Hi, everyone. When I first started this story a few years ago, I had so many big plans with great ups and downs, twists and turns. Along the way it has morphed itself into something different, but equally amazing. A lot of has happened in my personal life—graduating from my master's program, post-grad jobs, post-grad trainings, and some more frequent episodes of my depression and anxiety—and it has led to this story taking a lot longer to produce than I intended it to when I started. Five years is a long time, and I think it is time to abandon the plot points of the last third of this story and go with where these characters have led us. This chapter will be the final one, and I hope that it is satisfying, sexy, exciting, and perfect where these two idiots have brought us.

So, without further ado, I give you the conclusion of Win A Date with Bellamy Blake.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Bellamy poked Clarke with one of his toes. He was seated on his couch in his media room, and the TV was on in the background. Neither one of them were really watching it. Well, he was watching her. She was staring at her iPad. They were facing each other, with one of his feet on the ground and his other leg was in between hers, and he kept tapping her inner thigh with his foot to get her attention. There was the soft, clicking noise in the background from the portable timer that he'd brought from the kitchen to alert him when the vegan lasagna he was making was finished. He was using their dinner (at his house) as a tester to see how easily he could pull Clarke away from her painting. The second she'd walked through the door, however, with barely a kiss, she dropped onto his couch and buried her face into her iPad.

"I'm searching for places to rent for the month I'm in New York from mid-March to Mid-April." She didn't look up from her iPad. He watched as she furrowed her brow and shook her head lightly before tapping at the top of her screen.

He chewed on his bottom lip at the reminder that they were supposed to be easing up on their contact before they went their separate ways in March. Their breakup. But, her birthday was coming up…was he supposed to be the dick that broke up with her right before her birthday? Or, was he the dick who breaks up with her after her birthday. If that was the case, then he couldn't do what he had planned. It was a little too "happy couple" for a couple that splits right after that.

He hated the idea of not seeing her every day was killing him. He didn't want to be away from her in that capacity. Sure, they could talk on the phone, text, or private message each other through social media, but it wasn't the same.

"I was thinking that I might go to Manhattan for a few months."

"Really?" Clarke's eyes darted up from her iPad screen and locked onto his face. He swallowed, because her eyes were narrowed, and he didn't know what that look meant. She was studying him so intensely, and it felt like her eyes were tearing through his flesh to see deep inside him. He just didn't know what she saw as she looked at him. "Why? You start filming in Croatia in April."

Bellamy chewed on his bottom lip a little. "Wouldn't it be strange that my girlfriend is New York for a huge art show-one that is a collaboration with another artist and that a book is being produced from, I might add-but I'd be here until I had to fly out before filming a movie for months in a foreign country. We wouldn't be seeing each other for months, Clarke. That's abnormal. Especially, because the filming doesn't start until April now. That's a whole month of me being in Los Angeles, while you're in Manhattan, and then I spend months in Croatia filming. So, if my girlfriend is in Manhattan, then I should be in Manhattan for as long as I can before I have to leave the US." He shrugged.

His phone beeped, and he picked it up from where it was resting on the ottomon in front of him. He saw that it was a text from his sister. O was asking him about getting lunch the next day. After texting an affirmative to her, he looked up to see that Clarke had brow furrowed. "What?"

"So, this is just about looking good for the press? You spending time in Manhattan, because it looks better for you to be there while I'm there?"

He was shocked at how that cut into his heart. He let out a deep breath, because that was total bullshit. How could she think that was all that it was for him? How could she think that he only wanted to be around her because it looked good for his career? "Is that what you think? You think I only want to go, because it's better for my career?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck you, Clarke."

"What? Fuck me? Real mature, Bellamy. You're the one saying that it's stupid for you to stay here for a month when I'm in Manhattan."

"Yeah, Clarke, because I'm already going to be gone for months in another country, practically on the other side of the planet. Do you really think that the only reason why I want to go to Manhattan with my goddamn girlfriend is because it would be good for my career?"

"Your girlfriend?" It was his turn to feel uncomfortable, almost as if he revealed too much. But, what was he revealing exactly—he wasn't so sure.

"Well, isn't that what you are?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Like, we've referred to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, so it would be weird for me to not call you that, right?"

Her brow furrowed lightly, and she pinched her lips together for a moment. Her nose twitched as she looked away. "I mean, yeah, but…" She scratched at her forehead, just above her left eyebrow.

"Clarke." He shook his head. "You're important to me. Of course I want to spend as much time as I can with you." He reached out to her, laying his hand down on his lap, palm up. She hesitated a few moments and then laid her hand on top of his. Immediately, their fingers threaded together, and she nodded her head at him.

"I'd love it if you got a place in New York before you have to leave to film the movie."

He swallowed, wiping the palm of his free hand on his thigh. His palm hadn't been this sweaty since he was twelve and he was going to kiss a girl for the first time. "I was thinking that instead of you and I both renting a place, we could just get the place together."

"What?" She dropped her iPad in her lap. "Like…together?" Her hand immediately withdrew from his, and he felt it like a shot in the heart.

"I was thinking that maybe I'd fly out of JFK on the eleventh. I always have it written into my contracts that I get a four-day break every two weeks during filming. Flights will take anywhere between ten and a half to fourteen hours, depending on if I can get a direct flight or if I need to do a layover somewhere, but that's still around three days that I'll be in town and we can see each other."

"How long are you filming for? I'd be staying at the apartment we rented together for the duration of filming?"

"Filming will probably be about four months? Give or take a few weeks."

"Wouldn't that be hard on you—filming for two weeks, dealing with a long flight—likely with connections unless you're doing private—then having to deal with jet lag here before flying back and filming while dealing with jet lag?"

"Well, yeah, it would suck, but it'd be worth it to see you." He dropped her gaze as he began bouncing the leg that he was resting on the floor. "You could always come out to where we're filming in Croatia after the shows and everything is finalized with the sales of your pieces."

"Bell…" She shifted so that her one foot fell to the floor.

Bellamy retracted his other leg, turning away from Clarke. "Unless you don't want to do it, then that's cool, too."

"No, stop, Bell, I'm not saying no." She shifted her position so that she could move closer to him. He took a deep breath, trying to settle the pounding of his heart. She leaned her chin onto his shoulder. "I just don't know what this means."

"What do you mean, Clarke? What does what mean?"

"When we started all of this, the intention was that it was going to be a short 'are-they, aren't-they' thing before going our separate ways, because we were so busy. But we were never that. Things got so deep and real, so fast. I just...I don't know what this means. I don't know how to handle this." She waved a hand between them.

"So, you want to end this?"

"No—that's…I don't know why this is so hard for me." She stood up. He watched as she began pacing back and forth, twisting and interlocking her fingers periodically. "What is this, Bell? I'm confused as hell, and I have been for ages." She paused for a moment. "Are we friends? Because I don't kiss you like I kiss my friends. Friends don't make out and almost have sex with each other just about every time they're alone together. Even best friends—Wells and I have never done that. Kate, if she were into girls, and I have never done that." She rubbed at her face for a moment. "Are we dating? What are we doing here?"

"Clarke…" Bellamy stopped, because he didn't know what to say. Clarke crossed her arms and stared at him. "I…you're my best friend, but…"

"But, what? You don't want to hurt my feelings? It's habit? You're horny? You're avoiding an end date? You like what it does for your career?"

"No, stop. None of that…well, a little because I'm horny, but I know you are, too." She rolled her eyes. "Clarke…I don't know how to answer this question."

"You can't tell me how you feel?" She turned her back on him.

"Because you're being so forthcoming with how you feel right now…"

"I already told you—I'm confused about what this is!"

"Yeah, but you didn't say what you want, Clarke. What is it that you want this to be?" She stared at him. Of course, she was silent now. "Right…" He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, pressing his face into his hands.

"I want you, Bell." Clarke whispered, and, for a second, Bellamy froze, because he wasn't sure what she meant. Or, maybe was just scared to have her confirm what she meant. "I thought it was obvious…it feels like it's obvious. Everyone could see it. Your sister. Kate. Wells. Everyone saw it."

He dropped his hands from his face. "What?"

"That's all you have to say? I tell you that I want you, and I get a 'what?' Great." She threw her hands up in the air.

"That's not fair, Clarke. You're still not being honest. How?" She wrapped her arms around herself. "I need to know how you want me, babe…" She looked away from him. "C'mon, Princess. Tell me…" He stood up and slowly walked towards her.

"Bell," she took a step back, but he reached out, taking hold of her upper arm.

"Clarke, please?" His fingers slid down her arm slowly. He took her hand in his, raising it between them. His laid his other hand on top of their joined hands. "I need to know how you want me."

"How do you want me, Bell?"

"I..."

"You don't know, do you? You don't want me the way that I want you." She pulled her hand from his.

"I don't know how to answer you, Clarke. This is...this is too much."

"Fuck you, Bellamy." She stalked away from him. Her eyes filled up with tears.

"I don't let people in, Clarke. You're the first person that got beneath my skin in a long time. Fuck, ever. How I feel about you is so different from everyone else. I don't know what it means. I need to know what it means, Clarke. You can tell me. You can tell me what I'm feeling-what we're doing. What we are."

"I can't tell you that, Bellamy, because you might not feel the same as me. What I feel for you...those are my feelings. I can't tell you how you feel about me." She wiped at the tears that slipped down her cheeks. He reached out for her, but she shook her head, holding a hand up. "No. I can't...it hurts too much."

"You're my best friend, Clarke." He felt the tears slip down his cheeks, too. He squeezed his hands into his fist. "You're the most important person to me in my life. I've tried so fucking hard to be someone that makes you happy, and I feel like I do nothing but hurt you."

"I'm hurting, because I don't know how you feel. Because I'm worried that you don't…" She abruptly stopped talking and clutched at her chest.

"That I don't...what?"

"I can't do this anymore, Bellamy." She wiped at her cheeks. "I can't be with you anymore." He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. She was walking away from him, and it felt like a piece of him was being torn out.

"You're breaking up with me."

"WE'RE NOT TOGETHER, BEll! How can I break up with you if we're not together?" She threw her hands up in the air. "This is what I'm talking about. This-" she waved her hand between them. "This isn't a friendship, and it's not a relationship. I have no fucking idea what it is, but I need to walk away. I don't want to, Bellamy, but I can't keep doing this half-in, half-out thing here. I want this to be real. Fuck! Are you happy now? I want this to be a real relationship, and I want us to be together. I want to kiss you and have sex with you and hug you and laugh with you and hang out with you and do all of the shit we already do, but I want it to be real. I want to know that you're my boyfriend, and I'm your girlfriend. I want you, Bellamy. I want us." She pressed a hand to her forehead. "I want to be in love and to have a family one day, and I don't think you can give that to me."

"I don't know what love feels like, Clarke. I love my sister, but I sure as fuck don't feel the same way about you as I feel about her. I don't feel the same way about you as I feel about Kane. Or Murphy." He swallowed. "How do you know...how do you know when you love someone, Clarke?"

"You just know, Bellamy."

"What is different from friendship and being in love?"

"So much of being in love is friendship. It is stronger, though. It's deeper. It's a partnership. It's companionship and respect. It's kindness and support. It's deciding that the person is someone you want to spend as much of your life with as you can. There is passion and sensuality, but even when that is gone, you still look at this person and see them for the beautiful soul that they are. I don't know, Bell. Being in love is all of that and more. You just know, Bellamy. You feel it in your bones that this is your person." She wiped at her cheeks again. "You'd know if you love me. And you don't, because you aren't struggling with this as much as I am. As much as I...care about you, Bell, I can't keep doing this anymore. It has to end."

Clarke walked to the couch where she had left her iPad. She grabbed it, shoving her feet into her shoes quickly. Bellamy followed, because she was not leaving like this. She wasn't going to throw all of this in his face-tell him that she wanted to be with him, that she might even love him, only to dump him and then leave. "Clarke, stop."

"I can't, Bell. This is killing me." She rushed up the stairs to grab the bag that she'd left in his room, and he followed, blocking the door to his bedroom. She couldn't leave when she'd finished grabbing her bag, because he was there-in her way. "Bell, move."

"No. You're not leaving like this. You're not walking out on me. We're not finished here. We're not finished at all. You want me to say that I'm your boyfriend? Fine. I'm your boyfriend. You're my girlfriend. This is real, but please don't leave."

"It's not real! You're saying that because you think it will keep me from walking out the door. You don't mean it. You have to want this, Bellamy. You have to want me."

"I do want you!" He shouted. He pulled the bag from her hands and dropped in on the ground to the right of her. "I am tearing myself apart right now to keep you here, Clarke. If you walk out the door, you're walking out of my life. I can't lose you." She shook her head.

"You're saying all of the wrong things. If I never said anything, would you be saying all of this? Be honest, Bellamy. Think hard on it, right now. Would you be standing here, saying that you want to be in a relationship with me, if there wasn't a chance that I was walking away and you wouldn't see me again."

"What does that matter?"

"It matters, Bellamy, because it tells you how you feel about me."

"I don't want anything to change, Clarke. We were happy, weren't we? We were making plans. We were renting an apartment together. I asked you to come to stay with me while I filmed the movie. I thought everything was working." She stepped back from him, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Bellamy, that's everything a couple does. Couples go on trips together and move in together. That's what they do when they're in love. I need you to be one hundred percent honest with yourself right now. I need you to let yourself feel. Do you see me as your girlfriend-your partner-the woman you could marry one day? Or do you still see me as your best friend who you like making out with? Your old rival from high school that you think is hot and you grew to like as a person? Someone who could be replaced or could walk away, and you'd grow to be okay with it? Or, if I decided that I wanted to stop all of the kissing and tell the world that we weren't dating-just faking it-would you be okay with that?"

He swallowed. Everything she was saying was making sense. He was treating her like his girlfriend, but he never said the words. He never asked her whether she wanted to be anything more than the girl who did him a favor. He opened his mouth a few times, trying to get any type of words to come out. It felt like he was blocked, like he didn't have the words.

"Exactly. The label we use doesn't matter to you, Bell, because you don't want this to be real. You're fine with us being just friends. You're fine with us just staying the same. You're fine with all of it, because this whole thing is another role that you're playing. I can't keep pretending to be your girlfriend anymore, Bellamy. I'm not an actress. This isn't fun for me. It's killing me. Please let me go."

Bellamy closed his eyes, stepping back and out of the way. Clarke bent over to pick up her bag. As she started to pass by him, he finally understood what he needed to tell her. The thing that would be true and real, and that it would keep her from walking away from him. "The label doesn't matter to me, Clarke, because it's all true. You are my best friend, but you're also the girl I can see myself living with and spending the rest of my life with. You are my partner. You are everything to me. I never thought about marriage with anyone, because I didn't think I'd ever find someone who I felt like I could marry. That I was worthy enough to marry someone. " She froze at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to finish.

"You are my high school rival that I always thought was hot, and I have grown to like you as a person. More than that. You're the most important person in my life, and you know how ridiculous my relationship with my sister is. And, if you honestly wanted to walk away from me or from this thing between us, I wouldn't be fine; I would be a mess. I'd be destroyed, honestly. What I would be fine with is if you wanted to stop all of the kissing and all of the cuddling and all of that, and just be friends. I would be fine if you wanted to announce to the world that this was all fake. But it would be a lie, because it wasn't fake to me. It never was. You are my best friend, my partner, and the only woman who I can see myself having something real with."

Her head fell forward, chin tucked against her chest. Her shoulders began shaking, and he heard her soft sobs. He moved towards her, laying a hand on her shoulder, guiding her back from the stairs. She dropped her bag on the floor, turning and pressing her face to his chest. He wrapped both arms around her, pressing hard kisses to hair. He was essentially trying to fuse his lips to the crown of her head, like each time his lips left her hair was painful for him. "Bell," she whispered, and he tilted her head back to lean his forehead against hers.

"Everything I'm feeling...it's love, right?" She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, and he rubbed his nose against the tip of hers. "I love you, right? I'm in love with you."

Clarke let out a shuttering breath. She pressed her lips to Bellamy's-once, twice, three times in quick succession. "I fucking hope so, because that was quite the speech, Bellamy Blake." He laughed, moving both of his hands to her cheeks, rubbing his thumbs on her cheeks and under her eyes to wipe away the dampness her tears had left behind.

"You still haven't said it, Clarke…" He kissed her gently, sucking on her bottom lip slightly.

"Who said I feel the same?" She teased, threading her fingers through the hair at the base of his skull.

"Fuck you," he muttered against her mouth as he began nibling at her lips. He kissed along her jaw to suck at the junction below her ear. "Say it."

"I love you, too, Bellamy." She sighed, tilting her head back to let him have more access to her neck. He placed sucking kisses up and down her neck, grinning at the sighs and whimpers that made her neck vibrate beneath his lips. His teeth grazed one of the tendons in her neck, making it bulge slightly as a deeper groan slipped from her lips. "So much. For so long. Since that first date. Since we bonded over bourbon in Kane's office. Since graduation. Since that drunken kiss at that party. Since that day I gave the tour of the lower school to your sister. Fuck, I don't know when it happened, but I've loved you for so long."

"I'll admit it took me a little longer to figure it out." He laughed, resting his forehead against her collarbone. She chuckled, running her nails lightly on his scalp and down the back of his neck. "I need you, babe. I need to make love to you. I need to worship every inch of your body. I need to taste you and kiss you and feel you. Please, Princess." He sucked at her collarbone and ran his tongue along it.

"I-" She didn't get to finish, because they heard a loud beeping noise from downstairs. "I need you to go turn off the oven so that we can eat lasagna after you thoroughly ravish me." She pushed him back from her body. "I'll go freshen up." He laughed, willingly moving around her to go do as she requested. He didn't exactly want to eat burnt lasagna or to burn his house down while they were in bed together, either.

Clarke brought her bag into Bellamy's bedroom again. She placed it on the bed and unzippered it. She knew that he would likely want to undress her, so she didn't plan on getting naked for him. She just wanted to make sure she was ready for him. She grabbed the toiletry bag she'd brought with her and went into the bathroom.

She grimaced at the sight of herself-what little makeup she'd worn was smeared all over her face, and her cheeks were red and blotchy. Her eyelids were red from being rubbed at and from the crying. Well, they were red where they weren't black from her smeared mascara. She peed and then dampened one of the reusable face cloths that she'd brought with her to wipe between her legs; she wanted to make sure she didn't have an errant piece of toilet paper stuck to her skin. That would take her right out of the mood for sure. She then sniffed at her underarms and decided that applying another layer of her underarm deodorant cream might be a good idea. She pulled the jar from her bag and quickly massaged a small amount into her armpits.

She washed her hands quickly and then proceeded to wash her face to get rid of all of the smeared makeup. The cool water soothed her skin, and she felt so much better as she patted her skin dry with a clean face towel. She went through the rest of her skincare routine as quickly as possible. The knock on the bathroom door made her jump, and she dropped the toothbrush she was about to add toothpaste onto into the sink.

"Babe, you okay in there?" Bellamy's voice was muffled through the door. Clarke laughed softly to herself as she began to put her toothpaste and toothbrush away. She opted for a quick rinse of mouthwash in place of a full dental routine.

"Yeah," she called out. "I'll be out in a second." She rinsed her mouth quickly and spit it out in the sink as she ran the faucet to wash it away. Once she turned off the faucet, she frowned as she patted at her slightly damp and matted hair. It was falling out of the messy bun she had on top of her head. She quickly loosened her hair from the hair tie, letting it fall messily on her shoulders. She brushed it as gently and as quickly as she could, letting the curls feather around her face. She felt more like herself-more like the woman she wanted him to love. She put her brush away and zipped up her toiletry bag.

Adjusting her shirt-and then wincing when she felt her right breast spill out a little over the cup of her bra, she adjusted the way her breasts fell under her shirt-she took her toiletry bag in hand and headed to the bathroom door.

Bellamy smiled at her when she opened it, making Clarke suck her bottom lip into her mouth. "Hi," she whispered softly, and he smiled wider at her.

"Hi," he whispered back. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him. His lips found her left temple, and he pressed a quick kiss there before moving to whisper into her ear. "I'm surprised you didn't take a shower with all that freshening up you were doing."

"Shut up. I wanted to be ready for you."

"Babe, you could roll around in a pit of mud, and I'd be ready." He pulled back to wiggle his eyebrows at her. "Actually, that might be hot. We should do that some time."

She rolled her eyes and pushed at his chest with her free hand. "Are you going to take me to your bed or not?" He growled, pulling her tight into his arms to kiss her hard on the lips.

"Of course I am." He breathed into her lips, tangling his fingers into her loose curls. He twisted it lightly in his hand, tugging softly, and she practically purred against his mouth the hair was pulled taut from her scalp. "Mm, I love that sound, baby."

Bellamy backed them up, guiding her to the bed. When they got close, he pulled the toiletry bag from Clarke's hands and put it back into her bag, which he quickly moved to the floor. He reached for her again, both hands clutching her cheeks as he kissed her firmly.

She laid her hands on his hips, bunching the fabric so that a small hint of his was revealed. "I need this off, Bell." She pulled at his shirt, sliding it up so more of his torso was exposed.

"Impatient…" He tsked at her, stepping back and raising his hands up. "Go ahead. Undress me, Princess." She rolled her eyes but made quick work of pulling his shirt off. Her mouth immediately went to his chest as her fingers traced the expanse of skin now exposed to her. She felt the twitch of the muscles in his back, the divots of his abs, the swell of his biceps, the bulge of his veins in his arms, the hardened tips of his nipples-all of it. She couldn't get enough. Her hands and lips roamed. He let her discover him, too, his hands never straying from her hair.

After some time, Bellamy tugged at Clarke's hair again, forcing her head back, away from his chest. His lips found hers, tongue stroking along the seam. She opened her mouth quickly to him, as her nails scraped lightly along his back. She pushed closer, pressing against the warmth of him. "I need this off of you." He broke the kiss to reach for her shirt, pulling it off of her quickly. "Fuck, Princess," he muttered when she was left with just her bra covering her upperhalf. "So fucking beautiful."

"You're not so bad yourself," she sighed. The sigh quickly turned into a moan as he did his own discovery of her exposed skin. He painted her skin with his lips and tongue, sticking closely to the edge of the fabric. He pulled lightly at the cup of her bra with his teeth, and she let her head fall back. His hands massaged at her lower back, pulling her closer to his mouth as his tongue dipped into the crease between her breasts. "More, Bell. I need more."

"Whatever the hell you want, Clarke." He pulled back from her. One hand slid up her spine to find the bra clasp, while the other found a strap and began pulling it over her shoulder. The moment that she felt her bra give way, he was pulling it free from her chest. He cursed softly under his breath as he settled a hand onto the skin of her chest, just below her neck.

Bellamy's hand was on fire. It was the only thought Clarke's mind seemed to be able to form outside of the glow of pleasure and anticipation that was building in her body. She rested her hand over his, sliding it downward until he was palming one of her breasts. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby, so much." He kissed her hard as both hands began kneading softly at her breasts. He would cup her breasts in both palms, pushing them up, filling as much of his hands as he could, with the excess weight of them spilling out between his fingers and around his palms. Then he would release them, rubbing the pads of his thumbs around her nipples before making a gentle pass over her hardened nipples. The feather-light touches, the soft kneads-all of it was sending shockwaves of pleasure down her spine to settle into her sex. She moaned wantonly as his mouth found her neck.

He placed suckling kisses down her neck to her collarbone. She arched her back, raising onto her toes, forcing his lips downward to wear she wanted them most at this moment. He grinned against her skin, nipping lightly at her chest, just above the swell of her right breast. "Not yet. Need you out of these pants and in my bed." He pulled back, reaching for the clasp of her jeans.

"Bellamy," she whined, but her hands followed suit, reaching for his jeans. "You, too." He laughed, leaning forward to kiss her as they both finished pulling the zippers of each other's pants down.

They both began laughing hard after Clarke fell over in the process of their arms getting tangled as they both tried to push each other's jeans over their hips. She bounced back onto the bed, giggling, but the moment was soon sobered as Bellamy's eyes traced over her half-naked form, laying on his bed. She shimmied her way back up the bed, trying to be as sexy as she could, considering her jeans were still caught halfway over her ass.

"Fuck," he muttered, pushing his jeans off completely. He was still stepping out of them, kicking them off of his legs as he crawled onto the bed over her. Once both of his legs were free, he leaned back, kneeling to the side of her. Both of his hands grabbed the tops of her jeans, tugging them completely over her ass, down her legs, and then tossing them over his shoulder once her feet were free.

Both of them were clad only in their underwear-him a pair of black boxer-briefs that left little to the imagination, and her a pink lace thong that had matched her bra. She reached for him, brushing her hand over the swell of his dick. He groaned as she cupped him, her hand taking hold. She began to stroke him over his underwear. Her other hand found her own breast, which she began rubbing as she arched her back.

She needed more. She wanted more. She wanted him. "Make love to me, Bell." She moaned as she pinched her own nipple.

"Yes, baby. I wanna make you feel so good." He moved forward, trapping her hand between them, pressing his chest to hers. His mouth found hers, his tongue filling her mouth, not even waiting for her to open to him-not that she would've denied him. She needed him. He was swallowing her moans, and she arched her back into him, wanting to feel every inch of her body against his.

Bellamy grabbed at Clarke's hand, stilling her strokes. He raised it high above her head, their fingers interlacing as he stared into her eyes. "So beautiful, baby." He whispered, pressing a light kiss to her nose then her lips. "Love you," his lips danced against her skin as he moved lower-over her chin, then down her throat. Sometimes it was just the brush of his lips against her skin; other times, soft flicks of his tongue. Then, there were the soft sucking kisses or the grazes of his teeth.

Her body felt electrified, as if her veins were now wires that were sparking through every inch of her. Her hands found his hair, and she moaned loudly, gently scraping her nails along his scalp as, finally, his lips found her right breast. His tongue painted the mauve color of her areola before he sucked the pebbled tip of her nipple into his mouth. He sucked softly at first, then harder, making her moan loudly and her back arch. He grazed his teeth against her nipple as he released it before nibbling at the fleshy swell of the rest of her breast.

His free hand began kneading at her left breast, pinching her nipple between his fingers. His other hand squeezed hers lightly as she continued to whimper. "More, Bell. I need more. I need you." She was surprised she could even form words at this point. Fuck, he was good at foreplay. Part of her wondered if she could come just from this.

Bellamy's mouth left Clarke's breast. His lips moved to the seam between them before dipping lower to suckle at the skin beneath them. His kissed, nibbled, sucked, and licked every inch of her stomach. His tongue dipped into her bellybutton. "More." She cried out, rolling her hips to bring his mouth lower still. He laughed against the lace edge of her panties. He released her hand to cup her asscheeks in both hands as his pressed opened mouth kisses to her pubic mound through her thong.

"I can smell you. I can smell how much you want me." He bit at the fabric, pulling it taut, away from her skin, before releasing it so that it snapped back into place. "Can't wait to taste you." Her legs fell open, allowing him to settle between them. He moved a hand to her center, tugging her thong aside. "Fuck, you're so wet, Princess. It's all for me, right, baby?" She nodded her head, leaning up onto her elbows to watch him as he pressed a quick kiss to the wiry curls at the top of her sex. "Gonna taste you now."

He leaned back, grabbing at the top of her thong. She lifted her hips to help him, letting him tug it off of her body quickly. When she was completely bare, she let her legs fall open once more. He kissed down her left leg from the ankle until he met the center of her sex.

Bellamy took a long lick at the entirety of Clarke's sex, from the bottom to the top, curling his tongue around her clit. After a few gentle licks against her clit, nothing but quick dances of his tongue to make quick sparks of pleasure radiate through her body, he spread her legs even further, pushing them up so that her knees were at her sides, opening her sex to him even further. She cried out as he began to suckle and lick at her with even, firm strokes of his lips and tongue. She couldn't get a handle on his pattern. One moment a kiss, another moment a hard lick, then a soft suckle at her clit. His tongue dipped into the well of her, but then the next moment it was pulling her clit into his mouth, trapping it between his teeth as he nibbled at it.

She gripped his hair in both fists, back arched off the bed, the back of her head pressed hard into the pillows. She kept chanting his name repeatedly, in quick succession, until she could do nothing more than moan loudly. She was so close to the edge. It felt like her legs were twitching and spasming, and she dug her heels into the bed, pushing her sex closer to him. She couldn't get enough of his mouth. So good. It felt so good.

She cried out loudly when one, then two, then three fingers dipped inside of her. She could feel him spreading them inside of her, massaging at the spot inside of her sex that made her see stars. Each time his fingers entered her, he spread them a little bit more, and she realized he was stretching her open, getting her ready for him.

Clarke had felt Bellamy earlier (and when they'd gotten carried away previously)-even half-hard, he was huge. But now, now he was rock hard, his dick straining against his underwear, and she knew that he was going to stretch her open. It had been awhile since she'd made love to a man, let alone one of his size. She needed to be fully turned on and be prepped by his hand-even then, the stretch when he first breached her might make her lose her mind a little.

"Fuck, baby." The vibrations of his words against her clit made her see stars, and she moaned. "You taste so good. I can feel you fluttering. You're gonna cum soon, aren't you? You're so close, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good." He attacked her sex with even more vigor-firmer licks, sucking harder at her clit, rubbing more intensely at her G-spot deep within her. She felt like her bones were beginning to liquify, and a sweat had broken out over every inch of her body.

The goosebumps erupted over her body, but she couldn't get there. She needed him. She needed to see him. "Bell." She sat up as much as she could, pressing her chin to her chest, to watch him make love to her with his mouth and fingers. Her eyelids were heavy with lust, and she was so close. She needed him. "Your eyes, baby. I need to see you." He tilted his head back a little, locking eyes with her as he sucked hard on her clit. Her jaw dropped open as she fell over the edge, and her orgasm thundered through her. She sucked in a deep breath, stopped breathing entirely, making no noise as she bottomed out.

She could barely hear anything over the sound of heartbeat pounding in her ears, but there was the soft sound of his fingers moving in and out of her sex as the rush of her cum was released. She heard his soft moans as he continued to suckle at her sex. His eyes never left hers until she fell backwards, legs twitching on either side of him as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Finally, it was too much, and she batted at his head, trying to push him away. He laughed as he released her clit from his lips. She moaned as he slowly pulled her fingers from her body. They were shiny and wet from her cum, and before he could raise them to her lips, she grabbed his hand and pulled it to her own mouth. She sucked on his index finger, eyes never leaving his as she licked it clean. She repeated the motion with his middle and ring fingers, too.

"Fuck, Princess. Love you so much." He crawled up her body to kiss her, fucking her mouth with his tongue as thoroughly as he used it to fuck her sex.

Clarke moaned into the kiss, reaching for Bellamy's hips. "Condom, Bell…"

He broke the kiss, leaning back. "Yeah, right, condom." He moved for his nightstand before freezing. "Fuck. Shit. Fucking fuck." She arched an eyebrow at him. "I don't have any."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean, when we started really fooling around after my birthday, I looked into whether or not condoms were vegan, and then I realized that my brand wasn't, so I tossed them, and I ordered a bunch of vegan condoms online. They haven't gotten here yet, so I don't have anything."

"You looked into whether or not condoms were vegan?"

"Well, yeah, because if you and I were going to have sex, I wanted to make sure that you were completely into it, you know? Like, I didn't want you to get upset and get out of the moment, because you were thinking about all of the tortured animals that were affected to make and test the condoms I bought."

"I love you." She sat up and pressed her lips to his, because he'd actually thought about her needs and her desire to be as cruelty-free as possible.

"Love you, too." He said against her lips. "So, I could totally go down on you again, or we could sixty-nine, if you're into that, and we could have sex the next time we're at your place or whenever I get the condoms I ordered." He ran a hand through his hair, which stood up in tuffs from the sweat that he'd worked up from going down on her.

"You're not even going to offer to pull out?"

"No. Fuck guys who say that kind of shit, because not using a condom is super intimate and personal, especially considering this is our first time. I never have unprotected sex, Clarke. I always use condoms. Even when the girl is on the pill or has an IUD or something."

"Hey, relax." She cupped his cheek with her hand and leaned forward to press a light kiss to his lips. "Because I'm vegan and I don't really like pumping my body with a ton of chemicals and toxins, I don't use pills or implants or anything. I do track my cycle, like I said before I'm really regular. I know my body. I'm not quite at the danger zone period of my cycle yet, but I'm not sure that..." She bit her bottom lip. "I do appreciate that you didn't ask to go that route right away. I trust you, and I love you, but I'm definitely not ready to rely solely on the pull out method and my cycle. You're right that it is deeply personal and intimate, and we're still so new…"

"Hey, you don't have to explain yourself to me. This is...I want to do this, right, Clarke. I want...I want this to be good for both of us, in all ways, of course, but, like, right now, I want this to be good for both of us, and I don't want either of us worrying about unprotected sex and how things could go wrong." He took her hand in his, carding their fingers together. "If we ever get pregnant, I want it to be because we decided that it was right for us and that we were ready to have a baby."

Clarke's eyes widened at that. Did Bellamy seriously just talk about them having a child, because she had no idea that was even on the table. At the same time, though, she was grateful he was bringing it up, here and now, before they even had sex. Not only did it mean that he was thinking about them in the long term, that this was really real for him, but it was also comforting to know just how serious he takes sex and what could come from it. "Did you just...are we having babies one day, Bell?" She grinned at him, and he rolled his eyes.

"I'm just saying that I've never had sex without a condom, and I don't intend to start now. I won't be the one pressuring you to ever go on the pill or to have sex with me without a condom, either. The only way I'll ever even consider going without a condom is if we decide that we'll have a kid. Even with you tracking your cycle and knowing your body so well, I just don't feel right about it. I want sex to be fun, and the uncertainity that can come with unprotected sex, or rather relying solely on pulling out and on tracking your fertility, takes the fun out of it for me. And your body is the one that goes through the ringer with pregnancy, so if we have sex and you get pregnant, then it's you has to deal with all the physical changes. I'm not going to risk your health and personal well-being just so we can sex without a condom." He shook his head. "Besides, there's already enough of a chance that we could get pregnant using a condom that I don't want to worry about it when we're not using a condom."

"Is it weird that you talking about safe, consensual sex is a crazy turn on for me?"

"Not even a little bit, and, frankly, I'm glad to hear it."

"Do you have discussions like this with all of your partners?" She was curious, because the large majority of the sex she had were within relationships. Finn had always pressured her to go on the pill or something, because he didn't like having to always use a condom. When she slept with men or people with male genitalia, she always used a condom (and dental dams early on in their sexual relationship). With partners with female genitalia, when it was new, she used dental dams to prevent STDs, but there were no risks of pregnancy.

"This in-depth, no. I always flat out say that I use condoms, even when they give me a blowjob. And, I ask when they were last checked and if they're clean, so I know whether or not it is safe for me to eat her out. But, I know you're clean, and you know I'm clean, which is why I didn't worry about eating you out tonight."

"Have you ever used a dam with a girl?"

"No, I haven't. Have you?"

"Yes, with male and female partners. Always early on in the relationship-unless I know for certain that we're both clean."

"Is it easy to use? Fuck, why am I asking? We're together, and we're not going to be using them, so why do I care?"

"Because curiosity is good, especially with sex. And, we could totally use one some time, just so you can try it out. And, I don't know if you're into it or not, but we could use them when I'm on my period. I usually get super horny right before my cycle hits and then on day three of my cycle. I've had my fair share of partners who are into having sex and others who aren't, so if you want to, then we could use a dental dam for oral sex. You already prefer to have sex with a condom, so we're good there, too. It can be a little more messy than sex when I'm not on my period, so we'd need to use a towel or sheets that we don't care about, but...I'm into it." She ran a hand up and down his forearm. "To use a dam, all you have to do is pull the sheet of latex taut, but not too taut that your muscles tire out, and then lay it over my vulva. Then, like, have at it. When we're done, we toss it in the trash like a condom."

"You like to have sex while on your period?"

"Well, I'm not opposed to it. Like I said, I get horny sometimes, and I'll use a vibrator externally to get off, whether I'm in a relationship or not. If you want to have sex when I'm on my period, then I'm excited to do that with you. If you don't, then we won't."

"I've never been with a girl long enough or with enough frequency that I've ever had to consider having sex when she's on her period...but, yeah, why not? I'm cool with trying it, and I'd love to make you feel good whenever you want, babe."

"Cool. So, I think it should be known that I always carry condoms in my toiletry bag for overnight stays, because I love to be prepared, so...if you are ready to have sex, then grab my bag."

"You didn't say this earlier?" He practically rolled off the bed to grab her bag. "Why didn't you say that earlier?"

"Because I enjoyed talking about protection with you. It's hot as fuck."

"We could've saved the extra stuff for later, after we have sex. You know, before the next round."

"Sorry…"Clarke let out a breathy laugh as she watched Bellamy from where she was resting back against his pillows.

"No, you're not." He rolled his eyes as he dug around her toiletry bag before holding up a trio of condoms between two fingers. "Someone likes to be really prepared."

"I like sex."

"I love having sex with you." He said before he tore one of the condom wrappers open with his teeth.

"Mmm, let me!" She sat up and reached out to settle her hands on his hips. She carefully pulled his boxers down, exposing his hard length. He was long, thick, and beautiful. She didn't usually find penises to be that beautiful, but it was Bellamy, and everything about him was beautiful. She hummed softly as she abandoned her attempts to pull his boxers down to take him in one hand and press a gentle kiss to the head.

"Fuck," he jumped slightly, and it made her smile. A realization dawned on her, and she thought back to what he'd said before.

"Is this the first time a girl used her mouth on you without a condom?" She stayed close to him, letting the movement of her lips brush against the tip. She tasted the salty tang of his precum against her bottom lip. Her tongue jutted out, licking it away, and she watched as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

"Yeah...al-always wear a condom." His voice cracked slightly as she sucked gently on him, using her tongue to lick away more of his precum. "Fuck, baby…"

"You like my mouth on you?" She moved her lips to the underside, letting the head of dick rest slightly to the right of her upper lip. She pressed a light kiss there.

"Yeah," he coughed as he reached down to run his thumb on her chin. She let her mouth fall open, as if he was opening her mouth, but in reality, his thumb was barely grazing her skin. She shifted her head so that the bulbous head of his dick fell into the perfect O-shape of her mouth.

She closed her lips around the head of his dick, sucking softly before releasing him with a pop. "Like this?" She opened her mouth to him further, taking more of him into her, letting her tongue dance along the underside of his cock as she sucked a little more firmly on him.

"Fucking hell…" Bellamy's head fell back, and he leaned back onto his elbows, allowing her more space to work. She sucked more of him into her mouth as she gently twisted her fist around the base of his cock. "Just like that, baby." A hand settled into her hair, tangling with the curls around his fist.

The first gentle tug of her hair made Clarke's eyes fall shut, and she moaned around his dick as she bobbed her head up and down his length. He was stretching her lips wide, and she knew that he was going to be doing the same to her sex soon enough. He pulled a little harder on her hair, and she felt his hips twitch beneath her. She knew that he was holding back from trying to set the pace, from fucking into her mouth before she was ready. She was ready, though. She needed to taste more of him. She released him with a pop, making his eyes open enough to meet hers. "I'm not going to break, Bell. Fuck me."

He groaned as he surged up, pulling her by her hair until their mouths met. She threw one of her legs over his waist, straddling him, feeling the slick dampness of his dick pressed between their stomachs, dragging so perfectly against her clit. She moaned loudly against his mouth, and he bit down on her bottom lip as he twisted her hair a little harder in his hands.

"I want to be inside of you." He said against her mouth, and she nodded, reaching behind her to find the torn condom wrapper to pull the condom free from its wrapper. She broke the kiss long enough to look down between them, pinching the tip and making quick work of rolling it onto him.

Clarke sat up on her knees, with Bellamy's help from his firm hands on her hips. She used her left hand on his shoulder to support her weight as she used her right hand to guide him into her sex, slowing sliding down on him until she was seated firmly in his lap, and he was completely bottomed out. She moaned, resting her forehead against his cheek as she let herself adjust to the size of him, buried deep inside her. The stretch of her sex burned, but in all of the best ways. She took a couple of gasping breaths, each one causing microshifts of her body, which sent tingling shockwaves up and down her spine.

"So fucking perfect, baby." He whispered as he ran his hands up and down her back. His nose brushed against hers, his deep brown eyes finding hers. "I love you."

"Love you." She responded as she used her knees to lift herself up and almost completely off of him before she slowly sat down until he bottomed out again. This time, it was quicker though, with him gently lifting his hips to meet hers.

Despite their desperate need to be joined moments before, they spent the next few minutes lazily rocking against each other as they kissed. It was more about the closeness, the connection, and Clarke couldn't help the soft smile that settled onto her lips. They were making love, and it was perfect.

"What?" Bellamy whispered as he leaned his forehead against hers. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she sighed as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. She felt the soft pants of his breath against her lips, and she rolled her hips more firmly against him, making him release a deep groan. His fingertips pressed deeper into the skin of her back.

Clarke ran her fingers through his hair before lightly fisting it as she stilled her hips. She tilted her head back, looking him deeply in the eye. "We're making love, Bell." He smiled at her, leaning forward to nip at her bottom lip.

"We are." He looked down at where their bodies were joining. "So fucking perfect, baby. I get it now…" He trailed off with a deep groan when she squeezed his cock lightly with her sex. "Fuck, do that again."

"Like this?"

"Yes, baby, so good."

"What do you get, Bell?"

"What everyone says about sex being better when you're in a relationship." She grinned at him before leaning forward to bite gently on his earlobe.

"Mm, fuck me, Bell. As good as this is, I want you to make me come."

"Done." He rolled them, eliciting a squeal from Clarke. She rolled her eyes as she looked up at him. He braced both hands on either side of her head, grinning down at her smugly.

"You're such an as-FUCK!" She gasped as he retracted his hips only to pump back into her hard and fast. "More." She demanded a little breathlessly.

Bellamy continued to rock his hips into Clarke at a pace that had her whole body bouncing. "fuck, your tits look amazing." She giggled as much as she could, but in the end, they turned into moans and whimpers of ecstasy. "I can feel you shaking, baby. You gonna come? Fuck, please tell me you're gonna come. I can't hold out anymore."

"Almost there, but you can come." She used one hand to pinch and roll a nipple while the other slid between their hips to rub frantically at her clit. "So close, baby. Talk to me. Look me in the eyes."

"Fuck, Clarke. I love your body. I love the way your tits bounce when I fuck into you. I love how red your skin is right now, baby. It means I'm fucking you so good, baby. Look at you. Your pink little tongue needs something. Do you want to suck on my finger as I fuck you, baby?" He shifted all his weight to one arm. "Wanna taste yourself, baby?" He pushed her fingers away from her clit, and instead rubbed his fingers through the wetness leaking out of her sex as he fucked into her. He sucked his ring finger, moaning around it. "It tastes so good, baby. You taste so good."

"Mm, yes, Bell. Let me taste myself." He fed her his index and middle finger, fucking into her harder as she moaned around his fingers. Her little tongue stroked his fingers like when she was sucking his cock.

"I love how you taste, baby. I could spend days between your legs. If I ever end up on death row, I want your cunt to be my last meal. I love the sounds you make when my tongue curls up inside of you. And, now, baby? Fuck, your tonuge is fucking my fingers like they're my cock. I loved having your mouth on me, baby. I wanna fuck that mouth over and over again."

Clarke released his fingers with a pop. "I want that, too, Bell. I want you to fuck my mouth with your hands in my hair. I want you to hold my head in place and fuck my mouth."

"Next time, baby. Right now, I wanna make you come. I love the way your pussy is milking my cock right now, baby. You wanna come, don't you? Fuck, baby. I wanna make you come so hard. Look in my eyes, baby. I love you."

"Fuck, Bell, love you, too!" She gasped. "Gonna come, Bell."

Their eyes locked. In moments, Bellamy released a deep groan as his hips pressed hard against her. He ground his hips into hers as he came, filling the condom. "Fuck, baby, so good." He muttered, pressing his forehead against hers, pressing open mouth kisses on her lips. "Come for me, baby."

Clarke's jaw dropped, and she sighed deeply. The lightest sound came from her lips as she came, hips grinding against Bellamy's. Eventually, their hips stilled, and they just clutched each other close as their lips languidly met.

"Alright, you're heavy." Clarke laughed, pushing at his chest. Bellamy nipped at her lips one last time before he rolled off of her.

"I'll be right back. Gotta take care of the condom. Then, I'll help you clean up."

Clarke watched his ass as he sauntered into his bathroom, completely in the nude. Moments later, he returned with a damp washcloth in his hands. She squealed when he dropped it on her chest, but he pulled her by the hips to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees. "What are you-fuck, Bell?!" Her back bowed when his mouth met her sex. His tongue painted up and down her pussy lips before he sucked her clit hard. She cried out as a third, sudden orgasm erupted from her. "Oh, fuck!" His tongue moved down to her entrance, sucking the cum from her as it spilled from her body. "Oh, my God…"

"Hmmm, so you're not always quiet when you come." He leaned up to grab the damp cloth to wipe away any remaining traces of cum, sweat, and spit.

"Well, that was a bit of a surprise for me in more ways than one." He tossed the washcloth over his shoulder and climbed into the bed with her, using her boobs as a pillow. He rubbed his face into them, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the valley between them.

"Does this mean you'll get a place with me in New York?" He said after a few moments. She laughed, brushing a hand through his unkempt hair.

"Yes, Bell. Let's get an apartment together in New York." She brushed her thumb along his bottom lip. "Love you, Bell."

"Love you, too, Princess." He climbed up her body to lay on the pillows, turned on his side. She settled her back against his chest.

"You wore me out."

"Take a nap. I should probably go start the oven. You're gonna be starving when you wake up."

"Wait. In a minute. I just want you to hold me while I fall asleep."

Bellamy kissed the back of Clarke's head, tucking the covers up around them. The last thing she heard before she slipped away into sleep was his whisper. "I love you."