Well it's almost a month since I updated this and honestly it's because I kind of hate it now. I don't really want to continue it, but I also don't want to abandon it so I'm going to try and write one or two more chapters to tie everything up. This chapter probably isn't very good because I think my lack of enthusiasm for the story probably shows in my writing but at least it's something right?

So when her mother said to tail Bellamy, she probably didn't mean to literally follow him home and basically move into his apartment. But Clarke likes to do things her own way, and it's not like she has anything better to do since she's not allowed to work on the case and she's yet to be assigned a new one. Abby's only real stipulation was to not let him seduce her. Which will be easy to abide by. Probably. Plus Clarke still kind of wants to find out who Bellamy is working for, and she can't do that if she's keeping her distance.

"Um, what is she doing here?" Octavia asks when Clarke follows Bellamy into his apartment.

"I live here now," Clarke tells her.

"Couldn't you have at least consulted me before you asked your girlfriend to move in with you?" Octavia snorts and Bellamy rolls his eyes.

"Hilarious, O," he says sarcastically. "Apparently she has to keep an eye on me."

"Did your mom kick you off the case?" Octavia asks gleefully. Clarke narrows her eyes at the girl.

"I can't believe I ever considered you a friend."

"You're the one who attacked me," Octavia points out. "I was just trying to help my brother."

"You put my life in danger!" Clarke says indignantly.

"Oh please, your life wasn't in danger," Octavia scoffs. "Your dignity maybe." Bellamy snorts at that and both girls turn to look at him.

"Find this amusing, do you?" Clarke purses her lips and Bellamy grins at her.

"You're never going to forgive me for the handcuff thing are you?"

"I'd say it's highly unlikely," Clarke says wryly.

"Ugh, I'm out of here," Octavia says, heading towards the door. "I'm not staying here while she's here. I'll be at Lincoln's."

"Who's Lincoln?" Bellamy and Clarke ask in unison.

"My boyfriend. Bye."

"I didn't even know she had a boyfriend," Bellamy mutters, once Octavia is gone.

"She's untrustworthy," Clarke says matter-of-factly. Bellamy glares at her.

"You know, I was going to say you could sleep in her bed, but just for that you can sleep on the couch," Bellamy says petulantly.

"You're such a baby," Clarke tells him. "Besides, it would be way too easy for you to sneak out if I was in Octavia's room."

"Where would I be sneaking to?" Bellamy raises his eyebrows at her.

"Who knows? You'd probably just sneak out to prove you could and make me look like an idiot."

"You do that pretty well yourself," Bellamy grins and Clarke gives him a light shove.

Clarke isn't really worried that Bellamy is going to sneak out, but she does the obligatory sweep of the apartment anyway, checking all the ways he can escape and rigging up alarms on the windows he might be able to climb out of, despite the fact that he probably knows how to disarm them anyway. He follows her around and watches her with a bemused expression on his face while she does her job. She tries not to pay attention to him, but that's been impossible since the first moment she met him.

"This is totally unnecessary, you know that right?" he says.

"You don't have to follow me around, you know that right?" Clarke mimics his exasperated tone.

"Ha. I'm waiting for you to be done so we can do something fun," Bellamy grins and Clarke eyes him suspiciously, trying to work out if he's being suggestive or just weird.

"I'm not sleeping with you," she says cautiously.

"You say that now," Bellamy winks and Clarke rolls her eyes. "Besides, that's not even what I meant. I thought we could watch a movie or something, since you're probably going to be here a while. That way we don't actually have to talk to each other. I know how much you hate it when I talk."

"You know me so well," Clarke rolls her eyes again but she's unable to suppress the smirk that tickles her lips. "I'm nearly finished so you put the movie on and I'll be right there," she tells him. Bellamy nods, pleased, and leaves her so he can go and get the movie ready.

Clarke finishes setting up the alarm on Bellamy's bedroom window and heads back out to the living room where Bellamy is waiting for her. He's sitting on the couch and she hesitates a moment, trying to decide if she should sit next to him or not, but then she decides it would like weird if she didn't, and anyway the butterflies in her stomach are probably just because she's hungry or something.

Bellamy grins at her as she sits herself down next to him, not quite touching, but close enough to touch, if you know, he wants to. Clarke smiles back and Bellamy hits play so she turns her attention to the movie.

"Pride and Prejudice? Really?" Clarke raises an eyebrow at him.

"What? It's a good movie," Bellamy shrugs.

"I know. I can't decide if I'm more attracted to Matthew Macfadyen or Keira Knightley," Clarke laughs.

"Me too," Bellamy agrees with a snort. She grins at him and they settle in and watch the movie and Clarke feels herself relax slightly. Only slightly though, because she's still thinking about how easy it would be to just lean over and kiss him. And he's a really good kisser, if she remembers correctly.

It's strange, but she realises that she actually likes Bellamy. Like they could probably be friends if she wasn't so attracted to him. Which she's all too aware of right now, with him sitting an inch away from her. She can feel the heat radiating off his body and she kind of just wants to wrap herself up in it. Plus, she's pretty sure the sexual tension between Lizzy and Darcy is probably making her more conscious of her own sexual tension with Bellamy. She risks a glance at him, but he seems enthralled by the movie, which is kind of endearing if a little frustrating. She doesn't want to make a move on him, because that would be purposefully disobeying her mother's orders. But if he's the one who makes a move then well, she's still disobeying her mother's orders but it's his fault.

Clarke's phone starts ringing halfway through the movie and Bellamy quickly pauses it.

"It's Raven," Clarke tells him as she answers. "What's up?" she says to Raven.

"We found out who the woman is," Raven replies.

"Oh my god, who?" Clarke demands. She reaches out a hand in her excitement, hitting Bellamy in the chest. "They found the woman," she whispers before putting the phone on speaker.

"Who are you talking to?" Raven asks.

"Bellamy," Clarke tells her. "So? Who's the woman?"

"Is it really wise to let Bellamy hear this information?" Raven asks sceptically.

"It's fine, Raven," Clarke huffs. "Just tell me who the woman is and what you're planning to do about it."

"Her name is Lorelei Tsing," Raven informs her. "She works for the Wallaces. We brought them in for questioning and showed them her picture. Safe to say they were pretty pissed when they found out. We've asked them not to confront her just yet. We're setting up an operation to retrieve the necklace now."

"That's awesome," Clarke grins, feeling relieved that they're finally getting somewhere. "So what's the plan?" She glances at Bellamy who nods at her encouragingly. "Raven?" Clarke prompts.

"I'm not allowed to tell you," Raven finally says. "You're technically not on the case anymore."

"I hate my mother," Clarke scowls.

"She's just following policy, Clarke. She can't make exceptions just because you're her daughter," Raven points out.

"Yeah, yeah," Clarke sighs. "Just keep me as informed as you can, okay?"

"Will do," Raven agrees before hanging up. Clarke turns to Bellamy and immediately starts ranting.

"This is so typical. My stupid mom doesn't trust me, even though she said she did and what's worse is she's going to give the necklace back to the Wallaces, even though it really belongs to Lexa," Clarke huffs. She's ready to go on but she's not sure Bellamy is actually listening to her, because he's smiling, his eyes filled with amusement and as far as she's concerned this is no laughing matter.

"What?" she snaps and Bellamy just shakes his head slightly, his expression going suddenly serious, before her grabs her face and lurches forward to kiss her. It's not even a really passionate kiss at first, just his lips, hard on hers, but almost tentative, yet she still feels it all the way down to her toes. She feels him start to pull away, but she follows him, her hand reaching out to fist in his shirt and then he's pushing back against her, deepening the kiss. And she had remembered correctly, he is an exceptional kisser, and she can feel tingles of anticipation in her stomach, ready to find out how good he is at other things.

Clarke brings her hands down to the bottom of his shirt and starts tugging it up, only breaking away from his lips so she can pull it over his head. Bellamy brings an arm around her waist to pull her against him, crushing her against his bare chest.

"You think you can finish the job this time?" Clarke breathes, but she almost regrets talking, since it means she has to stop kissing him.

"Oh, I know I can," Bellamy says smugly, and in one swift motion her shifts her so he's between her legs, rocking against her so she can feel his hard cock pressing into her. She lets out a gasp and Bellamy chuckles, but he stops laughing when she grinds herself against him, kissing him hotly before pulling her shirt over her head. He chases her lips as she pulls away and it's her turn to chuckle. She stands up slowly, pulling her up with him and leading him to his bedroom. Once he shuts the door behind them, he wastes no time removing her bra, and then he's kissing her all over, backing her towards his bed until they both collapse on top of it. Bellamy moves his hand between her legs, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping a hand inside, Clarke letting out a moan as his fingers slide against her wetness. He teases her and she wriggles under his expert touch, until she finally gets too impatient and she snaps her head up to meet his lips.

"Come on, Bellamy, I've waited long enough," she tells him hoarsely. "Just fuck me already."

"Well, I can't say no to that," Bellamy grins, and then he's pulling his pants off as Clarke kicks off her own. Naked and waiting on the bed, Clarke watches as Bellamy moves to the drawers beside his bed and pulls out a condom, which she's thankful he thought of because she honestly would have forgotten.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Bellamy asks her as he rolls the condom on and Clarke grabs his hand, bringing it back between her legs where she's wet and throbbing, aching to feel him inside her.

"You tell me," she says huskily.

"Yeah, okay," Bellamy groans, kissing her as he climbs on top of her, pressing the head of his cock at her entrance before sheathing himself inside her. They both moan at the movement and Bellamy pauses a moment before pulling out slightly and then driving himself back in. Clarke rocks her hips against him as he picks up the pace and it doesn't take too long before she's nearing her climax, and judging from Bellamy's grunts he is too. She cries out as he brings her over the edge and he's following her soon after, until they're both spend and satisfied, panting on the bed.

"So, am I forgiven for the handcuffs thing yet?" Bellamy asks, after he's caught his breath.

"Hmm," Clarke muses. "Not yet. But maybe I could forgive you for it if you'd let me handcuff you," she grins, propping herself up and leaning over him. "I'd make it enjoyable for both of us."

"You know, I don't exactly hate that idea," Bellamy grins back and Clarke is about to lean down and kiss him when his phone starts ringing on the nightstand. Clarke glances over as Bellamy sits up and grabs the phone, and she reads the name of the caller: Pike. It doesn't really mean anything to her, but as Bellamy exits the room to take the call she can't help but be curious. She slips out of bed after he's gone, shrugging her jeans and his shirt on and puts her ear to the crack in the door.

"I was going to call you, but now isn't the best time," Bellamy is saying. "I wanted to tell you I'm out. You can find the necklace yourself." A pause. "Yeah, I know. I guess I'll just have to find another job. Fuck you too." Clarke hears Bellamy's foot steps coming back towards her and she quickly scrambles away from the door, but not quickly enough to be able to hide what she's been doing.

"I guess you heard all that, huh?" Bellamy says wryly.

"Sorry," Clarke shrugs, but she's not really sorry at all.

"It's fine," Bellamy nods. "Now you know I'm done helping that guy."

"Sorry about your job," Clarke sympathises.

"It's not your fault," Bellamy shrugs. "It's not really worth it anyway. It's just a job. I can get a new one." Clarke nods, but she still feels bad. "Hey, I mean it," Bellamy says gently, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, let's go back to bed," he grins.