HELLO, HELLO, HELLO! Please wait until the end to read my grovelling message about this unforgivable hiatus. I hope you're all still here, and not letting JRoth batter your Bellarke heart. Title taken from the Lady Antabellum song.

Disclaimer: I don't own The 100 or its characters or pretty much anything! Still bitter about it!

Chapter 12

Just a Kiss (on your lips in the moonlight)

By caggiewrites

The ringing phone was shrill and very unwelcome. As Clarke groaned into the pillow at the noise, Bellamy twisted around (as much as he could with a tiny blonde wrapped around him) to grab his phone from the nightstand. He squinted at the flashing name upon the screen.

Octavia calling…

"Shit," He said suddenly, to which Clarke opened one eye to regard him curiously. "Not that you look like you're going to speak anytime soon, but stay quiet, it's Octavia."

Clarke's eyes widened as Bellamy pressed 'accept'.

"Happy birthday, O! How are you feeling this morning?" He said breezily.

"Bell! Oh my god, you have to help me," Octavia replied sounding harassed. Bellamy perked up immediately, already contemplating jumping out of bed to see her.

"What's wrong? What's happened? Is it Lincoln, did he hurt you?"

"Not me, Bellamy! Clarke! She never came home last night and I've called everyone and nobody has seen her!"

Bellamy and Clarke were smart people, it was commonly accepted. But this was enough to counter every good grade they'd got in school and in life ever.

Clarke's eyes were wide as they took in Bellamy's panicked facial expression.

"What is it?" She hissed. Bellamy shook his head frantically at her.

"I'm really freaking out, Bell. I was so drunk last night I didn't think it was weird that she wasn't at the dorm but then I wake up this morning and she still isn't here. What if she's hurt, Bell? What if that Murphy guy got hold of her somehow?"

Bellamy cursed himself.

"O, calm down. Clarke's fine…" He pulled a face at the aforementioned girl beside him. "I… saw her last night. Going home with… that guy she likes."

Clarke's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. Octavia paused.

"What, are you sure? It's not like Clarke to go home with anybody, she'd have to seriously like the guy."

Bellamy smirked at this.

"I'm sure," He replied calmly. "I saw her, she was okay."

"Okay…" His sister responded. "Oh my god! I bet it's that guy in one of her classes who works at the café in town. They've been giving each other the eyes for weeks! Pretty sure his name is Sterling… oh wow, Clarke is such a dark horse."

Bellamy frowned at Clarke, who watched his face intently. She mimicked his frown questioningly.

Clearing his throat, Bellamy said, "Too much information, O. But I'm glad you're okay."

"I was so worried. She's my best friend, you know, Bell? We've only known each other for a few months but I can't imagine my life without her."

Sighing, Bellamy relaxed his face and reached up a hand to stroke Clarke's cheek.

"Yeah, I know. Happy birthday, again, O. I'll see you later."

"Thanks big brother! Come anytime, I'll be holed up in the dorm with Raven waiting for Clarke. And then tonight, dinner! Somewhere nice, I don't know really, Lincoln chose it."

"I wouldn't miss it."

"See you, Bell!" The line went dead.

Bellamy's head fell back onto the pillow, exhaling heavily.

"That was too close," He said to Clarke, who had propped herself up onto one elbow to look at him.

She smiled sadly, "Yeah."

Bellamy whipped his head sideways at her tone and began backtracking immediately, "But not nearly close enough to make me regret anything." And his face broke into a smile as she relented and giggled.

"God, you have a sexy laugh," He said lazily, and Clarke sobered up immediately.

She leaned over to slowly press her lips to his, and his eyes closed at her soft touch, and at how good it felt to wake up next to her.

She pulled away, "Good morning, Bellamy."

Stroking back the stray hairs from her forehead, he replied, "It's a great morning, Princess."

"Yeah?" A slight shyness was glittering in her eyes, and it amazed Bellamy who never saw Clarke as anything other than strong. Could it be possible he did this to her? The fact that he made her nervous made butterflies go haywire in his own stomach as he liked having an effect on her, and the effect she had on him.

"You have no idea," He assured her and pulled her face down to his. Before he could flip them over so that his body covered hers, she pulled away again with an 'mm'.

"I need to call Octavia," Clarke explained as he pouted. Grinning, Clarke rolled over and grabbed her phone. "So who is it I went home with?"

Bellamy made a tutting noise and looked away, "It was a ridiculous name." He said, feigning forgetfulness. In reality, he'd never forget the name of a man showing Clarke interest. He cursed his primal protection.

"Oh, like Bellamy?" Clarke quipped.

"Bellamy isn't ridiculous! I doubt anything is as ridiculous as Sterling."

"Sterling?"

"Damn it."

Clarke poked her tongue out, laughing to herself, "Octavia thinks I like Sterling? He's cute but I barely know the guy."

Shifting, Bellamy wrapped an arm around Clarke's middle.

"You barely knew me."

"That's not true. I knew you were Octavia's brother who took care of her no matter what. I knew you were a hard worker, kind when you want to be, and that your smile could probably make some people spontaneously combust." Bellamy was just staring at her, mouth slightly open, and Clarke began to blush. "Not me, though. You'll have to try harder with me." She joked lamely.

Bellamy sat up, slightly shocked by what she had said. Shocked that she had looked at him and seen all of that, when he'd only be rude and arrogant.

"I thought you just thought I was an asshole," Was all he could think of.

"Oh I still think that." Laughing wickedly, she pushed off the bed and began dialling Octavia's number.

Bellamy took her in, standing in his bedroom, in his shirt, the sun making a halo around her golden hair. Something was happening inside of him, every time he looked at her, something that seemed distinctly irreversible.

"Princess?" Bellamy called softly. Clarke turned around in the doorframe of the bathroom. "You have no idea how hard I'm going to try."

Clarke smiled slowly with her lips still closed, eyes glinting, before shutting the door behind her.

"Okay, so you're coming to dinner tonight?" Clarke asked.

"Of course. Worried about all that time apart?" Bellamy winked, meaning Clarke just rolled her eyes.

"I think I'll cope," She deadpanned. "I'm going to hang out with my best friend on her birthday."

They were sitting in Bellamy's car, around the corner from Clarke and Octavia's dorm.

"Well, that's not fair. I'll be at home just thinking about you and you'll be having fun? Unbelievable."

"Life isn't fair, Blake," Clarke pushed at his dramatic puppy-eyed face. "I bet you wouldn't be half as popular with all the girls if they knew you were so whiny!"

"That's probably true," He sighed, feigning sadness.

Clarke leaned over in her seat, grinning, "Well, that suits me just fine."

Bellamy grinned before closing the distance between them to capture her mouth in a kiss. She opened her mouth to him as he flicked his tongue along her bottom lip, bringing one hand to the back of his head. Undoing his seatbelt, Bellamy leaned into her, stroking his hands along her hips and around her waist to pull her closer.

"Remember me when you're having fun today, Princess," He whispered against her lips.

"Hmmm, that might be hard," Clarke teased softly.

With a low growl, Bellamy slid his mouth down to her neck, peppering wet kisses along her jaw. Clarke whimpered as he began sucking on a spot on her neck, curling her fingers in his hair. He trailed a path down to her collarbone and down to the curve of her breasts, and Clarke's eyes fluttered closed. Licking a line up her chest, Bellamy brought his mouth to hers again, where Clarke immediately opened her mouth and kissed him fiercely. They broke apart shortly after, breaths heavy and mixing, lips swollen.

"And now?" Bellamy said in a low voice.

"A little easier, yeah," Clarke replied breathlessly. She blinked a few times and they pulled away from each other, both unable to keep the smiles off their faces. "Oh my God, we're in full daylight just sitting in your car! I hope nobody walked past…"

Clarke scanned the immediate area, and Bellamy studied her face.

"You okay?" He asked, and she turned to him, a smile finding her face again, one so genuine he couldn't help but respond.

"More than okay," She assured him, then sighed. "But I have to go. It is Octavia's birthday. I'll see you later."

Bellamy nodded, "Get out of here." He said fondly with a wink.

Clarke let herself out of the car and half ran across the green to the corner of the street where she disappeared with a final glance over her shoulder. Bellamy, however, stayed put for a moment. He was a bit confused as to why they couldn't tell anyone that they liked each other. He wanted to say they were together, but were they? And god, when was the last time he'd been together with anyone? It was definitely not his usual style, but Bellamy couldn't help it when it came to Clarke. She made all the other girls near her look blurry to him, like they didn't even exist. He was seized by the desire to show her everything beautiful in the world and take care of everything she ever needed. Not that she'd let him do the last part. This feeling was completely alien to him, but he found it was something he wanted, like really really wanted. Clarke Griffin. His younger sister's best friend. If he'd known that a year ago he'd think he was going insane, but a year ago, he'd never met Clarke.

Four hours later, Bellamy turned up to the dorm again, actually going inside this time to find Clarke, Octavia and Raven somehow all squashed together in Octavia's bed watching The Proposal again. Bellamy forced his eyes to slide over Clarke.

"Having a productive birthday, then?" He commented.

"Hey, big brother!" Octavia grinned, climbing over Raven who squealed in protest to reach Bellamy and tackle him into a hug. She narrowed her eyes, "I can do whatever I like on my birthday."

Bellamy smiled, "And you're so right. Happy birthday, O."

"Thanks, Bell." Octavia glowed. She turned back to the bed and crawled in.

"God, quit stepping on my spleen," Raven protested.

"You don't even need your spleen," Octavia rolled her eyes, making herself comfortable between her two friends. "Poor Raven's feeling a bit fragile today." Octavia told Bellamy, who slumped on the floor in front of the bed.

"I feel fine. It's you who's being more annoying than usual," Raven grunted.

"Don't be a grump to the birthday girl, Raven. At least wait til midnight," Clarke piped up from her fort of pillows surrounding her head.

"Don't get me started on you, Griffin! You're oozing happiness today, it's making me feel sick," Raven gave Clarke a pointed stare.

Bellamy could practically feel Clarke blushing and was glad he was facing away from the girls, able to smirk to himself.

"I believe that's because of the Long Island iced tea you were sure you needed, not me," Clarke said indignantly.

"Were you even there for… that?" Raven faltered, unsure she wanted to even say the name of any alcoholic drinks in case it made her gag.

"Oh, honey, you drank so much they can actually smell it on you from Long Island!" Octavia joined in, making her and Clarke laugh manically.

Raven just responded with a disgruntled noise, too hungover to batter them with a pillow.

"Where did you go last night, Bell?" Octavia asked, suddenly. "You didn't say goodbye after you took Clarke outside."

Bellamy froze, caught off guard. "Yeah, sorry about that, O. I was… I was feeling really tired so I headed home after I made sure Clarke was okay."

"It's okay, I get it, and you work too hard." Bellamy brushed her comment off, and with a 'tsk' Octavia was silent again.

Bellamy found it very hard to sit still and stare at Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds on the screen when he knew Clarke was right behind him, could feel her. He practically had to sit on his hands.

After the movie had finished, Octavia and Clarke had both sworn they'd seen Raven crying at the end, and Raven mustered up the strength to push them both off the bed in a heap of laughter, Octavia decreed that they should get ready for dinner.

Raven disappeared next door to take a shower and get ready, leaving Bellamy reading a dusty school book of Octavia's while she and Clarke deliberated clothing. It worked for the most part, but he kept find his eyes flicking towards Clarke, sometimes to find her already looking at him. Their eyes would flash and they'd look away, and then it would begin again.

"I give up, I've worn all of my clothes a million times," Octavia threw a rejected dress on the bed where it lay with all the others. She was silent for a second, before springing to life again. "Raven said Munroe went shopping last weekend and has a return pile as high as my waist. Do you think it's worth a shot?"

Clarke, who was squinting at her mirror as she delicately drew on her eyeliner, said, "Go ask."

Octavia swept from the room in a whirlwind of giddy spirit, and just a heartbeat before the door closed, Clarke and Bellamy simultaneously realised they were about to be alone. Clarke offered Bellamy a shaky laugh, putting down her kohl pencil. He, in turn, slammed the book he was fake-reading shut and was with her in an instant, just as she stood up.

"You look handsome as hell in a suit, Blake," Clarke admitted.

"And you look hot as hell. Always."

"Smooth," Clarke commented.

"Thanks," Bellamy breathed before dipping his head down to kiss her.

A muffled door slammed, and Clarke gave Bellamy a shove away from her, he was still gaining his footing as Octavia opened their own door and barrelled in with three new outfits slung over an arm. She stopped at the sight of them. Clarke, looking scandalized, and Bellamy a metre away looking like somebody had pushed him, baffled.

"Everything okay?" Octavia asked uncertainly, glancing between them.

Bellamy just stared, but quick as a flash, Clarke seized the book still in his hand and flung her arms in the air.

"Everything's fine! If fine means that your idiot brother thinks that Darcy was justified in treating Elizabeth the way he did when they first met!"

Octavia and Bellamy shot her equally puzzled looks. Clarke only looked at Bellamy, play along.

Inwardly sighing, Bellamy let out a scoff, "Look, Princess, you can defend little Lizzie all you want, but she treated Darcy just as bad."

"Wait, are you guys fighting about the book Lincoln gave me?" Octavia's jaw dropped at the two of them.

Clarke rolled her eyes, "It's not about the book, it's about you being a stubborn ass!"

He raised his eyebrows at her defiant face, "I'm stubborn? I don't know whether to laugh or cry at how ironic that is! You thinking I'm stubborn!"

"Is that your smart way of saying you think I'm stubborn?" Clarke barked a laugh. "You would say that about me, just because I disagree with you."

"Yeah, all the damn time."

"Well, everything you say is stupid, so I am fully within my rights to do so!" Clarke poked him in the shoulder, and at that point they realised two things.

One, Octavia had muttered how insane they were and made a direct path to the bathroom where she now remained. And two, they had gotten seriously close to one another.

"We fight about Pride and Prejudice now?" Bellamy quirked an eyebrow.

Clarke snorted, "I panicked. And you looked like I'd just punched you in the face."

"You did shove me," Bellamy pointed out.

Clarke placed a hand on his chest, making his heart pound so easily, "I'm sorry."

Bellamy shrugged, and glanced at the bathroom door, where a shower had now been turned on.

"Don't be. I'd forgotten how cute you are when you're all riled up," He said.

Clarke slid her hands up into his hair, "You miss arguing with me?"

"In a way… I suppose I do."

"Ha!" Clarke's eyes danced. "I found out what your kink is."

Bellamy's eyes almost pinged out his head in shock, "You're mad, you know that, right?"

Clarke grinned, "What I do know, is that whenever you're mad at me, you really just want to have sex with me." She broke into peals of laughter as Bellamy cleared his throat, suddenly feeling everywhere she touched him practically burned. He almost laughed at how she could make him into a little school boy, stammering and blushing.

It was then that Bellamy finally slid his arms around her waist to pull her close against his body, a look in his eye that made Clarke's breathing stop.

"Not just when I'm mad at you," Bellamy assured her in a low tone and it was Clarke's turn to squirm. She blushed but the look in her eye, he swore it matched his own and god he wanted to kiss her, he always wanted to kiss her –

"Clarke! Clarke, could you grab my towel?" Octavia suddenly called from the bathroom.

Clarke took a firm step away from Bellamy, unable to meet his eye.

"I'm coming!" She called back in response, her voice sounding a little wobbly.

Bellamy grinned.

Dinner was a huge success, as long as Bellamy didn't look at Lincoln for long periods of time. They sat a large table with Octavia, Clarke, Raven, Munroe, Monty, Jasper and two girls Octavia met on the volleyball team, Diana and Glass. He wasn't blind, and could see Diana watching him through the entirety of the meal, making conversation specifically directed at him and batting her eyelids. Maybe Diana would have been his kind of girl. That is, if he wasn't falling overwhelmingly fast for the gorgeous blonde freshman sitting right next to him. The girl in question had become increasingly scathing when she spoke to Diana, practically rolling her eyes whenever she spoke.

Naturally, to stop himself from rolling his own eyes when Lincoln started talking (completely undeserving, he knew that), and to keep Clarke from spitting in the next drink Diana ordered, his hand found hers under the table. At first she'd slapped it away, casting a worried glance at the other members of their party. It was only when Diana reapplied her lip gloss that Clarke's hand snaked into his own.

"Clarke, you were such a badass yesterday. My hero, my queen!" Jasper was saying to Clarke dramatically over desert.

"Tell that to my bruised knuckles. But it was so worth it," Clarke smiled at Jasper as he grinned across the table, truly grateful for his friends after last night's events with Murhpy. Bellamy knew that Jasper hadn't told any of them what Murphy had against him, but Clarke predicted it would all come when Jasper was ready. For now, keep an eye out.

"Clarke got good karma from it already," Raven said, mouth twitching. She had regained health on the drive over to the restaurant and after swearing off alcohol for life, had ordered a white wine with her starter.

"Shut up, Raven," Clarke said lightly.

Monty raised his eyebrows as Jasper looked pleadingly around the table for an explanation.

"Oh, tell him, Clarke, there's no shame in getting some!" Octavia grinned, oblivious to her near mortification.

"Must we do this at dinner?" Clarke begged.

"Who got some? You did? Who from?" Jasper asked quickly, eyes wide.

"No one! We just… we just made out," Bellamy squeezed her hand, silently laughing. "A lot."

"You stayed over?" Asked Munroe.

"Practicality!" Clarke reasoned. "I was pretty drunk."

"How drunk do you need to be to go home with Sterling?" Raven inquired, sipping her wine innocently.

"Coffee shop Sterling? I know him!" Glass exclaimed.

"Nice work, girl, he's gorgeous." Diana chimed in, making Clarke's nostrils flare.

"Can you, like, not spread it around? It was completely innocent, I swear. I'll probably never see him again." Clarke said, focussing on acting nonchalant.

It was then that Bellamy saw fit to let go of Clarke's hand and slide onto her thigh. She sucked her teeth, not daring to look at him.

"Was he bad?" Glass looked thoroughly disappointed.

"Um… you know," Clarke began, Bellamy's hand creeping slowly up the thigh. "He was okay," Under the skirt. "I guess." Clarke's hand found Bellamy's under the table and clasped onto it. He smirked at his desert plate.

Raven snorted, "Let's not torture her anymore, she looks pretty uncomfortable. Sorry, Clarke."

Clarke shot Bellamy a glare as the conversation topic moved onto what drastic haircut Jasper should get.

"Do you mind?" She hissed.

Bellamy chuckled, "Not in the slightest."

The group made their way into the parking lot, pulling their coats around them as the wind picked up.

"All right, everyone into their assigned cars," Bellamy directed, ever the older brother.

Everyone flocked to hug Octavia, and she thanked them all for their gifts and the promise to have another night like the one in Polis very soon.

"What about Raven? You're over the limit, Reyes." Monty commented as Raven climbed behind the driver's seat of Clarke's car.

"Shit! Why did nobody remind me earlier that I'd promised to drive?"

"I'm pretty sure we did," Munroe shook her head. "And now Clarke's over the limit because you said you'd drive her car."

"Shit," Raven repeated.

"Don't panic, Bell can take people home, right?" Octavia looked imploringly up at her brother.

Bellamy sighed, but never able to deny his sister anything, nodded.

"Great! So I'll go with Lincoln, and we'll take Monty and Jasper. Bellamy, you take Glass and Diana, maybe? And someone in dorms will have to go the long way round with you. And then one person on the back of Munroe's bike."

"Whereabouts do you live?" Bellamy asked Glass and Diana.

"Right above the Dropship take out place," Diana answered immediately.

"And where is that?" Bellamy said impatiently.

"You don't know where the Dropship is?" Clarke said in disbelief. He shot her a look. "What? Best take out ever."

Octavia paused getting into Lincoln's car, "Clarke, you can go with Bellamy and be his GPS. Raven, get on Munroe's bike and hold tight."

Clarke looked at Bellamy, who shrugged, and so she climbed into the shotgun seat of his car, Glass and Diana piling in the back.

"Thanks for this," Diana smiled.

Bellamy, noting Clarke's body language, just nodded in the mirror at her.

The drive was mostly silent apart from Glass prattling on about her new girlfriend Charlotte who she just adored. Occasionally, Diana would try and speak to Bellamy but he was mindful of his passengers and tried to keep his answers as short as possible.

"Left here," Clarke instructed, and they pulled up outside the Dropship.

"Thanks, guys. I hope I see you around! Maybe getting the best take out ever?" Glass grinned at Clarke before hopping out the car.

Diana took a while, as though she was struggling with her seatbelt, and Clarke tapped her fingers on the dashboard. Eventually she seemed to free herself and leaned forward into the gap between the two front seats.

"I hope to see you around, Bellamy," she said, pressing a napkin firmly into Bellamy's hand.

He stared at the napkin, then at Diana, who winked before retreating and sliding out the car. As Diana slammed the front door behind her, Bellamy threw the napkin onto the dashboard before pulling away.

He knew Clarke was looking at it, stealing glances at him.

"I am sure not going to look at it. Would you like to?" He asked her eventually.

Clarke gave him a withering glare before snatching it off the dashboard.

"I knew it! Her number! Can't she tell you weren't even vaguely interested?" Clarke scoffed. "You weren't, were you?" She continued, smaller this time.

He shot her an incredulous look. "Don't be insane."

In a flash, Clarke had the window down and her hand holding Diana's napkin casually stuck out of it, before her fingers opened and the number sailed into the night sky behind them.

"Okay, that was insane," She said moments later. "I just hate the way her eyes on you made me feel. Like I wanted to scream in her face that you weren't available, or maybe force you to shut your eyes so you couldn't see her pretty hair and skinny body."

Bellamy's eyes stayed on the road. Knowing that she felt as strongly as he did stirred something inside of him. It didn't really matter that she wanted to keep it a secret, that didn't make it any less real. She wanted him, and holy crap did he want her.

"Say something, would you? Bell?" Clarke's cautious tone almost whispering the nickname was the last straw for Bellamy. Changing his mind, he jerked the car right instead of left into a deserted parking lot.

"Okay," He said harshly, the low tones of want creeping into his voice. "I'll say something."

He unclipped his seatbelt and Clarke automatically unclipped her own, staring into his face with unsure eyes. Bellamy didn't give her a chance to take a breath. His lips were on hers, tongue licking into her mouth and hands holding her face with such intensity, a fierceness he'd never felt before. Clarke responded eagerly, arms coming to circle his neck.

"You," Bellamy said roughly against her lips, in between kisses. "I want you. All I have now is a want and need for you." His mouth begin the descent down her neck once more, peppering her skin with purple marks. Mine. His fingers pushed aside the strap of her dress, and he was kissing her shoulder and then back down to the spot between her breasts. Clarke was whimpering, whispering his name as she pulled his jacket off and then both of her straps further, revealing her naked chest to him. Surprised, Bellamy stared at them for a moment before Clarke moaned in anticipation and he took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, eliciting sounds from Clarke he'd only heard in dreams before now. She pulled his face back up to her own and kissed him feverishly, as his hands gently massaged at her breasts.

"You're beautiful," Bellamy breathed between kisses.

"Can we… can we get in the back seat?" Clarke asked breathily.

He pulled away to look in her eyes, what he saw there made heat flare through his body. He nodded quickly, and they made the awkward climb into the back seat.

For a moment, they sat and stared at each other in the moonlight filtering through the windows. Then she took his face in her hands and kissed him agonizingly slowly, pulling on his lower lip ever so gently.

"The Sterlings and Dianas in the world don't matter anymore. Not here, at least. It's just you and I," She whispered.

Bellamy surged forward to kiss her, pushing her gently back on the seat. His fingers stroked over her nipples as he kissed her jaw.

"Your hands feel so good on me."

Bellamy began kissing the spot behind her ear, making her shiver.

"Use them," she said, so quiet he almost didn't hear. He didn't need to hear it twice, but he wanted to.

"Use my hands?" He breathed, his voice impossibly low.

She nodded, "Use them on me… in me."

Bellamy would have liked to use a lot more than his hands on her, but the back of his car was only so big, and he was not about to fuck Clarke for the first time in a car. It felt wrong.

"Your wish is my command, Princess," he was acting cool, but he was in a frenzy. He felt hot all over, and he was so glad she'd asked because it was getting difficult to keep his hands to himself.

He let a hand wander down her side to her thigh, where he rubbed the skin, kissing her all the while. He dropped the other hand to slip underneath the skirt and ease her underwear off. Her breath was hitching, and honestly so was his, as his fingers left her thigh and reached her folds, slowly beginning to rub the clit. Clarke sucked in a breath and gripped the strands of hair she had been playing with.

"Bellamy…" She breathed.

He groaned at the sound of her voice, at the feel of her, "You're so wet for me, Clarke."

She could only whimper in reply as Bellamy could no longer resist and slipped a finger into her. Both of their breathing was shallow, but soon Clarke began to grind against his hand, so he added another finger.

"Oh, god, Bellamy, don't stop," her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, her head leaning against the back of the seat. Bellamy picked up the pace of his fingers going in and out of her, using his thumb to brush the clit each time. Her hip movements became frantic and jerky and he peppered her face with kisses.

"Bellamy… yes… right there. Please, keep going…"

"I'm not stopping," he panted.

Clarke began to moan, "I'm close, so close."

"Come for me, Princess," Bellamy said as softly as he could, as his fingers kept working.

Clarke couldn't take anymore, and she groaned his name as her walls clenched around his fingers. Eyes still closed, she let Bellamy kiss her until she sat up and the two of them drove home, hands clasped in between the seats.

Later, when Octavia called to thank him again for being there and her present, Bellamy could hear Clarke's voice in the background, complaining about how he refused to take the directions she suggested to get home so they were miserably lost. Octavia told off Bellamy for being a brat, and hung up the phone with a "love you, Bell!"

Nice cover, Princess. Sweet dreams. B x

A/N: So, hi. I can only profusely apologise for making you wait so long for Chapter 12, I hope you like it! One of my pet peeves is when authors just ditch their stories when you're so invested in them and that's exactly what I did, so I'm a pile of pants and you're all gems if you're still here. I'm hoping this won't happen again because the things that prevented me from writing before are on the mend and I've missed writing!

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