When your legs don't work like they used to before

And I can't sweep you off of your feet

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks? - "Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran

She wasn't actually aware of when she first fell in love. It wasn't like what she read in books or saw in movies. She wasn't in some kind of life threatening situation and the words were forced from her throat as she watched her love die. No, it was nowhere near anything like that. She didn't just wake up and say "I love you." It was slow. It was peaceful. It was filled with arguments at 11 at night when her roommate would sexile her for the night. She found love in a place she was never looking, but she never actually attempted to stop it from occurring.

Bellamy wasn't expecting anyone to show up at his doorstep at 1 in the morning. He was exhausted, the paper he was supposed to have written a week ago was due in 7 hours and only 3 pages of it was complete. He didn't have time for ignorant people to be banging on his door, he wanted to finish the paper and sleep for at least an hour before he drags his ass out of bed and hand in the bloody thing. He opened the door forcefully, ready to yell at the intruder when his eyes landed on the last person he expected to be here: Clarke Griffin.

"What are you doing here? Finally decided that you couldn't get enough of me?" He could feel his lips curving up into a smirk. He didn't care that he was being a jerk, he was exhausted.

"I decided that the rational decision to your sister's boyfriend stealing my bed was to come and steal yours. I'm tired, Raven is heaven knows where with Finn, and I am not sleeping on Monty and Jasper's floor. Only Heaven knows what's lived there."

She stares at him a moment after she's done explaining before she pushes herself into his dorm, kicking the door closed behind her. Clarke dropped her books down onto his bed with a thump and proceeded to flop her body on top of the pile. He watches her as she rolls herself into the blankets, disappearing underneath the black comforter that resided on his bed.

"No, please. Go ahead and make yourself at home. It's not like I was busy or anything."

She can feel his eyes boring into the back of her head but she doesn't care because she's overwhelmed with school work as it is and it doesn't help that her best friend seemed to pick just the worst night to sexile her to the hallway. So she does what anyone would do in her situation - curl into a ball, kick her books onto the floor, and sleep. She can hear him let out a sigh and shuffling across the floor. He presses his lips to her forehead before pulling away and returning to his desk.

She hears him say "goodnight Princess. I love you."

He hears a muffled response of "I love you too."

He wakes up in a tangle of limbs and blonde hair in his mouth. His alarm clock is blaring from the dresser and as much as he would hate to get up, he knows that he has to. After working on his paper for another hour that morning, Bellamy decided to call a quits and just hand it in unedited and all. He wedged himself between Clarke and the wall, gripping onto the blankets as he fought to get underneath them. She managed to somehow cocoon herself into the comforter as usual. It wasn't until Clarke herself unrolled from the blankets that Bellamy managed to sneak under in order to cuddle with his girlfriend. Now here he was 5 hours later, alarm clock blaring, and a grumbling blonde telling him to shut it off. What a lucky man he was.

"Bellamy, turn it off. It's too damn early for that right now." Her face is pressed into his chest so he can feel the vibrations from her mouth. He sighs - he's noticed that he's been doing that a lot lately since he started dating this girl - and reaches over the girl's body to shut it off. The noise stops abruptly and the quiet fills in its place.

"I have to get up for class, Clarke. Whether you get up with me is your choice but you have to at least unwrap your arms from my waist." She whines - actually whines like a child, something she's been doing since she's dated the boy - and hears him chuckle in response. Her eyes open painfully and meet with brown ones instantly.

A smile plays across her lips and she decides within those few seconds that she does not care if he has class in 45 minutes, she wants to have fun. So she drags her fingers away from his waist and instead place them underneath his shirt. She traces the faint muscles of his stomach lightly. Her fingers dancing across the lines as she takes the time to memorizing his body once more. She pushes his shirt up higher until he finally decides to take the damn thing off. She hears it fall onto the floor before she pushes herself up and onto his hips.

His hands grip her hips possessively, the heat from his body burning into her skin. His breath gets caught in his throat as he feels her lips press softly against his stomach. He all but stops breathing when her teeth nip at the soft flesh at his naval and fuck, he knows he's going to have a hickey there in a matter of seconds. He knows that this shouldn't be happening, that any of this shouldn't be happening because she's fucking Clarke Griffin, and her mother is some world renounced doctor that'll chew him alive if they ever met. He knows that he shouldn't love this girl because she's going to be a doctor just like her mother and he knows that he'll only hold her back. But Bellamy doesn't care because he's a God damn fucking addict and she's his drug. So as long as he's got this endless supply, he's never going to stop being addicted to her.

She pulls away from his stomach to admire her handy work. A hickey is forming around his naval and she can't help but feel proud at what she did. She knows that this is wrong and so fucked up in so many ways, but she doesn't care anymore. She knows that she shouldn't be dating her best friend's brother because that's some sort of unspoken girl code, but at some point Clarke just stopped caring. She stopped caring about her mother's control over her life and she stopped caring about the endless apologies from Finn about breaking her heart. She stopped caring that Bellamy Blake is trouble in every way possible but she knows that inside, he's just as broken and scared as she is. But she also knows that when he loves, he loves with his entire heart and soul, and she knows that he'd rather die then allow his sister to be harmed. But what Clarke knows best is that every time Bellamy touches her, she sees stars in the sky and every time he presses a kiss into her skin, she'll swear that God is real in those moments. She knows it's fucking wrong but she doesn't care because she was a goner the second he said hello.

The alarm clock blares again 15 minutes later and neither of them can bring themselves to untangle from the other.

He hands in his paper with dead eyes and an extra large coffee in his hands. The day passes in a blur of lectures and colors until it's time to meet his crew of friends in the dining hall. Monty and Jasper are already squeezed together in the corner booth that they claimed their own freshmen year, discussing the lecture they attended on quantum physics today. Bellamy slides into the booth, grabbing their fries and shoving them into his mouth as the wonder twins protested. Raven slid in after him with Finn trailing behind as the rest of his friends slowly joined him. Conversations began to fill the dining hall, echoing off of the walls as the last of their group walk in. Bellamy can hear Octavia's laugh as she drags Lincoln behind her. As much as he hates Lincoln, and would rather have his baby sister dating anyone but him, he knows that he'd do anything for her.

Clarke joins them last, dropping her textbooks onto the table, and shoving Octavia in order to get into the booth. She groans at how much noise surrounds her and she attempts - and fails - at drowning it off by folding her head into her arms. She knows that she shouldn't be doing this because she has to hand in her weekly portfolio to her teacher by Friday and she has nothing done. But she doesn't mind. She knows that it'll get done no matter what, even if that means staying up til 4 am to draw them on a five cup of coffee binge.

The smell of greasy food hit her senses instantly, forcing her head to lift up from the comfort of her arms. French fries are sitting in front of her along with a bottle of water, and the smell is just so tempting that she smacks Octavia's hand away. She moans - actually moans - when she tastes the salt and grease on her tongue. Her friends are staring at her as she eats another and they're looking at her like she's gone insane but damn she shouldn't have gone an entire day without eating. So she shoved another into her mouth after that as they stare and she knows just what kind of reaction this is giving Bellamy. Clarke opens her eyes long enough to find him staring at her and she smirks before putting another in her mouth to get the same reaction as before.

He knows that she's doing it on purpose and that they are both too damn tired to care that anyone else is around. They promised to keep it a secret at first as a thrill. It was their secret; their forbidden actions at 3 am while the rest of the world slept. Something about sneaking around and slight touches on the knees drove her insane, and it was merely his obligation to do so. He almost groaned himself when he felt her foot run up and down his calf. His eyes pierced hers as she continued the motion and he was about to reach down to grab the foot before Octavia cut in.

"So Clarke, where did you sleep last night? I always wanted to know where you disappear to in the middle of the night." Octavia managed to sneak a fry past Clarke's watching eyes. She could feel the smirk forming as she answered.

"Oh nowhere special, O. No where special."

"You are a God damn tease, Clarke Griffin." His teeth nipped at the curve of her neck, her breath getting caught in the hitch of her throat. His lips burned into her flesh, her fingers curling into the sheets as his mouth trailed down her body.

"I learned from the best, Bellamy Blake." She knew her voice was uneven and betraying her, but she swears she's dying every time they do this because it's utter bliss. She squirms away from his touches and laughs as he whines because of it. Her laughter rings throughout the room and he cuts it off with his lips so no one would hear. Neither of them really knows when hate turned into love but neither of them would change it for the world.

Author's Note:

So this little guy popped into my head the other day and it forced me to write it. So here is the beginning of a new set of drabbles and little one shots about the lives of our favorite 100 in college. I know it's been done a million and one times, but I cannot help it. The rating is subject to change!