of relief and pulls her robe back on. She goes to stand beside Bellamy to look at the pictures, and she's relieved to find they actually look pretty good.

"So, do I look as ridiculous as you thought I would?" Clarke asks Bellamy as she flicks through.

"No, you look really sexy, actually," he tells her, and she hates herself for the flush of pleasure she feels at his words.

"I like this one," she says, getting to one right near the end. She's in her last pose, biting her lip seductively. "What do you think?" He doesn't answer right away so Clarke looks up at him. "Bellamy?" she prompts, but she finds his eyes not focused on the camera at all but gazing at her, and not at her face either. She glances down to find the robe has fallen open slightly and a significant amount of cleavage is showing. Bellamy turns bright red when she notices him looking.

"Oh my god, I'm really sorry," he says, turning his attention back to the camera.

"Bellamy," Clarke says again, seriously this time and he turns his attention back to her. She doesn't bother fixing the robe and his eyes flick down to her cleavage again before managing to train themselves on her face. She moves her hands to untie the belt on her robe and she watches Bellamy swallow, his eyes following her movements.

"God, Clarke," he chokes out as she lets the robe fall open. They're only inches apart from having being huddled over the camera, and Clarke is sure he must be able to hear how hard her heart is beating.

"Bellamy," she says his name for a third time, and she means it to sound low and seductive, but it comes out more like a whimper. It works anyway though, because in the next instant, Bellamy's hand is inside her robe, on her waist, pulling her close to him, and his mouth is on hers, his tongue slipping inside. Clarke lets the robe fall to the floor and she crushes her naked breasts against his chest, her fingers curling in his hair. She lets out a squeak as Bellamy lifts her up and her legs wrap around his waist and he carries her to his desk, resting her ass on the edge, his tongue still manoeuvring against her own.

Clarke has to drop her hands to support herself as Bellamy presses his hardness against her between her open legs and she gasps. Bellamy runs his hands up her stockinged legs, flicking the suspenders holding them up.

"God I love these," he says. "Did you wear them for me?"

"Yes," Clarke answers breathily and Bellamy groans as he leans in to kiss her again. She struggles with his shirt then, trying to pull it off him, until she gives up and lets him do it himself. Once the shirt is discarded his lips find the pulse point on her neck and she moans as Bellamy caresses her between her legs, his hand then pushing the thin black lace aside to slip his fingers into her wet folds. A high pitched moan escapes her mouth as he makes contact with her sensitive clit.

"Bellamy," she whines against him as he strokes her, his mouth moving lower so he can flick her nipple with his tongue. He inserts a finger deep inside her then, quickly followed by a second. Clarke pants and writhes against him as he pumps his fingers inside of her. He leans back slightly to watch her as he fingers her. She can feel herself getting close and she bucks her hips against his hand.

"Bellamy," she moans softly, "I'm going to-," she cuts herself off with the sound of her own cry as she hits her climax.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Bellamy whispers, kissing her as she comes down from her high. He pulls back, smiling at her and she grins at him in return. A knock on the door startles them.

"Hang on!" Clarke yells, scrambling for her robe.

"I just thought you should know," Octavia calls through the door, "I know what you're doing in there and you might want to stop before it gets any more awkward." Clarke and Bellamy both turn bright red.

"I got Lexa a present for the Kris Kringle," Raven tells Clarke a week later.

"But I have Lexa for the Kris Kringle," Clarke reminds her. "And I'm giving her the calendar."

"Not anymore. Now you have Bellamy and you're giving him this," Raven winks and hands Clarke what looks like one of the calendars they made. When Clarke flicks through it however, she realises it's all pictures of her and she's unable to stop herself from blushing profusely.

"You guys are such a cute couple," Raven laughs. "I was talking to Bellamy about you yesterday and he was blushing the whole time too."

"So what did you get Lexa then?" Clarke asks, quickly changing the subject.

"Well, I decided to go with the very first suggestion Octavia had," Raven says. "A knife."