I'm back! I still kinda suck though for taking so long...

As usual I don't own anything, I'm just anxiously waiting for season 4.

Clarke woke feeling lips on her neck, the kisses were soft and gentle, not enough to startle her but enough to send tingles down her spine and start flames in her core.

Bellamy's tongue slid along her skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and a moan fell from her lips, She felt his lips pull into a smile against her and suddenly his hand was on her hip rolling her onto her back.

"Good morning, Princess," his voice was husky with sleep and she felt liquid rush between her legs.

"Morning," she was shaky with her reply as his fingers traced patterns below her belly button where her shirt had ridden up. His kisses became hotter and wetter, more open mouthed against her neck and she whimpered. Her hands slid against
his bare torso and she pulled him closer to her, half on top of her.

"Someone's awake," he teased. Bellamy pushed his hands properly under her sweater to stroke her bare stomach and cup her breasts. His fingers found her nipples and she arched her back, grinding against his thigh when he propped it between
her legs. Their mouths met for a proper kiss, it was slow and sloppy and deep, the perfect morning kiss.

"Hurry up and take our clothes off," she panted. Bellamy wasn't the type to need to be asked twice, he sat up quickly to pull her sweater off and latch his mouth onto her collarbone. He pressed kisses across her chest and down to leave a
mark on the top of her breast as his fingers hooked in the waistband of her shorts. Once she was bare beneath him he pressed their bodies together and recaptured her lips with his.

Clarke cradled his body between her thighs and hummed at the press of his hardness into her wet centre. Her hands slid down his back to the top of his sweatpants as she pushed them off his hips and growled against his mouth when she couldn't
get them any farther. Bellamy chuckled and removed his hands from her breasts to pull them the rest of the way off himself.

"I'm so ready for you, Bell," she whispered as his fingers found her clit and circled it a few times. She moaned, pushed her head back into the pillow, and lifted her hips against his hand. His fingers dipped into her soaking folds and he
surged forward to kiss her again.

"Jesus, babe," Bellamy pressed their lips back together and she bucked against him. He shifted, reaching down to guide the head of his member into her opening, she moaned with the first stretch of him entering her. She was wet enough that
he slipped in with no resistance and settled some of his weight against her, she wiggled her hips to tell him she was ready and he moaned softly against her skin.

Bellamy stretched her arms a over her head, tangling their fingers together as he set their pace, deep and slow, and kissed her neck softly. Clarke panted and whimpered, angling her hips to meet his thrusts as he pushed her closer to the
edge.

"Kiss me," she pleaded. Bellamy was quick to meet her request, kissing her deep and pressing into her as her legs wrapped around his hips. She was almost there, quivering slightly around him as he kept as much contact as possible between
their bodies. He seemed to sense that Clarke was ready and released one of her hands to slip his fingers down to her clit and rub gently, it was all she needed and Clarke found herself quivering and whimpering his name as she spasmed around him. Bellamy
groaned as he finished and pushed his face into her neck, sucking on the skin there.

Clarke took her time, breathing heavily as she wrapped her arms around Bellamy. He kept his focus on kissing her neck gently and stroking his fingers up and down her sides until her breathing relaxed.

"Do you want to shower first?" Clarke was a little surprised at Bellamy's want to shower separately so she just nodded mutely and shuffled out of the bed to grab her clothes and head for the bathroom. She managed to keep the tears
at bay while she showered and pulled on her beach clothes, Bellamy had suggested spending some time alone at the beach this morning, and stepped out.

"Bathroom's open," she cleared her throat and smiled uncomfortably as Bellamy slipped past her with his own clothes. She was still packing their bag when he came back out and shoved his feet into his shoes, shooting her a tight grin and extending
his hand without any words. Clarke tangled her fingers with his and followed him out to the elevator.

Bellamy was quiet the whole way down to the beach, his hand never left Clarke's and yet her stomach was flipping uncomfortably. He felt far away, she was suddenly nervous that he had decided to detach as their week wound to a close.

They settled their stuff in a semi shaded spot and shimmied out of their non swimming clothes. The beach was surprisingly quiet this morning, although there was an auction taking place back at the resort Clarke had assumed more people would opt out like
she and Bellamy had. As it was the beach was empty enough that the few people milling about were able to space away from each other for some semblance of privacy.

Clarke carefully folded her beach cover and set it on top of her bag, she turned for the beach and headed down to the shore to let the tide lap over her toes. Bellamy hadn't been this stiff since they got here, he always smiled easily and found reasons
to touch her, she was thrown by his sudden shift in behaviour. She was afraid whatever was happening between them would be over before it ever really started.

A pair of large, warm hands settled over her hips and lightly squeezed. Bellamy stepped up behind her and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Wanna swim for a bit?" Clarke just nodded and waded in, reaching behind her to take his hand and
pull him in behind her.

As soon as the water was deep enough she submerged herself, swimming farther from Bellamy and popping up a few meters away. She pushed her drenched hair back from her face and grinned at him, he gave her a genuine smile for the first time that morning
and swam over to her to catch her in his arms.

Clarke splashed at him, throwing her body into the water and trying to swim away before he caught her and dragged her back towards his body.

"No!" She giggled and squirmed as Bellamy showered her face in kisses and lifted her feet off the ground until she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him and grip his shoulders. Bellamy grinned and lightly squeezed her waist, placing
a kiss under her jaw and nosing her neck.

"Looks like I caught you, Princess," he whispered. Clarke sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, some of the awkwardness from that morning slipped back into them as a silence fell on the intimate moment.

"Looks like you did," she pressed her mouth into his collarbone and sighed heavily.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" Bellamy's voice took on a sad tone and Clarke had to lift her head to look at him.

"What?"

"Last night, you woke me up. You were mumbling about not wanting the week to be over, not wanting to say goodbye, you said my name…" Bellamy trailed off, staring into her eyes. Clarke froze, was this why he had acted so strange? He found out
about her feelings and felt uncomfortable.

Clarke unwrapped her legs from his hips and dropped back into the water, stepping out of his arms pressing her hands over her eyes and breathing shakily. "I'm sorry, Bell," she whispered.

"Why? Clarke, why do you think you have to say goodbye to me?" He cupped her face in his hands and stroked his thumbs over her cheeks. Clarke sniffled slightly and wrapped her arms around her middle.

"You just did this to help out your sister's sad friend and avoid the girl who was obsessed with you. I'm the one who got attached. I just don't want this week to be over, because then I go back to looking for a great guy instead of just having one."
Clarke stared down into the water and cleared her throat. She jumped when Bellamy placed his hands on her waist and eased her towards him, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Clarke, you know the real reason I agreed to do this?" Clarke lifted her eyes back to his for a moment. "My sister talks about you all the time, how amazing and sweet and beautiful you are. I've been dying to meet you, so when she asked
if I would do this, it was more about getting to know you than avoiding Gina. I'm crazy about you, Clarke, I've spent this week trying to show you that this is worth a real shot. That we're worth a real shot."

Clarke just stared at him, it took a moment for the shock to wear off, once it did she remembered that she still hadn't answered him. She wrapped her arms around his middle and lifted herself to meet his mouth in a desperate, messy kiss. Their teeth knocked
against each other since they wouldn't stop smiling but neither cared, instead they focused on gripping each other and laughing against each other's mouths.

"We're so worth a shot," she whispered.

~*HM*~

Clarke and Bellamy spent most of the morning at the beach, splashing around and laughing. By the time they fell back on their towels they were tired and grinning from ear to ear. It was Bellamy's idea to grab hotdogs from a vendor on the
public beach near the resort's isolated one and Clarke let herself be talked into walking up there even though it turned her cheeks and the tops of her shoulders pink.

By the time they had eaten and made their way back to their room they were both in desperate need of some aloe vera and a nap. The climbed onto the bed, over top of the covers since they still felt warm, and talked until they fell asleep
tangled together.

Clarke woke at the sound of an alarm going off and stretched her body out against Bellamy's. She smiled when she noticed he'd set an alarm that would give her just over an hour to get ready for dinner. She rolled over to sleepily kiss the
gorgeous man still cradling her waist, and mumble a 'thank you' against his mouth.

Clarke left Bellamy in the bed while she did her makeup and straightened her hair, after she left the bathroom she shook him awake so he could have another shower and change. Clarke changed into the cobalt shirt Bellamy had picked for her
and a sleek pencil skirt that hugged her hips. She was struggling to clasp a bracelet around her wrist when Bellamy came back in dressed in a blue button down and black slacks.

"Need help with that?" Clarke turned and held out the jewelry and her wrist with a frown. Bellamy chuckled and carefully fastened it in place, placing a kiss on the soft skin of her inner wrist.

"Thank you," she rose on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his lips. Bellamy didn't hesitate to wrap her in his arms and trap her against him so he could deepen the kiss. "Bell," she giggled against his mouth. "I'm
wearing lipstick!"

"Who cares, kissing you is worth smudging some makeup," he moved his lips down to her neck and pressed several wet kisses there. Clarke squirmed a bit but kept her arms wrapped around him anyway, laughing at the way he nuzzled
back into her neck.

"We have to get to dinner, if we're late because we're doing this I'll never hear the end of it!" Clarke kissed him firmly and then turned to check her makeup in the mirror, smoothing her hands down her hair and adjusting the neckline of her
shirt. "Alright, let's go. Time to make use of my arm candy," she teased.

Bellamy called the front desk for a cab while Clarke slid her feet into a pair of classy, nude heels and checked herself over once more to be sure she looked perfect. He leaned down to kiss her cheek and breathe against her neck after she put on her perfume,
"you're perfect, I'll be the luckiest ass in the room tonight."

They climbed into the cab which drove them downtown to the trendy restaurant that had been rented for the occasion. Outside people were milling about, waiting to receive their table assignments.

Octavia waved them over when they stepped out onto the sidewalk, she had her arm looped through Lincoln's. As usual they looked every bit the perfect couple, flawlessly in love. This time there was no jealousy for Clarke though, she and Bellamy were really
trying this, he was actually hers.

"I'm starving, when are they gonna start this shindig?" Octavia groaned.

"Geez, O, do you ever think of anything besides food?" Bellamy teased.

"I earn my appetite," she winked up at Lincoln whose eyes widened in horror, she seemed to clue in then and her mouth dropped open. Bellamy was white as a ghost, he looked like he might throw up any minute.

Thankfully, someone shouted for everyone to make their way to the doors and handed out table cards to each couple who passed through, Octavia was bouncing on her toes and staring at the door anxiously. The uncomfortable silence was broken by Octavia's
groan when they were assigned to separate tables.

"Are you sure about this? We should have been at the same table…" Bellamy was abruptly cut off by the usher.

"The arrangements for dinner were specially made. Please stay with your assigned seats," he snapped. He sent them off with a wave over his shoulder and they were pushed inside the swanky restaurant.

"Oh god, we're gonna be stuck with a bunch of stuffy idiots who want to talk about their yearly salaries and Christmas bonuses," O whined. Lincoln wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head reassuringly. Clarke tightened
her fingers with Bellamy's, she was pretty sure she knew who would be at their table, though she wasn't thrilled at the thought.

"Maybe we'll be close enough that we can make weird faces at each other when they say stupid stuff," Bellamy teased. Clarke looked up and him and couldn't help her smile, he truly was the loving big brother, it seemed like he didn't know how
to grow out of it. Octavia smiled brightly at him and tugged Lincoln forward to scope out their seats.

The lighting in the place was dim but there were dramatic centerpieces with candles on every table, crisp white table cloths, crystal stemware, and expensive dishes.

Clarke froze in front of their table and leaned forward to read the place cards, she was already fairly sure what she would see when she did. She groaned and flopped back against Bellamy when she saw the names of her mother, Marcus, Finn, his parents,
his date, Cage Wallace, and his father Dante. Bellamy wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight, his lips pressed gently to her hair and he murmured an apology.

"This is going to be the longest dinner of our lives," she whined.

"It's practise for all the awkward dinners to come," he teased. Bellamy pulled Clarke's chair out and gestured for her to take a seat, she smiled gratefully and chewed her lip as they sat there. Bellamy's arm draped over the back of her chair,
comforting her with the gentle contact. She scooted closer and rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of him.

"Clarke! There you are!" Abby was beaming as she strolled over with Marcus and took a seat across the table from them. "Bellamy, so nice to see you again."

"You too, Dr. Griffin. How was your day?" Clarke smiled proudly at her amazingly polite boyfriend. Her mom was clearly impressed too, her eyes were light and she was quick to answer, spilling into a story about shopping with Marcus and attending
the auction. A large part of her still didn't believe Bellamy was hers.

"Abby! I was so pleased to hear you and Clarke would be at our table," Mrs. Collins chirped as she pulled her husband into their seats. Her smile stiffened when she turned to look at Clarke and Bellamy, her grip tightened on Mark's hand as she
straightened her shoulders. "Clarke, lovely to see you and- I'm sorry, what was your name?"

Clarke gritted her teeth, she knew Sherry well enough to know she was just being needlessly rude. Before Clarke could even begin to call Sherry out, Abby spoke up. "His name is Bellamy, he works for Walden. Don't they just look lovely together?"
Sherry just stared back at Clarke's mother in shock, clearly she hadn't been expecting Abby to be so supportive of the relationship.

"Well, I suppose they do make a very… attractive pair," she cleared her throat and reached for her glass of water. The table fell into an awkward silence, Clarke glanced past her mother and met Octavia's eyes from her seat at the next table.
Octavia mimed slicing her own throat and made a gagging motion, Clarke just managed to stifle her laughter as Bellamy squeezed her shoulder gently. Evidently, Mark couldn't handle the silence anymore and turned to Kane with a tight smile.

"How's the campaign, Marcus?" It started up a round of chatting that dissolved most of the tension as Kane began talking about posters and rallies and developing his platform. Bellamy actually seemed quite interested, Clarke had trouble hiding
her smug grin as he and Kane got lost in talk of school policies and the state of the social justice system. Sherry had her knife in a white knuckled grip when they discussed the possibility of Bellamy organizing a fundraiser with Walden for Marcus's
campaign.

"Do you think your superiors would be interested?" Kane was grinning ear to ear, clearly impressed by Bellamy's views. Clarke thought she was going to explode with pride.

"Absolutely, you represent causes that Walden is very active advocates for. They would love the chance to see some change, I'll talk to my boss as soon as I'm back in the office."

"Absolutely, don't worry about it until after the festival. If Clarke is anything like her mother she'd kill me for distracting you with work while vacationing," he chuckled and Bellamy tucked Clarke back into his side with a kiss on her cheek.

"What's this I hear about work talk?" A tall man with a shock of white hair and a crisp, tailored suit approached the table. Dante Wallace. He was mostly a nice man, if a little blind in matters concerning his creep of a son. He settled into
his chair at the table and made the necessary greetings while Cage slipped silently in next to him.

"Bellamy here was just chatting with me about the possibility of a fundraiser, we were just noting our promise to leave work behind for the week and enjoy some time off," Kane gave his widest smile as Dante turned to look at Bellamy.

"Mr. Blake, a pleasure to see you again," Dante extended his hand for a firm shake, Bellamy returned it and gave a warm smile that wasn't quite his genuine grin.

"You aswell, President Wallace," he pulled his hand back and settled it on Clarke's knee with a gentle squeeze.

"Please, here you can just call me Dante, work is back home as Marcus said," he replied warmly. Cage gave a snort and unfolded his napkin with a snap before draping it in his lap, Dante frowned slightly at him but unfolded his own napkin as
the servers entered the room with trays of salads. "Everything okay, son?"

"What?" Cage lifted his head to find all eyes on him, he cleared his throat before continuing. "Of course, just funny to think of a festival of high profile professionals leaving work behind for a week, seems a little irresponsible to me."

"You don't think we all deserve a break?" Mark furrowed his brow and leaned back as a waiter placed his salad bowl in front of him.

"On the contrary, I think it's a lazy notion," he quirked a challenging eyebrow and glanced around the table for an opponent. Before anyone had the chance Finn arrived with a beautiful brunette and pulled out their chairs.

"Sorry we're late, we got caught up shopping in town today," Finn pushed his date's chair in and settled next to her. "Mel was looking for a dress for the opening of an opera we're going to in a couple of weeks," he explained with
a grin aimed at the woman next to him.

"Of course! You'll have to show me pictures, I'm sure it's a lovely gown," Sherry patted Mel's hand and beamed at her the same way she used to smile at Clarke.

"What opera are you going to see?" Abby asked as she speared the slab of apple that rested on top of the salad.

"You know, I never can remember the names of these things," Finn laughed awkwardly and turned to Mel. "What was it again?"

"It's a newly written production, a post apocalyptic opera, very cutting edge," Mel reached for her clutch and produced a couple of save the date cards to pass around. "My firm is handling the PR, but I really think it's going to be excellent."
Clarke accepted one of the cards, feeling Bellamy lean over to read it and hum slightly.

"See," Cage cut in loudly. "It's not possible to leave work behind once you reach a certain career level." The table glanced back to him as he smirked and and sipped his water, Clarke rolled her eyes and turned back to Bellamy who
shook his head and sighed loudly. "You disagree, Mr. Blake?"

"What?" He raised his eyebrows at Cage who leaned forward with a smirk.

"You think we should just forget about our jobs? How would Walden feel about their star International Affairs manager thinking he works too hard?" Cage gave a smug grin across the table and Clarke had to hold herself back from jumping over it
to strangle him.

"I'm sure they'd be glad to know I'm working hard enough that I actually need a break," Bellamy met Cage's smirk with one of his own and squeezed Clarke's knee again, she leaned into his body on instinct while Cage glared across the table.

"Clarke," Finn cut in, clearly feeling the tension in the air. "How has everything been at the hospital?"

"It's been great," she sighed, relieved at the reprieve. "I got the promotion to head of pediatrics nursing which is great. Makes my hours much more manageable."

"That's great, I always knew you'd work your way up. They'd have to be crazy not to love you," he gave his most charming grin and Clarke managed to smile back as she poked at her salad.

"She really is amazing, you should hear how everyone in the community talks about her, and kids just love her," Abby gushed. "Marcus and I got our ears talked off with her praises after the last hospital benefit we attended, it's the proudest
moment as a mother when someone talks about how wonderful your child is." Clarke blushed and pushed her food around, trying desperately to ignore the gazes of everyone at the table.

"It's not that big of a deal," she mumbled.

"Of course it is!" Finn exclaimed. "Cause for celebration, or at least a toast."

"That's really not necessary," Clarke panicked and turned to Bellamy with wide eyes. He kissed her forehead gently and rubbed her back soothingly.

"Clarke prefers to keep things a little more low key, we had dinner to celebrate and when we finally settle on an apartment we're going to have a small party to celebrate all the big changes this year," he explained. "We just didn't want
to over do it by celebrating too many times."

Most of the table chuckled and nodded along in understanding but Finn was staring at Clarke like she'd just stabbed him and Cage was glaring so intensely at Bellamy that Clarke thought he was trying to melt him.

"Settle on an apartment?" Finn choked slightly on the words, eyes widening as he looked at them. "You're moving in together?"

Clarke placed her hand on Bellamy's knee and squeezed, silently asking him to let her handle this one. "Yes, we've done a lot of talking and considering the amount of time we'll be spending in one place it makes more sense to find something together
instead of Bellamy getting his own apartment. He's not staying with his friend forever."

"Isn't this a little fast?" He blustered and looked to Abby for confirmation, it sort of bothered Clarke that he expected her mother to dictate that for her.

"Well, Finn, they've been together for a year," she replied.

"Yeah but nobody even knew about it!" Finn yelled. All around the restaurant people turned to look at the sight of the outburst, Clarke tilted her head down uncomfortably and gave an apologetic smile to the waiter who exchanged her salad bowl
for a dinner plate.

An uncomfortable quiet followed, nothing but the sound of plates and cutlery clinking and the dull murmur of other tables speculating the cause of Finn's anger. Clarke carefully chewed her dinner and glanced over at Bellamy, when she mouthed an apology
he ran his fingers over hers and smiled softly.

Clarke shoved more dinner in her mouth to distract herself from the uncomfortable table atmosphere, Finn had his cutlery in a death grip and was practically stabbing his steak, Sherry was on her third glass of wine already, and Mel looked like she wanted
to hide under the table- not that Clarke blamed her.

Unfortunately it was Cage who broke the silence. "Some people really need to learn how to conduct themselves in polite company," he sneered. Finn's head snapped up, eyes sparking.

"You want to say something to me?" He growled and dropped his fork. Clarke scooted closer to Bellamy and met her mother's horrified stare.

"I just think you need to control your outbursts in regards to Ms. Griffin's poor choices," he drawled and downed a large mouthful of wine. That sparked a series of simultaneous responses.

"Who do you think you are?" Finn.

"Excuse me?" Bellamy.

"Honey, calm down…" Mel.

"Mind your tongue, Wallace," Abby.

"Cage," Dante.

"My 'poor choices'?" Clarke.

This time the uproar was considerably quieter and no one seemed to notice outside of their table. Cage was glaring across the table at Bellamy and Clarke with his arms crossed, food long forgotten.

"Yes. What do you honestly think is going to come of your relationship with him? He doesn't come from a wealthy family, he has no reputation to his name. He's just some kid who made it good with a bank," Cage sneered. Clarke's stomach lurched
at his words and for a second she was afraid her dinner was going to come back up on the table.

"Shut it, Wallace," she snapped when she realized Bellamy was clenching his jaw but saying nothing to defend himself. "Bellamy is twice the man you are or will ever be. He earned everything he's got through hard work, it wasn't just handed
to him because of his Daddy."

Cage was fuming, his hands fisted on the table, eyes flashing with barely contained fury. He opened his mouth to speak but Dante clapped a hand down on his shoulder and shook his head.

Clarke's stomach rolled again and this time she had to press a hand over her mouth and swallow hard to stop the track of bike rushing up. Bellamy immediately slid an arm around her reached for her cheek.

"Are you okay, Princess?" He whispered softly, Clarke shook her head wildly and pushed to her feet. She ran towards the restaurant bathroom and made it just in time to spill her guts over the toilet with a groan. Tears spilled from her eyes
and she sniffled, she hated throwing up more than anything.

Clarke rested her knees on the cold tile as she gagged and spit, nothing was enough to get the taste out of her mouth. Her skin was clammy and she was starting to shiver as she tried to push her hair out of her face. Warm fingers were suddenly stroking
the strands away from her face as she dry heaved, a large hand rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"Bell," she whimpered. Tears spilled over and suddenly he was shushing her and wrapping her in his arms. "This is the women's room…" Bellamy burst out in laughter at that and kissed the top of her head sweetly.

"I know, Sweetie. Let's get you back to the hotel okay?" She just nodded as he pulled her to her feet and led her out the side exit to catch a cab.

*~HM~*

Bellamy didn't release his hold on her the whole way back to their room. He unlocked the door and sat her on the edge of the bed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and kneeling to pull her shoes off her feet.

"I knew I should have got the steak. The fish was too much of a risk," she whined. Bellamy kissed her cheek and smoothed her hair back from her face with gentle hands.

"How about you take a hot shower and put on some more comfortable clothes. I'll order some chicken soup from room service and we can watch a movie?" He smiled softly and claimed her fingers in his gentle hold. Clarke nodded and stood from the
bed, Bellamy passed her the sweater she'd been wearing the past few nights and a pair of sleep shorts before sending her into the bathroom.

The warm water helped to chase away the shivers that had been wracking her body and loosened the muscles that had tightened throughout dinner. When she emerged twenty minutes later she already felt better. Bellamy had two bowls of soup and some crackers
on a tray at the end of the bed while he turned on Horrible Bosses.

"You mentioned you haven't seen it since theatres?" He grinned and Clarke shook her head with a laugh as she climbed into bed. "I have it on DVD back home, second one too. We'll have to watch them back to back one night."

"Absolutely," she replied. It felt good, know there would be a them when they got back. For the first time since their week had started they could confidently talk about life when they got home.

Bellamy supported the tray in his lap as they ate their soup slowly and laughed at the movie, it was better than the whole evening at the restaurant had been. When they finished Clarke stood to grab her hair brush and braid her hair, Bellamy stopped her
with a hand on her wrist.

"I can do it. I used to do O's all the time when she was younger," he shrugged. Clarke smiled as she handed the brush over and let him work the knots out of her hair and weave it into a braid. "So, Finn was awfully jealous considering you've
been broken up for almost two years…"

"I know," Clarke sighed. "He wanted to 'work things out' after I found out about Raven. I'm the one who really ended it."

Bellamy hummed and tied off the braid and ran his hands down her back. "He didn't react until we mentioned living together, why's that?"

"It means we're really serious, I refused to even consider it when I was dating him. I wasn't ready to take that step, I think I knew something was wrong before I really knew, you know?"

"Absolutely," he whispered. Clarke leaned back into him and for a few minutes they just watched the movie before she broke the silence again.

"I'll never live it down when we don't actually move in together," she groaned. Bellamy stiffened for a moment then shifted to look at her.

"Why wouldn't we live together?" Clarke stared back in shock.

"Bell, we've been dating for like 12 hours…" she explained.

"Technically we've been together for almost two weeks, you were just being stubborn."

"Okay, fine, two weeks. That's hardly enough to live together!" She shook her head at him.

"Says who?" Bellamy stared right back at her with a challenging look. "You made a good point at dinner, we're going to spend most of our time at each other's place and you were saying you felt ready to upsize. We can get a two bedroom and
if you decide to get sick of me we'll be roommates until the lease it up."

"Bellamy, what about when we fight? Thing in the relationship are still so new…" She stuttered.

"How about you stop planning for our breakup and acknowledge that this is a great plan? It'll take us a couple months to find something anyway, that's plenty of time to learn more about each other," he teased. Before Clarke could come up with
another negative he kissed her lips lightly and hugged her tight.

"Fine, but I better get constant morning sex," she grumbled. Bellamy let out a loud laugh at that and kissed her cheek.

"You have my word, Princess."