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The year was 2149 CE, 97 years after a nuclear apocalypse had devastated the surface of Earth. The only known survivors were the residents of twelve space stations in Earth's orbit prior to the war. The space stations banded together to form a single massive station named "The Ark", where about 2,400 people live today. Resources were scarce and all crimes no matter their nature or severity were punishable by death unless the perpetrator was under 18 years of age. The form of execution was being floated and it occurred exactly as it sounded. The perpetrator stood near the outer doors while it opened, being sucked into space. Any criminals under 18 were sent to a special place called the Sky Box. Their crimes were reviewed on their eighteenth birthday. One of two outcomes would occur: The juvenile was either forgiven or they were floated. After the Ark's life support systems were found to be critically failing, one hundred juvenile prisoners were declared "expendable" and sent to the surface in a last ditch attempt to determine if Earth was habitable again. They were told it should take another 100 years for the planet to be survivable. It might take another space-locked century before they could make their way back to the planet where it all began. With the Ark systems failing, they hardly had one hundred days remaining, much less one hundred years. Extreme action was taken and an order for this mission was given directly from Chancellor Thelonious Jaha, the elected leader of the Ark.
Among these one hundred juveniles was a twenty-three-year-old male namedBellamy Blake.
A young Bellamy Blake watched his mother give birth to his sister. His life had never been the same. The Ark enforced a strict one child law. Octavia, the name Bellamy gave to his sister, was his responsibility to keep safe and love. Since Octavia was an illegal second child, she had to be kept hidden in their room. As a Guard Cadet, he smuggled Octavia from their room to the Unity Day Masquerade Party. That was last year. During a solar flare alert, everyone was required to show identification: something Octavia did not have. She was exposed, their mother was executed, and Octavia was imprisoned in lock-up. Bellamy was kicked out of the Guard because of his actions and was demoted to the position of janitor. He was alone. Being unable to see his sister took a toll on Bellamy. Alone and isolated, life was miserable. Each day was spent cleaning up someone elses mess. Janitors were the lowest of the low on the Ark. Conditions were miserable until Commander Shumway, the same man that called him out at the party, made Bellamy and offer he could not refuse. Kill the Chancellor Thelonious Jaha and Bellamy could go to Earth and protect Octavia. One hundred prisoners were being sent to the ground and his sister was among them.
The male had an olive complexion and thick, dark brown, curly hair and brown eyes. His body was lean and muscular, clearly physically strong. At twenty-three years-old, the next oldest human on the ship was five years his younger. The young man intended to take charge of the group as soon as they reached Earth. His personality was dominant, demanding, and controlling. Bellamy could be a prude sometimes. Plenty of people thought Bellamy was a complete jerk and asshole. They might not be incorrect.
No matter how gruff and tough Bellamy might act, his one weak spot was glaringly clear. Octavia meant the entire world to him and he only wanted the best for her. A softer side to Mr. Blake existed but only Octavia had seen it. Aggression also primarily characterized Bellamy. A natural leader that could make tough decisions, he might have been exactly what the one hundred delinquents needed to survive. His age automatically would present with him an advantage. Besides, living on the Earth was something that intrigued Bellamy as it did everyone else. He was escaping the Ark and protecting his sister.
Shumway provided Bellamy with the weapon and shot the Chancellor. Promptly, secret access to the drop ship was granted and Bellamy became a stowaway. Upon impact, Bellamy was jolted across the floor but survived with a mere scratch. He attempted to open the drop ship while a female voice rang out from the back.
Dont open that door! We dont know if the air is toxic!
If that were true. We would have been dead by the time we hit the atmosphere. Retorted the dark-haired male.
Almost prying the door open, another female voice spoke. This time, it was familiar and she called his name. After turning around, he saw his sister approaching. They reunited in front of everyone, hugging it out because they have not seen each other for over one year.
Hey! Isnt that Octavia Blake? The one they found under the floor?A man in the middle of the group chided this question.
It angered Octavia and she tried to attack. Bellamy held her back and offered an alternative.
Give them something else to remember you for. You can be the first human on the ground in over one hundred years.Bellamy suggested, watching excitement bubble inside of Octavia.
The door was pulled open and the delinquents experienced their first breath of fresh air. Not dead yet. Solely wanting Octavia to be first, Bellamy used his muscular build to block the entrance from everyone else.
Hey, back the fuck up. Octavia is first.
A hesitant Octavia jumped onto the ground and smiled when her feet landed. Throwing her fists into the air with excitement, the girl shouted.
Were back Bitches!
Promptly, the rest of the group smiled, shouted, and cheered as they raced out of the drop ship to explore the new world. After taking in the scene around the ship, Bellamy draped one arm over Octavias shoulder and started smiling. They were reunited and humans have returned home. Earth appeared survivable so far.
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Her eyes fluttered opened. Instantly she sat upwards and looked to her left to see a familiar face, a colored man. She leaned her head back, letting out a breath that looked like a sigh. Her eyes scanned, quickly gathering she was in fact strapped, on the dropship heading towards the earths atmosphere.
Nice to see you too.welcome---He was cut off.
You shouldnt be here. Why are youThe blonde looked irritated and confused. Her eyes still didnt completely focus on the colored man, she was searching for something.
As soon as I found out what was happening, I got myself arrested. I knew I would be chosen, to help you
The ship started malfunctioning as the ship hit the earth atmosphere. Things started breaking and electoral sparks were raining. Everyone began to panic, the lights started flickering. A flat screen monitor turned on showing the chancellor. Clarke swallowed spit while nervously holding onto the restraints that kept her strapped in as the man on the screen held everyones attention.
Hello, it is your ChancellorThelonious Jaha. Because of your crimes, the one hundred of you are expendable. Your mission is simple: Find out if Earth can be survivable at this time. Should you succeed and survive, the Ark will follow and land on the surface, too. All of you will be forgiven and your records will be expunged. Thank you. May peace be with you all. Good luck.
There were chants and bullies to the man known as Wells as the man spoke, and he closed his eyes seeming more than annoyed. The chancellor was giving them a chance, a chance at survival, a chance at saving mankind and having a fresh start. A few delinquents decided it be a fun idea to unstrap themselves to float around in the gravity, not ideally understanding how dangerous it was. One floated by the blonde and the colored man, making faces and catcalling, she eyed him.
Youre going to die, get back in your damn seatShe said under her breath and that only encouraged the teens catcalling. The chancellor continued telling them it was vital for them to get to a certain mountain and that supplies were supposedly there; it was important for them to find the supplies to thrive on. The ship got more violent as the screen shut off just before the screen shut off.
It shifted and the boy flew harshly crashing to one wall as more sparks flew and the ride got rougher. Clarke held on and looked around. Finally, the ship landed, you could hear metal grinding and smoke was coming from some of the machines. There was a strong silence, besides the breaths of all the juvenile prisoners onboard. Then you would hear the noise of those same juveniles taking off the restraints. She quickly unfastened her own and got up running toward the same exact idiotic kid that had chosen to take off his to early and now he was unconsciousness if not dead on the floor.
Shit She said under her breath, wiping her forehead with her forearm. She heard others talking about already opening the door and she looked around, alerted. She pushed up and ran to maneuver herself through the crowd of prisoners.You can't just open the doors, its not safe! Are you all out of your damn minds. She yelled pushing her way through. She emerged to the front where the oldest prisoner was, a tall olive complexion young male with strong dark features.
Before she could say anything, another person mentioned her same thoughts, that the air could be toxic. The male answered thoroughly with a reasonable comeback, that theyd be dead already and it didnt matter. Clarke decided to keep her mouth shut and acknowledge that was true but her mind was distracted when someone called out that Octavia Blake was onboard. Clarke had heard the rumors, and she knew of the situation with her being hidden and then imprisoned but hadnt personally known them.
The young dark hair woman walked forward and almost attacked but her brother caught her, grabbing her attention. Octavia grinned and watched as her brother opened the bay door. It opened loudly, sunlight blinding all the prisoners. They had never been exposed to the earth sunshine. Others prisoners tried to exit first but Blake quickly stopped them, wanting his sister to be first, giving her that after the years of hell she endured. Clarke was flabbergasted at everything. A strong wind blew past the young woman as she slowly descended. Everyone was silenced in excitement and in awe by the scenery of the deep thick forest.
She was quiet as her boots met the grass, in those seconds, there was even fear until she threw her hands up laughing out, letting out a snarky cheer.Were back..bitches! That lighten the mood, the prisoners laughed and rushed, pushing past each other, some jumping to be exposed to earth. In that moment, she also wasnt far from Blake and saw his serious face, turn into a gorgeous laugh. It took her off guard from all the anxiety she had just experienced in the past twenty hours. She stayed onboard as people pushed past her, watching for some reason him descend in a slow stride, meeting his sister. She watched his grin, his younger sisters grin as she playfully pushed him and they continued.
Almost everyone was out of the ship, a good distance away, cheering as she finally jumped down,on her tennis shoes. The blonde was dressed in cargo pants and an old ragged t-shirt, she had tied her field jacket around her waist. She steadied herself and finally looked around, being the first step she had taken on earth, amazed by its pure beauty, something she had drawn for years. Her eyes slightly glossed over, thinking of her own father. She took a huge inhale and exhale of fresh forest air, trying to work through it. She didnt even move far from the ship, her emotions having been a little too overwhelming, she had spent days inside of the cell wondering if she would live or die. Now she was on earth! She took a few steps, hearing the thick forest underbrush crunch, another strong wind blew. The others were a little way off.
Finally, she used her hands to wipe her eyes, and started pacing, trying to catch up to the other prisoners. She could still hear them but everyone was thriving off pure adrenaline. She started jogging, using her arms to pick up speed, almost building more anxiety from losing everybody. She could hear them, but not see them. She was jogging for what felt like minutes, downhill, gaining speed, a few big branches almost smacked her but she dodged them only getting a few scrapes. She then realized while running, she may have lost the others.
Fuck. She breathed out panting. She tried taking a slightly different path. She didnt realize how steep the path was and was jogging, her jog had turned into a sprint because of the decline. Her breathing got more labored until she felt something grab her, a strong hand from a tree and pull her in, crushing her to their hard chest. She gaped, coughing out, mouth ajar out of shock. She breathed out, looking up to see Blake. His big dark eyes looking at her. Her chest was pumping out of her chest, she was sweating, possibly having a minor anxiety attack.
Now that the smoke's gone
And the air is all clear
Those who were right there
Got a new kind of fear
You'd fight and you were right
But they were just too strong
They'd stick it in your face
And let you smell what they consider wrong
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Chaos. Pure chaos. Bellamy loved it. One hundred delinquents were running and shouting with free spirits throughout the forest. The sun was at its apex in the sky, proving there were still numerous hours remaining before the sun set over the horizon. It meant they were given hours to plan, organize, and strategize. Being a natural-born leader, Bellamy wanted to take charge and keep these people safe. But to his knowledge, there were only ninety-nine people on the entire planet and they were right here. The only true dangers were the weather, other surface elements, and possibly animals if any survived the radiation and the nuclear apocalypse. It was doubtful but Bellamy did not know. On the other hand, they were on the fucking ground. What the hell? Who thought that was possible yesterday? They should celebrate. Now, it might have appeared that the Council had sent them to their deaths on this drop ship. Somehow, they lived through the freefall. They were supposed to land on Mount Weather. Unbeknownst to anyone, they had not arrived on the correct location. That was a problem for tomorrow though. They had supplies and rations to last weeks, maybe an entire month if they were lucky and intelligent.
Bellamy stored himself inside the ship where those supplies were located. Food, water, and even alcohol. Yes, alcohol. These young people might need some release on the ground. Bellamy stood still, contemplating everything in his mind. Being the eldest, people already looked up to Bellamy. His aura simply radiated what a leader should do and be. Everyone had started gravitating towards Bellamy Blake. After talking with Octavia, he sent her away to explore and have fun. She was his entire world and protecting her was the only reason he boarded the drop ship. While she was running with excitement and joy, Bellamy kept his brown eyes closely on her figure, worrying that one step might cause a tragedy. He spent almost seventeen years protecting her, keeping her underneath the floor in his and his mothers room. That was no life. That was no existence. He liked seeing Octavia running free with a beautiful smile on her face. That was important to the young man. Even his usually stoic demeanor turned into a crooked smile. He wanted to cut loose and relax today and tonight.
Aimlessly, Bellamy allowed himself to wander. Actually, he had an objective soon enough. He decided to find some firewood from the forest. They would need a decent fire going to cook all these food items anyways. Bellamy rounded up almost two dozen delinquents eager to help. It also established his authority over the others and all wood had been returned to the center of the camp. Bellamy just walked deeper into the forest, looking for some thick branches to use. His travels led him down a deep hill and into what looked like a ravine. He heard footsteps behind him but paid no attention at first. Then, the footfalls sounded hastened and panicky. When Bellamy turned, he saw a girl with blonde hair almost stumble and fall. Thankfully, he reached out with a strong grip and held her wrist, pulling her taut against his chest. Their eyes locked and it was almost like the world stopped moving. He looked into her eyes and he felt his heart skip so many beats. He almost forgot to talk because he was so engrossed by his emotions. This was so unlike Bellamy. It finally dawned on him that she must have a panic attack.
His sister had claustrophobia since she had spent so many years under the floor. She hated small spaces and had panic attacks whenever she was released from the space. The symptoms were obvious.
Both of his large, calloused, rough hands placed onto Clarkes shoulders. He recognized her. Clarke Griffin. Her mother was on the Council. What did the daughter of a Council member do that was so bad to end up here? Nonetheless, he went into a a routine he developed with Octavia, regarding how to regulate one's breathing.
Hey, hey. Look at me. Look in my eyes. Breathe with me. Follow my pattern. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Everythings fine.
She calmed down only slightly but her breathing remained rapid.
Now close your eyes and count backwards from one hundred. Trust me. This works like a charm. Its helped my sister so many times.This was always his go-to strategy and after the blonde started counting, her breathing became calm. Bellamy kept a low voice while calming her down to a steady point. When she returned to a regular breathing pattern, Bellamy flashed her a smile that she had seen from earlier.
Good. Youre calm now. Lets get you back up to camp so you can relax.
Almost immediately at the concept of relaxing, Clarke denied the possibility of enjoying herself. Instead, she rambled off about needing to find food, a water source, and set up shelter. They had no idea what was waiting for them. She might have been hitting a great point but it was only one day.
You know, I agree with you. We have to do everything you said. Not today. We have no idea how many hours we have until sunset. Everyone here has waited their entire lives to see Earth. Cant we just take one night to enjoy everything? Ive been gathering some wood. Others, too. We have food to cook. We can party. First time humans have been on earth in almost an entire century. That's one hell of an occasion. I know you like the sound of that, hm?
Of course, Bellamy was his usually convincing self. Being tall, handsome, and confident, the male was quite influential and had his way with women, especially. After a few minutes, Clarke finally agreed with Bellamy. They would have one night of fun as a group before getting serious. Nonetheless, the male kept his word and led Clarke back to camp. He could tell she was strong and independent but recovering from an anxiety attack was something he took with the utmost seriousness and caution. Bellamy wanted her to sit on one of the logs and help direct the locations of the fires and order the logs. He pointed out where the food and drinks were located on the ship. That way, she still held some usefulness and leadership, exhibiting her independence. In the mean time, Bellamy went back into the woods to help with gathering more wood though he certainly hoped their time spent together was not over for tonight.
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Clarke let out loud course breaths as she felt his strong hands hold her shoulders, keeping her eye level even though he was taller. She could hear his thick voice trying to catch her attention and she nodded, over and over trying to control her breath. She was just breathing in and out of her mouth and her lungs were on fire from running. Not that she hadnt exercised on the ark but it had been ages ago, she had been cooped in a prison cell for a while. The air hurt going down her throat, she had run a small marathon through the forest.
Im not fuckin counting.She snapped, not meaning to but it just came out as her rapid breathing continued. She was overwhelmed by her attack and his presence. She didnt even understand why he was here, where the others were, had she gotten that off course? He gave her an amused look, not even offended and that made her eyebrows widen. She calmed enough and he gave her a gorgeous breath taking smile. How was someone that damn handsome? She had never felt strong attraction towards anybody, always thinking that was some sort of flaw in human nature, growing up to be independent.
He mentioned going back to camp and she nodded, wiping her mouth and combed her already messy hair back. She went on a tangent, wanting to get supplies and to continue their mission to the mountain. She was cut off by Blake trying to convince her that they could all have one night of freedom, to celebrate being back on the planet form which they came from.
You know, I agree with you. We have to do everything you said. Not today. We have no idea how many hours we have until sunset. Everyone here has waited their entire lives to see Earth. Cant we just take one night to enjoy everything? Ive been gathering some wood. Others, too. We have food to cook. We can party. First time humans have been on earth in almost an entire century. That's one hell of an occasion. I know you like the sound of that, hm?
She looked irritated and her eyes narrowed and she just kind of stood there, gawking. He laughed at her reaction and that perturbed her even more.Yeahwhatever you say, youre in charge. She mumbled walking away, shaking her head. He did seem to have the others already doing task together. He tried to give her some sort of independence, trying to make her feel like she was doing something but soon as he left she found Wells. He seemed just as annoyed.
See youve met our new leader. hes a charmer. Wells said, he was looking at a map. She grabbed the map from him, and he knew better and just let her have it. She was sniffling from the after effects of her small attack. While the others prepped for the night, she studied the map, trying to figure out where they were and what natural resources and landmarks were around. She stay planted sitting on the ground, legs Indian style.
As the sun was slowly starting to set, she saw Blake returning with the others. He was smiling, laughing as he approached the camp sight. Clarke found herself, openly just staring at him, like a kid would look if they were zoning out on a specific tile in the floor. He was talking to others but caught her, he licked his lips and eventually just winked. That made her snap out of it and she glared at him. She absurdly pulled her eyes, looking elsewhere, red in the face. Then as she pushed up from the ground, wiping her dirty hands on her cargo pants.
She heard more cheering and then heard music?The hell.is that actual older music?It must have been ancient to when the humans lived on earth and was technology involved. How did they even get access to loud speakers? Did someone pull equipment off the drop ship and rig it.
Then she saw a group of prisoners laughing, shouting out. Then from another corner she saw Octavia appear on a pile of logs singing whileshaking her body provocatively, which got the attention of half the male population. The song was about getting drunk in a club. Then she caught others already drinking what looked like cheap beer. Why would they send alcohol down with them? Her mind was racing, overthinking everything. Everyone was chanting, cheering, most were gravitating toward the Blakes younger sister who wassinging out loud on top of the blaring music.
Who wanna get fucked up!!! Who wanna get fucked up
Clarke avoided the mass of young prisoners and tried to stray away as far as she could. Blake was caught between trying to keep an eye on his sister whose own hormones and energy was on high levels and he noticed the blonde trying to leave the grounds.Dont any of you put a damn hand on her.He said before heading off in a light jog to catch up to Clarke.
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The next couple hours for Bellamy involved gathering more firewood and even locating a water source. A small pond was found nearly fifty yards south from the front of the drop ship. This provided water for the delinquents to boil. During that time, the male gained even more influence. Honestly, he did not exert much effort to do so. He let himself act naturally and people were gravitating towards him. The biggest problem he encountered so far was trying to contain Octavia. Being locked up for her entire life made her wild since she was now free. He insisted on protecting her but they got into an argument about her not wanting protection.
That was fine. Bellamy would rather his sister hate him for being here to protect her rather than loving him while he was still on the Ark. She was furious when he refused to tell her why he was wearing a Guard uniform or how he even managed to find his way on board. Only the juvenile delinquents at the age of eighteen or younger were allowed. If Bellamy had been arrested, he would have been floated. The burden of having murdered the Chancellor was something he had to live with for the rest of his life but the rules and laws of the Ark were strict and overbearing. It was Jahas fault that his mother was dead and his sister was arrested, after all.
It was rare a girl impacted Bellamy outrageously. That was the only word he felt he could use for Clarke. His feelings were outrageous because he felt the desire to talk to the blonde and find out about her life, what she likes, what she doesnt like, and so forth. Believe it or not, Bellamy did not worry about keeping his bad boy persona going. Traditionally, Bellamy had been stone cold but his love for Octavia was a soft spot. Being on Earth already opened his eyes to new possibilities. It was a new beginning and he sought after something he lacked on the Ark. When Octavia started dancing, he practically had to beg and force her back onto the ground. Of course, this pissed the brunette off even further. A couple of the males, he trusted already since they spent the past hours with him on the firewood. He simply asked they look after his sister while he left to chase after Clarke.
Hey there. I think youre going the wrong way, Clarke.Bellamy spoke, walking a few feet behind her, stopping his pace to a walk when they were side-by-side.
Okay. So maybe the party scene is not your style. We can sit out here if you want. Id like to talk with you for a while tonight. Ill be honest with you. I really want to get to know you.
Bellamy decided hiding his feelings was not an option. Instead of finding a mundane excuse to be here, Bellamy expressed his desire to share a conversation and a drink with Clarke.
You look like you could use a drink. Youre making me feel stressed out and worried by just looking at me.Of course, his tone was light and teasing no matter how sarcastic or how much of an attitude she might have gotten in response. He knew it was going to take some coaxing but after he expressed a genuine desire to become her friend and talk with her, Clarke finally agreed to it. Bellamy decided there was a nice, big rock for them to sit on and relax while they had their drinks. He left but came right back with the alcoholic beverages. He brought back a case of the bottles, unsure of how much she wanted or how much he wanted.
I just wanted to make sure we had enough. Id rather have too much than not enough.
He placed the carton onto the ground and propped himself up against the rock. He handed her one of the bottles and shot her a smile.
A toast. To new beginnings, to survivors, and a better life.With a smile, he clinked their bottles together and took a sip first.
The alcohol made his throat tingle. Since he was of age already, Bellamy had his fair share of drinks in the past but none recently since he was kicked out of the Guard. Speaking of that, he wanted to ditch this guard uniform quickly. He brought extra changes of clothing.
Their conversation was starting but it was quickly interrupted. A girl from the camp walked up. She was tall with fiery red hair that ran along her back. Her chest was perky and she wore a low-cut tank top to show it off. Her rear was hugged tight in her jeans and her breath already smelled of alcohol. A sultry look was in her eyes while she completely ignored Clarke.
Hey Bell. There you are. I was wondering where you went. You should come back and join us. Ive already missed having you around. We should talk.
She reached forward and placed a hand onto his cheek but it hardly touched his skin before Bellamy retracted his face.
No I dont think I should. Im perfectly happy right here.
She wasnt giving up easily, though. Oh, come on. Ive got my tent set up if you want some privacy.
Again, Bellamy turned her down.Im sorry. Im just not interested.He found a way to turn her down but not destroy her or come off like a complete ass. When the girl conceded, she felt frustrated and looked at Clarke, giving her what could best be described as a death stare. Nonetheless, she left the pair alone but made sure her rear bounced perfectly when she walked away.
Immediately, Bellamy turned his attention back onto Clarke.So hopefully thats over with. Id rather spend my time here. It was obvious but he felt the need to say those words for Clarke to hear. He showed no interest in the girl just now. His only interest was for Clarke.
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Hey there. I think youre going the wrong way, Clarke.
Clarke looked behind, eyeing him and face forward trying to pick up her pace but he was right beside her.Excuse me?She said in a shitty tone but you could tell she was frustrated.
Okay. So maybe the party scene is not your style. We can sit out here if you want. Id like to talk with you for a while tonight. Ill be honest with you. I really want to get to know you.
That caught the young eighteen-year-old off guard, she stopped even as a strong night wind blew, making her messy hair go everywhere, she breathed out, her eyes wide looking at him. You could still hear the loud obnoxious old as hell club music playing. She saw Bellamy with a faint smile, an honest one. Her eyes looked back at the camp and craziness.
That your idea of fun?She said with her brows together. Which he completely ignored.
You look like you could use a drink. Youre making me feel stressed out and worried by just looking at me.
She laughed out a little sarcastically as if slightly offended. She hadnt ever drunk alcohol, it wasnt ever on her to do list, not even back on the Ark. Plus it was hard to get things like that on the Ark unless it was an important celebration and it was permitted. She didnt say anything, once again he had that affect, she was stunned, lost in his honesty and awed by how gorgeous he was. She watched as he left quickly to grab some drinks, she rolled her eyes, starting to walk further as he rushed back. She didnt even know why he was bothering her. She just looked at the six pack of bottles of beer. She had to try so hard not to act weird or laugh out from her anxiety. She climbed on top of the rock as he leaned against it. She knew he wasnt going to leave her alone for whatever reason. He handed her a bottle after opening it, she was hesitant but took it while sitting on the rock. He would watch her amused, he would know she hadnt ever drank before as she smelled it.
A toast. To new beginnings, to survivors, and a better life.
He did a toast and she just raised her bottle weakly not seeming interested. She wiggled her nose and took a small sip, putting on an act to just get that sip down. He laughed, his laugh made her just look at him, almost with a comical face herself.
You laughing at me? She said, with a half-smile, it was cute, almost attractive to see her so defensive. He shrugged, putting his hands up. They started talking.
This smells like ass. She said and saw him raise an eye, he didnt say anything for a minute.
You know what---he stopped with her look and couldnt help his face from smiling, it hurt.
Their conversation was cut short with one of the younger red heads, one of the most beautiful out of the group, came over strutting. She was already a little tipsy and had that seductive smile on. She looked a little offended Bellamy was even over here with Clarke. She gave Clarke a look of disgust and locked eyes with the tall handsome male.
Hey Bell. There you are. I was wondering where you went. You should come back and join us. Ive already missed having you around. We should talk.
Bellamy retracted he face letting her know he didnt want to be touched, not by her. Clarke was sitting like a little duck, holding the bottle just watching, curious, fascinated almost. She was half expecting him to leave, half of her almost wanted him to go so she could be in peace and calm down from his presence, the other didnt want him to go.
No I dont think I should. Im perfectly happy right here.
Her eyes got beady and she shifted uncomfortably on the rock and the girl flashed her a shitty smirk. She couldnt understand why Bellamy would want her, everyone knew Clarke wasnt the type to please him, so they thought. The girl continued and he turned her down again until the girl walked off bouncing her ass to make sure he saw.
So hopefully thats over with. Id rather spend my time here.
Clarke let out a loud breath, letting her tongue clean her teethe, another nervous habit. She shrugged and just looked at the bottle. Why she laughed, as if not getting why he was so persistent to be with her when he could be fucking so many of the other young prisoners. She rolled her eyes and randomly started chugging the bottle. She got of it down before coughing, making faces because of the awful taste, it was dripping down her mouth onto her t-shirt. She wiped her mouth. She watched as Bellamy pushed back, scooting up to her level on the rock. She had spilled beer everywhere. He used his hand and reached out to wipe her chin, she flinched but let him. His touch sent chills and she finished the bottle, and let it drop to the ground.
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Well, Im pretty sure you havent tasted alcohol before. Chugging its not going to be a fun experience.Bellamy quirked, giving her a word of warning for the next time. He never thought she was going to take a drink, much less drink almost the entire bottle at once. Since this was her first time drinking, Bellamy thought Clarke was going to quickly feel the effects of the alcohol. She was much smaller than him, too. Everything added up into how her body was going to react from drinking. The last thing Bellamy wanted was for the girl to become too buzzed that she did not remember anything that happened. If everything went well, tonight was going to be memorable.
While wiping Clarkes chin clear of the fluid, his finger brushed against her lower lips. The texture of how soft it felt made Bellamy wonder if it felt that soft against his own lips. Though he wanted to kiss her already, he did not intend for it to end so soon. It might have been irrational but Bellamy was already thinking about spending time with her every day and only being with her. In the past, Bellamy had his fair share of flings. What woman did not want him? The choices were limited on the Ark anyways but his body was phenomenal and his charming nature was a killer.
Yet, here he was with Clarke Griffin. Now, she was a beautiful girl in her own right. Not many people realized just how beautiful she was because she never flaunted herself or gave away her body to just anyone. These other girls around might have been shaking it and acting seductive and other people saw Clarke as a prude, not really the type of girl anyone would like. Everyone was so interested in just having a good night and nobody was even considering relationships at this point. Bellamy, though, he was going through something different.
Ive seen your drawings before. They were always on display in the art classroom.Bellamy graduated from their obligatory schooling five years before Clarke. Even then, her artwork was highly praised. While she grew older, different portraits and creations popped up all around the Ark.I honestly think youre the most talented artist that was on the Ark. Ive never seen anything like it. Ill have to find you some paper and drawing utensils. I bet that will make you happier.Anyone could see that Clarke was anxious and on edge. Drawing was something she loved and he could tell by the smile that came to her face at the thought, he hit a high point. Clearly, he was interested in her as a person, wanting to get to know her and know what she likes. This was not how your stereotypical one night stand would start off. Bellamy did not want that. Hell, he did not even care if they touched tonight. All he wanted was to set a foundation with her.
He listened to the blonde talked about why she liked drawing and what stemmed her love for art. Watching her talk about something she was passionate about made Bellamy smile the entire time. Instead of seeing her irritated nature, she was acting more relaxed and calm. After a while, Clarke had finished the first bottle of alcohol while Bellamy was still only halfway through. Bellamy decided to tell her about himself, too. He talked about Octavia and how different his life was. The only thing he knew for so many years was keeping her safe. He told Clarke about the promise he made to his mother when his sister was born, that he would take care of her forever and that she was his responsibility. Octavia was so important to him even if she did not quite appreciate Bellamy like she should sometimes. That was fine. In the long run, it was worth it.
Bellamy decided to come up with a game to get to know each other better. One of them said a random word and the other said the first thing that popped into their mind. It was basically free association. So, if she said food, Bellamy might name a food and saw it was his least favorite. If a color was named, they would associate something from the past that made a big impact on them that held the same color. It brought a few laughs along with smiles and semblance of happiness.
However, Bellamy thought he recognized another emotion from Clarke. It seemed like she was apprehensive about something. She never quite fully relaxed. She fidgeted constantly and every time Bellamy moved to adjust himself, it appeared that Clarke thought he was finally going to leave her. They had been talking for hours at this point. The music died down back at the camp and the sun was starting to set.
Wow This is the first sunset weve ever seen from the ground. I think it looks truly beautiful. I have seen only one view that was more beautiful than this in my entire lifetime.
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Bellamy started asking her about her hobbies, he showed a love for her art which came to a big startling surprise. She knew a lot of people complimented her art but for it to be coincidentally someone she got sent to earth with, that was something else. She would smile, showing her hidden happiness, letting it peak through. They played a small game and they would both kind of laugh now and then at each others answers. Now and then she would slightly lean into him laughing, or he would her and she was flush red in the face.
She was pale as ever so it was easy to spot it. The alcohol was quickly starting to take effect, but she was only buzzed and not smashed, not yet anyway. She stayed interested when he spoke of everything about Octavia, she had heard rumors but didnt know anything until it was too late, she was almost positive if her family had known, they would have helped even if it meant breaking the rules and putting their own lives at risk. No girl should have lived like she did. It really disturbed her and she could understand why he came to earth, why he risked everything for her. She wasnt as sour about her shaking her ass now come to think of it.
Your sisters beautiful.you better keep an eye on her. Clarke said, trying to be serious but it was a little humorous how it came out. He nodded, showing a handsome grin. Of course, his eyes would scan over the camp, everybody was still going strong. Some of the prisoners were dancing along with Octavia, some were in small groups just living it up, others were scattered, some were even making out while others were playing around.
The sun was starting to set, cascading beautiful colors upon the canopy of the forest. You could see so many stars starting to paint the sky. A strong cool wind kept everyone who was heated from the alcohol at a good temperature. It was summer from what climate they could tell, seasons and weather may be very different from what they learned in school. The earth was healing itself from the years of pollution from man.
Wow This is the first sunset weve ever seen from the ground. I think it looks truly beautiful. I have seen only one view that was more beautiful than this in my entire lifetime.
Clarke was smiling at the scenery, enjoying the moment, even the sight of the others partying and the night sky, until she replayed his words and did a double take, she looked at him, quiet. She let her hand scratch her neck, another nervous habit of many. She saw him eyeing her, he licked his lips and knew she was a little slow but caught it. She adverted her eyes away, laughing out through a short breath. She slipped down to the ground. She rubbed her sweaty dirty hands on her knees.What was that other beautiful thing..? She asked out of nowhere, not looking at him as he was up on the rock looking down. She couldnt see him, but could feel his eyes drilling into her back, could feel his crooked smile.
Im looking at her.right now.He said smoothly but openly. She was quiet, frozen watching the others party in the distance as another breeze swept over her. She bent over and grabbed another bottle, opening it clumsily. She started taking huge gulps, breathing out her nose hard. Bellamy slid off the rock, he turned her to face him. At the position, she was pressed back against the rock with him in front, peering down at her. She gulped, but wouldnt look at him, her heart was racing, her blood rising. She tried to take another huge gulp of the second bottle, making it already half gone. He took the bottle in his own hand, pushing further, making her push harder against the wall.
Can I.,He used his own face to make her look at him, nuzzling her face, so they were not even inches apart, his forehead pressed against hers, she was breathing heavy. He would see she was nervous, maybe even confused, or doubting herself.
Why.She breathed as his lips was so close they almost brushed against hers. He would feel her shaking; he could smell the alcohol on her breath but he didnt care.
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Bellamy believed actions spoke louder than words. Clarke asked him, why? Why did he want to kiss her? Why was she the most beautiful girl he had ever seen? Hell, why was she the most beautiful thing he had ever seen when they just watched the damn sunset from the ground? She wanted to know why. Bellamy was going to tell her with a kiss. Instead of an auditory response, Bellamy nuzzled her nose against because of how it tickled and made him feel warm inside. His head tilted one way and his right hand gently caressed her neck. His left hand reached to hold hers.
It was a fight In Bellamys mind, but it was a good fight. Should he keep his eyes open and look at this girl or should he close them and just let his sensations show him everything? When he leaned forward and their lips touch, the world stopped spinning. They might as well have been the only two people remaining on the entire planet. Her lips were so soft against his own. The skin of her neck was warm and her palm was a mixture of soft and rugged since she spent so much time working in the medical station.
The best word he could describe for her, was perfection. Their lips touched for five or six seconds before Bellamy pulled back. His eyes were open for half the time and closed the other half. The heat radiating from her body made him sweat bullets. He noticed how she was breathing heavily again but he knew how to stop it.
You already make me happy.Bellamy whispered, explaining she had nothing to fear. That might be easier said than done for her to understand, though. Regardless, he watched for her reaction and was pleased to see that she did not seem too scared or even disgusted. The rosy color to her pale cheeks told the story. She must have enjoyed it and Bellamy did, too. He would dare say that was the best kiss of his life. It made him wish none of those other kisses happened. Bellamy always heard that in life, you could find one person that made you understand why you let the others go. Bellamy always hid from his feelings. Not anymore.
Their moment was interrupted again. It was a familiar redheaded girl. With her, she brought two more. One was a blonde and one was a brunette. The redheaded girl, Vanessa, looked to the blonde, Jessica and then to the brunette, Harper.
BellamyVanessa chimed in a sing-song voice.
Were still waiting for you. The three of us are getting scared. Its dark. Dont you think you should come back and protect us?Of course, she was just trying to be cute here.
We can be fun, Bellamy. Everyone else here, they are boys. Youre a man, Bellamy Thats what we need. Theres plenty of room in one of our tents. You can have all three of us, tonight.Jessica added, running her hand down her body. It looked like Clarke felt defeated. She must have thought she had nothing on these girls. They were ready to give Bellamy everything he wanted but she was not even sure why he was still with her. Bellamy realized that.
It was clear what was happening here. They were trying to be sexy for Bellamy, to make him leave Clarke. It was only logical, right? Three beautiful girls compared to just one? What guy would not take that opportunity. To be honest, Bellamy was growing mad now. He did not even consider taking up their offer. Instead, with a loud and clear voice, he looked to Clarke.
Theres only one girl I want to spend time with tonight, or any other night. Shes been here from the start.With that, Bellamy turned to Clarke and even lowered her down onto the ground, flat onto her back. His lips locked onto Clarkes again but this time, he let his tongue become involved. Aware of her anxiety, Bellamy decided to stroke his fingers through her hair. That was calming, right? Maybe that would help.
The last thing he wanted was to upset her breathing, so he kept the kiss slow but made sure it was deep. His tongue only tickled the outline of her lips and his free hand cupped the side of Clarkes beautiful face. He held the kiss for three times as long as the first kiss. The three girls finally gave up and left the pair alone but the main girl, Vanessa, she was not giving up yet. She would find a chance to strike again, but not now.
Even after they left, Bellamy kept kissing her to prove it was not just him wanting to make the others leave but he really wanted to be with Clarke and kiss her. After pulling back this time, he pulled the blonde to sit upright against the rock, his closest arm wrapping around her neck.
I really love the way your lips feel. And when I kissed you, I have never felt happier.He admitted, deciding to be open, even flashing her a smile.
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It only took seconds before his rough hot lips met hers, there was no tongue, it was just pressing but it felt different, foreign but so inviting. Her mind was a ticking time bomb but the countdown was far from zero. Her eyes stayed opened as weird as it may have looked, she just wanted to see him and was in complete awe. When he pulled away, she didnt even realize how badly she was rapidly breathing, her body shaking. She didnt know if she should lean in for another kiss or run but her mind told her she would rather collapse in a mess than run.
You already make me happy.
She made him happy? Her mind while being buzzed but still quite coherent tried to analyze that, before anything else could happen the redheaded girl returned with two other young females, a blonde and brunette, they all looked like they could have been models, they were young and fresh and they knew it. Clarke didnt personally know the girls but the prisoners would rarely let out of their room for anything. Vanessa was the name of the redheaded girl, her beautiful dark red head cascaded down to her shoulders, she bounced with a seductive gleam in her eyes as she called out to Bellamy with the other girls right behind her on either side, as if they were some trio. She offered him another opportunity to be with him. Already Clarke wasnt even panicking, but felt her stomach drop, felt self-doubt kick in. She had never ever had to deal with these types of situations, even while in school. She always ignored any type of out casting or judgement, she didnt care, now for the first time ever, she did. Why did it fucking matter anyway. She exhaled and looked away, wanting to possible walk in the opposite direction, but hadnt noticed his hand was locked into hers. She felt him squeeze it hard. She wasnt totally sure she heard him getting shitty with the girls.
Her mind was pulled away from her consuming thoughts, she was being pushed to the ground, not pushed as he was laying her down with his own strength. It wasnt that her back touched the ground, his lips crushed against hers, out of shock her mouth opened giving him access to explore, to make out with her. She closed her eyes, letting him do most of the work, just stunned and captivated by the moment. The three girls looked disappointed and annoyed, the other two left but Vanessa was glaring at them, she had already started the seed, she wasnt giving up until she won. Shed be damned if some high up worthless blonde was going to get him all to herself.
Bellamy pulled away, just enough to make their lips part. Clarke breathed out, he could take she was in shock, but savoring it. He leaned back down giving her more, this time she made the weakest effort to kiss back but it still felt amazing, he knew how to kiss, did he know that was her first kiss? He pulled up, helping her sit up as they were both pressed against the rock, his shoulder around her neck, making her lean into his chest. She gladly took it, resting, trying to reel back from everything, her head was hot from the alcohol. She closed her eyes, taking in his scent, his warmth, was this lust, it was, more right?
I really love the way your lips feel. And when I kissed you, I have never felt happier.
She breathed out but in a smile, her eyes opening to peer up at his gorgeous smile. She was slowly relaxing, even if just a little, it was a start. She felt him squeeze her tighter against him and she loved it, she wanted more but didnt know what or how to ask for it, she was so new at all of this.
Your fucking gorgeous.She said, it kind of came out randomly, he would stare down at her maybe even a little surprised himself. She licked her lips, as if wondering if she should have said that out loud, he had heard it so many times, so many compliments from women but for some reason, it meant something now. She was like a little kid having a crush on a grown up.
Am I.?He teased knowing damn well he was but it felt good to tease her, he loved it. She bit her lip laughing, hiding her face in his chest, it was adorable. His head would lean on her head, as the cool air blew he would get a whiff of her smell. She pulled away just a little and went for another bottle as the other one had fallen over. She saw him watch her curiously, he knew she was drinking for a couple of reasons, to deal with her emotions, to deal with her emotions for him. She fumbled trying to get it open and he did it with his free hand, watching the bottle steam. They both stared at it. He wasnt going to stop her. She looked up at him and he took the bottle and chugged some of it, and gave it to her to finish. She grinned and downed all of it, coughing out, but it didnt taste as bad since she was already somewhat drunk. They were laughing. They were on the fourth bottle of the pack. She was going to grab for another but he grabbed her hands, pulling her closer to him.
Easypace yourself or your get sick.thats not fun.He said into her head.
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Bellamy decided to consume another bottle of the beverage. After all, he helped initiate idea. How wrong would it have been of him to not even get drunk? There were so many problems they were forced to face tomorrow and the days following. Problems that would haunt them for the entirety of their lives on the ground. But as of now, Bellamy thought they were the only humans on Earth. There was nothing for them to worry about. Not only did himself and Clarke share a couple kisses, but they were having a good time together, laughing, and smiling. Above all, Bellamy felt these emotions that were new. Throughout his entire live, the only love he felt was for his sister and mother. This sure felt like that strong of emotion. He knew that it was not lust. Did he find her attractive? Of course, but there was more than just physical attraction. The thought of Clarke holding hands or kissing anyone else made Bellamy sick. The thought of Clarkes heart belonging to a man not named Bellamy Blake made him sad. Tonight was a giant step forward and it was not even finished. After all, didnt everyone need someone along their side as they faced new adventures?
They could both be leaders of this place. It might take time for people to look at Clarke differently but it was possible. They talked, laughed, and cuddled longer. Clarke had eventually thrown her legs over his lap and continued to rest her head on his chest. If she was drinking too fast, Bellamy slowed her down, not wanting to wear herself out or make her not remember tonight. That was the last thing he wanted to happen. Soon, their conversation turned into something deep and rather intimate.
He knew how insecure she acted already but she finally posed a question.
What is it about me? Why did you not head back to camp with the other girls?
Bellamy thought about how to respond and the first thing he did was offer a smile.
When you bumped into me today was the first time I saw you and noticed you were here. Our eyes locked and I couldnt think, I couldnt breathe, and I couldnt move. All my life, I have only worried about surviving and keeping my sister safe. I never took a moment to think about what I want. I want to be happy. I dont want to have any flings or something superficial. When I was a child before my sister was born, I remembered my mother and father being in love and having each other. That imprinted in my mind. That fell apart after Octavia was born because my father was too much of a coward to face this. I resent him but I know that I want to experience what they had experienced. I dont want to be alone in this world. I want to feel vulnerable around someone else and know that they will accept me. Those girls didnt want that. Im not worried about one-night fun. I want to build my life down here on the ground. You caught my eye because I was immobilized. It was like magic even though that probably sounds silly. I cant explain it very well. The only thing I know for certain is that I want to explore whats possible here with you, for us. Weve only gotten to know each other for a few hours but I feel like Ive known you for my entire life. You make me happy.
Bellamy paused after giving his speech and flashed another smile. Yet again, he was not simply telling Clarke something she wanted to hear. He did not make up superficial, mundane responses. He did not just want to have Clarke for one night and dispose of her. He thought about his future, he was chasing after a love that he used to think did not exist. After his mother and father fell apart, he thought love was a farce and there was no such thing. But Clarke Griffin bumped into him on the ground. Those two things were changing his mind. There was more to life than just surviving. Clarke might not even realize it yet, but she saved him. She made him believe in happiness again all through a few hours of talking.
That was something special. Bellamy was not normally an impressionable person and he never did well with feelings or words. The only constant was that he kept coming back, knowing that Clarke made him feel different: in a good way. He would have to be idiotic to ignore that.
Considering youre still here and you havent slapped me for kissing you, Ill take that as a sign youre having a fun time. Bellamy teased, continuing to down that bottle of alcohol until it was done so he moved onto the next bottle.
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Bellamy had thrown her legs over his lap as he was propped back against the large rock, holding her to his chest. She wasnt quite prepared for his answer and as he spoke, she sat up just a little with her arm around his neck, to keep her planted on him without sliding off. He would see by her eyes she was overpowered by his speech. She just gawked at him, like a puppy would, fascinated by its owner, but in this case the owner had unconditional love.
Considering youre still here and you havent slapped me for kissing you, Ill take that as a sign youre having a fun time.
Clarke saw his grin, it was plain out right sexy, enough to make her stomach feel funny unless that was the alcohol, she laughed out. She watched him lean back finishing a bottle and getting another, they were down to one left. She could get the bottle out of his hands and once again, got a pretty good amount. Making almost making it two bottles in a half she had drank. She wasnt the most talkative but there was still this strong connection, like Bellamy didnt need words to understand, he could learn from observing her like he already had so much.
How she was very emotional like his sister, her emotions got the best of her. She was fragile but he could also see she was strong, so strong. She also had an attitude which he liked. She was perfect.he also could tell she had never been sexual with another man, it least he had picked up a few things to come to that conclusion. That alone was like a given gift. Not that he was a virgin but the fact she was, it meant she was completely his, a fresh start to be with somebody. He wanted to be the only person she was ever with. He might kill anybody who touched her beside himself, that or his sister which made him briefly wonder what was happening. He actually wanted to check on her, he trusted the two guys but only to an extent.
HeyIm gonna go check on Octaviashes a little stir crazy.hold on.He said, his lips pressed against her head hard, as he gently lifted her to sit beside him, she refused to let go, so he was crouched over holding her as she hung onto him like a money, he looked down. Her eyes told him everything, he grinned and lifted her in one swift motion making her ride on top of his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head resting on his, he was holding her legs, she was light as a feather. She was laughing uncontrollably which was a little refreshing even though he knew she was feeling the alcohol.
He started down the short path back to the camp ground,the music getting louder. Clarke hung close, resting her head on his shoulder, her face resting against his. It felt right, he had the biggest grin. Some of the other prisoners, even the males looked a little surprised, others cheered and made cat calls whistling at them both. His eyes searched for his sister, knowing god knows what she was doing. Someone randomly came by with more alcohol, a different kind of bottle and gave both Bellamy and Clarke one, she had one hand around his neck. Clarke seemed a little oblivious to his concern but it was better that way, she was more amazed with the party, now being drunk, her eyes lit up, smiling, laughing.
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Octavia continued to dance and sing in the most provocative ways. At least none of the boys were touching her. If they looked, that was testing Bellamy but she was the center of attention and a ball of energy. A line was crossed if she was touched, however. Everything seemed fine for now. Besides, Bellamy had other pressing matters like this girl on his back. It was incredible, the feeling of her body against his own somehow elicited reactions that stemmed deeper than a physical level. His heart was beating so fast, Bellamy thought he ran a marathon moments before.
Nonetheless, they found a place to sit and enjoy the loud music and drinks. Bellamy thanked the other male for a new bottle of alcohol and they continued. Again, Clarke started to drink way too fast. She never learned but it was adorable.Okay. Take it easy Clarke. Youre going to pass out soon enough.Bellamy teased with a light, playful voice. The playful aura continued about him and he decided to do something else. His lips landed on her left cheek, then on her chin, then down to her collarbone before going back up to her other cheek, then across her nose, then her forehead, then down to her temple before finally kissing her lips.
Bellamy enjoyed this, kissing all over her face. He hoped it tickled and made her giggle and laugh because her smile gave him a reason to keep going. He realized that he needed her in his life more than he even needed the oxygen he breathed. She was that important to him and he made a secret, sacred promise to himself and to Clarke, all in his head. He was going to protect her and keep her safe for as long as he was able. No matter what happened in the future, it was going to be alright.
There was only one problem. If and when the Ark landed on the ground, it was likely Bellamy might be executed. After all, he did kill the Chancellor to get here. Even if Jaha was worthy of being killed, as many people thought, the Council members were strict about keeping the rules sacred. If the Ark made touchdown on the Earth, Bellamy would never be forgiven. That was the only looming fear he had so he drank to that fear, not wanting anything to cloud his time with Clarke. He hoped it did not end.
Bellamy sensed how inexperienced Clarke was. He knew to take things slow with her but smothering her face in kisses showed to be a good thing considering her reaction. To their right, twenty yards away the same group of girls looked on in confusion but not even they could burst Bellamys bubble. As far as he was concerned, nothing was taking them apart, especially not tonight.
You know what? I really love your hair Bellamy spoke, the alcohol starting to impact him now. When he got drunk, he became one of those touchy-feely people as ironic as that was. His fingers started from her scalp and stroked downwards until reaching the end of her locks. He found it amusing how some strands were straight while some curled towards the end. It was the little things. Soon, he was massaging her hair on both sides, pressing random kisses all along her neck from time to time. He loved playing with her hair now. It was so silky soft and the golden locks curled perfectly around his fingertips. It brought him comfort and soon he was losing track of time. By this point, the music was repeating songs but that was alright. Nobody cared and everyone partied on accepted those that passed out already.
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Bellamy had found a place for both him and Clarke to sit, side by side during the wild celebrating teenagers. Clarke would have no idea the thoughts going through the older males head, how he was already submitting himself to her completely. Hell, he would have already said yes to marriage as insane as that sounded, but he was only intoxicated the past few hours so all the others made up for it. He was falling in love with Clarke dramatically at a fast rate. Love at first sight did exist. Her laughing, giggling encouraged him along with the alcohol levels in his system to be touchy. He ravished her face in kisses, she laughed but her face turned so red, she would do little things to let him know she was getting turned on. He could tell by her reactions, her breathing, even the way she hiccuped and let out soft breaths masked as soft moans. She could just laugh and fall into him, chills running down her body which was burning up.
You know what? I really love your hair
Then he started letting his fingers comb through her tousled hair, messaging and playing with it, his hands worked into her scalp and it gave her long brief moments of relief, it calmed her. He knew this. His kisses to her neck made her give out heavy hard breaths but she would try to cover them up with a laugh. She was mixed between slap happy and arousal. She pulled away and his eyes lit up watching her as she basically stumbled and fell right back into his arms making him fall back, they both laughed.
Shit.I can do this.I can stand.She mumbled making him hold back laughter, she tried to push off him and he helped, she whined she could have done it, but only in a playful way. The music was on repeat but only did Clarke start paying attention, she could pin point some names of the old songs from bored researching. A small crowd started gathering, dancing, somehow people were throwing cups and bottles. Luckily no one was getting smacked in the head or hurt. Elsewhere there was actual balloons, where in the hell did those come from? They lit up every time someone hit them. Someone hit it toward Clarke, she jumped up serving it like a volleyball, stumbling back as Bellamy caught her. There were a few idiotic teens who had climbed in the trees, they were screaming and cheering.
As the music started, Clarke could start to feel the beat. She started slowly moving her body, at first just jumping slightly throwing her hands out as she half sung the lyrics only knowing certain parts. Others males started catching notice, as did some other girls, Bellamy stayed close, so damn close like a body guard. Clarke would fall into him trying to keep balance. As the chorus broke out, she took a small breather leaning into Bellamy and bent down rolling up her cargo pants to her knees, and rolling up her sleeves of her shirt. She was burning up. She tied her shirt turning it into a belly shirt, exposing her stomach. She started dancing, enjoying the cool air against her legs, arms and stomach.
The middle part of the song playing and everybody was shouting the chant that was in the song.EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!!! RIGHT NOW, TAKE IT OFF, RIGHT NOW.
Plenty of prisoners started undressing, some just taking off certain articles of clothing, quite a few teens decided to show their goods, making more cheers from the men. Bellamy sister would be one of the girls to undress, but just down to her bra and panties. Bellamy was eyeing everybody, trying to make sure no one touched her but he got distracted as Clarke was jumping and then started dancing against him, or adorably trying to. Her back to his front as she danced, pushing against him. She got more and more into it, proving she had that side all females had. He had seen it so many times with his sister, just he had never seen it with so many hormones like tonight. Bellamy pushed back, holding her to him letting her dance against him. She leaned up sloppily making out with him, pushing all her weight into him, he kept them from falling.
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At first, Bellamy wanted to stand up and stop Octavia. However, he realized she was only dancing and not fully nude. Nobody was touching her. Everyone was so damn drunk that they likely might not remember this tomorrow. Plus, there was the most beautiful girl on the ground right now, trying to dance for him. He watched her body move and stood with her to start dancing, too. Bellamy tried to mimic her motions or just do whatever he could to stay close with the blonde. When she bent down to roll up the ends of her cargo pants, that gave him an incredible sight with the rear of her body facing him.
She was not only a beautiful soul, but she had a beautiful body. Bellamy hoped to memorize every inch. Even as non-sexual part of a body it might, be, he watched each inch of her skin exposed on her arms and legs. It looked soft and he imagined feeling that skin against his own, not only when making love but when sleeping. One thing Bellamy never did was fall asleep with someone he loved wrapped in his arms. That was an experience he was looking forward to.
Now, being a young man that was attracted to Clarke, Bellamy found it pretty damn easy to feel aroused by Clarke. Not only was she dancing in a sexy way, but she was dancing for him. That was a great feeling, to know that even as these other guys gawked at Clarke, he was the only man that could see her like this, to touch her. She clearly did not care about the others because their eyes never stopped being locked. This went on for five, maybe ten minutes. Bellamy felt Clarke incessantly rub her crotch against his leg. He felt her drag his hand over her chest at one point and the look in her eyes darkened.
Come with meShe whispered quietly, an eager look in her eyes.
Bellamy followed and she took him far enough for privacy behind a large tree but close enough to still hear the raging music and shouting. She basically slid down against the tree and pulled him on top of her. Bellamy obliged and started kissing Clarke but when she reached down to take off her shirt, Bellamy grabbed her wrists.
She looked scared, scared like she had screwed up and he saw that she was panicking again. He could tell by her breathing.
No, dont worry Clarke. Trust me, I want that as bad as you do, but I want to have our first time making love together to be when were sober and under a more romantic setting. I want it to be special. I dont want to just have sex. You dont have to do this for me tonight. Instead, Id rather touch you. Correct me if Im wrong, but I think youve never done anything before. As a matter of fact, I would guess that this was your first kiss, too.
Clarke did not say anything but she nodded her head and it looked like she might have been ashamed because she did not know what to do or how to pleasure him. But those other girls obviously did.
Thats a good thing, Clarke. Im happy to know that your body is sacred to me. But I also realize that its a big step for you and I want to walk you through everything. You have nothing to feel insecure about. I am right where I want to be and need to be. I never want to have another night, or day, without you in my arms. I dont want to overwhelm you on your first time. The only thing I need right now is for you to trust me and let me do all the work. Besides, we can have just as much fun with our clothes on as we can with them off.
Smiling, Bellamy pulled Clarkes back against his chest while he lay on his side. This gave him the best angle of attack. All he did was unbutton the top of her pants before sliding his hand inside. He felt the material of her underwear and slowly pushed it out of the way from her sheath. He wondered if she already felt wet from rubbing her crotch against him.
Now, just relax. Kiss me. Close your eyes. Focus on how this feels. Take it slow. Tell me if you get too overwhelmed and I will stop.Here, he showed that he was looking out for her. He would stop if she started breathing to hard or needed a break. Finally, he took the pads of his index finger and his middle finger, pressing ever so slightly on her clitoris and started rubbing circles before connecting their lips.
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Things hadnt gotten a little wild and during the happy chaos of everyone partying and having a good time, the two young lovers started to get a little too heated to be in the public eye, though that didnt mean other prisoners were not making out or doing other more provocative things right out in the open or in different areas around the campsite. By the time the two had gotten a good distance away deeper into the forest, behind a huge tree that had been alive for decades. Soon as they were out of the eye of the others, she laughed out and pulled him down against her as they started making out. Her kisses were now eager, a little sloppy as she was intoxicated, but it was adorable to see her trying too hard, how bad she wanted him. She was already sweating, her heart and blood racing. At this point the both was smashed. She clumsily reached for the hem of her shirt, it had unrolled and fallen back down over her stomach. Just as she was about to he grabbed her wrists, stopping her as she peered up at him, confused and startled.
It was then that her eyes watered just a little bit, not that she wasnt an overly emotional person but the alcohol made it even more evident. Her breathing started picking back up but she kept it steady.
No, dont worry Clarke. Trust me, I want that as bad as you do, but I want to have our first time making love together to be when were sober and under a more romantic setting. I want it to be special. I dont want to just have sex. You dont have to do this for me tonight. Instead, Id rather touch you. Correct me if Im wrong, but I think youve never done anything before. As a matter of fact, I would guess that this was your first kiss, too.
Clarke let out a large sigh of relief in a goofy smile, still slightly adverting her eyes at the bark of the tree in the night, the fires at the camp gave off a distant warm glow that flickered, you could see the fire sparks dancing off into the sky. Her chest still falling and rising underneath him, she nodded, feeling ashamed, all she had done was masturbate. That was only a handful of small times.
Thats a good thing, Clarke. Im happy to know that your body is sacred to me. But I also realize that its a big step for you and I want to walk you through everything. You have nothing to feel insecure about. I am right where I want to be and need to be. I never want to have another night, or day, without you in my arms. I dont want to overwhelm you on your first time. The only thing I need right now is for you to trust me and let me do all the work. Besides, we can have just as much fun with our clothes on as we can with them off.
She looked back up at him, to see his eyes, they were dark but alive, lit up not just from being drunk but something much deeper. She had this gorgeous bad ass so to speak wanting to settle down with her, in the back of her mind she was scared maybe this was all an act to get in her pants but he wouldnt have wasted his time, right? Any girl among the prisoners would have slept with him like the others. He pulled her up by her wrist, putting himself in front, her back to his chest as he was on his side. She breathed out licking her lips, tasting his saliva and her own. Bellamy would find that she was moist, moist wasnt even a good description. Not only was everypart of her body sweating from the intoxication and activity from before, her sex was oozing with its own thick nectar. It was cover his fingers as soon as he felt her lips which were swollen.
The alcohol would make their senses a little more heightened. She gasped out pushing harder into his chest, Now, just relax. Kiss me. Close your eyes. Focus on how this feels. Take it slow. Tell me if you get too overwhelmed and I will stop. His voice was sexy but compassionate. She tried to relax and her body slumped down closer to his head as her breath quivered. She felt him gently using his fingers to press on her little nub, rubbing circles, it made her ache and shift against him. She had her head turned back as he was angled over to kiss her, her moans were loud and muffled. The alcohol preventing her from being shy with her vocals. Bellamy would know these sensations were new but he would also know she was extremely fucking aroused because of him. He was almost certain, no girl had ever been this wet, even during partying before, and it would make him smile in the back of his mind, she was adorable and so innocent. It was like if some obsessed fan got to meet the celebrity of their dreams but in this case, it was happening.
She kissed him, trying to focus on his kiss even though the stimulation below felt amazing. She couldnt help slightly moving her body. She would feel him move his fingers lower, exploring her. His hand would be coated in her fluids just from what access he had. She kissed him harder, sucking his tongue before letting go, letting out a soft breath, while gazing weakly into his eyes.
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Bellamy felt himself experiencing sensory overload. However, all of his senses were consumed with Clarke. The loud music, the sweat, the screaming teenagers, and not even the slight breeze blowing through the air had a place in his mind. He tasted Clarkes lips. Though he was unable to explain how her lips tasted, Bellamy recognized something distinct about it. It was sweet and savory, making his mouth water even when they were not kissing. His ears captured her breathing patterns and the moans of course. Consciously, he monitored her breathing and was thankful to hear that so far, she was doing well.
The smell of alcohol was strong but different than other alcoholic smells. No doubt, it had to do with Clarke. He already had an idea of what her scent smelled like and it was combining with the alcohol but it was desirable all the same. The sensation of touch was the most overloading. It felt like every literal inch of his body was touching Clarke in some way, shape, or form. Their legs were touching, his arms were both around her waist and neck. His head was buried in the crook of his neck. His fingers and hand inside of her pants felt the wetness, the throbbing, and the swelling. Each finger felt something different and he wanted to memorize every inch with his touch.
A smile was on his face when his eyes opened, taking in the final sensation of sight. His eyes locked right onto hers and God, her orbs were gorgeous. He noticed how much darker they were compared to earlier and knew his own eyes reflected the same shade. Have two people ever wanted each other more than these two people did right now? Bellamy liked to think not. Next, his eyes traveled to her chest. He watched it rise and fall at a reasonable pace. Bellamy hoped to soon see her entire body but he was taking it slow because that was not the most important thing.
The most important thing to Bellamy was making Clarke feel loved and needed. Bellamy needed her. He needed her more than anything. Being on the ground would not have been nearly as exhilarating without Clarke. Bellamy recognized that now. Only one finger penetrated her swollen sheath. He felt the interior of her lips gripping his finger like a tight vice. Bellamy tried paying close attention to how it felt. Meanwhile, his other hand was able to sneak around her waist and delve inside of her pants. He figured sliding a finger inside of her and rubbing her clit was going to be too much for her to handle. He just wanted his hand nearby so he could switch easily when ready. He was most concerned about taking it slow for her.
Clarke, talk to me. How does this feel?
He wanted to know if he should do something different, if he should change things up, or if he should simply keep this same pace going. After they finished talking, Bellamy started kissing the blonde again. One second not spent kissing Clarke felt like one second wasted. Their lips molded together perfectly again and while Clarke might have been the one he was pleasuring with his hand, Bellamys own sense of euphoria was growing. Clarkes pleasure was his pleasure. Besides, those delectable moans and noises she made against his lips were driving him wild. Furthermore, Bellamy enjoyed seeing that smile on her face. If he was making her happy, then that was all he needed to know or to feel.
His entire body was on fire. It felt like sweat was dripping out of every pore. His fingers were moving at a slow, steady pace but that was the only thing about Bellamy that was steady. In fact, it sounded like he was breathing harder than Clarke. His rush of emotions and happiness was overwhelming and it made him reach a new high since all of this was combined with alcohol. The smile continued to grow and he slid his tongue slowly inside of Clarkes mouth, allowing his tongue to lightly brush against hers. He felt how warm and wet Clarkes tongue felt against his own. They reached an entirely different level of intimacy here and Bellamy loved it. His finger continued slowly thrusting in and out of her tight, wet lips, making sure to make a few circular motions so every inch of her walls were accounted for.
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Clarke kept trying to arch herself harder against Bellamy, even as their lips savored each other. In her mind so many things were going haywire but at the forefront was the overwhelming feelings Bellamy was making her experience. She couldnt believe this was even happening, that love and lust like this even existed. She was born and raised on the ark and though here and there other boys caught sight of her, no one ever caught her attention. Now and then she would see the beauty in everyone she met, every one of those being non-sexual but Clarke never had been attracted to anyone, not like Bellamy. She had the insight to find the good in everything, even bad. She got some of that from her own mother. Though there were always the typical stereotypes, even in her own schooling, she paid it no attention.
His finger penetrated her, when it first did she let out a soft hard noise, her eyes wide locking onto his. Even though she wasnt nearly experiencing what sex would feel like it was a good start, it would sate her for now. Her lower body slightly lifted before toppling back into the ground, her back pressed as hard as it could be against him. Her head arching against the top of his shoulder as his face was smashed into her cheek as his breathing got heavy. She could feel his chest even through his clothes, each rise pressure against her back. It was like constant struggle for them to be closer even though they already were.
Clarke, talk to me. How does this feel?
Clarke huffed out as if trying to hold back more loud sounds, it least in the distance the noise was loud enough it didnt matter. She nodded, or tried to,g-g-goo-good.ughhh,she said as if she was in dire need of something. She tossed her head, looking at him, his hot breaths felt on her face, his gorgeous eyes considering hers.Can I please.have you, she closed her eyes as his finger slowly pushed deeper and she groaned, fluttering her eyes to look at him, please she begged. He would feel her get more ready, she would see him laugh out in a hard breath, it was so erotically hot. He would kiss her, letting his hands do as much as they could.
You can have all of me.Clarke, I promise.He breathed, his own sweat trailing down the sides of his face. She grunted out in this cute desperate voice, her body still struggling. He would make sure his mouth was close to her ears, breathing into it hard, lightly sucking on it.
Im undressing you.your ready for me, as he said the last part his finger would teasingly pull out but cup her whole sex, rubbing it, as if letting her feel how soaking wet she already was.Clarke. He panted, she moaned out just from his husky voice, everything was stimulating her, he wanted it too.Talk to metell me,
Ughhhh,she clenched her eyes as if she might be in pain but it was from pleasure. She roughly breathed out but he would know this was from pleasure, not an attack.I I l-l-love you.she cried out, it was totally random. She was so drunk; she wouldnt really have any filters. The young blonde didnt know how to talk dirty, didnt know how to express how she wanted him to make love to her so badly, but she could only take all the sensory overload and her arousal and desire and put it into the words she could only think of. She would of hated herself if she knew sober she was saying this the first night, but she was to consumed in his essence to care. She would feel his head lean into hers, laughing, maybe possibly crying, she couldnt tell but it was powerfully captivating.
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I love you, too.
Bellamy answered Clarke within a millisecond. He did not hesitate and his voice did not falter. Honestly, the dark-haired male was thinking of those words all night long and this was not just the alcohol talking for him, either. Now, he was going to keep his promise to Clarke, sort of. She was going to get him, just not in the way she imagined.
Still, his hand cupped her wet sex and he rubbed his palm against her slick folds.
Close your eyes, Princess. Focus on the sound of my voice. Imagine me taking your shirt off, slowly. After its gone, I cant help but say how good you look. Your body is just like that of a goddess and it drives me wild. I unclasp your bra and my hand will brush over your breasts. Ill squeeze them both gently at first and then Ill kiss them both, making sure your nipples are nice and hard.
When Bellamy talked about her breasts, he ran his free hand across her chest just to give her some stimulation and sensation there.
With that same free hand, Bellamy guided one of Clarkes to touch his hard, muscular abdomen.
Then, I will let you take off my shirt. You can run your hands across every inch of my chest and my back. Youll probably get wet just thinking about them and seeing the muscles. Youll know that I love you and you are the only girl that is ever going to touch me like this. You are mine as I am yours. After that, Ill start pulling down your pants. I will kiss every inch of skin on the way down from your thigh down to your ankle. Once that is removed, I crawl back on top of you so I can kiss you because I can never go that long without your lips. They make me feel loved and safe. Even in this new world, I feel familiarity.
Promptly, he leaned down for a soft kiss to Clarkes lips. If she ever opened her eyes during this process, he reminded her to keep them closed.
I will slowly take of my pants, too. You could see the bulge in my boxers already. Ill let you touch it and feel me before we do anything else. Youll know that soon, its going to be inside of you, but its more than that. You are the only girl that will ever touch my cock or have my cock. In fact, you can have it whenever you want. All we need is time and a safe spot. I will never deny that from you.
Bellamy inhaled quickly, then exhaled before continuing after another kiss. Now, and throughout the rest of Bellamys speech, he kept rubbing his hand over her wet sex. Sometimes a finger would slip inside of her again, sometimes he would rub the outer layer with his palm.
I will remove your panties next. Imagine my hands on your thighs, spreading them apart. Imagine my lips kissing your clitoris. Imagine my tongue sliding inside of your tight, wet pussy. Youre dripping at this point and begging me for release. But I dont do that yet. I start eating out that sweet pussy of yours. I let all of your sweet nectar pool on my tongue. I make you moan louder than ever before, but I suddenly stop. I finally pull down my boxers and let you see my cock for the first time. I let you explore with your hands, maybe even your lips. Youll feel how hard I am. Youll see me throbbing with need for you. When I think youve had enough, I will be gentle and I will slowly glide inside of your tight pussy and give you what you need. Then, we will make love. My lips will never leave yours. My hands will never leave your body. I will moan your name and I will say that I love you over and over again. I will promise to be yours forever, Clarke. I will give you all of me.He whispered, wrapping it up with showing when he said that she would get him, he meant that more than just a physical sense.
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I love you, too.
She heard him say the words almost immediately after and it was such a shock to hear. She cried out, but he didnt take long to aid her, rubbing her sex while starting to sexually do foreplay verbally.
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Close your eyes, Princess. Focus on the sound of my voice. Imagine me taking your shirt off, slowly. After its gone, I cant help but say how good you look. Your body is just like that of a goddess and it drives me wild. I unclasp your bra and my hand will brush over your breasts. Ill squeeze them both gently at first and then Ill kiss them both, making sure your nipples are nice and hard.
She couldnt help but cry out in hard pants, especially when his hands forcefully ran his hand across her chest, over her t-shirt, by now both of their clothes were dirty and moist from their perspiration. What was even more of a turn on was his other hand guiding her hands across his abs, he put her hand underneath his shirt, to let her feel his actual hot moist skin.
Then, I will let you take off my shirt. You can run your hands across every inch of my chest and my back. Youll probably get wet just thinking about them and seeing the muscles. Youll know that I love you and you are the only girl that is ever going to touch me like this. You are mine as I am yours. After that, Ill start pulling down your pants. I will kiss every inch of skin on the way down from your thigh down to your ankle. Once that is removed, I crawl back on top of you so I can kiss you because I can never go that long without your lips. They make me feel loved and safe. Even in this new world, I feel familiarity.
His voice was one of the sexiest things she could have ever imagined. She had never been so psychically and emotionally attracted to somebody. It wasnt just a crush; it was as if they had both quickly broken through all the barriers of just crushing. She kept her eyes closed, they opened to see him but he kissed her eyes shut making her pant harder. She wanted to flip over and let her body get even closer, he had a pretty good hold on her, she would never be able to overpower him.
I will slowly take of my pants, too. You could see the bulge in my boxers already. Ill let you touch it and feel me before we do anything else. Youll know that soon, its going to be inside of you, but its more than that. You are the only girl that will ever touch my cock or have my cock. In fact, you can have it whenever you want. All we need is time and a safe spot. I will never deny that from you.
Clarke bit her lip, now pressed weakly against him, looking as if she was struggling, the best way to describe it was maybe even labor but Bellamy knew she was feeling good, he adored how no other girl had reacted like this, he loved it. She was his, she was pure and innocent and all her faults made her beautiful to him. His dirty words, even the use of the word cock, pussy, she had never ever heard those words spoken, ever. She got lost in his words, in the fact he was saying she would be the only girl to ever have him in any way and it was a little too much.
I will remove your panties next. Imagine my hands on your thighs, spreading them apart. Imagine my lips kissing your clitoris. Imagine my tongue sliding inside of your tight, wet pussy. Youre dripping at this point and begging me for release. But I dont do that yet. I start eating out that sweet pussy of yours. I let all of your sweet nectar pool on my tongue. I make you moan louder than ever before, but I suddenly stop. I finally pull down my boxers and let you see my cock for the first time. I let you explore with your hands, maybe even your lips. Youll feel how hard I am. Youll see me throbbing with need for you. When I think youve had enough, I will be gentle and I will slowly glide inside of your tight pussy and give you what you need. Then, we will make love. My lips will never leave yours. My hands will never leave your body. I will moan your name and I will say that I love you over and over again. I will promise to be yours forever, Clarke. I will give you all of me.
As he kept talking, as if narrating a story but a seductive romantic one, her body stiffened, her legs clenching together, making his hand stuck, she opened her eyes to see his, her mouth slightly ajar.
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Bellamy was not finished. Actually, he was only getting started. With his soft lips grazing the skin of her cheek, Bellamy continued talking dirty to Clarke while his hand remained over her tight entrance that was dripping with need.
Once I get inside of you, then the real fun starts. My lips never leave yours while we make love. Sometimes I might use my teeth and pull on your lower lip, sometimes I might pin your tongue down underneath mine, or sometimes I might let you win the battle and let you control the kiss. I will keep one hand in between us so I can keep touching your clit and rubbing it in every direction. When you moan, I will kiss you harder. Soon, the only thing that you can hear will be our breathing, the sound of your sweet juices tossing around, and our lips smacking together. My other hand will do different things. I will play with your hair for a while then return it to your chest. Other times, I could slide it under your body and grab your rear and squeeze both of your cheeks. Just imagine my fingers on your flesh, touching every inch of you. I can feel your body heating up and I love it.
The smile grew wider across his face and he watched closely. Something about her changed. Her eyes became much darker than before and she was spasming all throughout. Bellamy knew it only meant one thing and that was that his Princess was approaching her orgasm, her first orgasm given to her by Bellamy Blake. The first of many. Bellamy continued the story, though, right after giving her another kiss. Her breathing was getting too high and too dangerous for his liking so he wanted to calm her back down.
I know this is a lot. I know you might have trouble with it. Whenever you start to panic, whenever you start to struggle with breathing, I want you to just think about how much I love you. I want you to think about how in one day, you made me think there was nobody in this world for me, to making me believe I have found the one girl I needed all along. I want you to think about how I would do anything in this world for you, if it meant keeping you happy. Think about me. Think about us. We can have a long life down here on the ground. The world is ours, Clarke. Its you and me, together.
This seemed to work because the blonde was starting to calm down, visualizing their future together. Hell, she already said that she loved him so she thought about marriage. She knew how her mother and father loved one another and how marriage was always seen as a wonderful thing to Clarke when she grew up. She wanted Bellamy to look at her the same way that her father looked at her mother and she was already seeing that, even now.
Thats good. Youre okay. Im right here. Youre safe. By now, youre getting ready to cum. You feel a pit in your stomach, you feel your extremities on fire and burning. You know that you cant hold on much longer. My cock is so deep inside of you, much deeper than you ever thought was possible. The pain of it being your first time does not even matter. You are just so overwhelmed that you are moaning again and again. But you need a little more help so I lean into your ear and I moan your name. I moan it with a voice full of ecstasy and love. I moan your name like I am begging for you to never leave because I could not live without you. After I do that, then you feel your orgasm hit and you soak my crotch with your juices as you ride out the feeling with me still kissing you.
When he finished, Bellamy decided to give an example. With his lips onto hers, his tongue slipped deep into her mouth before he paused.
Clarke He moaned. Clarke
They were laced with passion and love. He was calling out for her, moaning her name because he loved her and needed her. His grip around her tightened like he told her, begging for her to never leave his arms.
Clarke I love you.
He moaned yet again, still kissing her and rubbing her. His voice was thick and deep. It rumbled from his throat but it was still so clear and the laced emotion was easy to hear. Never had someone been so infatuated before. Finally, in her fantasy and in reality, Clarke felt the first orgasm she received from Bellamy reach right after he moaned her name.
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Clarke couldnt hold out any longer. She couldnt take how overwhelming romantic and erotic Bellamy could be. She was almost positive he had never talked to any other girl the way he had, she just knew it in her gut and that made it so much more better. She started trembling and he knew she was close to having her first of many orgasms with her, he promised never to deny her if the moment was right. She had never had sex, but this was the closest thing and it was amazing, she wanted to make love to him as much as she possibly could. As he moaned her name she gasped out, loudly, very loudly, she couldnt help it. His voice, right in her ear, she couldnt handle it. How he was this way because of her. Then he moaned again, finishing with those three words making her fall so deep in waves of pleasure, he made sure his fingers were as far inside her, to feel her contracting and squirting. He would laugh as she did so, loving it, loving her.
He laughed, crushing his lips to her mouth, giving her a way to scream without it being too obvious. Her moans were muffled, as her body got limb he pulled back, she opened her eyes admiring him, in ecstasy still. She was afraid he wasnt real, that this was some perfect dream of her first night back on earth. She weakly let her hand cup his neck. She was still slowly having her waves of pleasure linger, he didnt move his hand, gently, barely brushing her clit, as she slowly exhaled.
Yours. Was the only word she said but it must have said a thousand as her hand slid over his moist shirt to his chest, over his left peck where his heart would be.
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Bellamy felt his heart skip at least three beats when Clarke said that one word and placed her hand over his heart. It was only right for him to do the same thing. Bellamy took his own hand, placing it over Clarkes chest where her heart was located. He took it a step further though. He even leaned down and kissed where her heart was located, holding it for a number of seconds.
Yours.
That was it and Bellamy pulled back from her chest. His hand was dripping wet with her sweet nectar but he was not about to leave and clean it off. Instead, he decided to take his fingers and slowly lick them clean in front of Clarkes face. Not only did her juices taste good, but it was another act of love. He found nothing distasteful about the blonde girl.
I had so much fun tonight, Clarke. I hope you did, too. Just know that our fun will continue growing after tonight.Bellamy promised, deciding to give her one final goodnight kiss on the lips. When that was settled, Bellamy turned so they were facing one another. His left arm was underneath her head, supporting it like a pillow. His right arm draped over Clarkes waist, his hand resting in the crevice of her back, pulling her close. The last thing Bellamy remembered was seeing Clarkes smile before closing his eyes and slowly drifting asleep.
Throughout his life his nights have been plagued with nightmares. They were nightmares of losing Octavia, of being floated, and of his mother after Octavia was found. But tonight, things were different. He saw Clarke and he felt Clarke. They kissed, they held hands, they walked through the greenest meadow Earth had to offer. There was no shortage of oxygen and no oppressive governing council. There was nothing to ruin their perfect life together. Marriage. Happiness. They were together and they were inseparable. They conquered the Earth together and built a substantial living place for everyone that landed with them. It was easily the most peaceful, most happy dream that Bellamy ever experienced. What made it even better/ Well, whenever he woke up, the girl was still going to be in his arms. Nothing was changing from one night to the next morning.
Well, he was not woken up to the most pleasant of things.
Bellamy, what the hell!A young, female voice croaked.
Bellamy opened his eye with a massive headache and groaned, seeing Octavia in the light, hovering over them.
What are you doing with Clarke Griffin? You know shes the daughter of Abby Griffin, a council member. Her mother is one of the reasons that I was arrested, that Mom was floated!
Bellamy frowned slightly and protectively hugged Clarke.
Octavia please, dont.
Whatever, Bell. She rolled her eyes and walked away.
Dont worry, Clarke. Shell come around. This doesnt change anything but you look like you have one hell of a hangover.Bellamy mused quietly into Clarkes ear. It was not quite sunrise yet. They had some more time and they were both hungover. Besides, Bellamy loved how Clarke felt against his body and did not want that to end.
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Clarke was still wading through the fading waves of her orgasm. Her word only received back the same response. Bellamy let his free hand go to her heart and nodded, but he took it further leaned down kissing it, it didnt matter she had her shirt on, it still meant the word as he repeated it looking at her slowly. Yours. He pulled back, slowly removing his hand from her pants. It was covered, he leaned back on his back legs, licking up every bit. Clarke just watched him in a daze, smiling, almost still embarrassed but it was cute. Most of the time after any sexual act people would go clean up, with the flings Bellamy did that was the case unless he passed out, but not yet, thats not how this would go, not with her.she deserved so much.
I had so much fun tonight, Clarke. I hope you did, too. Just know that our fun will continue growing after tonight.The smile he gave was breathtaking, she was still trying to catch back her normal breathing. She nodded just before he gave her one last passionate kiss, this was more passionate and tender than it was lustful. Bellamy turned her to face him and gave her his arm to sleep on, keeping her face near. His hand draped over her waist. Clarke had already fallen asleep from over exertion and the alcohol.
As the early morning turned into later, the party died down. The music stopped, the fires burnt out and everyone was passed out somewhere either alone, or with another person or several. The sun was just starting to peak out. Bellamy would have the perfect dream, of them both together, of everything being the ideal fairy tale down here. It wouldnt be too far from it but it would be at a cost, sacrifices would be made to make him dreams come true. Clarke wouldnt necessarily dream as Bellamy did, she just had different visions and memories, all leading somehow to this new light, him.
Bellamy, what the hell!
Octavia hadnt even gone to sleep; she had spent the night making out with quite a few people and just a little more but was smart enough to get away before she did anything she and her brother would regret. She was young, gorgeous, but she was smart and wasnt like the other young girls that just wanted to waste their time. Not that she didnt party but not to the extent Bellamy probably feared. She stumbled, tired through the campgrounds trying to find her brother. She wanted to talk to him, she had a feeling she would see him with an assortment of women. She didnt mind, that was also because she had never expected him to settle down. That was how he was, he had other priorities and it always involved her safety. She found him curled up with Clarke Griffin and it blew her mind, she was hurt. She wanted to smack him but just yelled.
What are you doing with Clarke Griffin? You know shes the daughter of Abby Griffin, a council member. Her mother is one of the reasons that I was arrested, that Mom was floated!
Her brother stirred and he would already sense in his slowly waking mind what was happening, his younger sibling was freaking out. He was happy she was alright and had found him regardless. He was worried about Clarke, who had a hard time opening her eyes but managed too, she heard Octavia, her stomach got that bad gut feeling, which made her feel sick. Clarke didnt even have time to think as Bellamy pulled her against him, cradling her in a warm strong hug. Her head buried into the crook of his neck. She heard him beg her not to start. Octavia rolled her eyes, clearly pissed and hurt.
Whatever, Bell. Fucking bullshit!!!She cried in a yell and rolled her eyes, walking away. Clarke breathed out, and she felt Bellamy messaging her back, felt him kiss her head. Everything to keep her relaxed and from freaking out. It worked as he felt her tense body melt into his. She looked up at Bellamy, her eyes red. Her head felt funny, it didnt pound but she was lightheaded, her body now cold. She shivered and felt Bellamy comment on what happened, noting her condition with a cute muse. He put his warm arms underneath her shirt, locking his arms around her, half pulling her onto him in a bear hug, letting her sleep on his chest. He was so warm, so comforting, she was already fading back to sleep and he knew it. He would be thankful he brought her so much security.
Hours later, it least by three or four Clarke woke up. Bellamy was still asleep, or half asleep as he looked down knowing she was waking up. They were still in each others arms, but now Bellamy back was propped against the big tree, with her in his lap hoisted up so her head was still buried into his neck. He switched positioned an hour or so earlier to let her get better sleep off the ground, to keep her head leveled.
Morning princess.She felt him once again, his lips kiss her forehead, his lips lingered. She made noises and adjusted herself, but it only put her against him even more which made him smirk. Her head felt funny, her stomach empty. She could hear the rustling of others back at the campground but the best thing was the sounds of nature. A cool breeze blew, but the sky above the canopy was a weird stormy gray. The air was sweet as the winds was picking up. It was possibly going to storm which was making the temperature go higher. It was beautiful.
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If someone were to tell Bellamy two days ago that today, he would wake up on the ground with the love of his life, Clarke Griffin, in his arms, he would laugh. Both of those things seemed impossible. All their life, their teachers and adults have told the children of the Ark that it was going to be another one hundred years before Earth was habitable again. They had no reason to believe different. There were people on the Ark that actually monitored the Earth from above, hoping one day things would clear. It had been that way since the beginning of the nuclear apocalypse. Desperate time called for desperate measures because within three months or maybe even less, everyone on board the Ark was going to die because of lack of oxygen. There was no choice but to see if Earth was survivable again. These delinquents here did not know that, though. Actually, the only two people that knew of the Arks condition was Clarke, since her father discovered it, and Bellamy since they were talking about everything last night. It did not seem that important now, but Bellamy felt for Clarke. He had everyone he needed down on Earth. Her mother was still in space. As much as he feared what would happen if the Ark landed, he wanted Clarke and her mother to reunite, even if it meant his demise. If this did happen, something told Bellamy that Clarke was not going to let him go that easily.
When the couple both had opened their eyes, Bellamy allowed himself to stare deeper into her orbs. Again, the time had stopped and his headache subsided for the time being. Love was radiating from Bellamy and his large smile showed exactly what he was feeling. He figured it was a good idea to start their morning with a kiss, so he leaned forward and found the familiar touch of the girls lips.
Wow can you believe it? Our first morning on the ground. We made it through the night. Thats a good start, right? Bellamy whispered, still holding Clarke in his arms against her chest. Their bodies were so close together and Bellamy was enjoying the closeness. Regardless of what Octavia thought, Bellamy knew what he wanted. She would get over it when she realized how good Clarke was for him. Others in the group were confused, too. Nobody saw Bellamy as the kind to settle down, much less with a daughter from the Council. Now, it was not her fault but people already did hate Clarke because of that. She had no control over it, but these juveniles did not care. Nobody got it as bad as Wells Jaha though. His father was the main guy, the Chancellor. Talk about hate, some people literally wanted to kill Wells. Bellamy and Clarke were unaware at this time, but tension had been growing this morning between small groups of people.
I guess we should probably get up and get going. Or at least stand up for a while. I havent set up a tent, yet. You could help me.Bellamy offered, seeing how Clarkes face showed she wanted that but she was also hungover. It was actually pretty damn cute and Bellamy placed a hand onto her shoulder.
Dont worry. This feeling will pass tomorrow or the next day. This is your first hangover. We dont have nearly enough alcohol to do that again. You will be alright.The dark-haired male stood tall before pulling Clarke to stand. Whenever she was oriented, the couple began walking back towards camp. When they reached the location, Clarke felt eyes on her because this was the big story going through camp right now. It made her reach for Bellamys hand for comfort and he happily accepted. Inside the drop ship, Bellamy found a large, dark blue tent. He directed Clarke to find them a couple sleeping bags and pillows as that was all they really needed for inside their tent. Bellamy found a spot about ten yards in front of the drop ship. It was not exactly in the center of the camp but it was not in the far corner, either. Bellamy wanted a place where he could hear mostly everything and keep an eye out.
Together, the pair took the stakes and hammered them into the ground wherever it was needed. In no time at all, their tent was fixed and the couple crawled inside together, placing down sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows.
Well, its not exactly a big place like we might have on the Ark.Even though the rooms in the Ark were considered small compared to the old time traditions of apartments and houses, the rooms in the Ark were considered huge and lavish by everyone.
But it is ours.
Bellamy emphasized the last word, reaching a hand down, placing their palms together with a smile. Bellamy showed that he wanted to share this tent with Clarke and wanted them to essentially live together. Clearly, the young man had no intentions of finding anyone else. Clarke was truly the girl he wanted to be with and the girl that he loved even with only knowing her one day. It might sound crazy to others but nobody else needed to understand them.
How are you feeling now? Still have a headache? Feel sick?
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Wow can you believe it? Our first morning on the ground. We made it through the night. Thats a good start, right?
Clarke stayed wrapped in his arms, hiding in his embrace, she nodded letting out a faint adorable smile. He would be able to see it if he slightly gazed down. They stayed like this for minutes before Bellamy suggested they head back to camp to set up a tent. At this point she didnt assumed he meant to share one with her. It was only logical to set up tents. Make sure the other prisoners were using the best of what supplies they had left until they headed for more supplies. Which Clarke had wanted to do yesterday but everything had drastically changed. She would have never thought on the Ark she would have such an attraction to somebody. She would have never thought anybody would have attraction back, would want her that badly. She was always independent, she had freaked out from the adventure of being sent to earth, they could have all been dead before even landing. She could so closely visualize yesterday, could see his sister throwing her hands up and everyone running out cheering. Could mentally feel her fascination and disbelief, she could see herself running and when she was caught my Bellamy. She could still feel the hard impact of her body crushing to his, meeting his eyes.
I guess we should probably get up and get going. Or at least stand up for a while. I havent set up a tent, yet. You could help me.
Bellamy had laughed out, this beautiful grin at knowing how hung over she was. She was pulled to her feet by his arms. It took him no effort to life her body. He told her she wouldnt be hung over; it be better after today and they didnt have enough alcohol to do it again. She nodded, as her head kept spinning. She took in deep breaths of the morning air of the green forest. As they made their way back to camp slowly, she let her hand intertwine with his. Going back to camp wasnt the greatest, not everyone was awake but the ones that were, all eyes and ears were on them. Some would give smiles, while others looked disgusted. They made their way back to the drop ship. She was half paying attention, half in her own mind. Bellamy handed her supplies and chose a place not too far from the dropship to set up a tent. Clarke had manage to help him put it together but he did almost all of the work.
They placed down sleeping bags, blankets and pillows. It didnt look too shabby; it wasnt luxury but it was better than sleeping out in the open. The tents were made to handle severe weather and had insulation. Once they had put the blankets down, Clarke would be making everything as neat and tidy as it could be, some ticks Bellamy would smile at. She sat Indian style, could tell from the way she moved, she felt sickly and was suffering from her body trying to detox. Who knows how many bottles of beer she had downed from last night. He started talking about the tent, how it wasnt spacious but his comment made her look up, with those gorgeous confused eyes. Even her hung-over eyes were something he could get lost in, as if he falling into them.
But it is ours.
His placed their palms together inside of the tent and Clarke shyly looked away, gulping and let out a cute weird smile. She had remembered so much from last night, she heard the stories of when you got drunk you lost your memory, wasnt the case as secretly things replayed in the forefront of her mind. She stayed quiet as usual but felt him squeeze her hands in his and leaned forward to kiss the side of her forehead on her temple.
How are you feeling now? Still have a headache? Feel sick?
She laughed out grabbing her head nodding, sighing. Bellamy gave her shoulder a tight squeeze with one hand as he pushed up and left the tent unzipped letting her have the fresh cool air blow in, it cool and strong. She could feel moisture in the air, could hear the leaves sway with it, she could hyper focus on the little details of the beauty of it even while feeling nauseated. It didnt seem long before he returned with a crate of items. He handed her a little air sealed packet of what was medicine, a pain reliever. She opened it and popped the pills in her mouth as he gave her a fresh bottle of water. She took a few large sips nodding. He also handed her what was food given by the ark, but it was packaged to not expire. It was a breakfast bar of some sort, with all sorts of nutrients to be a full meal. She tore a piece off chewing it.
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Bellamy gathered his own breakfast bar. It was blueberry flavored and considered a granola bar. The protein was enhanced for more energy. Something Bellamy needed to do was ensure that the food was rationed fairly. God only knew how many people would steal from the food ration, not caring about everyone else. His head was not quite feeling up to facing that problem yet, though. Instead, he bit into the food and slowly chewed his bite, savoring the taste because the bar was not so big and they had a limited supply. His own bottle of water was opened and he sipped on it slowly, the taste of alcohol still fresh in his mouth. The next few minutes passed in silence between Bellamy and Clarke, but he thought it was a comfortable silence and it was not awkward at all. The noise of a few delinquents rumbling around outside the tent was heard though most everyone was too hungover to do much of anything today. Probably over half the camp remained asleep even deep into the afternoon. The thought made Bellamy grin to himself but it did not last as he returned his gaze onto Clarke once his bar had been finished and the water was consumed.
The fresh air was relieving and Bellamy took a deep breath. It was nice not breathing the oxygen from the Ark. Something about the ground just smelled fresh and taste pure despite the simmering levels of radiation. The map from the Ark gave them an approximation of the most heavily radiated zones that were still on land. Bellamy hoped everything was going to last and none of the radiation spread. It was dangerous inhabiting a world after a nuclear apocalypse no matter how long it had been. They would have loved to wait another hundred years but for the sake of humans survival, they had to act.
Bellamy watched the blonde with curious eyes and even when she turned to look at him, Bellamy did not hide that he was staring at her. Reaching down for her hand again, Bellamy pressed her palm to his lips. Then, he kissed along her wrist and down the bottom part of her forearm all the way to the crevice of her elbow. His lips traveled further along, upwards on her shoulder to the girls collarbone. When his lips arrived to her throat, Bellamy allowed his warm mouth to leave a small love bite on Clarkes neck, wanting everyone to know that she belonged to him. His lips trailed upwards once again towards her cheek and her chin before reaching his final destination of her lips.
Ah, yes. Those sweet lips. Bellamy closed his eyes immediately upon making contact. They just tasted so damn good and it felt so damn right. His heart was beating loudly, threatening to jump out of his chest. Even from minimal contact and kissing, Bellamy felt his heart growing purer with love because of Clarke. His hands now both became wrapped up with her smaller ones but even then, it felt like Bellamy could not get close enough with the girl that he loved. By far, love was the best emotion he ever experienced. Last night was the most fun he had ever had, even over a fun one-night stand. There was such a difference with being with a girl for one night or wanting to be with her forever and Clarke showed that to him. Basically, Bellamy would rather be alone than be without Clarke. No girl would ever replace her no matter what. After pulling back from the kiss, his hands started tugging her towards the exit of the tent.
I think some fresh air will do us well.
Plus, Bellamy had an idea to look at that map from the Ark and get started on some things. They might not travel anywhere today but they could plan for tomorrow. However, his sister and other girls from the camp saw Bellamy and Clarke leaving the tent together. These same girls from last night, particularly Vanessa, had recruited Octavias help to see what the hell was going on. Bellamy was smiling when Octavia approached but he let that fade away because she did not look happy.
Bellamy can I talk to you? Alone.
The last word was directed right at Clarke and made him frown. Clarke simply said she would wait for him in the drop ship and allowed the siblings to be alone. When Clarke was out of earshot, Octavia let him have it.
Bellamy, what is wrong with you? Out of all the girls here, why her? Just move on. You had your fun. I get it. Shes a nice looking girl but there are others. Plus, Vanessa really wants to get to know you. Shes a nice girl, Bell. Youd like her.
Bellamy frowned slowly and placed his hands onto her shoulders.
Octavia, please. Stop this. At least I didnt fucking dance half naked in front of everyone last night and make out with everyone that came down with us.
Octavia was furious right now and glared at Bellamy but did not say anything.
Besides, Clarke shes a special girl. Im in love, Octavia. Im happy. Ive never felt that way with a girl before.
Octavia looked so dumbfounded that he said the l word after one night. That had to be the alcohol talking but Bellamy knew it was not.
Look, just tell Vanessa that I dont want any trouble and I dont mean any harm. Im sure shes a nice girl but she will stay away from myself and especially from Clarke. She can find someone else. Now if youll excuse me, Clarke is waiting for me.
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Even though they had shared a sensually hot night partying and being romantic. Every time he touched her it felt like the first. Her adrenaline would kick in. Right now, her chest felt tight, that funny feeling you gut with butterflies was in her chest. He had started staring at her. He wasnt smiling, just a normal face as he bluntly showed admiring her. She felt shy against his dark intense eyes and breathed out stretching out trying to loosen her muscles. He took her outstretched hand and kissed her palm, she just smiled with raised eyes. until he trailed kisses on her arm, her breathing stayed steady but was heavier. He let his lips travel up her arm, moving her t-shirt sleeve both ways, she let out a soft noise closing her eyes when he got to her collarbone. He had to of known the affect he had on her. Maybe he was conceited, maybe not but he was experienced and he knew Clarke wanted him, no one had ever rejected him. Clarke was different, he was damn happy she didnt reject him, but she wasnt like other girls.
After he finished with the kiss he tugged her towards the exit, though she was trying to catch her breath, and felt dizzy. She took in large inhales of the sweet moist air, enjoying the actual air. That was until Octavia was walking towards them but she looked pissed, you could see it in your young eyes, she almost had his eyes. She was a very beautiful girl. Clarke felt horrible about her life on the Ark. She wanted to speak to Bellamy alone and he looked like he was going to argue but Clarke just told him to go, she wasnt about to interfere with family. Clarke walked a little way off, taking in all the scenery. It was like so many dreams or visions she had but so much better, almost unrealistic.
Meanwhile Octavia was thrown a curve ball. She didnt understand what her brother was saying. He had been with quite a few girls and to just settle over night the first night in earth for one girl, the girl who wasnt the loudest or sexiest? She didnt say anything observing her brother. He started to leave but she darted in front of him being persistent.
How damn hung over are you. really Bellamy? She said with that tone that would let him know how upset and pissed she was, almost even jealous or hurt. He gave her an annoyed looked, dodged and kept walking heading back towards Clarke.
Keep close, stay out of trouble.He warned, not even looking at her, this made her fue silently, she rolled her eyes throwing her hands up and stormed off again. She made sure to pace fast and was a few yards away from Clarke as she was examining the plant life. Her stomping through the underbrush made Clarke look up to see her. Bellamy was closing in from another direction.
Octavia. He said, his voice showing irritation, almost a paternal tone. Octavia ignored him and shared eyes with the girl who had supposedly stolen her brothers heart.
Your not his type She laughed out, almost confused and kept walking, leaving Clarke crouched on one knee, she was holding some roots, but looked a little stunned.
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Bellamy crouched beside of Clarke while inspecting the same plant life. The outburst from Octavia was not something he could ignore. Judging by the look in Clarkes eyes, she needed his reassurance. Bellamy was eager to offer his affection, keeping the fact that he loved her fresh in Clarkes mind. Their hands touched again and he raised the back of her hand to his lips.
Clarke, I am so sorry that Octavia has said these things to you. Im sorry about what she did last night and about what she just did. I will talk to her, I promise. I want you to know something, though. No matter what she says, I love you. You are my type, by the way. Shes just having a hard time adjusting, I think. I would rather be alone than be without you, Clarke. I need you. I need you by my side and nothing is changing that. I meant it when I said I love you last night. I do. You have my heart and you have made me the happiest man in the world. Were in this together.
Unsure of anything else he could do to convince Clarke that Octavia was wrong, he leaned forward for a kiss. This kiss was not sloppy or hungry. Rather, the kiss was romantic and gentle in nature, just two lovers pressing their lips together and forgetting about everything else. Every kiss was sweet and Bellamy savored each second. When their lips were not touching, he craved for her taste again and needed to be close. She had no idea just how much of an impact she made in his life. Words alone did not do the girl justice.
Standing up together, Bellamy did not hold her hand. He went one step further. He draped his right arm around her shoulders, showing nothing but pride to be seen with Clarke. If he truly did not love her, he would avoid her and pretend she did not exist when others around. It was the opposite. He wanted everyone to know that Clarke Griffin was his and vice versa. Their love was going to outlast any hardship they faced and he knew it.
Together, as a team, they looked at the map. They had some discussion but Clarke was skilled with reading maps. They walked to the side of the dropship and checked out the terrain only to find that they were dropped onto the wrong mountain.
It could have happened when we hit the atmosphere. The rockets didnt fire. We landed twenty miles off our intended drop zone.
Bellamy chewed on his lower lip and furrowed his eyebrows together in thought. Clarke was quick to point out a radiation-soaked forest in between the drop ship and Mount Weather. They would have to plot an alternate route to find the supplies but not today. It was a two-day trip anyways and there were only a few hours of sunlight left. They could get going in the morning.
After they had a plan for Mount Weather, Bellamy stuffed the map into his back pocket and took a seat onto one of the chairs before pulling Clarke down with him. This was some alone time he wanted since nobody else was in the drop ship.
I want to give you something. He murmured softly, reaching into his pocket and pulled out a bracelet.
My mom gave this to me years ago, before she really lost her mind. Id like you to have it. Even if Im not around you, youll always have a piece of me.Bellamy was disappointed that was the best gift he had to offer now but he thought it was a cute idea. Primarily, she might need something to remember him by if worse came to worse when the Ark landed but he did not plan on going anywhere by choice. He just simply thought she might like this necklace.Can I put it on for you?
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Clarke looked up at Bellamy as soon as he started talking. It had been less than twenty-four hours that they had been together and she still couldnt understand what was fully happening. In the back of her mind she didnt understand why Bellamy wanted her that bad but he was honest, open and sincere. Plus, if he was dealing with his sister who he had protected all his life and managing with her, wasnt that proof? Then he kept talking and her mind would try to focus on specific words or fragments. I love you, you are my type? Was she? You have my heart.Clarkes grayish blue eyes peered into his dark ones. Then she had a strong flash back of when they were being semi intimate, she had said she loved him and he said it right back. They hadnt known each other a day then. She was quiet. While they were still crouched on the ground, he leaned in and kissed her, it was long, sweet and she savored his lips. She shyly smiled and he pulled her up and draped an arm around her shoulder pulling her into him, she laughed out looking as beautiful as the nature surrounding them.
They headed back to the drop ship as the others had abandoned it, although there wasnt a whole lot left inside besides the malfunctioning machinery and left over pod seats. They discussed what the next course of plan was and Clarke was quick to point out where they needed to go and where the radiation was. Right not it was between them and their destination for supplies. Clarke wanted to start the journey today but Bellamy encouraged them to wait another day so she and everyone else had their head cleared and bodies had detoxed. Clarke had easily given in on that argument because of how badly her head throbbed and her stomach felt. It was awful.
Bellamy had sit down beside Clarke in one of the seats they had been restrained to. Clarke was observing the abandon ship when Belamy pulled something out of his pocket.It was a watch. As Clarke observed it wasnt just any watch, it wasnt made on the Ark. It had to been made when Earth was at its apex of technological progress. Maybe in the twenty first century even. Bellamy delicately took her wrist, letting his hands fastened it around, making it tight but not too tight.
It hasnt run in years.my Dad actually got it going before Octavia was born when my mother was pregnant. It stopped and from then on I was always too busy to mess with it. He said, seeming a little concerned with what she thought. It may have looked like an old trinket that wasnt worth anything but back then it was worth thousands. It wasa gorgeous astronomical watch, it had the solar systems older kids use to make in school in the form of a beautiful watch. When in working condition, it makes telling regular time easy and whimsical, using a shooting star on the outermost face, in addition to the rotating planets, the lucky day feature added another layer of luxury, use the bezel to select any special day of the year to be your lucky day, and the earth will fall under the painted star on the watch crustal on the day every year. The watch showed both numerical time and rotation of five planets, each planet represented by a precious stone which rotate around the sun, a stone in the center in the actual time it takes for rotation.
It was breathtaking and Clarke almost wondered immediately why he hadnt given this to Octavia, especially with the circumstances.Its. gorgeous..its from earth long ago. She said looking out the open door to the forest of the same planet, everything seemed completely surreal. Shouldnt Octavia have this.I meanShe got quiet, her eyes lit up admiring it. He would be surprised to see she seemed fascinated by its stunning beauty.
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Bellamy chuckled quietly when Clarke suggested this watch should have been given to Octavia. What she said made sense, but that was not true. Bellamy shook his head, grabbing the girls hand that the wristwatch was wrapped around her wrists and pressed a sweet kiss onto the palm of her hand.
Its not like that. I have given Octavia hundreds of gifts in her life whether it was old trinkets passed down in our family or something I bought. I am not creative like you. I cant draw and I suck at making things with my hands. I had that on me and I really wanted to give you something. I know that might be cheesy but I thought it was a fun idea. I hope you like it.
Bellamy was worried she talked about giving it to Octavia because she did not like it. However, she quickly assured him that was not the case. She did love it and that made Bellamy happy. Plus, it was the thought that counted, right? He wanted Clarke to have something of him. If he had to go on a supply run or a hunt and Clarke had to stay back with some patients, she could see that watch and feel some peace. Those situations seemed perfect to have something from him. If worse came to worse and Bellamy was executed when the Ark landed, then she would have something after he was gone to remember him by other than only memories. After this was made clear, Bellamy removed his lips from her hand but continued holding it against his own. They did have something they needed to talk about. Last night was one hell of a ride. Bellamy hoped she remembered as much as he did and they could have a coherent conversation about what they did and what they said the previous night.
Last night was fun. I just wanted you to know a few things. We did too much to not at least acknowledge it today. As always, I am going to talk from the heart and talk sincerely to you.
Bellamy whispered softly, his free hand stroking through her long, blonde hair. His fingers massaged her scalp and he leaned their foreheads together, nuzzling their noses, too. Bellamy could not get enough of Clarke. Her voice, her touch, and her smile was his entire world.
I want you to know that everything I said, it was true. I truly love you and I truly see a future with you, Clarke. I have been happier in these past twenty-four hours than I have in my entire life. You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world. I never knew what to expect when I got onto the drop ship. I did not have a plan until I saw you and we started talking. Youre an incredible girl and I will never let anything tear us apart. I care so deeply for you.
Bellamy smiled sweetly at the blonde girl, deciding to press one more kiss onto her lips. After the kiss ended, Bellamy pulled back and his eyes glanced over her lips again. It was like they were begging him for another kiss so how could he not? Yet again, Bellamy pressed another kiss onto Clarkes lips. The feeling of her lips and knowing that he was kissing the girl he loved made him happy. It would not have given him the same effect if this were just some random girl. Clarke was special and Bellamy loved her so much.
Talk to me, Clarke. I want you to feel open with me. You can say anything you want and I will not judge you nor will I get discouraged with you talking or asking questions. I know this is new for you and all I want to do is make you happy and make you comfortable.Bellamy murmured, finally releasing her hair, having stroked it for the last five minutes. He lost track of time when he played with her hair, he loved feeling the soft strands against his fingers.
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Talk to me, Clarke. I want you to feel open with me. You can say anything you want and I will not judge you nor will I get discouraged with you talking or asking questions. I know this is new for you and all I want to do is make you happy and make you comfortable.
Clarke looked up at Bellamy smiling, tasting her lips. His saliva was thick and she could taste him. She had never been intimate with anybody before on the Ark, not even one play kiss when she was little. She was always on guard, always the good child, didnt defy until her family was involved. She let her left hand hold her right wrist admiring the broken watch, it was still memorizing, like the art she would have drawn and in her own mind for a few seconds she envisioned the most beautiful piece of art of the old solar system taught to the children on earth. She always had this buried obsession with what life was life before the nuclear apocalypse. Last night despite the situation had been perfect, even if Bellamy hadnt wanted her for more than just a one night stand. he did. He kept her calm and made her loosen up and have fun, like all the kids might have experienced if they lived normal lives in the twenty first century or before.
Im so overwhelmed I dont know what to say, she breathed out with an adorable shy grin,everything seems so unreal, for us to be down here. When I ran into you.I didnt even know where I was going or what was happening. Then you caught me. She let out another small breath and he would be able to tell it was very intense.You said Im your type.but, she laughed shrugging,dont think I really am but I can see how your somehow unconditionally,she gulped as he moved closer purposely as she spoke,in love..he finished not giving her a chance to continue talking. She kissed him and couldnt help letting out a muffled noise, she felt her lower parts ache and this was completely new. He kissed her harder, pulling away grinning. He knew she was aroused, so many of her bodys reactions would tell him. You do this to all your girls..she said sarcastically eyeing him with a glint in her eye. He bit his lip, kissing her forehead. Just you princess..your stuck with me,he said suddenly biting on the other side of her neck, making her yelp and crush into his front, all she could do was clutch onto him. Her neck was a weak spot and he had figured that out last night. He sucked and traveled all the way up to her ear, leaving hickies now visible on both sides of her neck.
Someone walked into the ship, a kid with greasy slick oily hair and a pale face. He interrupted them but Bellamy didnt pull away, making the situation awkward, but just looked at him. The kid just nodded and Bellamy nodded back, the kid smirked at the both and left. Clarke breathed out, her chest rising and falling as she sunk into Bellamy.
Not shy are you.She got out.
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I wouldnt consider myself shy. I think Im the outgoing type. It doesnt matter, though. My personality has nothing to do with it. I just simply enjoy showing off that the most beautiful girl in the entire world is mine.
Again, Bellamy tried to flatter and compliment Clarke. It truly had nothing to do with him not being shy. He just felt so much love for her that it felt like a crime against himself if he was not touching her or kissing her. Plus, she always seemed to enjoy these touches and kisses and that trend continued. Even when somebody saw them or tried to talk with Bellamy, he was not pulling back. He knew in some relationships, some guys liked to make their girl jealous by flirting with other girls. Well, Bellamy liked making the others jealous because Clarke had him and they did not. Even with Clarkes shy demeanor, he figured every human would enjoy being shown off so proudly. If Clarke never said she did not like it, then Bellamy would never stop showing her off. He was proud to be in love with her.
Taking her hand, he nodded towards the doorway. They had spent the past few hours talking and working on the map to Mount Weather though he hoped to convince Clarke to not go. Let the others do something while the stayed back at camp. There were so many jobs to do anyways. But that was a topic for tomorrow. He figured they both could use some rest so he started leading the love of his life towards their tent. Ah. Their tent. Owning it with Clarke was so fulfilling. It felt like a step in the right direction. He would never sleep alone at night again if Clarke was nearby. He missed the feeling of her in his arms despite still holding her hand. It just felt like it was impossible to get close enough to this wonderful girl.
They reached the tent and slipped inside before Bellamy zipped up the entrance. His dark brown eyes turned towards Clarke again and he smiled. His pupils dilated and he looked starstruck. He looked at Clarke just like he had seen the most valuable, beautiful thing in the world. He looked at Clarke like she was the most important thing to him in the entire world. Well, she was all of those things.
I know Ive told you a few times already but I think you should hear that I love you.Bellamy teased again, pushing her down onto her back. He had a plan for tonight on what they would do but he was not in a rush. Instead, he let both hands rest inside of her shirt, slowly stroking the girls abdomen while his lips became busy with hers again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the marks on Clarkes neck and smiled. He loved marking her. It was not so much as an animalistic thing to do as it was romantic in his mind. Everyone could see that Clarke was taken. Somebody loved her very much and vice versa. The only lips to ever touch her beautiful skin was Bellamys.
By the way you were so hot last night. I cant stop thinking about the way you moan
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They both headed back to the tent after they had conversed over what was to come the next day. Clarke was the first to crawl inside sitting down comfortably as he zipped it back up, he left one layer open, the screen so fresh cool air could blow in. Clarke sat there blowing her bangs out of her face. She needed a shower and she knew that wasnt going to happen, she also missed the basic clothing she got as being a prisoner. She kept her thoughts to herself as she caught him looking at her. It caught her off guard. He looked memorized and she had to look around the tent making him laugh before he pushed her down, holding her to make sure her impact was light as a feather, cradling her head. He let both of his rough coursed hands slide underneath her shirt across her abs, his hands were burning up as his lips caught hers.
By the way you were so hot last night. I cant stop thinking about the way you moan
He removed his hands hoisting himself to hover over her. She was captivated by his presence, his breathing, his dark gorgeous eyes, that smile that she was positive had secluded more than a few. She had remembered quite a lot and flushed bright crimson, she was pale so it was easy to see. Her head throbbed and she breathed out pushing up just a little on her elbows, she made a face.
Yeah sure.just wait till you hear me throwing up, Im sure that will be even hotter She said rolling her eyes. Bellamy kissed her quickly and bent over grabbing all the pillows they had, which was three and fluffed them up over another rolled sleeping back. Supplies was scarce but he had taken probably more than he should have but he wanted to make sure he, Octavia and Clarke was as comfortable as possible. He would give Octavia her supplies tonight. He had her tent not far from theirs, not super close, but far enough he could keep an eye on her but give her some privacy. He propped Clarke up and handed her the last of his water bottle. She took it and sipped it.
If you need to get sicklet me know. Ok he said with serious eyes, and she nodded.
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A few seconds after sipping the water, Clarke showed signs of improvement. Her breathing steadied and her face returned to a safely pale state though that beautiful blush was still showing. It drove Bellamy wild, making him fall deeper in love with this girl. Just imagining seeing this girl in his arms every single morning when he woke up made his heart beat faster. Did it get any better? Bellamy doubted it. This was the future he saw for himself. Any future without Clarke was something he wanted to avoid and not even think about.
Clarke, I just want you to try and relax. Do you remember those breathing techniques I showed you yesterday? Practice them for me. I want to take care of you tonight. I want to make you feel good, again. I want to explore you, again. I just you to trust me for a while longer and I can make you feel wonderful.
After making his promise, Bellamy latched onto her lips one final time, slowly moving his mouth against hers slowly. The kiss remained quick and chaste though he teased her upper lip with a small touch of his tongue. Hovering in between the blondes legs, Bellamy slowly undid the button of her cargo pants and started pulling them down. However, he stopped when the waistband rested around her upper thighs. All he needed was a small window of room and this was perfect.
Without undressing her any further, Bellamys calloused hands placed onto her thighs. His fingertips lightly dug into the inner part of her leg and his lips kisses as close to her crotch as possible. The next thing Bellamy did was trap the waistband of her panties between his teeth. Without giving her any semblance of his body touching her, his hands rested in the sleeping bag beside of her legs. Then, the dark-haired male slowly pulled her panties down with his mouth until just enough of her pussy was revealed for him to enjoy. He released the underwear with a wink but finally grabbed her hand with one of his.
How are you doing, Clarke? Are you alright?Bellamy whispered, even stopping his actions to make sure she did not need anything else. He cared only about her enjoyment and well-being.
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The day had slowly eased into the evening. They had a busy day planning for tomorrow and Bellamy had headed back to the camp site to check on how things were going. They were not the only ones recovering from the partying the night before. A lot of the prisoners were still just goofing around. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, others in groups. The sun had just started to show it was time to start setting. It had stayed thick, humid with a cool breeze but the clouds above showed no signs of breaking loose, not yet. Bellamy had returned to the tent where Clarke had dozed off after feeling nauseated earlier. He had taken a little bit more food than he should of from the supplies but he knew Clarke needed it. She would stir but refuse food for the moment as she sat up rubbing her eyes.
Clarke, I just want you to try and relax. Do you remember those breathing techniques I showed you yesterday? Practice them for me. I want to take care of you tonight. I want to make you feel good, again. I want to explore you, again. I just you to trust me for a while longer and I can make you feel wonderful.
Clarke was quiet and then looked over, surprised by his words. Before she could respond she felt his lips against her own. It was quick, he pulled away leaving her eyes still closed, her mouth still ready. He had tugged on her lower lip and then dropped down unbuttoning her cargo pants, pulling them down. She was laying propped up back on the pillows and rolled up sleeping bag. She breathed out hard as she felt his digits knead on her exposed thighs, his lips teasing. He would already smell her, smell her new scent and the old scent from not being able to change into clean clothes. Clarke would almost feel ashamed, embarrassed her panties were soiled and disgusting from last night, but he didnt seem to care. She made a shocked face as he pulled her dirtied underwear down just enough with his teeth. Did he realize how hot he was, she was wide eyed, as if her eyes might pop out as her chest was puffed out. He grabbed her hand with one of his.
Youre going to give me a heart attack Bellamy Blake She said under a raspy breath, her eyes curious but taunting him. She stayed leaning back, looking up at the ceiling of the tent. There wasnt much light but she could make out enough as the sun hadnt set just yet. It was stormy and cloudy giving everything in the forest a shadow.
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Bellamy paused long enough to look Clarke deep into her eyes and squeeze her hand before speaking.
Nonsense, Princess. You wont have a heart attack. Trust me, this is going to feel incredible. I will go slowly. Tell me if anything becomes too much.He murmured softly, kissing the palm of her hand before releasing it and crawling back down in between her legs.
Now, the male placed both of his hands onto her thighs, holding them down gently against the bedroll. As he promised her, Bellamy was going slow. Even if she was not audible about her feelings, he would undoubtedly know if something was too much judging by her breathing and physical reactions. Now, his eyes were cast down towards her crotch, looking at those sweet pussy lips like they were the most desirable thing he had ever seen. Well, they were. It felt like a blessing to see Clarke like this. The most beautiful, most intelligent, and most perfect girl in the world was inside of his tent with her cargo pants and panties pulled down. He was touching her in the most intimate way, truly signifying that they belonged together.
I love you.He reminded her before leaning down and pursing his lips together, pressing a sweet kiss onto those lips he admired not long ago.
Then, he allowed his warm, wet tongue to slowly wrap around her outer folds, running his tongue around the entire outline of her wet sheath. Then, he took the index and middle finger from his left hand, firmly planting both onto her clitoris. He started slowly rubbing circles in a counter-clockwise motion. He already felt her clit throbbing, assuming that her sensitive bundle of nerves were already going to be rather sensitive. The pressure he applied was ample but not too much to overwhelm the girl. He knew exactly how much pressure to add.
His eyes remained locked onto hers the entire time, letting that connection with Clarke further and deepen. Plus, he wanted to see her facial reactions and just admire that beautiful face of hers while doing this. Finally, he slipped his warm tongue inside of her, letting it slowly slither to the deepest point. His teeth were lightly pressed against her outer folds, grazing her lips while his mouth started a gentle suckling action. His fingers on her clitoris changed directions, rubbing circles in a clockwise motion. His face was being pushed forward, trying to allow every inch of her crotch be touching his face. He was not afraid to get down and dirty with this girl, wanting to feel her entire body. A quiet moan left his mouth, exiting right against her sweet lips, hoping that the noise would reverberate throughout her core and add to her pleasure.
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Clarke felt him squeeze her hand lovingly, his eyes still somewhat visible in the shade of the tent and the overcasting darkness of the forest as the sun set. They had a little camping light that was solar powered but it was turned off for now to preserve the energy. He reassured her this was going to feel incredible but his voice alone and how he was so willing to be intimate with her was enough. She had recovered most of the day but was still a little exerted from the eventful night before of drinking and partying. So far she hadnt thrown up and Bellamy had kept her in the tent resting most of the day. He put both of his warm rough hands on her plump but petite thighs, she gulped, her eyes open in awe as he said the three words before placing a small kiss right on the swollen lips of her hidden flower. He would already smell her; she was already moist. He would know she was undoubtedly infatuated and attracted to him. The body didnt lie even if the mind tried. His moist wet tongue painted over the outline, cleaning her of any leaked nectar, teasing her. It wasnt long before she felt his fingers giving the needed ache of her rose bud just the right amount of stimulation it needed. His finger ever so delicately rubbing it, it throbbed, she felt his other fingers exploring. She breathed out, turning her head, biting her lip refusing to be loud. His sisters tent wasnt close, and for all they knew she was or wasnt in it but she wasnt about to be the new girl screaming because of Bellamy Blake, even if her vocal chords begged too.
Though his eyes wouldnt leave her face, he could be multitasking, her head would be turned as she zoned out, slowly falling to the sunken place he put her from the pleasure. It was only when he noticed she was zoning out that he decided to dive in and give her a taste of what he could do. She felt his fingers give him access, cool air hitting her aching insides before his tongue and face filled the void. She let her hands grasp some of the bedding, her body stiffening as she did her best not to move.
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Sometimes, Bellamy gave his tongue a break. He would pull away and kiss those pretty lips of Clarkes pussy while grazing his teeth against her folds. Two fingers continued to swirl over her clitoris with enough pressure to make Clarke feel pleasure withholding the amount needed for pain. When Bellamy decided to dive his tongue back into her sheath, Bellamy tilted his head over the left side of Clarkes womanhood for a different angle and a different approach. Not wanting to overwhelm this perfect girl, Bellamy ceased rubbing her clitoris whenever her breathing became too heavy. He never allowed her breathing to become critically fast. Instead, when he noticed it was picking up consistently, he pulled those fingers away. Not only did he allow Clarke to calm down more, but he would leave her sensitive hood aching, craving his touch again since he had just denied that touch. As often as possible, Bellamy kept looking into her eyes, hoping that she enjoyed seeing that from this particular angle. Bellamy nibbled on Clarkes labia with his lips while his tongue was continuing to swirl around inside of her. His tongue flicked the skin with enough pressure for him to savor her taste while taking it slow enough to let Clarke enjoy it, too.
He paid attention to her body. When she moaned, Bellamy thought about where he was touching her and what he was doing. It meant she liked that, obviously. Bellamy wanted Clarke to love everything he did. If she started breathing erratically, he knew that was another sweet spot but he also knew to take it slower over that area. Bellamy was cautious with his lover and understood the importance of tending to her needs and wants. He realized she was trying to hold in those moans but Bellamy wanted to make her feel so damn good that she could not. Honestly, he did not care who heard them. Finally, his hands placed onto her thighs and he slowly dragged his fingertips down her skin in a slow manner, letting her feel his passion with each stroke. His tongue continued to rub circles softly against her warm, tight skin. The young man also changed up the pressure he added, seeing which amount of pressure worked the best. Bellamy pulled away once to remind Clarke that she had his heart and that he loved her while that sweet nectar was already dripping from his tongue. After the quick reminder, Bellamy slowly maneuvered his tongue back inside of Clarke and continued to loving attack.
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Clarke felt Bellamys tongue glide into places that no man had ever touched. Her own masturbation was limited, only being a small handful of times and nothing to erotic. In her mind, she was being teased in just the right way, slowly building her to what would be her second orgasm with Bellamy Blake, in less than forty eighty hours of being on the planet earth. By now the sun had set, leaving the forest dark, strong storm clouds were draped across the skies but had refused to release rain yet, but it was hot and muggy. Now and then lightening would light up the forest as if it was day for a split second. Bellamy was slow in savoring her taste and not giving to much stimulation. He seemed to be doing the right thing as he wet rose was pouring out nectar, giving him plenty. The fact he took it slow seemed to intensify how good it felt, putting her on a slow but steady ride.
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He stopped long enough to let her see him, they couldnt make out much in the dark tent but enough, they both knew the other was there. In the distance, you could hear strong winds going through the forest, and the other inmates still goofing off, just not to the escalated level of last night. She was going to breathe out some response but didnt have a chance, a small gasp coming out of her mouth as he went back to loving her. Her head arched back, her rear slightly lifting off the sleeping bags as she let out a restrained moan. Bellamy would feel in sync with her every breath, every audible sound, there was a mental connection unspoken of that existed. Bellamy wasnt shy, he had never once had a problem with showing off any of his previous prizes or nights of glory, and he would be damned if he would be ashamed or silent with Clarke, the girl who already had him wrapped around her fingers without knowing it. He pushed, letting his mouth take her to another realm, in this realm the only thing that matter was sensation.
It didnt long as her gasp turned into short stifled moans until her body arched as she began to orgasm, as she arched. Bellamy used both of his hands to give her bottom support and used it to his advantage to bury his face deeper into flower. Some, just a little of his tongue would feel her insides contacting as more fluids seeped out.
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Bellamy smiled, feeling a great sense of achievement. Well, Bellamy knew how to give women powerful orgasms. Clarke was not an exception. All at once, her juices filtered out and his tongue was granted the greatest gift he could have in that moment since he already had Clarkes love. She tasted so sweet, sweeter than he anticipated or ever tasted before. Granted, he might have been biased but Bellamy thought Clarke was the sexiest girl alive. Undoubtedly, Bellamy knew that Clarke needed some time to recover from her orgasm, so he gave her time. When her breathing returned to normal, Bellamy felt like he needed to remind Clarke about something.
I love you, Clarke.He paused, flashing her the most charming smile possible.I hope you liked that. We should do this more often. Ive never felt better than I have just now. I want to make you feel amazing as often as I can. Bellamy whispered.
Bellamy watched her closely, looking deep into her eyes. Once the love of his life was calmed down, Bellamy was keeping his eyes locked onto the blonde. Next, he viewed Clarke twitching her hand and fingers towards him and towards his jeans. She almost seemed unsure of what to do. It might have been a bold move but Bellamy wanted Clarke to explore him as well. He guided her fingers to the buttons of his jeans and undid them before moving her fingers to his zipper and pulling that down as well. With his jeans at his thighs, he watched Clarke take initiative and pull down his boxers to the same length.
Its okay Clarke, youre doing so well already. Youre doing great.He assured her, cupping her face gently, stroking her face.
Then, Bellamy wrapped her fingers around his thick, erect cock. Bellamy kept his eyes locked on Clarke the entire time, only deviating from her orbs to show her what to do.
Just keep light pressure. Keep all fingers wrapped around me and slowly stroke up and down. From the very bottom to the very top. Go slow if you want. Take your time. Youll make me feel good.Bellamy whispered softly, wrapping his hand slowly around her wrist to get her started. Next, Bellamy released her wrist and just watched the female as she started stroking his girth. His eyes went wide a smile grew on his face, moaning quietly, not making a point to try to keep quiet.
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Clarke had to take a small breather after her orgasm, her insides were still convulsing and still aching, how was she still aching after having one? She didnt care, she felt good, better than she had felt her whole life living on the ark and Bellamy was the most gorgeous man she had ever had the pleasure of setting eyes upon. It just seemed to be a perfect miracle he thought the same thing and they were together for now. In her mind, she was still processing everything and she had negative thoughts and doubts but in time those would fade away as they grew stronger together as a unit, side by side on the beautiful planet they were trying to reclaim. After she was catching her breath and he spoke, he got on his knees and unzipped his jeans pulling them down. You couldnt see much but shadows and silhouettes. You could feel the energy and tension, her own breathing with his. She sat up and slowly pulled down his boxers just enough to expose what she knew was his private parts. A small breath left as she sucked and smacked her lips together silently closing her eyes, as if readying herself.
Its okay Clarke, youre doing so well already. Youre doing great.
His voice soothed her as did his face, she turned her cheek to lean into his hand as he caressed her soft face. She felt him take her thin fingers and wrapped it around his thick erect cock, it was burning up, warm hot flesh. She gulped and squeezed exhaling. He showed her how to move her hand up and down, just below his head. It felt soft and hard all at once, like one of those old stress balls. She laughed out in a short breath which he would find attractive and cute. She did as he showed her and she was close, as he was on his knees she was sitting down in front of him. She heard him moan and her face was bright red. His moan made her let out a softer, barely audible laugh over another stronger breath.
It was only when Bellamy leaned over, now on both knees with his cock dangling, propped on one arm, in front of Clarke, he pressed his lips to hers and slowly let his hand find its way in-between her legs to cup her moist sex, by now it was once again covered in her nectar. He just rubbed his hand over her lips enough to get enough making her gasp. He then positioned himself so he was laying down on his back, as Clarke was and used his clean hand to pull her over him. She would feel his cock now covered in her nectar. She didnt know whether to be embarrassed or turned on or both.
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Clarkes nectar soaked Bellamys length and provided sufficient lubrication. However, the male did not intend to actually enter Clarke tonight. Instead, he was simply allowing her tight, virgin womanhood to feel the head of his own sex. This lubrication should also allow her hand to glide around his length much easier than before and it helped Bellamy feel more pleasure this way as well. However, the dark-haired young man was mostly concerned about making this easier for Clarke. Even though he was the receiver of pleasure, all he focused on was making it simple and easy for Clarke so that she enjoyed it too. Hopefully, she liked giving him pleasure and she would want to explore with him further. While Clarke hovered over the male, he kept their eyes locked together and started kissing her, leaning up and deepening the kiss as much as possible, sliding his tongue inside of her mouth immediately, wanting to deepen the kiss as far as possible. In his mind, Bellamy felt their love growing with each stroke and with each kiss and with each drop of her fluid. His eyes did not show only lust, but they showed love, too. Bellamy intended to express that love in both words and actions.
The next few minutes were full of euphoria for Bellamy. From feeling Clarke stroking her small hand up and down his length to kissing her until his lungs screamed for oxygen, Bellamy was lost in the moment. It felt like his entire body was on fire from head to toe. His breathing had picked up again and his chest fell and expanded rapidly. His breathing sounded uneven, too. It almost sounded like gasps for air into the kiss though some of the noises were moans. Nonetheless, Bellamy did not want to pull away from the kiss, not even to fucking breathe.
After a few more strokes, Bellamy knew it was inevitable. His orgasm was getting close. Now, he thought about his plan of action. At this angle, he was going to get his semen all over her shirt, jeans, and even her panties. That did not sound like a bad idea. Bellamy felt like he knew Clarke already. She might not understand it at first but soon, he figured she would have appreciated this. His orgasm followed the longest moan yet and it sounded more like a cry of Clarkes name as if he were begging for more. Then, the muscles in his hard cock all flexed and clenched simultaneously before reaching the peak of his climax. He felt four ropes of his hot, sticky, thick semen discharge from the tip of his hard cock. One spurt landed mostly on the bottom fo her shirt. Another spurt spread along the front and side of her jeans. The next spurt landed on her pants and went through to her panties since they were still pulled down. The last spurt was angled back up onto the lower part of her shirt while plenty of the semen made its way onto her thighs and abdomen since her shirt was rolled up slightly.That was amazing, Clarke. I have no words other than I love you.
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Things started to pick up a rather quick pace and Clarke was slammed with more intimacy and passion than she knew how to exactly handle. Bellamy Blake was a ball of energy and consumed by Clarkes essence. As she did her best to firmly and gently stroke his hard-engorged cock, Bellamy refuse to let his lips part from hers. His kissed her feverishly, not even stopping to breathe. The kissing so intense both would let out hard breaths and gasp into the other between kissing trying to get that air without wanting to stop. It was almost hard to multi-task because of how hot and surreal the moment was. She couldnt see a damn thing in the dark tent but didnt need to. She felt his hot lips, his taste, his thick saliva mixed with her own, him sweating when he was already dirty and smelled of them both. There was something hot about him lying down, clothes just dropped enough for her to explore him while they made out, he wasnt keeping quiet.
She felt his breathing pick up a pace even as they kissed, she didnt even think she was getting him off very well. That maybe he was one hell of a good actor since he had been with so many girls. She was only squeezing and stroking his length at a slow easy pace, but would squeeze his thickness tighter and tighter each time he made a sound. Then his head fell back slightly as he cried out, maybe a little too loud. Clarke breathed out, mouth ajar as he ejaculated. With the position, they were in there was no protection or shied and his semen squirted on her in different places, she felt some of it but didnt even know all the places it went
Before she could panic or think to hard he pulled her down into his chest, it rises and fell as she felt him slightly laughing, in great spirits. Obviously, he wasnt acting if that happened.
That was amazing, Clarke. I have no words other than I love you.
She just rested her head on his chest closing her eyes, in her mind she kept replaying his cry and moans in her mind, picturing what his face would have looked like in such a pleasured state. Ignoring his sticky residue that now stained her clothes.
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Bellamy Blake was an absolute workhorse. If he tried, he would undoubtedly exceed at playing with Clarke for the rest of the night. However, he realized how new this was for the girl. The last thing he wanted was to exhaust that sexy body and mind of hers. This was a good stopping point for the night. After his breathing returned to normal and his body had reached a level of balance since his orgasm was so powerful, Bellamy helped Clarke by pulling up her panties and pants where they should be. His semen stains were obvious but neither of them could really tell in the dark. Clarke was in for one surprise in the morning with the sunlight.
Nonetheless, Bellamy pulled his own boxers and jeans upon his hips again. Once this was done, Bellamy kept his eyes locked with Clarkes, nuzzling their noses together before talking to her again.
You made me feel so good. In fact, Ive never felt as good as I have these past couple days. That goes for my physical state and my emotional state. I know this has been a lot for you since youre new to this. We can rest now, cuddle, and talk if you want. Or we can go to sleep if you want. Well do whatever you desire, Princess.
Again, Bellamy kept it up with that pet name of Princess. It was definitely going to stick and Bellamy found it rather cute. Neither of them were entirely quiet tonight or the night before. The gossip around the camp heavily involved Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin, two polar opposites attracting. Of course, the same group of girls from last night along with others did not approve. Everyone wanted a shot with Bellamy but his eyes were focused on only one of them, and that was Clarke.
Last night, they fell asleep out in the open. Tonight, they were resting on the sleeping bags and pillows, making a much more comfortable bed than the hard ground. Still, Bellamy wrapped one arm around Clarkes neck so she could use him as a pillow and the other wrapped around her waist as her back was pulled against his chest. To pass the time while he waited for Clarke to make up her mind, Bellamy started stroking his fingers through her hair again. She seemed to enjoy that earlier so Bellamy wanted to give her more of that enjoyment. Plus, it was fun for him, too.
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Clarke curled up to Bellamy and rested on his chest, turned on her left side. He would let his right-hand play with her hair in a calming way. She seemed exhausted and as relaxed as she could be in the moment. It didnt take her long to fall asleep in his arms. He would tell she was asleep by her slow breathing and the settle movement of her body lying in his. She needed the rest and would feel a little more refreshed when she awoke. Outside of the tent the other prisoners would be different things. Some would still be partying and goofing off even though there wasnt any alcohol or substances to use to get them drunk or high. Others would be doing what they could to fend for themselves in the new habitat they were on. Others had strayed off from the group on their own. A couple of the more rebellious were finding ways to break the bracelets off. The bracelet was the only communication back to the Ark. In breaking them off it flat line making them believe that person was dead on earth.
Octavia would be purposely staying away from her tent and trying to get as much freedom as she could. She hated Bellamy now, she didnt understand why he was so up the blonde girls ass. How could he betray her by dating one of the counselors daughter? They made her life a living hell. She used her anger and confusion to be slightly more rebellious. She knew secretly Bellamy had more than a few of the other inmates keeping tabs, she was sure some were ordered to intervene if she got out of hand. She was sitting on a log just staring around, when she heard a few coming in to the camp. A couple of guys who were laughing and mocking what was supposedly her brother being inanimate with Clarke, one guy was mocking his sounds and Octavia sighed looking disgusted and irritated. She tried to look at the canopy of the forest and focus on how she had more freedom than she ever did on the ark. The wind was strong; the sky keep teasing it was going to storm since early morning but it still hadnt even though the sun had set.
There tent sat lonelyby itself a good distance from a few others. Hours must have passed, maybe it was early in the morning. No one had the time, did time even exist here anymore? Clarke opened her eyes being still feeling the strong winds make the material of the tent move violently, and saw flashes of lightning. The oncomming storm looked aggressive, something they had been taught but never dealt with in space. Clarke had always listened to music of nature, sounds of the forest, or storms or the ocean to fall asleep or to study. She had study storms and climates in school and on her own time. Clarke was still very sleepy but she wanted to get out of the tent, plus she was dying of thirst and she knew they had to be low on supplies. She sat up rubbing her eyes as more wind hit the tent and lightening flashed.
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Once his Princess had fallen asleep, Bellamy closed his eyes. The only thing he cared about was ensuring that Clarke was resting and sleeping well. Only once she had fallen asleep did the male allow himself to relax. A smile was on his lips when he fell asleep with Clarke wrapped up in his arms. Yeah, he could get used to this each night. The tent was the perfect size for two people and Bellamy had no problem sharing his living space. The males dreams were full of happiness again. That was nothing uncommon since he had been with Clarke Griffin. She was beautiful and she had a pure soul. His heart always thumped a little bit faster when they were together. His skin always glistened with sweat when she was close. His breathing always became heavy when they touched. Even with all of this, her presence calmed him down and helped his body relax at night when they were trying to sleep.
The slumber did not last until morning, though. Rather, it was early in the morning hours and it was dark outside. If Bellamy had to guess, it must have been three or four oclock in the morning. It started with a light drizzle. Minutes later, it turned into a torrential downpour. Some of the delinquents were shouting in happiness, jumping around despite being woken from their slumber. Nobody had witnessed this kind of storm before. It was beautiful to everyone despite how severe it was becoming. Wind, lightening, and thunder accompanied the rain. Soon enough, the thunder followed immediately after the flashes of light in the night sky. Bellamy woke up after a particularly loud clap of noise. At first, he was startled, especially when the tent was flapping around. It might have been nailed down with two bodies inside, but it was becoming unsteady.
Bellamy calmed down immediately when his eyes landed on Clarke. Its getting pretty rough out there. We might have to go inside the dropship if it gets any worse.Bellamy spoke loudly to Clarke. He was not meaning to yell at her but the wind and rain was creating so much noise, that was the only way to communicate. He sat up with her and unzipped the tent slightly so they could look outside. The rain was pouring down but they still had some level of visibility. The flashes of lightning actually looked rather beautiful despite how dangerous it was becoming. Suddenly, a couple tents were caught in the air and thrown a few yards away. At that time, Bellamy was not comfortable with his Princess being outside in this storm. Grabbing their bags, sleeping bags, and pillows, Bellamy shouted a quick order to Clarke.Come on! Lets get inside the dropship! He shouted over everything, running out of the tent, grabbing Clarke by the hand. It was tough to see but he tried to guide Clarke towards the ship. It was difficult to miss the massive object sitting in the middle of the woods. It took an entire minute to reach the ship. Bellamy almost lost footing in the mud more than once but he kept upright long enough to reach the entrance in the dropship where others already started piling in as they watched through the open door. Everyone was gathered around, interested in how this storm happened.
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Clarke ran with Bellamy through the forest as it was pouring. They had their limited supplies from the tent but a good portion of it got soaked. They entered the dropship, climbing up the ladder. The blast door was still wide open on the lower level. Clarke handed Bellamy the sleeping bags and pillows as he had climbed up first and grabbed her hands. She wanted to observe the rain but it was aggressive. Lightening came every so often, a brilliant shock of white above the canopy of the forest, thunderous booms following, shaking the ground. Bellamy had closed the hatch door but you could still hear the rain pounding on the abandon ship. Bellamy had laid out the sleeping bags, flipping them over and trying to let the air out. It was very unusual weather, very hot but also cool from the strong winds, inside the ship the temperature was comfortable.
Others were downstairs, coming in through the open blast door and Clarke decided to head down to that level, Bellamy was close behind. The ship was pitch black so they had to navigate with adapted eyesight. There were quite a few gathered at the door blocking the strong winds and rain blowing in. Everyone seemed memorized by what mother nature could do. Clarke had drawn and dreamed of so many kinds of weather, especially thunder storms. She somehow knew the speeds of the winds were above 50 mph. She wondered if it was a supercell or a multi cell storm, but it was impossible to know without equipment that was long gone from satellites that once rotated the earth and helped meteorologist.
Bellamy was right behind Clarke, she could now feel his presence, even before he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her wet tousled hair. The others were trying to talk over the storm.
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Outside, it was violent. Inside, it was peaceful. This ship would withstand a storm on Earth since it survived being launched from the Ark and hurled throughout the atmosphere. With his arms tight around Clarkes waist, Bellamy admired the weather with his chin lightly pressed against her shoulder. A few of the delinquents managed to find the flashlights to prevent total darkness from encompassing them inside the dropship. Yards behind the happy couple was a steaming brunette. It was none other than Bellamys sister, Octavia Blake. This had all been so much but now Bellamy was holding Clarke right in front of her, almost taunting her. Fuck it. She had enough.
Bellamy felt soft, but strong hands grip onto his arm and yank him away from Clarke. When his eyes met Octavias, he opened his mouth to speak but just then, an open-handed slap landed across his left cheek. Not only was she trying to hurt Bellamy, but she was letting out her anger and causing a scene.
I am sick of this, Bellamy! Why in the hell are you in the pants of a council members daughter? Do you realize what they did to me? To us? For fifteen years, you always talked about how much you hated the Chancellor. But now youre with Clarke Griffin?!
This followed another blow. This time, it was a closed fist.
What is wrong with you? You have betrayed my trust, Bellamy! You should have stayed on the fucking Ark. I dont need your help! Out of all the girls that are here, you choose this one? Youre a disgrace! Mom would be so disappointed!
Now, it was a flurry of blows. Punches, slaps, and even a couple kicks. His face was scratched up and he was bleeding from the nose. His lip was slightly busted and there would be a small bruise on his abdomen from the kick. However, he did not fight his sister. He would never lay a hand on her. He just let her have it out for him, hoping to have some damage control soon.
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Outside the forest was a wall of water, the trees offered no shelter, droplets the size of almonds smashed their way through the foliate above. More prisoners, the last stragglers were running in sodden. Luckily no one was cold because of how warm it was. Clarke stayed quiet, she wasnt a vocal person. It least not upon being made a prisoner and being put back on this planet she had dreamed about for years. Somehow everything she had dreamed of was happening and more. She had two types of dreams, some that were logical and ones that were simply not. The dreams that were not logical were why dreams were called dreams. They felt so impossible except when you closed your eyes. Those secret dreams include many visions of earth and all it had to offer, all the beauty it had to give. What she hadnt dream for was a boyfriend, a lover. That somehow just happened, if that was still real? She had doubts maybe it wasnt real or it was just a matter of time before it fell apart. It had only been two days, right?
Lightening flashed and thunder made the ground shake and other inmates were cheering, some acting scared to add to the hype. Bellamy was pulled away from Clarke. They heard a familiar voice, his younger sibling. She vaguely remembered her from last night and being a prisoner on the ark for being born. She had slapped Bellamy and was pissed. Her emotions were boiling.
I am sick of this, Bellamy! Why in the hell are you in the pants of a council members daughter? Do you realize what they did to me? To us? For fifteen years, you always talked about how much you hated the Chancellor. But now youre with Clarke Griffin?!
More blows followed and Bellamy made no sounds, you couldnt see much but enough that was illuminated by the lightening and dull flashlights held by the prisoners, shining on them. Clarke was in shock, standing in-between others. She wouldnt realize Vanessa with the other women were watching with a smirk. It got worse and some tried to intervene but Bellamy barked for no one to touch them. He did bark at someone to watch Clarke. Clarke felt unknown hands gently on her shoulders, one was a female while the other was a male. Octavia was now throwing punches and kicks. The rain seemed to rush down even harder. Clarke didnt know whether to run or try to help, she had no place. She felt like she was sinking in her own mind. Clarke saw glimpse of Bellamys face covered in blood. Her eyes were wide and dilated.
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Naively, Bellamy hoped Octavia would have been happy for her brother. Instead, the brunette was furious. It was understandable to Bellamy at a certain extent. Octavia had never dealt with Bellamy and his feelings for another girl. She had known about him becoming quite active with a few females, having sex without an emotional attachment applied. This was different. Octavia was forced to share her brothers love with a girl that she hated. Even though Bellamy loved them both in different contexts, Octavia could not help but feel slightly jealous that she was not the center of his universe anymore. It did not mean Bellamy was ignoring Octavia now, but that was how the poor girl saw it so far.
Bellamy was in pain: both physical and mental. His nose was throbbing but he figured it was not broken. The sweat dripping down his face slithered in the cuts and bruises, causing a burning sensation. His eyes threatened to brim with tears, even. However, the male kept a neutral face through everything once he assured Clarke was safe and that nobody was stopping Octavia. His chest rose and fell rapidly and his hands were even shaking quite noticeably. It was a combination of anger, sadness, and some fear. It was honestly a plethora of emotions thrown at the leader all at once. It was overstimulating him in the worst way possible.
Do whatever you need, O. It wont change anything. What I have with Clarke that doesnt change anything between us, either.
Bullshit, Bell! Yes, it does! You hurt me more than you could imagine!
It did not help that Vanessa and Octavia were practically best friends. They met in the Sky Box through various activities the juveniles completed such as classes and meals. She would have been singing a different tune had Bellamy chosen to be with Vanessa instead of Clarke.
You must get used to it, Octavia. Clarkes not going anywhere.
Then, you have to make a choice, Bellamy! Either her or me. If you choose Clarke, then I wont have anything to do with you. Ill hate you forever!
Emphatically, the fiery girl shoved her brother one more time into the metal wall. Looking downwards at his boots, Bellamy listened to Octavia stomp away from the scene, deeper into the dropship. Bellamy reached down to grab a tissue and press it against his bloody nose and lip, mulling over everything Octavia said. She certainly did not make this easy for Bellamy. If Octavia hated him, so be it. That did not change how he felt about her. Regardless, Bellamy was here to protect Octavia even if she did not want him anywhere near her.
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Clarke watched in desperation as Octavia acted out, expressing her jealously and rage at her older brother. You could feel her angst and it left everyone speechless. With one last shove, she stormed off, people got out of her way as she went deeper into the dropship. The only noise was mother nature shouting out herself between the lightening, thunder and strong winds, it was still a downpour. The young brunettes words stung Clarke. It took her back to the ark, to her parents, which made her roll through her fathers death, being put into prison. She felt her head racing. Her eyes zoned in on Bellamy as he was on the ground in pain, a hot mess of blood, bruises and cuts. His sister had a hell of a throw, it must have been in their genetics. He was too perfect to be true, this was too perfect, fairy tales didnt exist and this was proof. People couldnt live happily ever after. She heard some other guy saydamnin a low voice at the situation.
Clarke saw as Bellamy pulled himself up. His dark hues met hers and for some reason it was a trigger, fight or flight. She stumbled but was caught by the hands that were still on her. Lightening flashed once again illuminating everything, they had direct eye contact. His whole face was covered in red. Clarke used her upper arm strength and pushed both people off her and turned her body, using it as a weight to push through the crowd. Some parted not expecting it. In seconds, she was off the ramp in the downpour, in the waterfall of thick rain. She kept running. She could hear barking and screams from everyone in the dropship, some warnings, some telling her to come back but she didnt bother. Her feet stomped through the slush of dirt, mud and grass. She used the thick trees to hold her balance. The storm fueled her adrenalin. She kept running further into the forest, lightening giving her the lead. She was drenched, soaking wet.
Bellamy didnt waste any time. He took a few moments to compose himself but not before knowing she was going to fleet.Shit. Was all people heard him breathe before taking off after her, not before giving orders to not let Octavia out of their sight. Bellamy had to be quick as she had a minute or so lead. He didnt bother calling out to her, he knew her mind was on a different level. Words wouldnt do anything, only actions could speak. Bellamy was running as fast as he could, almost slipping in the mud. It only took a few minutes to catch up, she had stopped, being memorized by the rain. She would look as he was only a small distance away. Lightening lit up the meadow and time seemed to slow. Bellamy stood, breathing hard, rain soaking his clothes, running down him, it had washed away most of the blood, but you could still see some.
Oh, I'm in the jungle now
You've been seeking, I've been hiding out
Use your love, it scares me so deep down
You may find me, cause my heart beats loud, so loud
It beats fast
In the places where you touched me last
I can feel the burn my skin, it has
But the return of your beloved hands, hands
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It was becoming difficult to breathe. Not only was Bellamys heart rapidly pounding in his chest, but the downpour of the rain made him feel claustrophobic. Although he had never told anyone, Bellamy had a massive fear of drowning stemming from a nightmare he had consecutively as a child. If he closed his eyes, it almost felt like he was underwater and he felt weightless. Though he loved the prospect of watching a storm, he wanted to watch from the inside. Never once did he think about staying inside when Clarke ran away, though. They stood five feet away from each other but it felt like she was back on the Ark and he was stuck on the ground. Bellamy licked his lips, his throat feeling dry despite the immense amount of water near them. He felt dirty. The clothes stuck to his body and the mud and grim was everywhere. Inside that mind of his, Bellamy tried to rationalize everything. It made sense why Clarke ran away. Bellamy was practically beaten to a pulp by his own blood and Octavia blamed Clarke and Clarkes mother for everything that went wrong with her family.
Clarke ran away from the stirring emotions and Bellamy was not upset. Instead, he only sought to comfort her. In the pouring rain, Bellamy wanted to help Clarke find peace. He took one step forward and he could not see If Clarke stepped towards him, away from him, or to the side, but she lost footing and collapsed towards the ground. Time had also slowed down for Bellamy and Clarke was tumbling towards the ground in slow motion. When he tried to reach for her, he caught the girl in his arms but lost his own footing and down to the ground they went. He lay on top of her, their faces inches away. With the water pouring down, the rain smacked Clarke in the face and probably felt uncomfortable with her nose and mouth turned upwards. With his jacket, Bellamy blocked the rain from Clarkes face. His body was a shield, basically.
Without saying a word, Bellamy closed his eyes and leaned down, pressing his lips against Clarkes. When their lips connected, Bellamy felt an electricity with more voltage than the lightning bolts above them. Time did not slow, it stopped. The rain became secondary to Bellamy as he focused on kissing Clarke. He did not even waste time with deepening the kiss, immediately sliding his tongue into her mouth, his head tilting to the opposite way of hers. Their clothes were absolutely drenched in mud and water, but that did not matter to Bellamy either. His teeth pulled gently on her lower lip and his free hand wrapped around Clarkes right cheek, cupping her face.
I love you. I love you. You dont have to run.
That was all Bellamy said. Despite it all, he loved Clarke and this did not change anything. She did not have to run from him, unless she was running somewhere to get into his arms. Bellamy wanted to make sure that was clear.
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Clarke was captivated by Bellamy and memorized by mother nature. She lost her footing and collapsed trying to step forward, Bellamy caught her but they both went down. The rain was falling so thickly that there was a constant covering throughout the forest. No visibility in the downpour except when it lightened. Ferocious winds swept through the forest littering the forest with a mess of its own debris. The canopy swayed, leaves tumbled, insufficientto fend off the onslaught. The howl and beating rain was almost as loud as the two lovers beating heart. Clarke clenched her eyes shut but repeatedly tried to look up at Bellamy through the raging storm. Bellay sheltered her the best he could with his body and jacket. Clarke didnt have to worry about that as Bellamy leaned down, slowly letting his lips meet hers. His lip was busted, and she could vaguely between the rain taste what must have been his own blood. He tilted his head deepening kiss, letting her have as much of him as he could. After a good moment, he pulled away just enough to cup her face. The lightening illuminating his beaten face.
I love you. I love you. You dont have to run.
Once again this man had taken her by surprise. He had unconditional love and he hadnt known her but less than a few days, had taken a brutal beating from his own sibling and was confessing his love. Clarke nodded, her face in his hand. Its all she needed to do, he would understand she felt the same. They kissed briefly again before Bellamy pulled her up into his arms in a sitting position. The water was cool but the weather was still hot and humid. Clarke seemed to be needy, clingy and was clutching onto him as herself her against him. Her arms wrapped around his midsection, underneath his jacket. She could feel his clothes soaked sticking to his skin as well as her own.
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The storm ferocity increased just as the passionate kiss increased with fervor. Despite all the sensations around himself and Clarke, Bellamy could only think about the blonde. Their clothing was soaked and stuck to their skin uncomfortable. Instead of feeling discomforted, Bellamy felt incredible. It was the most exhilarating moment of his life, arguably. Even if it was not, the top five moments of his life all happened within the past week with Clarke Griffin. The rain fell at such an angle where Bellamy felt the water making it difficult to breathe. The oxygen hitched in his lungs, not just from the rain, but also from the intense feelings and sensation from Clarke.
Finally, Bellamy just hugged Clarke tightly to his body. His strong arms wrapped around the girls body. His nose nuzzled against Clarkes before nuzzling his nose against her lips, reaching down to capture her lower lip between his teeth, pulling on the flesh ever so slightly. The young man was so caught in the moment, a feeling of euphoria rushing through his entire body. Lightning and thunder continued to roar and flash in the sky above. Leaves were scattered around and somewhere deeper inside the forest, some branches were tossed about.
Readjusting to the present moment, Bellamy locked eyes with Clarke and realized how unsafe it was to be outside in the middle of his crazy storm. They needed to get back inside. Clarke looked like she was alright now and Bellamy had successfully reassured her of his love. Then, Bellamy carried the blonde in a bridal style carry from the ground. One arm was underneath her neck, one arm was underneath her knees, and Clarkes head rested underneath his chin. The jacket on his back was wrapped over Clarkes upper body and face to keep the rain out of her face. The walk back to the dropship took ten minutes and the storm had not calmed down one bit. They entered through the front door, walking inside with the others. They smelled horrible and looked even worse but that didnt matter.
Are you okay, Clarke? He asked softly, his lips pressing against her ears.
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Clarke let Bellamy carry her back to the drop ship out of the storm. It still wasnt dying down and it had been over an hour or more. Most of the other young prisoners parted ways so Bellamy could get through with Clark. His younger sibling was somewhere on the top level, not wanting to deal with anybody else. Someone verified Octavia was safe and he just gave a simple nod. He carried Clarke into the back of the ship where some of the seats were and set her down in one. She was breathing slow but heavy and felt Bellamy press his forehead to hers, he was crouched to be eye level with her in the seat. Some of the inmates had solar paneled lanterns on in various places giving some minimum light aiding the lightening you could see from the opened bay door. Clarke was soaking wet and she wish she had clean towels, a hot shower with soap and clothes but that hadnt happened since she was on the ark and even then it had been months prior since she was in her own quarters. That was all a huge sacrifice to witness the beautiful storm, to witness Bellamy and life and love itself.
Clarke was once again quiet, she didnt need to speak. Bellamy had spoken enough words for the both of them. She was so exhausted she was falling asleep and Bellamy would lift her off the uncomfortable chairs sliding to the floor in a corner. He would let him lean back, with her on his lap, her back to his front as she was lying with her head beside the crook of his neck. His arms would be wrapped around her, protective. He wouldnt let anyone hurt her. He wouldnt ever be satisfied without her being near. His cheek would graze against her forehead now and then. He would stay awake just a little while watching the others settle down in the drop-ship. Now and then she would see one of the three girls Vanessa was with eye him but they would always leave. Bellamy would eventually fall asleep as the storm faded out as the sun started to rise, but clouds still cluttered the sky, preventing the sun from shining through down to the forest ground.
Clarke would have slept a total of six hours, not nearly enough but enough for a small boost. The drop ship would have more light thanks to the gloomy hot humid morning. She would open her eyes, drooling on Bellamy. She would see he was still asleep. She didnt want to dare move knowing he would stir. She would feel his lips gently pressing on her temple, letting her know he already was. She looked up at him. He looked fucking horrible. His lip was busted, his nose wasnt broken but it was fractured maybe? Both of his eyes were pretty bruised, one being a black eye, bruises decorated certain parts of his face. He had some sort of laceration on his left shoulder blade from her throwing him against a wall in the drop-ship.
Clarke eyes were wide and concerned looking at him but he seemed perfectly calm. She was scared to even kiss him but apparently that wasnt going to stop him. He met her lips gently, she could feel the dried blood on his lips. She wanted to moan out but didnt. She kept deadly silent with her eyes closed as he pulled away. There was something horribly attractive about how vulnerable he was physically, with how brutally Octavia decorated his facial features. Clarke also wouldnt realize the rain helped a little, as they were no longer white but there was large stains on her pants and shirt and her underwear from him the previous night.
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Rested, but not well rested, Bellamy woke minutes before Clarke. They both looked beaten down from the rain while Bellamys rugged look was only increased thanks to the work of his lovely sister, Octavia. No grudges were held, though, at least not by Bellamy. Octavia could have threatened his life with a gun but he would not have even fought back. Thankfully, the weather and the mood around camp appeared calmer than the previous night. For a few minutes, Bellamy and his girlfriend enjoyed cuddling and kissing to greet the morning together. They smelled horrible and their clothes were ruined. It was uncomfortable.
The dropship was full of the delinquents and it made Bellamy feel claustrophobic. If the packed ship impacted the male in such a way, he only imagined the feeling as being worse for Clarke. They needed to get fresh air and examine the damage. As the leader of these teenagers, Bellamy felt motivated to take note of whatever needed repair. The howling wind last night must have destroyed something.
Were taking a walk together, Clarke. Well grab a couple breakfast bars and some water then well just enjoy nature.
That was the plan and Bellamy finally stood to his feet, helping the blonde into a standing position as well. Greeting the love of his life with a bright smile, the young man wanted to give Clarke a firm peck on the lips before moving out. Near the exit, a bag containing various energy bars were situated on a table. The remaining bars were blueberry granola bars so Bellamy grabbed one for himself and Clarke along with a bottle of water in an adjacent cooler. Bellamy peeled the wrapper back and started chowing down on his small breakfast. They really needed to find animals in the woods they could hunt. The rations remaining from the dropship were significantly lowering only days after landing.
With his right hand in Clarkes left, Bellamy carried the bottle of water and granola bar in his left hand. The couple strolled out of the camp and past the gate that was halfway completed. It was the next important objective to complete on their agenda. Some of the fence around the camp was damaged and setback the progress but Bellamy chose not to feel discouraged. Besides the damage to the outskirts of the camp, everything else remained relatively untouched. Trees were down in the forest, though. It might have been dangerous in some areas.
Bellamy had concealed a map in his pocket and removed it to glance through their surroundings. They passed a fresh body of water and nearly two hundred yards west in an unexplored territory, Bellamy lost his footing, released Clarkes hand, and toppled to the ground. A flurry of swear words left his lips before recovering and sitting back upright, noticing a protrusion from inside the ground. After clearing some foliage away, he found there was a hatch. It took both himself and Clarke exerting every ounce of strength and power before the hatch was yanked open. Bellamy shone a flashlight inside.
This must have been an underground bunker someone built before the radiation hit. It doesnt look like they made it.
Nothing was heard from inside but Bellamy was curious and decided to descend first. Once inside, Bellamy tapped on the metal walls before entering, deciding that was the best tactic to draw whoever or whatever was down here if anything at all. It remained silent so he called for Clarke to join him and close the hatch. By the time Clarke reached the bottom of the ladder, Bellamy was laughing in disbelief when he flicked the light switch and the lights actually flared on, illuminating a picturesque underground bunker.
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Clarke had struggled but closed the hatch and was climbing down. It was dark and she was trying not to lose her own footing, the last thing she needed was to get injured down here. Bellamy was shining a flashlight to give her some sight. By the time she hit the bottom step of the latter and her feet met the concrete flooring, Bellamy was laughing. He flicked a huge switch on the wall and the lights flickered and remained on. You could hear a light buzzing. The lights were very minimum in light but enough. She knew this bunker had to have been dedicates old. She wondered if they would find corpses, by now it would be skeletons. They followed a tunnel with the lights flickering now and then to another door. Bellamy pulled it open, it looked like the equivalent of a hatch door you would see on a naval ship. They opened the door and you had to step over it to get to the next section. It was cooler down here, not freezing but definitely a good decrease from being beneath the ground. It also smelled very abandoned.
Once through the second hatch door you could see awhole living quarters. It looked like something out of a sc-fi movie. What was even more awkward is the style of it. It now no longer looked like a bunker but some half converted little old house, with a living area and dining area and small kitchen. You could tell it must have been dates back from the early twentieth century or before. The both of them stood there a little shocked. Clarke walked forward and looking around the living room. Bellamy had crossed the path toward the kitchen and started checking cabinets. The lights were on but so far other appliances wasnt, it least not yet. The kitchen cabinets were empty as the was turned off fridge. It was as if it was built, maybe lived in temporarily, but then abandoned. Clarke left Bellamy in the kitchen and living area and went through another door that led to alarge pantry.
It was fully stocked but what caught her breath was that all the stored food was in special pressurized storage containers, all the containers had wires hooked up going into the walls. She walked up to one and observed, the lights were green and the date on the digital screens read way into the future. This food must have been sustainable for hundreds of years from when it was stored in 1999. She pushed a button and went wide eyes as it decompressed, smoke could be seen and it clicked. She opened the container and inside was what looked likedried food, vegetables of all sorts. Bellamy was behind her now, seeing all of it.
Bellamy there's like enough food here for a long time.especially if all these containers are filled.we have to let the others--- She saw his face serious, his eyes showing a side she hadnt seen but not deviant. His facial expression told her he didnt plan to tell any of the others. She got quiet and looked back into the container pulling out more packages of food.
We cant keep this from them.thats not fair or right? She asked looking up at him. He was opening other containers from another storage shelf, he didnt say anything. BellamyShe said and he kept looking away momentarily before facing her.
I have to teach them to fend for themselves, survival of the fittest. We need to hunt, we found fresh water, we build.we still try to see if all that supplies is at the base on the mountain. We build upwe keep this between us. This is yours. My main concern is you and Octavia and I cant tell her right now.He said closing the container.
"The others will find out eventually?She reasoned.
Not if we do it the right way, every time we come here we can bring natural supplies back.were gonna have to start sending people out to do tasks soon anyway. By the time this is discovered, the others will fill at home above ground.I promise you that.
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Observantly, Bellamy watched Clarkes facial expression. Apparently she was the more moral between the two. These supplies almost helped ensure survival of everyone inside the camp. Fear was the most powerful emotion. Well, it was either fear or love. Fear made people do astronomical things and accomplish incredible feats. With fear of dying of exposure or running out of supplies, the wall should be constructed quicker. More delinquents should volunteer for hunting groups and search parties to explore the world around them. They needed it in order to survive. Yes, Bellamy was lying to 97 other people, including his sister, about this place.
Well, he saw it as an omission of certain details. Either way he cut it, this could get ugly. Nonetheless, Bellamy was more interested in exploring the entire bunker instead of talking about what was right and what was wrong. There were two bedrooms. Each bedroom had a bathroom inside with a shower. Curious, Bellamy turned the warm water knob inside the larger bedroom and heard a few sputtering before the water began pouring out of the shower head. This was unbelievable and Bellamy called out to Clarke, telling her that they had running water here. Not wanting to waste a drop, Bellamy turned it off promptly afterwards.
Since he had been beaten, Bellamy noticed a few things with Clarke. It seemed she almost felt entranced with these injuries. It was nothing concrete but Bellamy wondered if she had a secret fetish or like of him being battered and beaten. That was why he decided to keep quiet about the first aid kits he found and allow the bruises and cuts show on his face. If she liked that rugged look, Bellamy figured she could get plenty of chances to see that. He wondered about taking a shower with her but decided to leave the dirty and grime around longer as well.
Beyond the bedrooms, Bellamy found a generator room where different water and air filtration systems for them to use. This place was incredible. The luckily had lines upon lines of full gasoline cans that were filled with the fuel that ran these generators. They could keep this going for a while and he hoped they found more gasoline somewhere. Everything was looking up right now and Bellamy felt ecstatic. This was going to be an amazing find for them and he felt no hurry to return to camp.
After exploring this area, the last major room of the bunker was some kind of game room or relaxation room. Books, old television sets, record players, and other items Bellamy was unfamiliar with. He grinned, imagining this bunker as a nice getaway for himself and for the girl he loved. It was their escape from each day that was stressful back at camp. They were dealing with so much already and Bellamy wanted to make sure that Clarke was always relaxed and well rested, keeping her anxiety controlled. After exploring this area, he decided to pull Clarke towards one of the larger bedrooms.
I know you didnt sleep that much last night. We dont exactly have fancy beds. I think we should try this out. Maybe we can shower together, too.Sure, it might was away the dirt, sweat, and grime from the past few days but his nicks, cuts, busted lip, and other bruises would persist. It might feel nice getting cleaned up. Plus, he wanted to see Clarkes body again and he felt like if he got her nude again, he could convince her to have sex with him and have a fun time together on this bed.
Make up your mind. Im going to start some of the water now. I saw some clothing in the closets. You can pick out something for me if you want.Bellamy told her his sizes and wondered if she wanted to see him wearing anything specific. After stripping off his dirty, wet shirt, Bellamy dropped it onto the ground and leaned into the shower, turning on the warm water again before kicking off his shoes and his socks next, testing out the water with his hand, adding the cooler water when it was needed.
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Clark heard Bellamy say he was going to take a quick shower, his voice lingered down the hall as if blindly inviting her to join. She hadnt seen him completely naked and the thought of that made her flush bright red. No man had ever seen her naked, her father as he raised her. She deliberately avoided the bathroom and headed into one of the bedrooms. This bedroomlooked like it must have belonged to parents as theother room was decorated with child like decor. She took a few minutes to browse the medium sized bedroom and looked into the closet and saw clothing, it was old and smelled a little weird but it was better than what they had on. She skimmed through it and pulled out some clothing for Bellamy, jeans and a black t-shirt. She observed the clothing and got lost in doing such a trivial activity. These clothing once belonged to somebody down here, they told a story, everything did. What happened to them? We're they alive? We're they old, did they survive? She decided on something comfortable and not to exposing.
She walked down the hall back to the bathroomand saw steam, she hadnt seen steam or had hot water since being back on the ark. She stood there watching the steam and light reflect out into the hallway as everything else was dimly lit. She leaned her shoulder against the door, not showing herself, getting lost in her own thoughts, watching the steam rise.
Clarke.is that you? You alright?She heard his voice, so soft but warm. She pushed up and poked her head in and saw him in the shower, scrubbing himself down. He had soap suds everywhere and the room smelled different, like cologne possibly? They never got a lot of scented things back on the ark, everything was limited. She loved the smell, it had tones of what seemed like wood and musk? He poked his head out giving her that famous gorgeous smile. In the bright light of the bathroom she could see how bad he had taken a beating and cringed slightly.
Im rushing so you can have hot water.come on.He said scrubbing his thick hair with soap and shaking it underneath the stream.
Clarke smiled faintly, he would sense her hesitance and she just stood there awkwardly. She didnt undress and instead plopped on the toilet and sat there, just soaking up the steam. It made her clothes which was already in dirt and grime stick to her body.
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Completely engrossed with Clarke, Bellamy shut the water off. Clearly, she needed a gentle nudge forward. Stepping out of the shower and dropping a towel onto the ground, he faced Clarke, his nude body muscular and sculpted showing with those bruises and marks from his experience on the ground. Crouching down beside of Clarke, he first removed any shoes and socks she wore.You can join me in the shower, Clarke, its okay. Dont just sit out here.Something told Bellamy that she wanted to join him but even his vocal invitation was not good enough for her. She might have still been doubtful in her mind.
Because he already knew her so well, he understood this and decided to help Clarke take the next step forward. The next item of clothing he removed was whatever pants or shorts she sported from the closet, neatly placing her disposed clothing onto the sink, folding them neatly. Next, the male worked on removing Clarkes shirt, giving her a kiss on the lips before touching her body. Whatever underwear she wore underneath her clothing, that was removed last. Soon enough, Bellamy had stripped Clarke down fully. He also knew to keep a monitor on her breathing and anxiety. When she started breathing harder before her shirt was removed, he stopped touching her shirt and held her hand instead, kissing the girls palm, hoping to keep her calm.
Whenever she showed these signs, he stopped and whispered that he loved her and that she had nothing to worry about. When she finally sat nude, Bellamy admiringly looked at her body, not with this crazy stare, but his eyes looked at Clarke like she was the most precious thing in the world. It was light-hearted, sweet, and loving. Everything was calm for Bellamy, his chest falling and rising at a slowed rate though it did increase once Clarke was nude simply because her natural beauty was overwhelming. Did he really have her in his life? How did the most beautiful girl in the world love him? Bellamy was thankful.
Gracefully, he pulled Clarke into the shower, holding both of her hands.If you will allow me, Id love to wash your body. I just want you to stand there, relax, and close your eyes if you want. Youre my Princess and I want to treat you like one. I want to touch every inch of your body because every inch of you is beautiful. I love you more than words could express and I think this is an intimate, loving moment were sharing. I want to make the most of it with you.
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Clarke held Bellamys strong hands as she stepped carefully into he porcelain tub. He pulled the curtains back isolating them in the small area. Her eyes freely wandered over Bellamy, his toes, his feet all the way up his muscular legs and thighs. She quickly passed over his junk and up to his beautiful injured face. It looked horrible but somehow he was still gorgeous, like a warrior would be in battle. She could almost day dream and picture what Bellamy would have looked like as a native in battle dedicates ago. Then her thoughts went south so quickly, about his sister. What if she continued to rebel against the thought of them? Her eyes closed as the shower was turned on and hot purified water started cascading down Clarke, she opened her eyes wide as Bellamy was smiling. She let the water consume her for a few minutes before Bellamy grabbed another bar of soap, this one smelled different than his.it smelled of a garden in the spring. He held it underneath the rain of water lathering it until it got soapy. Already some of the sweat, grime was washing off. The water was a dirty light brown going down the drain.
Bellamy started washing her arms, taking delicate time to make sure every inch of her body was in suds. He used his hands and the suds to gently message and scrub her perfect body. He had seen many girls over recent years, most of them were flawless in their own ways but Clarke was different. She seemed more natural, slightly more curvier in places, just a tiny bit bigger in places that was normal like her thighs and behind. She wasnt what would even be considered beautiful on the ark but she was her own and thats all that mattered. Bellamy couldnt believed he had laid eyes on her in the ark, if it would have mattered? He could still picture her running, panicking and him catching her into his chest. That moment replayed over and over.
After a few minutes her body was rinsing of all the suds and the small bathroom smelled of thick flowers, but Bellamy grabbed a bottle and squirt some into his hand and Clarke slightly bent down as he worked his hands carefully through her hair. He did it so well, like a parent would. She imagined he took care of Octavia.
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Every inch of Clarkes body had been caressed by Bellamys large, calloused hands. From Clarkes head down to her feet, her skin was covered with soap suds. Even with a neutral expression on her face, Bellamy thought Clarkes aura shined brightly like an angel descending from heaven. The sight of Clarke Griffin in the shower was one of the major wonders of the world. Before making another move, the dark-haired male ensured Clarkes body was rinsed thoroughly. A wash cloth was needed in between her thighs and legs for washing the suds away. It had been a delicate process, something Bellamy took pride in doing. Her soft skin glowed and felt velvety to the touch. Crouching in front of Clarke, Bellamys warm lips kissed across both thighs and above her belly button, across her abdomen. Once he stood upright again, Bellamy placed his hands onto her waist, his palms caressing the crest of her hipbone.
It was Bellamys turn. Slipping underneath the full blast of water, he felt a warmth of water with just a touch of cool drenching his body. The water soothed whatever ache clawed at Bellamys muscles, no longer tense. Understanding that Clarke might not wash his body on her own volition, the ambitious leader devised a plan. Taking the more masculine bar of soap in Clarkes right palm, Bellamy wrapped his own hand around her wrist, helping her begin. From both sides of his neck, down his shoulders, and down his arms, Bellamy guided Clarke in the same manner he washed her body minutes before. The next area he guided Clarkes hand was onto his chest and down his abdomen, showing her it was enjoyable for him. In fact, he condoned her hands on his body, wanting the blonde to let loose and explore.
Its up to you, now.Bellamy whispered, turning away from Clarke. His guidance ended with the back of his body. Everything led up to this moment where Clarke would explore his body without his help guiding her hand. However long it took, Bellamys palms and fingers remained splayed against the shower wall until she finished. Returning the bar of soap onto the proper shelf, Bellamy turned and arched his body in various positions until the soap had been rinsed away. The dirt and grime washed down the drain but the rugged look, bruises and marks on his body remained. He wrapped one hand around the metal knob and turned off the hot and cold water. Soon, the only remaining evidence of the shower was a periodic drip falling from the metal shower head.Are you interested in showering together again in the future?The male asked, handing Clarke a towel to dry herself. It was simple, but an intimate moment in the shower nonetheless. Bellamy foresaw many more showers with Clarke in the future.
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Clarke welcomed the warm to hot pebbles of water caressing her skin. Water had always made Clarke feel peaceful, even if it was just limited pressures and time frames to shower on the Ark. She had once in her adolescent years secretly devises a cleansing technique. It was taught from endless nights of researching mediation and spiritual religions that once used to be practiced on earth. She would always silently ask the water to dissolve all the thoughts and emotions stressing her. She would envision the water extinguishing the inflamed emotions. In this case she didnt want Bellamy extinguished, she still couldnt quite believe he was real and so open, so raw in his desire for her.
She followed Bellamys lead and watched as he guided her own hands to do his bidding. He turned and she finally used her own will to let her body gently scrub his muscular build. His skin was so dark compared to hers but it was beautifully tanned. She had no idea what ancestry he held but she was betting a combination of Australian and Filipino. As every part of his body was washed but his private she peeked up at him but knew he wouldnt want her to be shy, to be embarrassed. She had made him cum last night and though Bellamy was one to have his adventures, that didn't happen often.
She let the soapy rag carefully slide down his lower abdomen until she was able to grasp it with the soapy washcloth, she watched in awe as the suds coated his member and then let the washcloth fall so it was just her hand now messaging him clean. He seemed to enjoy it and she felt his busted lips ever so slightly peck her forehead lovingly. She continued to stroke and clean him until she felt he was clean and looked up as they shared a soft kiss. By that time he rinsed off. He turned off the water, she watched as the water dripped off of him. The water now was clear meaning they were probably cleaner than all the other prisoners.
Clarke used a towel and it felt a little stiff but did the job, she imagined nothing had been washed down here in ages. Her mind once again got distracted as she dried off mindlessly thinking about the bunker. She wrapped the towel around her and tied it quickly and followed Bellamy into the bedroom. He on the other hand roamed freely, not shy about exposing his body in front of Clarke.
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Behind Clarke, Bellamy reached down towards the knot in the bath towel and released the grip. Once it had fallen to the ground, he wrapped his arms gently around her waist, wanting to quell Clarkes fears.
Clarke, I understand youve never been like this with any guy before. I know you must feel nervous and anxious. I know I cant change that but I want you to know a few things. I love you so much. Regardless of what my sister does or what anyone else thinks, that will never change. I no longer see a life for myself without you. Im happy that were together. Your body is perfect from head to toe. I love every inch of your body. I want you to become comfortable like this around me. I will never judge you. I will never hurt you.
Pausing, Bellamy slipped in front of Clarke so their eyes locked together and his hands gently cupped her face, slowly stroking her cheek with the pads of his thumbs.
I wish it did not take me almost 24 years to meet you. I wish we could have met sooner. Im just happy were together now and I want to make the most of everything. I love you so much, Clarke Griffin. If you can do anything, I want you to let loose and relax.
Pulling the blonde onto the bed, he gently tugged Clarke down onto her stomach where he climbed on top of the girl, straddling over her thighs. Both of his large hands began massaging her shoulders, moving down her arms, and finally down to her waist.
I want to make love to you tonight, Clarke. If not tonight, then soon. I want to make you feel better than you ever have. We explored one another already, made each other cum. I think we should take the next step together. If youre willing, I do have a few deep fantasies I want to share with you, things Ive never done with any girl Ive been with before.
Clarke might not be his absolute first, but she could be his first for something. That made it all the more intimate. Finally, Bellamy removed himself from Clarke and flipped the blonde onto her back so the massage continued on the front of her shoulders, down her abdomen, hoping to relax and ease those muscles in her body. The love was shining in his eyes and the dark-haired male kept their eyes locked together, unwilling to look away, enjoying this intimate moment regardless of what happened.
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Clarke was gently laid upon the back on her stomach, Bellamy had grabbed a pillow for her to place underneath her breast and chest to hold. She rested her head on some of the pillow and her eyes widened as she felt him crawl over and straddle her, it was sudden and she felt his erection. Hard, soft and warm against her moist skin but as he messaged her shoulders it distracted her mind, it felt good as he worked the tension out of her shoulders. She was silent and for the moment Bellamy let her be silent, he knew she wasnt much of a talker as she was a thinker. His hands worked around her shoulders, to her neck and back down her arms. Minutes passed and he had messaged every part of her body putting her into a sleepy relaxed state.
Bellamy had leaned forward, his massive body hovering as he kissed her cheek and noticed her eyes were closed.
His princess had fallen asleep on him. That had not escalated the way he had hoped but it didnt matter. He knew the young woman he had fallen in love with was psychically and mentally exhausted. He knew in time he would get to show her what it was like to make love, she had to be willing and ready. It was kind of funny to think how he was with the girl of his dreams and he had yet to fuck her. Most other girls it was always quick, easy.sometimes fun but right now it was different. It wasnt about a release or just fun, all that mattered was Clarke.
Bellamy got dressed into the clean clothes Clarke had sat out for him and took time to really observe the bunker. He had found where the generators were that kept the bunker running. He also found the water and air purifiers, pipes were installed and he imagined the water really came from a water scarce above. He checked the maintenance and he would need to study them more but they were running for now. He came back into the main bunker and saw Clarke was still out and peacefully sleeping. She was so normal, so peaceful snuggled under the blankets he had placed over her.
He didn't want to leave her but he did have others to command for now. She was safe here, she was safer down here than she was above ground. She had more access to things to survive than the rest of the prisoners. He couldnt even tell Octavia until she was calm enough. So instead he hid a couple of snacks in his pockets from the pantry, he took very small things wanting to let Clarke figure out how the pantry systems worked. He found paper and a pen laying around in the entertainment area and wrote her a quick note. That he would return, to not stay safe and get rest. He would lie to the others and tell them she had taken off to look for supplies her self. He barely kissed her forehead, bent down to watch her sleeping. She was precious, maybe it was selfish, out of all the prisoners who was relying on him to keep them alive, to lead him, he just worried about one.
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Before leaving, something caught Bellamys eye. In the corner of the living room area, he found a gigantic notebook pad with colored pencils, markers, and other art utensils. It was perfect! The young man knew about Clarkes love for art. She did not talk much but art was something she seemed more than willing to talk about. Bringing the instruments onto the table, he sat everything beside the note he left. Adding to the note, Bellamy told her that he found these in the living room and thought she might like them. It brought a smile to his face, just imagining her drawing and creating art again. With the anxiety she had, maybe that could help calm her in times of stress. Of course, at the end of the note, he wrote an I love you and signed his name beneath it. Taking one last glance into the bedroom, he made sure that Clarke was peaceful and safe before climbing up the ladder and out of the ground.
Once he was outside, Bellamy shut the hatch and locked it, holding tightly onto the key. Nobody from the outside was getting in. Lastly, he covered the hatch with the same thick grass as before and jotted down a note on the map of where it was though his memory was pure and he should not have any trouble. Walking back to camp, Bellamy took notice of everything. The walls were slowly constructed and Bellamy pitched in. In a stark contrast from the first day on the ground, most of the delinquents were getting serious and acting how they should. Once, his eyes caught Octavia in and around the camp but he knew better than to approach her. She needed space. Returning to the present, Bellamy continued building the walls.
Another thirty minutes later, one of the delinquents called Bellamys name in a panic. It was a girl and one of her friends had gone missing since last night. Of course, Bellamy dismissed the claims as the guy could have merely been exploring and there was nothing to worry about, but the girl was hysterical. Finally, Bellamy took three of his most trusted allies in camp to form a search party. The last they knew of, the missing juvenile had gone out into the nearest water source but did not return. They reached the pond without any trace. They had been looking through the woods for five minutes when they found some evidence.
Blood. There was a trail. Following the trail, they ended up finding a body. It was the delinquent. There was a spear in his chest. The delinquents did not have these weapons on the dropship. They were not alone on the planet. It was impossible, but the proof was in front of their eyes. Yanking the spear out of the chest cavity, Bellamy inspected it, deciding they should keep it. Who would use this weapon, though? Did these people not have any technology. Finally, Bellamy ordered that they bring the body back and bury him outside of camp respectfully. Meanwhile, they needed to quickly accelerate the construction of the walls. Even though he should have told the camp about the threat, he kept that to himself, swearing the others to secrecy because panic was not something they needed in camp right now.
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Clarke had slept for hours. She wasnt even sure what time it was when she stirred. She jolted upwards in panic until she realized where she was, still safe in the bunker under layers of blankets. She looked around and could hear the background noise of the HVAC systems...possibly the air purifier? She sat up and realized she was still completely bare from head to toe. Her hair was soft, silky and very wavy, naturally. She smelled good from the shower last night. It all felt like dream, everything. It was hard to grasp reality when everything felt surreal, her life on the Ark, her father dying, being a prisoner and then being sent here and they survived. Then last but not least, Bellamy Blake; he had happened. He was happening. She remembered the night before and closed her eyes in self defeat. She had denied him of making love and felt horrible. She had fallen asleep but everything felt so good, she was so relaxed. Her eyes watered at the thought of him possibly being upset, abandoning her but she had to get control of those distorted thoughts. She would be ok no matter what, right? He must have tucked her in, but he left? Her first thought was to get dressed and head back to the camp.
She got dressedand decided to look more through the unused clothes that were left. She found some old worn jeans, these jeans would have been to die for items on the Ark. She was a little insecure so she still pulled on tight black leggings underneath and then pulled on the ripped jeans. She was a little curvier so it was a little hard but she got them both on. She had found a normal bra, it wasnt anything to fancy but it was better than the ragged dirtied one she had worn for the past week. She then pulled on a striped long sleeve shirt and pulled a sweater over it. It was a little colder underground and the temperature was controlled so it felt good to be in layered clothes. She wasn't one to flaunt herself anyway, she wasn't raised like that. She was still gorgeous in just simple clothing. She could of modeled in another life, another reality, like when the earth was at its brink of technology before things went to hell.
She had grabbed socks but hadnt put them on and was looking for shoes, if any were left. Thats when she went into themain living areaand saw the note from Bellamy. She grabbed the notepad holding it up. He instructed her to not leave bunker which she knew was coming. He went to go check on the group and wanted her to rest. She wouldnt realize it was the next day and she had slept through a whole day and half a night. Then her eyes went wide when she saw lots of arts supplies. She hadnt seen art supplies since being younger on the Ark, but even then it as limited, not much color to work with. She laughed out in shock, going back and forth from his note to the art supplies.
She wanted badly to leave and go to the bunker and normally she wasnt very good at listening and followed her own heart but she somehow was able to listen to the instructions of Bellamy. She sighed sitting on an old couch in the bunker. The thought of keeping this place and the supplies to themselves seemed selfish. Did Bellamy just want them to live here off and on? She wondered if anyone was worried about her above, probably not besides the asshole that turned her father in. She really needed to be easier on him and forgive, her mind was always racing. She leaned back closing her eyes. She rested her eyes almost falling back to sleep but woke up pushing off the couch.
She headed back to the pantry and tried to study the systems that kept the food fresh and preserved. What they were yet to discover is the bunker went further underground and there were more living quarters, an underground indoor greenhouse to grow food, and a place to irrigate through it. The bunker they were in now was just the hidden entrance, where a family would stay to guard the city. It wasnt a city, not close but big enough. That would be discovered in time. The prisoners alone would fit in the bunkers, but it be a little cramped. For now Bellamy was helping them survive above ground which was a skill they all needed to learn.
Clarke was starving and selfishly depressurized a couple food pods and took out dried food, a couple bottles of flavored made drinks. She sat down on the concrete floor cross-legged eating dried jerky, chugging the orange carbonated bottled drink. She was curious and there was a food pod next to her and it was labeled sweets and she opened it and pulled out awhite wrapped candy barand was grinning ear to ear as she tore into it; it was actual chocolate with almonds. She took huge bites making noises enjoying the taste. She leaned back as if she was experiencing some sort of high.
After eating until she was more than just full she got up and decided to mess withsome of the art supplies they had found. She was unaware there were even more supplies, even ones undiscovered in the levels unknown. She used the simple notebook and used colored pencils and markers to just doodle. Even her doodles were something spectacular; they werent as good as her artwork that was still in a prison cell miles above the earth.
She was able to not worry about her mother and family above. How the wrist bands were being taken off the prisoners slowly without her knowledge. Above, the council would believe prisoners were dying because the earth was possibly not safe. Clarke filled up half the notebook before sneaking in more snacks and went to the bedroom to explore, she ended up typing and fell asleep in the children's room on the bottom bunk. She went into a deep sleep thinking of everything, all thoughts found their way back to Bellamy, dark in her imagination.
There's something in the look you give
I cant help myself I fall
I cant help myself at all
There's something in your touch when we kiss
I scream god forgive me please
Cause I want you on your knees
Meanwhile the day turned into night as Clarkes body and mind were resting and getting nourished, hence why she was able to get more hours of sleep. It was her mind's way of coping with what was happening. Bellamy late in the night, under the secrecy and shadows of the thick forest would make his way back to the bunker. He would climb down, trying to be discrete and silent.Clarke was out like a kid taking a power nap.Bellamy would have secured the doors and expected to possibly see her awake and anxious, but instead he saw art supplies covering the tables and floor, saw some of her small work in the basic lined notepad paper. He also peeked in and saw she had done exactly what he hoped, eat some of food, more than he thought. She had forgotten to clean up the mess of hers and he smirked.
He decided to get cleaned up and not wake her as he was pretty dirty; he didn't want her to see the stains of his own blood and someone else's. He trashed the clothes and took a quick shower, getting dressed in anotherplain white t-shirt and black jeans.
He didnt want to bother her and used his time quietly to explore more of the bunker they were in. He found some reading glasses and tried them, they made things just a tad bit bigger which was helpful. He had gotten out some of the old maps which he wondered if they were maps of the area.
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Lying to the masses was not something Bellamy did lightly. If there were 97 delinquents running around, panicked about the possibility that they were indeed not alone in this world, things could get ugly. Not only were they alone, but these other humans looked ferocious and attacked savagely. People would ask about the delinquent they buried but Bellamy and his close-knit group of soldiers he recruited to keep guard over the camp would tell everyone that it was merely a wild animal. It was likely, too. Animals were mutated now thanks to the radiation. In fact, they spotted one of these animals on the walk back to camp. It was a deer, mutated with two faces. It was not aggressive, though. It ran away from the group but one could only imagine with other genetic mutations because of the radiation, some animals were monsters. Of course, Bellamy had to hide the spear somewhere it would not be found by anyone. It could prove as a useful weapon and even teach the 100 about this new threat. Once they returned to camp, Bellamy helped dig the grave, saddened that they already were burying one of their own.
Thankfully, the news of wild animals that were more aggressive than what they learned about in history books frightened the teenagers. The prospect of rabid animals scared them but not enough to make them panic and forget their work. If anything, they worked on the wall faster. After Bellamy helped put the delinquent to rest, they covered his grave and respectfully marked it with a wooden cross. A couple of Bellamys close workers went to seek out anyone that was close to him and give them closure. The older male moved back inside of the camp and continued helping with an agenda of his own. He knew when the Ark landed, if it did, they would surely persecute him for his crimes. First of all, he highly doubted that these delinquents were going to be forgiven of their crimes. Secondly, he KNEW that his crime of murdering the Chancellor was not a forgivable crime under any circumstance. Therefore, Bellamy had to make sure the Ark stayed in space. He got lucky since the crash knocked out direct radio communication from the dropship and the Ark but some of the tech savvy members of the criminals were using some wristbands that were snapped off someones wrist, redoing the wiring in hopes of making contact.
Bellamy grabbed all the spare wristbands and burned them behind the camp so they were no longer of use. People were suspicious about Bellamy but he convinced a decent amount of his peers that the Ark was not going to forgive them. They should remove their wristbands so it looks like they are dead and the planet was not safe. If they did this completely, the leaders of the Ark would not chance by landing on the ground because they do think they were the last of humanity. Now that Bellamy pondered it, the idea seemed ridiculous that nobody survived the blast. Shaking his head, that was a problem for another day. Back inside the camp, he went to find Octavia but she was giving him a cold shoulder. All he did was ensure that she was eating well and staying hydrated. As much as he wanted to stay and keep an eye on her all night long, he waited until he saw her retire into her tent for sleep. Only a few workers remained on the wall at night while some were on guard duty.
Bellamy told one of the guards that he was going to make sure Clarke was alright since she had not returned. As far as anyone else in cap knew, Clarke just went to search herself for medical supplies that could be produced by plants and other natural mechanisms. With the new knowledge he had about other humans existing already, he just prayed that Clarke did stay put in the bunker. When the male arrived, he saw that the hatch was covered exactly how he left it. Crawling down, he sneaked through the bunker, took a shower, changed clothes, and admired Clarkes artwork. Talent did not even come close to accurately describing it. She was the best artist in the world if someone asked him. Bellamy fell in love with her drawings immediately despite never being an art fanatic. Another hour passed by and Bellamy found himself something to eat. It was meager compared to what Clarke had, but he wanted Clarke to eat the most anyways to keep her energy up. Their supplies were limited back in camp. These supplies were for Clarke. This was not how a good leader should act but Bellamy refused to put anyones health above Clarkes. Yes, he was clouded by love and he was not ashamed.
After ditching the glasses and dimming the lights and candles, Bellamy returned into the bedroom where Clarke was looking so peaceful. It made him smile wide. As much as he wanted to lay in bed with her, there was no room and she looked beautiful like this. Finally, he decided to take a look at the plush carpet and realized it was soft and probably comfortable. Needing to be close with the blonde, he just allowed himself to lower his body down onto the ground beside of the bed. Whenever Clarke woke up, she could see him lying down beside her. After stealing one final glance, Bellamy whispered a soft I love you to Clarke before grabbing a pillow off the top bunk bed and made sure that Clarke was tucked in nicely before allowing his own eyes to close so he could drift off to sleep. Honestly, he had no idea what could be happening tomorrow but he just knew that whatever hardship they faced, things were going to be alright. This place was a godsend. Bellamy got lucky for tripping over this hatch in the first place. Otherwise, he would have never found it.
It took him a few minutes but he finally fell asleep. Of course, his dreams were peaceful. Not everything in his life was peaceful but his dreams were consistent with having Clarke in his arms as they explored their bunker. He imagined being a model for her to draw. He imagined running through the grassy meadows on Earth, the kinds of meadows their generation had only dreamed about seeing one day. There was no chance that they could have this moment until last week when they were sent here. It was not entirely peaceful nor was it entirely safe. Still, Bellamy knew it was better than whatever they had on the Ark. If they were still there, Clarke would have been floated soon and so would have Bellamys sister. Even if she hated him for this, he was still here and watching over her despite how angry it made Octavia and how annoyed she felt. Nonetheless, the only activity inside his brain during this slumber was peaceful and he slept incredibly well.
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Clark stayed in a steady sleep, her body was slowly healing from the emotional and psychical trauma brought on from being a prisoner on the ark and being banished to Earth. Her mind had peaceful residual images, memories until her subconscious fell into a deeper sleep. With that deeper sleep came more prominent powerful memories, memories that would haunt her to the day she died. She could remember trying to reason with her father, begging him to let her help, standing her ground. She felt his warm secure embrace and in those exact moments is when the cops came to take him away to his death. Her mind had replayed the memory so many times, envisioning what would of happen if she had just done one thing differently.
She breathed out a little heavier than normal and her eyes jolted open, her body remaining laying down. She gulped and slowly exhaled as she realized where she was. Her eyes stung from tears, the memories could be so vivid. She clenched her fists underneath the blankets and rose up silently holding a fist to her mouth, she didnt want to cry out. She was always strong, always hiding her emotions, her faults, her anxiety. She bit her knuckles as silent tears trickled down her hot cheeks. She was about to push off the covers and scoot out from underneath the childs bunk bed, as she peered through the makeshift curtains she noticed Bellamy asleep. She wasnt expecting him to be there and a small gasp came out in a weird noise. She. Sucked in a breath looking down at him, in awe, he must have came back and didnt want to disturb her. She noticed he had glasses and was clean. She had no idea of what was happening above at the camp.
She pushed the curtains back and let her but sit on the edge of the bed so she could peer down admiring him. She let the curtain fall back but lay on her stomach so she was hovering over him, her hair slightly brushing. His head turned so she had a better view of his face. She sniffled smiling, he hadnt left her, hadnt abandoned her even though he could have multiple times. She knew he had his own agenda, that she didnt know who he was, but that she was falling for him. The only man she had ever let in, besides her father. She bit her lip smiling as more tears silently trickled down, she let her hand hover, using her finger to barely trace over his face, her fingertips barely touching his skin.
She knew he wanted her, she was a virgin. Reproduction on the Ark was monitored. Most females were restricted from any sort of sexual acts until of legal age and paired with somebody once approval. Of course teenagers didnt listen, even younger kids but punishment wasnt merciful on the ark. Most females were given reproduction management shots, to help regulate their growth. In short birth control. Luckily that stayed active for awhile.but eventually in would wear off and the prisoners would start pro-creating. So far the planet seemed habitable enough. Clarks fear on the Ark wasnt every normal girls fear of finding someone and having a life on the ark, it was wondering what her true purpose was, what her species purpose was. She would take the risk, it would be scary enough to get pregnant on a planet they were still learning about, there were dangers, so many..but what else could they do?
Clarke rolled her eyes, she had just woke up from a nightmare about her fathers death and now was worrying over conceiving. She should have been more concerned with the prisoners, this bunker and what it had to offer. Clarke was going to push herself back up but noticed Bellamy move his head a little. It made her balance uneven and she almost tumbled head first off the bed over Bellamy. He caught her, she looked at him a little surprised with a half weird smile. He was somewhat awake, she could tell by his eyes.
Hey..She breathed.
Your awake I see..She said swallowing a mouthful of spit as he let his wrists relax around her, letting her complete weight sit on him.
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In comparison, Bellamy had a similar night as Clarke did. He might not have witnessed any extreme nightmare, but the worrisome thoughts were present. First, he worried about Clarke. Yes, he loved her with all his heart and wanted to keep her safe. It was just that anyone he had ever loved before was taken from him: his mother and his sister, namely. The male just feared something might happen to Clarke because this planet was dangerous and so unknown. He would do anything to keep his Princess safe for as long as he was able and as long as she would have him around.
Secondly, he worried about Octavia. She was so pissed at him and he knew it. She must hate him now for being with Clarke. It was unfair and he could not rationalize anything to her. It would become much more difficult to take care of her now that she did not even want him near. Despite this, Bellamy would never turn his back on Octavia. He would always make sure that she was safe as well. If not him being by her side or near her, there were a handful of people he started to trust to watch after his younger sister.
Lastly, Bellamy feared for himself. The thing he did to board this drop ship was unforgivable. He killed the Chancellor of the Ark. Well, he did not kill him but Bellamy had no way of knowing that. Instead, he held himself each day knowing that he was a murderer. What would Clarke or even Octavia think if they knew that? It was sad to think that if the adults and other citizens of the Ark landed that it would mean his death. Surely they could survive without the Ark landing, right? It was still important he fried the other wristbands. So far, he had a nice start but the majority of the delinquents still had those metal wristbands. After spending a few hours mulling over different outcomes and possibilities, Bellamy fell into a dreamless sleep. Now, he did toss and turn all night long and he would feel exhausted even when he woke but at least his body was physically at rest even if he was sleeping on the floor. The carpet was not that uncomfortable, though. If it meant he was beside Clarke, he would tolerate it. He did stay asleep until there was some rustling overhead.
He was not entirely awake until Clarke Griffin straddled him and let all her weight sink down. He opened his eyes and saw the smile on her face and that was the first thing he found this morning. God, that was a beautiful sight.
I am. I see that you have found your rightful place. Bellamy teased playfully, flirting with her as saying her rightful spot was on his lap. Well, it was. Bellamy would give anything to have this level of closeness with Clarke each and every second of the day. When the male further inspected her face, he did see puffy cheeks and red eyes that showed him she had been tearful not long ago. She had been through so much and she had told him just about everything. He understood.
Did you have a bad dream, my Princess?He asked quietly, leaning up to kiss right underneath her eyes. After doing that, he stole a kiss from her lips and remained flat on his back. He had no idea where this would lead but he was enjoying his time this early morning just spent holding Clarke. His hands both rested around her waist and he looked deep into her gorgeous, blue eyes. He would never tire of them.
Is there anything I can do to help?Bellamy whispered once she affirmed that she had a nightmare. If he could fend off every horrible thought that threatened to enter her pretty head, he would, but he could not. So, the most he could offer right now was helping her however else he might be able to. He could help her forget about those scary thoughts. Honestly, he needed to forget as well. There was so much to do now that they were almost a week into their time on the ground. Despite that, being with Clarke always made time slow down and everything outside of her ceased to exist.
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Clark simply nodded, letting out a soft breath, slowly opening her bright eyes to look into his. She didnt want to let her thoughts consume her.she just wanted to feel, love. What's the worse that could happen? Maybe pregnancy, maybe the fear Bellamy would abandoned her at some point, her mind was her worst enemy. Clark bent over letting her lips softly meet his in a tender kiss, she let her lips hover until she turned her head putting her right hand on his neck as she deepened the kiss. Bellamy without a doubt returned the kiss, he lifted back with elbows into a half sitting position giving Clark better balance. They continued to kiss until she broke it to take a quiet but heavy breath, licking her lips. She could smell his aftershave he must have uses? The strong tones of the old soap that was in the bathroom, maybe she smelled hints of the forest branding him. It was pleasant and forever imprinted into her mind. She wanted to remember his image so he never faded from her mind. It had only been months but slowly the memories were all she had left of her father. Clarke smiled admiring him as he looked up at her so thoughtfully.
Funny I only met you a few days ago. She teased letting her finger adjust his glasses.You normally wear them?She asked figuring they were ones he found around the bunker, maybe reading. She leaned to scoot up while straddling him and felt friction, she felt his body reacting to her presence.
So.how many women have you wooed, how many have you pleased..how do I know it wont be a hit and run?She teased with a smirk. It be a little bit of a surprise to hear her talking about it. The past few days they had connected merely on physical contact, and emotions. She slowly took off his glasses observing him and felt him shift bringing her more upright, so she was straddling his lap, feeling his erection, even in his tight pants. She just smiled vaguely, eyeing him not being surprised.
You said you wanted to try something..something about shit youve never done with anyone other girl. As she said this the hand on his neck slid into his thick curly hair and grabbed a fistful of it. She tugged pulling his head back hard, very hard so he was forced to look her directly in the eyes as she hovered over him. He would be picking up a lot of vibes from her. He didnt seem phased. Her fingers clenched tightening her hold, She liked the control, the feel of his thick soft hair in between her fingers, his body close.
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Only when I have to read something.Bellamy answered Clarke after she removed the glasses from his face. The male chuckled next when Clarke was starting to tease him about knowing if this was a hit and run or not.
Oh, I think you know, Clarke Griffin. You are too irresistible to leave. Besides, the most beautiful girl on planet Earth is my girlfriend. I could want nothing more.He pointed out even though she was only teasing, he did want to take this chance to reassure her that he loved her even if they only met a few days ago. Some might think that was illogical, but honestly, it was unreasonable they were even on the ground again so he figured old societal norms about relationships might not exactly apply anymore.
Regardless, he could not care less what others thought about him. When she tugged on his hair and straddled him, he felt her crotch rubbing perfectly against his own. It almost made him moan but he managed to remain silent. She asked him about something he wanted to try with her that he had never used with a girl before. Well, there were many things but there was something in specific. Since she seemed in the mood, he figured this might be a good time to explore with Clarke while her emotional state seemed rather upbeat. He knew that could change in an instant though, so he would be gentle with her and not do anything that would make her entirely uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Bellamy sat upright and placed his hands firmly onto her ass. It felt so thick and perfectly shaped in his hand. He could feel her warm breath against his lips and that alone turned him on, knowing that they were close. By now, he hardly noticed that his heartbeat was moving faster than normal since he was so used to the rapid pace as his heart always thumped like this when she was near. That was another reason why she should know this was not a hit and run.
I guess actions speak louder than words. If you really want to know what if I just show you instead of tell you? Now, Bellamy used his own smirk and suddenly stood upright, carrying Clarke as his hands remained on her ass not just because it felt nice but because it provided a nice grip for him to support her while carrying her. They needed more room, so he carried the blonde into the master bedroom and gently placed her down onto the bed before releasing his grasp. Bellamy had seen a length of rope earlier so he grabbed it from a random box in the floor and returned to the bed, dropping it in Clarkes lap to judge her reaction at first.
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Clarke was placed gently on the bed, she grinned.curious to what Bellamy was talking. He freely dropped a length of old rope on her lap. His face was gorgeous even without smiling. He was studying, gauging her own reaction. She wasnt stupid and knew he wanted to use this with her sexually. The thought didnt bother her, she picked up the rope avoiding his eyes as she examined it and tugged it with two hands, her eyes finally finding his. Her eyes which still had a glint from crying earlier and was a little red, looked deeper into his.
Bellamy Blake wants to tie me up, does he? Hmmm.guessing girls crawl to you so youve never had to keep them in one place. She said grinning at him, almost challenging him. She wagged her finger scooting to the edge of the bed.
Your have to catch me first.I wont submit so easily. Your have to fight to get me Bellamy.She said in a playful gentle tone standing up, she swayed walking over with the rope, letting it dangle in one hand. Bellamy had that sly smirk across his face as she stood beneath him. Clarke pulledoff the thick old knitted sweater letting it fall to the floor, now just being in a long sleeve striped shirt with jeans. She acted like she might pull off the second shirt but let go shrugging smiling. Clark out of nowhere used all her forced to push Bellamy across the room until he slammed hard against the concrete wall. Later she might freak out over being a little rough, considered he already looked like wounded solider. Somehow that oddly made her more aroused, that this was raw and real. That they were on earth struggling to survive, that he had already endured pain to keep her safe. Soon as his back met the wall harshly, she leaned up extra hard on her toes to grip his neck andaggressively kissed him. Soon as she started and felt him deepening the kiss she used her hands and legs to trip, making him fall down on his side.
Your have to catch your princess..She sneered, already skidding out of the room on her bear feet. She took off down the hallway back into the main living area, her eyes scanned it. She purposely stood in the middle of the room, her back to the hallway, listening, waiting.
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Call it paranoid, but the handsome Bellamy Blake feared how Clarke might react. What if she hated the idea and thought he was a monster? It was a risk doing this. It was the reason he had never suggested it to a girl before. Likewise, it was also the reason that he had never quite enjoyed sex to the fullest until he met Clarke. He loved her and cared about her. Combine that with using bondage and Bellamy knew he would have the most powerful orgasm any man has ever felt. It would not even be close. For now, he just waited for Clarke to react and he listened to what she said.
He grinned when she challenged him. He did wish to explain to her why he thought it was attractive but there was no time for that right now. He liked the idea of making her submit to him, of her giving him a difficult time. That played along with one of his fantasies where he wanted a willing girl to pretend to fight him off, to scream for help, to try and escape while he tied her up. This might not be exactly what he imagined but it sure as hell was close. Plus, it already seemed that Clarke was into this idea of bondage.
It was a great start and he suddenly found himself pushed against the wall, being kissed roughly. When they pulled back, he thought about how she had never kissed him like that before until he found himself toppling on the ground. Then, his Princess ran and Bellamy jumped to his feet. With a smirk, he found a white cloth nearby. It was clean and it would play the most important role in his bondage fetish. The male tied a tight knot in the center of the cloth and held it while exiting the bedroom, heading towards the living room.
The next thing on Bellamys agenda was catching Clarke. He approached her with a smirk, loving how she looked already. Youre such a bad girl, Clarke. When I catch you, youre going to be tied up for a while. He added before winking at her. The male suddenly reached forward and lunged after her, chasing her through the living room. Purposely, he let her have a little distance in front of him so they could really feel the essence of the chase as it was feeling extraordinary already, loving to watch as her ass shook when she ran in front of him.
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Clark sensed the moment Bellamy left the bedroom. She could hear his movements, see them in her mind, calculating the distance. She stayed with her back to him, slowly turning to see him. She didnt move wanting to let him catch her.to a point. She wanted contact but didnt want to be restrained, just yet. She felt Bellamy grab her from behind. Clarke eyes lit up even though he couldnt see, she laughed out in a hard breath and leaned forward using her mid section for leverage. She struggled to get out of his grasp and pushed off her feet with him holding her so they fell back into the couch. As they tumbled to the couch with Bellamys back flat, with him holding his princess she felt him lick, leaving his open mouth on her exposed jawline.
Clarke arched back letting her right hand grab a fistful of his thick hair forcing his face close. She turned her head so her mouth found his in a rough kiss. While they kissed she used the opportunity to roll off the couch falling on the floor but he followed suit. She couldnt push him off and breathed out as he ravished her thick aggressive kisses.
Clarke rose as he let her so they were making out in a sitting position, in between the coffee table and the old couch. She let her free hand find the button and zipper on his black jeans but she laughed out struggling to get it undone. She felt Bellamy grab her wrist, eyeing her with a smirk. Clark yanked her hand back but he kept it in his grip making him smash into her as they kissed, or tried to kiss. He missed, purposely or not attacking other parts of her body. Her adrenaline was kicking in, her body was radiating heat.
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Bellamy felt his heart rate increasing. There was increased blood flow to his manhood and the erection had already grown prominent against his jeans. The male almost felt dizzy with arousal. Whether from chasing Clarke or feeling aroused, Bellamy was starting to sweat. The rough kisses only turned him on more. While keeping one of her wrists held with one of his hands, Bellamy used his free hand to attack her jeans. He fumbled with the button for a few seconds but he finally completed the task of getting it undone. Then, he worked on starting to pull her jeans down until the waist of her jeans rested on her thighs.
Despite the blonde putting up another struggle while she was being held against Bellamys lap, the dark-haired male was holding on strong. With a sudden surge of his strength, Bellamy pushed Clarke down into the floor. She was now lying on her back and his hands wrapped around her wrists, pinning them down above her head, keeping them placed onto the floor. Their eyes locked and Bellamy licked his lips. His eyes were dark and full of passion and lust. Then, he caught wind of the white cloth he brought and he decided to use it now.
Within a second, he crossed Clarkes wrists over one another before grabbing the white cloth. He held it up, the knot in the middle and offered his girlfriend a smirk.I love you Princess and I love hearing you moan. I want to hear you moaning with this in your mouth, though.He whispered, hoping she was open to it. While they were playing rough now, the last thing Bellamy wanted was to do something she did not approve of. He stopped their little game just to ask if she was alright with him gagging her. Besides, it would be so fun chasing her around with this gag in her mouth. It might not be a common desire, but Bellamy felt his arousal increase tenfold just thinking about this in her mouth.
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Clarke groaned out, her tone would of showed both arousal and rebellion. She squirmed underneath his weight. She looked mouth watering with her jeans pulled down to her thighs exposing her basic cotton black underwear. She was still in a long sleeve striped shirt that was underneath her sweater. She eyed the white cloth he had in his hand. She had never done anything sexual, this was all new, especially kinks with sex. She grinned, but it was a relaxed smirk.
Do whatever you want..She arched, using what small strength she could to raise up an inch or so glaring at him seductively, just know I wont submit so easily.With that she used all her strength to try to break free from the hold he had, he only had her pinned with one hand so she was able to use her leverage to get her arms free. She tried to roll out but he was still sitting on her. She breathed out, her eyes getting wider as she felt him try to grab her hands again. She quickly grabbed one leg of the coffee table that was close, gripping it. Once that caught his attention she used her thigh to apply pressure in between his legs. She heard him laugh, for some reason she was able to freeze in time, in that very second and admire his laugh as if she had super powers. It was surprised, but soft, like he was happy and ready to comply.
She felt lips crushed against her own as she breathed out letting him, she was free inside her own hell with him right now. Then suddenly his hot breath and warm wet sensation of his lips was gone, he had pushed up looking down at her, smirking, as if allowing her to get up. She stared up at him longingly, accepting the challenge. Clark did the unexpected, and used her legs to slide hard to the left, tripping him. He fell hard to the concrete flooring, an old rug a poor padding. She grabbed the couch, struggling to get up, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Just as she was to her knees she felt his hand grab the back of her shirt aggressively pulled her back, she yelped thinking she might hit the coffee table or floor but fell back into him, hearing his breath rough.
In a blink of an eye she coughed out as she had quicklygagged her with the white piece of cloth, tying it securely underneath her long blond curls. She breathed out realizing she now had to use her nose for breathing in most of the air. It caught her so off guard she didn't realize he had bound her hands behind her back for now.
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When applying the gag, Bellamy made sure that the cloth was woven underneath her blonde hair. Not only was he worried about the discomfort for Clarke, but it was aesthetically more attractive to him. He hated seeing something like a cleave gag that was wrapped around the girls hair. It was all too unappealing to him for some reason he could not place. All he knew was what he liked, not why he liked it. Clarke would learn those things tonight. Her hands were also bound behind her back and there was not much else she could do.
While she was surprised, Bellamy used the chance to secure her ankles as well. The ropes were tight enough that she could not escape but loose enough where he could fit two fingers in between the rope and her flesh. The last thing he wanted was cutting off her circulation. Even during their rough game, he still cared so deeply about her well-being and safely. She might be bound and helpless, but with Bellamy, she was never in any danger. He made certain of that, never wanting anything to happen to her because he would be unable to bear it.
I know you wouldnt submit easily, but now you dont have a choice. Well, she did have a choice. Bellamy expected her to squirm and struggle all she could. Despite that, the ropes were too tight. The knots on the ropes around her wrists were out of reach for her fingers and no amount of tugging could free her. Instead, he just watched his blonde beauty as he felt his heart soar. He loved this girl. This was romantic to him even as it was kinky. How was it romantic? Well, Bellamy had just show Clarke his deepest desires. Even if she was not his first, she was his last he would ever be with. However, no other girl had ever done this with him. It was intimate, personal, and it meant the world to Bellamy. All of that emotion and love poured together made this special. Even though she was currently gagged, the older male leaned forward to kiss Clarke, holding their lips together and sighing quietly against her mouth, his hands cupping her face in a romantic, caring way. His eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated, showing all the signs of attraction.
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Clarke couldn't do much but squirm and struggle against the restraints. She wasn't expecting to be tied up this soon. Then again she wasn't much of a match against Bellamy and right now the only real battle was their raging hormones. All she could do was stand tall in order to keep her balance. Her ankles were bound, her hands tied together behind her back, her mouth gagged. They both were clothed, well Clark's jeans were still resting right above her knee's exposing her pale thighs and basic underwear, she was In a long sleeve striped shirt. Bellamy was still in his black tee and pants but his were undone and unzipped. Somehow It made it more surreal, Clarke was ready to be in some fetish magazine, the perfect victim in your clich horror movie.
She closed her eyes as he turned her, holding most of her weight as he pressed his lips against, kissing, she could even feel his tongue against the fabric, touching parts of her own. Her eyes met his, her were bright, his were dark and primal. She was ready was to come undone before Bellamy. This in a sense was a game, a game only two could play. You had to know someone on a Intimate level of trust to do these kinks. Funny how they were back on earth, where their ancestors existence started. Clarke just looked at him, eyes eager. At this point she didn't know If she should just submit or keep up the game since her adrenaline was coursing through her small body.
She tried to move and her balance was so horrible she ended up yelping and falling back perfectly into the couch, splayed in front of him. Somehow in the seconds her ass met the old itchy material of the ancient couch strong images flashed in her mind, so erotic, so raw of fucking Bellamy on the couch in the exact position, gagged, half bound, her ankle bounds untied so her legs could be pushed apart, her pants and underwear now sitting in a pile beside her bare feet as they made love. She had never had such vivid images, her aching started. She eyed him, breathing out sexually frustrated.
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This struggling was turning Bellamy on. The dark-haired male pulled himself onto the couch when Clarke fell down. The frustrated noise that left her lips nearly triggered an orgasm in that second. Well, maybe not literally, but if a male could orgasm without being touched and only being aroused by noise, then this would prove it. Unfortunately, that was the only sound she made so far. Bellamy hoped to change that. He wanted to hear all the sexy Mmphs from behind the gag that Clarke had to offer him. Much would have to change with her bondage before they make love but Bellamy was taking his time.
Wrapping his arms around Clarkes abdomen, he pulled the blonde into his lap. He merely smiled at the girl he loved and started kissing her neck. Her bound hands behind her back rubbed against his crotch, just below his hips in this position so she could feel that erection growing in his boxers as he now had kicked off his jeans, boots, and socks. Clarke, I love you so much. You are the most beautiful girl on the planet and you look even sexier like this. I promise you have nothing to worry about. You might be helpless now but you are never in any danger. I will always keep you safe. I will make love to you tonight like this is our last night here on Earth. I love you to the moon and back, Clarke. I want this to be perfect for both of us. It meant a lot to Bellamy that Clarke was doing this. It was literally his most desired fantasy and she gave him what he wanted. Plus, she was even struggling for him and that made everything even hotter.
From this position, Bellamy wrapped his arms around her body and placed both hands onto her breasts. He squeezed the flesh firmly and continued peppering kisses on her neck. His fingers dug into the flesh of her bust against her shirt and bra that she wore. He even playfully slapped each breast of Clarkes just to see how see reacted to such a move. He did hope she kept struggling for him. This was perfect with her ass against his girth, he would have the best seat to watch and feel her struggle in the ropes. Bellamy was so in love with Clarke and he was falling even deeper by the second.
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Clarke didn't struggle for a minute, mainly out of shock of the moment. Bellamy had pulled Clark onto his lap in an awkward position. Not totally comfortable but not so discomforting this wouldn't be enjoyable. She was tied up, it wasn't supposed to be easy. He had taken off his jeans and was just clad In his boxers and black tee shirt. She could feel his erection hard against her ass. She moaned out as he messaged her breast painting kissing along her neck. She kept visually his eyes dilated, his nostrils flared just a little as she made noises after falling onto the couch. He liked it when she made noises, when she struggled, and she seemed to enjoy the thrill of it. Somehow between trying to squirm intermittent laughs came out, not killing the moment but almost made it more surreal. That this wasn't just some fetish mind game, that they both were romantically involved and loved each other. So the laughing against the gag could have been like music to Bellamy. She ended up in a weird position where her bound hands could feel his erection. The back of her neck was against his chest so his head was beside hers as she breathed out. He purposely pushed his hips forward so her hands could grasp his erection. She let out another sound between a heavy breath and a moan.
Her downstairs garden was already blossoming, aching, wanting attention from all the arousal. She almost visualized fucking him in every position, if that was a thing? That or she was a virgin so her mind was trying to rationalize every possible way. She pictured him continuing kissing, groping, easing down her underwear and pulling down his boxers just enough to position her on his manhood. Then again was that even possible? She didn't really study sex, or anything to do with it. Obviously there were several positions that were possible and so many fetishes good and bad, people use to abuse it, be obsessive and make videos out of it. That was part of their sexual education on the Ark but she didn't get quite a kick out of It as the other hormonal teenagers. She didn't care. Now here she was tied up, ass back against a beautiful creamy skinned male who loved her, getting ready to lose her virginity, and luckily enough to somebody who wasnt going to leave her side.
Her arousal and thoughts were so scattered she just continued to be vocal. She purposely pressed her gagged face against his, just wanting the affection as much as the stimulation. She liked the feel of his skin, how it was soft but moist, his hands were a little rough but thats because he used his hands a lot like any other man who had a hard days work. She wanted to scream for him to take her, fuck her.her arousal was getting a little ahead of her. Of course the first time having sex wasn't always pleasant. She had never been touched, had never been stretched, more than likely it was going to hurt. One thing for sure is she would be damn wet to try to make sure it was as comforting as it could be. Somehow, knowing it might hurt just a little didn't even bother her. Perhaps there was this darker park to Clark no one was discover but Bellamy. She whimpered and sighed in frustration, moving against him.
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Wow. Just wow. Finally, Clarke was creating more noise from her soft giggles or her aroused moans. Every single sound that fell from her gagged lips turned Bellamy on more. When their faces touched, a shiver ran down his spine. If he thought that his breathing was ragged before, well, his chest was heaving harder. Both of his hands rested on her large, supple breasts as he squeezed the womans firm flesh roughly as he groped her sexy bust. When her face rested against his, Bellamy could not help kiss her lips again. There was something indescribably arousing about kissing the blonde with a white cloth between her lips. When they kissed, he could feel her soft lips and the soft cloth in between. Whenever he pulled back, their eyes locked and the blue stood out even more within her gorgeous orbs. It allowed him to focus more directly on her eyes but he indulged himself constantly by looking back down at her pink lips hugging the knotted cleave gag. With love bursting from his heart, Bellamy decided to help Clarke learn a few other of his fetishes. Since it was Clarkes first time, he would untie her hands and ankles before they had sex.
Until then, she was his bound captive. Soon enough, Bellamy pushed Clarke down onto her back on the couch. He stood and slowly stripped off his shirt for the blonde, letting her get a good look at his toned chest and abdomen. He reached down to grab the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it upwards until it reached above her chest. The only downfall about bondage was that the person doing the tying must undress the person being tied before adding any bondage since it was impossible to remove clothing when she was tied up. From there, Bellamy pulled her jeans all the way down. With the rope around her ankles, that was as far as her jeans would go. Now, her bra and underwear was exposed but Bellamy was happy to take his sweet time with her. I love you so much, Clarke. You sound so sexy with that gag in your mouth. You are everything to me. I never want to live without you. He whispered quietly, leaning down and placing his hands gently into her tied hands, squeezing them softly to give her more reassurance.
Looking down at her bound ankles, Bellamy took a bold move. Well, he loved Clarke and he wanted to spend every second of his life with her. It meant divulging deep secrets about one another. Since they were making love exclusively to one another, he found no reason to withhold any of his desires from his girlfriend. The male pulled her bound feet into his lap, pressing the heels of her feet against his balls while her toes were on either side of his manhood. The bulge was growing massive in his boxers and it increased when her feet touched his crotch. One of the loudest moans yet left Bellamys lips while his head tilted backwards. I think your feet are so cute, Clarke. I would love to give you foot massages and play with your feet often. It was something they could do even in the presence of others without giving anything away. Now, he just watched her face, looking for signs on whether she was enjoying this or not.
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He pushed Clark onto her back, she just eyed him with a strong need, silent for now. She watched him dispose of his shirt being left in just his boxers. Bellamy was in top shape, he skin was creamy and tan, his muscles visible. He must have kept in shape on the Ark. He was apart of security. Her mind tried to distract itself about his life, his sister, his mother but Bellamy was to involved to let that happen. It was his words, even now he said he loved her and was never going to leave her. A few days ago she would had never thought this male would have anything to do with her after one night. She had gotten more clues to how he was because of how Octavia acted and the other female prisoners. She felt him lean over, admiring. She could feel his skin against her own, warm and soft. He let his hands slide underneath her back to gently squeeze her hands. She tried to smile and a half laugh, half grunt came out but he would see it in her eyes.
He couldn't completely undress her at this point but it didn't matter as her shirt was pulled up over her chest, her jeans down to her ankles, only her bra and underwear visible. It was nothing fancy, just old things she found down here that were cleaner than the clothes she had on. She felt him guide her bound ankles on his lap, his eyes never left hers but he pushed her heel against his balls. Her toes felt his erection, her eyes looked and she groaned out, squirming but just enough to press her heel harder.but not so hard It would hurt. She wasn't In the position to do anything she would want so she had to give hints and be as verbal as she could. So she bit down on the gag, making noises that would get to Bellamy. They were already learning each other from the inside out. Squirming she rolled back and forth just enough to pivot and strained but was to use her toes to slip into the slit of his boxers. Her big toe felt his erected member. She seemed frustrated because she had no control. She wanted her bare feet to touch his bare skin, especially if that was his thing.
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Possibly the hottest, loudest moan of Bellamys life left his lips when Clarke managed to slip her big toe into his boxers and press against the head of his member. Yes, his bulge was already growing. When this happened, however, the male officially reached the peak of his desire for Clarke. One simple touch could make this grown man a puddle of need. Clarke Her name was breathed out in a moan. It felt like his eyes were rolling back in his head. He felt dizzy with love and intoxicated with love. Everything that was going on right now was because of that emotion. Since he also wanted nothing more than to let Clarkes bare feet touch his skin, he made quick work of his boxers. Assisting Clarke, he slipped his member in between her feet so it rested in the middle of each in-step in the most natural position. While Clarke explored him with her feet, Bellamy reached down with one hand, sliding it inside of her underwear. He felt for her clitoris and finally pressed his forefinger and middle finger onto her sensitive mound of flesh. Bellamy started rubbing slowly on her clit with clockwise circles as he did not want to receive all the pleasure.
Clarke. Play with me using your feet. Touch me all you want. Dont hold back. God, this feels so good. I love you and I never want this to end. He groaned, looking deep into her eyes. His own hips started thrusting forward against her bound feet, loving the way her toes and the soles of her feet felt against his crotch. There was much to explore and this only gave him a taste of his foot fetish: they could explore further later. Bellamy gave Clarke a good three or four minutes with exploring his cock using her feet before he placed his hands around her ankles to stop her. He did want her to give him a foot job one day, but tonight was about making love. Bellamy crawled on top of Clarke again, straddling her at the waist while moving to unclasp her bra so her gorgeous set of tits were exposed. His pupils somehow grew even wider when they were exposed. His lips could not attach to one of her nipples soon enough. His left hand reached behind her back again to hold her hands while he did this, keeping his right hand in side of her panties. Bellamy was almost ready to make love to his sweet girlfriend, but he still wanted to take his time and explore thoroughly. It was their first time together so Bellamy thought that with their love, they should surely take their time and bask in each others body.
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A muffled gasp escaped her mouth as he leaned over biting and sucking on her exposed breasts. She felt his one hand squeeze her hands as he did so and it was a turn on. Every part of what was happening was arousing. She moved, wanting so badly to be able to have free movement. She could feel his erection somewhat but wanted more. She kept making noises and rose her head up before letting it fall back. She closed her eyes enjoying the sensation of Bellamy on top of her, messaging both of her breast with his mouth. She let her hands squeeze his hand back as she bucked pitifully underneath his weight. She was ready and she felt the difference, she had got to experience the past couple of days what it was like to be turned on. She felt her blossom ready, it felt weird but this need to be touched, filled was strong. She struggled to strain, nuzzling against his head forcing him to look her dead in the eye. She felt him kiss her against the gag, she groaned out more feeling his tongue. It wasn't like a normal kiss but it was still enough for the brain to finish figuratively speaking. His hand that was still intertwined with both her hands would have the remnants of her thick nectar. Bellamy didn't seem to mind.
She wanted to run her ands through his hair, to aggressively make out with him and fuck him on the couch but her mind was calculating every possible scenario ever possible bound or not to be with Bellamy.
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Whenever this kiss finished, Bellamy pulled back from Clarke with ragged breathing. Taking a few seconds to look into her eyes, he offered the blonde a sweet, genuine smile. As much as he enjoyed having Clarke tied up, he figured she would not want to be this restricted during her first time having sex. Since he cared more about her than he cared about feeling satisfied, Bellamy turned Clarke over onto her stomach and started to untie the knots. Clarke, I love seeing you like this but Im sure you would feel more at ease without being bound. I promise to tie you up again when we have sex but I figure for our first time, your hands and ankles should be unshackled.
After responding, he continued working on the knots. His tight work was obvious because it was not that simple to untie her hands. It took him a few attempts to grip the knot and another minute or two before he could finally untie it. It just showed how meticulous and methodical he was. It would have not been the same for Bellamy had he thrown together some half-ass knot around her skin. The same was true for her ankles.
He started to untie them but it did not come undone so easily. Once her hands and ankles were free, Bellamy gave Clarke time to touch him until she was satisfied while he kissed her neck. But I do think we can keep the gag in your mouth. Thats certainly not hurting anything. We can still kiss just the same. He grinned, proving his point by kissing her gagged lips. Her clothes were nearly off her body already so it was quite easy to remove the remnants without an issue. When Clarke was left nude with Bellamy, he took one more glance deep into her eyes. Are you ready, Princess? Are you ready to make love with me? he asked, both his rough, bruised hands cupping her soft face.