Bellamy was not just a man, he was Bellamy, and seeing his naked body for the first time took Clarke's breath away. He had no idea she was standing there, staring at him, or he probably would have asked her to join him. She couldn't even fathom how amazing that would be. Both of them, alone, washing each other's bodies. Clarke dared not even think about it. This was Bellamy… this was Bellamy; the man who had a different woman in his bed every night, the man who convinced the Arc that they were dead, the man who had let everyone beat Murphy senseless… the man who had always disagreed with her, the man who… the man who wanted what was best for his sister, and the man who looked so good it was criminal…the man who gazed at her with those smoldering eyes… who… Dammit! She just couldn't talk herself out of this one. He was just too sexy, and it wouldn't hurt anyone if she just stayed and looked, would it?

It was the middle of the night, and she and Bellamy had had the same idea. They both wanted to be clean, even if it was for just a few hours. Clarke felt very uncomfortable undressing in front of the rest of the camp, she was a "princess" after all, and had decided to wait until dark, when the only people awake were either patrolling the wall or having sex. She would have never imagined finding Bellamy inside the cloth enclosed "showering area." Technically it wasn't even a shower. They just took their crudely made buckets, filled them with water, and dumped them over their bodies, washing as much dirt away as they could. Clarke had no idea why Bellamy would be there. She didn't think of him as self-conscious, and if he was, he shouldn't be. With the cock he had… he would make all the girls swoon and all the boys jealous.

But it wasn't just his downstairs that was appealing. He was like a perfectly molded sculpture bathed in moonlight. Even the way he moved was sexy, and the crazy part about it was that it all came naturally. Bellamy didn't even know he was seducing everyone in the camp, including the men. He certainly had seduced Clarke. Whenever he touched her… she couldn't even describe it. She'd tried not to think about it, it was Bellamy for God's sake. But then again… it was Bellamy. So far, she hadn't given in to her sexual urges, but that didn't mean she didn't want to.

She let out a small gasp when he dumped an entire bucket full of water over his head, and shook his wet hair. Oh god, he was so sexy! The remaining water ran down his body in veins, rippling over the mountains and valley's of his muscles. The water glistened in the moonlight, giving him an unearthly glow. He moved his hands slowly over his skin, rubbing the rest of the dirt off. First his arms, then his chest, and when he moved his hands to his hips Clarke couldn't help herself anymore.

Her own hand slithered down her body and into her pants, her fingers touching her most sacred place and moving at their own will. She was so turned on from seeing Bellamy's wet, naked body that her fingers slid into her pussy easily. Her other hand joined the fun without her realizing it. She moved both hands in rhythm with each other, her knees going weak with the pleasure. She closed her eyes and gasped, throwing her head back as she sunk to the ground. She wanted to fuck Bellamy so bad that it hurt. She wanted that sexy cock to find places inside of her that she didn't know existed. She wanted to show Bellamy that she was the only woman he needed. Clarke was so caught up in her pleasure that she didn't realize that Bellamy had stopped washing himself. He was standing there, staring at her, having heard her gasps of ecstasy.

"How long has she been standing there?" was the first thought that came to his mind, and then he realized, "Oh god, that's Clarke."