Warning: There is smut in this chapter. It's mainly fluffy but there is some smut so if that's not your thing, don't read.

Bellamy shut the door behind him, smiling as Clarke giggled, pressing a finger to her lips.

"Shh," She whispered, "My Mum's asleep, let's keep it that way," She looked so pretty, Bellamy could hardly stand it.

"Why am I here again? If not to wake your mother?" He teased, following her down the hallway. She stopped on the bottom step, so suddenly that he might have bumped into her.

"You're here," She leant forward, wrapping her little arms around his neck and purring against his cheek. "Because your princess ordered it," Bellamy felt heat flood his face and arousal stir his stomach as she used his nickname for her.

"I can't deny my princess," He moved to kiss her, but just as their lips brushed, Clarke pulled back laughing.

"Come on," She grinned, taking the stairs two at a time, leaving Bellamy to trail after her like a lovesick puppy. I suppose I am, he thought grimly, not that anyone could ever squeeze it out of him.

The hallway was dark and Bellamy almost tripped several times, but it only seemed to make Clarke more excited. He rolled his eyes at her childish behaviour when her back was turned, but a part of him thought it was rather endearing. When they reached her door, she allowed him one fleeting kiss before slipping inside. Bellamy could've growled, the teasing princess that she was.

It was even darker in her room but the moonlight came in through the window casting a square of light on the floor and bathing Clarke in a silvery glow where she stood. God, she's beautiful.

He watched in awe as she let her hair fan out about her shoulders, in the light of the moon it looked more silver than gold. Carefully, tantalisingly, she slipped out of her form fitting dress, her eyes seeking his in the darkness. Bellamy suddenly felt very hot, arousal stirring his crotch. Her body curved in all the right places and she ran her hands over her skin to tempt him.

"Where did I put my pajamas?" She feigned looking around with her hands on her hips. Bellamy snorted and stepped out of his shadow.

"You don't need them," He gently prised her hands from her hips, moving them to drape around his neck instead as he leant in close and pressed a kiss to her mouth. Clarke gasped beneath his lips, spurring him on, and he tangled his hands in her hair as he pushed her towards the bed. They tumbled onto it with soft laughter and flurries of kisses.

"I missed you tonight," She whispered as he dotted kisses along her collarbone. Bellamy looked up, meeting her lovely blue eyes.

"I don't want to talk about what happened tonight, you've got me now," Talking about that would only make him angry, and he had something much better to do. Clarke nodded, reaching out to grab his chin, bringing his lips back to hers.

She tasted intoxicating, of shots and strawberry lip balm and something he could only describe as Clarke. Bellamy bit his lip as she moved to suck on his neck, her hands wandering down to the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his stomach. He sat up hastily, ripping it over his head but not wanting to stop kissing her for more than a moment.

"Bellamy..." Clarke's lips brushed his ear, sending shivers down Bellamy's spine.

"Yes?" He panted breathlessly between kisses.

"I want you," She whispered so quietly he could barely hear, but the soft tone of her voice made him moan.

"Yeah? I want you too," He reached under her to unclasp her bra before letting his fingers trail down between her legs where she was already hot and wet for him. He grinned at her in the semi-darkness. It didn't take him long to have her gasping his name and shivering beneath his touch. Bellamy smiled smugly as he looked upon her. She's mine, she wants me.

Clarke surprised him then by sitting up and swapping their positions so that she straddled him. Bellamy's eyes widened at the sight of her leaning over him and his jeans were feeling far too tight.

"Clarke," He murmured as she began to undo his belt and remove him of his remaining clothes. She cocked her head with a grin.

"Bellamy," She mimicked his tone with a wicked smile as she removed his jeans and boxers.

"Are you sure you want...?" He bit his lip, desperately hoping that she did want. Clarke laughed a beautiful, musical sound.

"Do I look like I'm sure?" She leant forward, kissing him gently as she lowered herself onto him. Bellamy moaned his satisfaction, capturing her face in his hands to hold her there while she rocked her hips gently against him, taking him all the way and eliciting gasps from his mouth. Bellamy moved in rhythm with her, his fingers raking at the smooth skin of her back, her plump lips leaving bruises on his neck until he shuddered out her name with his release.

Clarke was grinning at him when he opened his eyes. She stayed sat on top of him for a moment whilst their breathing returned to normal and she played with his damp curls.

"You look beautiful," She whispered through the darkness and Bellamy felt such a sudden surge of affection that he had to disguise it in a laugh. "What's so funny? I mean it!" Clarke pulled her signature pout and pressed her hands to her hips as Bellamy reached up to stroke her cheek, still fading pink.

"A lot of people compliment me," He pressed a finger to her lips when he saw her begin to scoff, "But I don't think they actually mean it, not like you do," Clarke tutted and rolled off him, wriggling until she was by his side.

"Of course they do, have you seen you?"

"Look who's talking!" He prodded her with a smirk before he bit his lip. "No I just mean, I've never really, had someone love me like you before," He looked down at her lips, his cheeks burning. Stupid, he told himself, this is Clarke! Still, Bellamy wasn't used to being loved by anyone other than family. Idolised? Yes. Wanted physically? Yes. But love...love was different.

"Who says I love you, big head!" Clarke shoved him playfully back before peppering his cheek and lips with kisses. "I do," She said quietly after a moment. "For all your stupid cockiness and terrible jokes, I love you. Don't let it go to your head though," Clarke finished her words with a tease, but her cheeks burned bright red once more. Bellamy smiled softly, admiring the silver reflections in her eyes.

"Can't promise anything, Princess,"

Clarke stretched in her bed as she woke, jumping when her arm hit something beside her. She rolled over abruptly and laughed softly to herself. Idiot, it's Bellamy. Bellamy Blake was in her bed. She'd had sex with Bellamy Blake. Clarke clapped her hands to her cheeks to hide the blush but the man in question was fast asleep.

He lay on his back with one arm stretched out where it had cradled her in the night, his bare chest rising and falling softly with his sleepy breaths. His face looked younger in sleep, his lips slightly parted and his lashes brushing his freckled cheeks. His curls were splayed around his head like a dark halo. Clarke could've sighed at his beauty.

She leant forward to kiss his forehead before slipping out of bed but as her lips pressed to his skin a hand caught her wrist.

"Where you going, Princess?" His voice was thick and low with sleep and Clarke burst into giggles when he opened one brown eye, squinting in the light.

"To get dressed?" Clarke countered, unwrapping his long fingers from her arm but Bellamy's grip only tightened in protest.

"No," He murmured, pulling her back into bed and wrapping strong arms around her waist. "I won't let you," Clarke wriggled for a moment but it was useless, the boy had an iron grip. Besides, it wasn't as if she really wanted to leave him.

"You're not going back to sleep are you?" Clarke twisted in his grasp to look at him. His lips were curled in a smirk but his eyes were closed once more.

"Mmmm..." Was Bellamy's reply, a purr against her ear that sent shivers through her. Clarke's heart pounded inside her chest as she reached round to kiss his lips. Every time she kissed him, it felt like the first time, thrilling and passionate even when the kisses were only fleeting. It was a feeling she never wanted to let go of.

Bellamy responded to her kiss with forceful lips and a tight grip on her arms.

"Not quite so asleep then?" Clarke giggled between kisses but Bellamy just groaned into her mouth.

"It's a dream, Princess," He whispered to her, but his eyes flickered open all the same, bright despite their darkness. Clarke was incredulous as to how she had gone so many years without noticing them. They were beautiful and deep and fascinating.

"A good dream?" She ventured, reaching up to push his sleep-tousled hair from his forehead. Bellamy released her waist to catch her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers.

"A very good dream. Did you sleep well?"

"Well, someone tired me out," She whined, rolling her eyes but the breath left her in a gasp when Bellamy rolled over so that he was leaning over her.

"Did I?" He waggled his dark eyebrows at her.

"Well, that woke you up," She teased, running her fingers down his chest, grinning when she saw his breathing pick up.

"So," He cocked his head, "Tell me great Princess, as good as they say? Would you recommend?" He smiled devilishly and Clarke growled, batting him over the head.

"I wouldn't recommend, I want to keep you all for myself," She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him down for a long kiss. "I'm not good at sharing," She whispered against his stubbled cheek.

"Awh, my innocent princess, what would you know about sharing?" Bellamy's words sent a flush to her skin and she pushed his chest, flipping their position so that she was the one on top. She smirked a smirk that Bellamy would've been proud of at the sight of his widened eyes and the feel of his arousal beneath her.

"Innocent? Who's innocent?" She bent forward and kissed him as she tugged on his boxers, giggling at his eagerness.

Bellamy leant against the smooth stone counter of Clarke's kitchen, a hand ruffling his hair as he exchanged pleasantries with her mother.

"Oh no, don't worry Mrs Griffin, I made sure she felt much better," He assured the dark haired woman, ignoring the death glares Clarke was shooting him. They had decided that Clarke had gotten sick last night, so Bellamy had stayed to look after her. Bellamy was enjoying the masquerade a little too much, throwing as many innuendos into his speech as he could manage.

Abbey Griffin either didn't notice, or just didn't care, for she smiled at him politely as she made herself a coffee.

"Thank you Bellamy, you are a sweet boy, to take care of her like that. I hope it didn't ruin your evening,"

"Mum!" Clarke snapped from her place at the toaster where she was waiting with hands on hips.

"Its fine, Mrs Griffin, Clarke's pleasure is my pleasure," Bellamy shot Abbey a winning smile and the woman blushed a little as she nodded. Now I know where Clarke gets it from.

"Well, you're always welcome here,"

"Thanks, I'm sure Clarke will let me know when she wants me to come," Abbey frowned slightly and Bellamy wondered if he'd gone too far. Clarke definitely thought he had, he could practically feel

the anger radiating off her. Though if he was honest, it was kind of hot.

"Of course," Abbey smiled politely at him. "Well, I'm going to enjoy my coffee doing a bit of paperwork, you kids enjoy your breakfast," She raised her coffee cup in an imitation of a toast before disappearing into the hall. "Clarke! Don't forget to empty the dishwasher!" She shouted from outside the room.

There was a moment of silence before Bellamy started laughing so hard that he had to bite down on his hand to keep quiet. Clarke was glaring at him so darkly that he thought he might burst into flames, but then the toaster popped and Clarke jumped with a little squeal that only sent him into more hysterics.

"It's not funny!" She whined, smoothing down her shirt and plating up the toast. "I'm giving you the burnt bit!" She said stubbornly, her lips in their little pout.

"Come here first," Bellamy recovered from his laughter to extend his arms. Clarke just folded her arms across her chest with a huff. Don't laugh, Bellamy warned himself. But she was just so cute when she was like that. "Oh come on Princess," He pulled her in to his arms easily, wrapping her up and holding her close.

"That's my mother, Bellamy!" She complained, her voice muffled by his chest.

"Relax, Princess, she had no idea,"

"You're wrong, I'm going to get a lecture later and it's all your fault," She groaned, but her tense posture softened despite her words and she leant into him. Bellamy smiled.

"I love you, Clarke," He grinned, planting a kiss on the top of her head. Clarke sighed.

"I love you too, you big idiot,"

A/N Writing smut from Bellamy's perspective is incredibly awkward I'm not sure how people do it! Ah, this chapter was so difficult for me to write. So I'm sorry it's not my best, but I thought you lovely readers deserved a chapter, so here it is! Thanks so much for all the support you guys are giving my story, it means so much to me. I've just started back at college and am already overwhelmed with coursework so it might be hard for me to update regularly, saying that, I will try my best to update both this story and Bad Things as often as I can. - J x