Here be kinky, graphic smut. If it will offend your delicate sensibilities, please do not read it. Or, if kinky, graphic smut is your jam, enjoy the hell out of it. Whichever you prefer. Tah.

In a bizarre turn of events, dinner was completely mellow and amiable. Bellamy cracked jokes, Clarke talked about her dreams of traveling, and no one was inappropriately touched. If Clarke hadn't needed to fix her smeared lipstick after the interlude in the apartment, she might have thought she had dreamed it all. By the end of her second glass of wine, Clarke was in fact completely confused as to what that whole exchange had even been about. Was that just to wrap up the conversation from the night before? What if all the spiking pulses and achingly sensitive body parts had been one-sided? Ugh. Clarke tried to dismiss it all in order to appear nonchalant. Regardless of what had or had not happened, it was really nice to see her friend after all this time. Bellamy. Her friend. Friend, friend, friend. Friend, despite the fact that every time he glanced at her mouth, she was hoping he'd stare. She made sure to bite her lip, but he seemed perfectly content to listen to her talk. The bastard.

When dinner was over, Bellamy was a perfect gentlemen and gave her his jacket to ward of the chill of the night air. This hid Clarke's thoughtfully displayed cleavage from his view, much to her dismay. Her plan and this dress were not working the way she'd hoped.

They continued to chat as they walked to the theatre, and when they arrived, Bellamy chose whatever the latest action film was. Clarke, who had a nice buzz going from the wine, was looking forward to something exciting and mindless after being almost exhaustingly on edge since earlier that night.

They entered the show as the previews were rolling, but the theatre was practically empty with only three or four people sitting in the far right and front sections. Bellamy chose two seats near the back wall, and Clarke was glad she wouldn't have to fumble around in the dark to find a seat closer to the front. She handed his jacket back with a quiet "thank you" as they sat down and the movie began.

Twenty minutes in, Clarke noticed Bellamy was staring at her. More specifically he was staring at her breasts. She fought to contain her smirk. Maybe the dress was working after all. She chose that exact moment to stretch, arching her back and jutting her chest forward. Bellamy glanced up at her face, and leaned close. "You're distracting me from the movie, Princess." Clarke feigned ignorance, and with wide eyes, pointed to her chest and mouthed, "Me?" as if the thought had never occurred to her. "All night, I've wanted to press you against every available wall, so I could hear you moan and mess up that pretty red mouth of yours again."

Oh my—definitely not one-sided, Clarke thought.

"This dress is killing me," he continued, tugging at the material on her shoulder. Clarke laughed quietly and swatted his hand away. "Somehow," she whispered, "I don't think I can do much about that right now."

She jolted when she felt Bellamy begin to trace the hem of her dress against her thigh. He breath fans the curls close to her ear, and he sucked the lobe into his hot mouth. His voice had taken on a gruff quality that made her shiver. "Do you want to play a game, Clarke?"

"But," she licked her suddenly dry lips, "We're watching a movie."

"We can do both. I want to play with that gorgeous body. If I tell you to do something, will you do as I say?"

And there was that fantasy from last night: the one she never knew she'd had before. The one where Bellamy took control to bring them both pleasure. The one where he commanded her to do things for him. God, just thinking of the possibilities made her pulse jump as her body grew warmer. She wanted to know what it could be like, so she nodded.

"Good girl. Now," he kissed her jawline, "We both know you're not wearing a bra under your lovely blue dress." She shook her head, staring at his mouth as he continued. "I want you to pull the front of your dress down and take out your tits for me." Clarke's jaw dropped as she sharply inhaled. He couldn't be serious. She met his hungry stare with wide eyes. Oh, fuck. He was very, very serious. She couldn't actually do this, right? It was so shockingly inappropriate to even think about. They were in public. Anyone could see.

The idea made her instantly wet.

An unexpected thrill zipped through her body as she made her decision. With one last dark look from Bellamy, Clarke slid trembling fingers down the V in the front of her dress, stopping at the tops of her breasts. She could feel her breasts tingling in anticipation. She quickly glanced around the theatre, making sure everyone was focused on the movie, and then, with a deep breath, she slowly pulled the material aside and down, bracketing her breasts with blue fabric, and exposing herself to Bellamy's gaze. She waited, her breasts moving with each shaking breath, for his hands to cup her again, to play with her nipples, but all she received was a very satisfied smile as he raked his gaze over her naked chest. She bit her lip, waiting, watching him, but all he said was, "You're missing the movie, Princess. Why don't you sit back and enjoy the show?" Clarke swallowed and dutifully sat back in her chair in anticipation of his next move.

But a minute ticked by, and then another, and Bellamy made no move to touch her. Clarke's legs began to shake. Someone could walk past them at any moment, and she was sitting here practically naked from the waist up. She was starting to feel foolish and began to shift, pulling at the material when Bellamy suddenly hissed in her ear. "Stop moving." She stopped immediately. "I was going to just enjoy my beautiful view, but it's obvious you're feeling a little impatient." Clarke's hands bunched the fabric of her skirt expectantly. "So, here's what is going to happen, Princess." She held her breath as he continued. "I want you to play with your tits until I tell you to stop. Play with those pretty pink nipples for me so they're nice and hard. Do whatever feels good. And…" Oh, god, what else? "… I want you to moan for me while you do it. Do you understand?"

Clarke immediately started to shake her head, absolutely scandalized at his request. "Bellamy, someone will hear me. We'll be thrown out!"

Seeing her obvious nervousness, Bellamy grabbed his jacket, draped it over her nakedness, and gentled his tone of voice. "This is your choice, Clarke. I won't make you do anything you don't want to, and although we might take some risks, I won't put you in danger of any kind. If you want to play along, I'm more than happy to continue. If you decide you don't want to play anymore, then we'll continue on our date as before and watch the movie. I will enjoy being with you either way, alright?" She released a breath and nodded. Feeling moderately calmer, she considered what she wanted her role to be in all of this. She was safe with Bellamy. She knew he would take care of her, and the idea of being told what to do was an immense turn on she wanted to explore. It would seem her decision was made. She slid the jacket off, noticing with delight that his breath caught at the site of her, and then she uttered a single word. "Yes."

"Fuck." He swore. "Good girl. Now, moan for me, Princess." Clarke released one shuddering breath, and lifted her hands to cup her breasts. At the first brush of her thumbs over her nipples, she clenched her thighs together. She pinched her nipples and then rolled each between her thumb and forefinger, arching her back as the pleasure shot straight to her clit. A quiet moan escaped her lips, and she quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard her over the dialogue of the film, but everyone was too far away to notice them. Bellamy's eyes were trained on the movements of her hands, so with a thrilling amount of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she continued.

She closed her eyes, leaning her head back and turned her face toward Bellamy, so he could hear her pleasure. She continued to manipulate her breasts and tightening nipples until she was squirming in the seat, breathing heavily. She was getting too worked up, too quickly, and her moans would be audible to the other patrons in the theatre if he didn't let her stop soon. She could feel the wetness seeping from her pussy and started to cross her legs, when Bellamy's hand pressed her knee. "Oh no, I want your legs spread wide for me while you play." And with that, he hooked one left leg over his right leg. Clarke watched as Bellamy surveyed his work and tried to imagine what he saw. Clarke's hand were cupping her naked breasts, her legs spread as wide as the theatre seats would allow, the skirt of her dress hiked up high enough to just barely cover her aching center, and her red-lipped mouth was open and panting. "You look so fucking sexy, Princess. I wish I had a picture of this to keep with the one you sent me last night. Are you wet for me?" Clarke bit her lip. "Let's find out."

Oh, holy shit. Clarke's hands dropped to the armrests, gripping hard as Bellamy slid a finger slowly up her thigh. When he was almost to the hem of her dress he stopped with a quiet chuckle. "Ohh, Princess, your panties must be soaked. Even your thighs are wet." Clarke attempted to bring her legs back together, almost embarrassed for him to find out exactly how turned on she really was.

"Are you trying to hide from me, Princess?" Clarke shook her head, not sure how to respond. Bellamy sat back folding his hands in his lap. "No? Then, show me. Stand up."

Clarke was panicking. If she stood up, someone would definitely notice. She would be caught, exposed to everyone in the theatre. They'd be thrown out, and she'd be humiliated or worse, arrested.

And then she remembered what Bellamy had told her. This was her choice, and he would take care of her. She knew that Bellamy had given her the order to stand as a test. She wanted to meet his challenge. She wanted him to see how wet she was and know it was because of him. She had no other choice but to stand.

Clarke unhooked her leg from over his and stood in the space in front of their shared armrest, the hem of her skirt dropping around her knees. Bellamy glanced around them and toward the other patrons to make sure they were still engrossed in the movie, and nodded.

"Now, put your foot right here," Bellamy said motioning to the armrest on his far side. She placed her foot where he directed, effectively positioning her skirt-covered center in front of Bellamy's face. "Show me those soaking wet panties, Clarke." She moved slowly, hoping she was not attracting any attention, and grasped the hem of her skirt as the movie entered a battle scene. Explosions erupted throughout the theatre, but all Clarke could focus on was the blood pounding in her ears.

She heard Bellamy hold his breath as she revealed her trembling thighs. She knew he could see the shine of her juices smeared across her skin; a brand of her arousal for him. With one final whispered, "Oh god," Clarke fully lifted the front of her skirt all the way up to her hips. Bellamy's breath exploded from his chest as he took in the site of Clarke's completely bare, visibly wet pussy spread before him.

"Oh fuck, you didn't wear panties. Jesus Christ." He stared at her pussy for a moment longer, dragging his hand through his hair, and licking his lips. "I have to…" In one swift motion Bellamy's hands gripped Clarke's ass pulling her forward to his mouth. He licked deeply into her slit, gliding up to suck her engorged clit into his hot mouth. She slapped her hand over her mouth and gasped out a barely contained moan as he slid two fingers into her clenching hole. Clarke tangled her other hand in Bellamy's hair forcing his face tightly against the place she needed him most. Her body thrust in time with his fingers as he began a fast assault on her pussy, his tongue flicking back and forth across her clit as he sucked her into his mouth. The explosions of the movie barely covered her moans as she began a whispered chant, pleading. "Please, please, Bellamy. Oh god, I'm so close. Please. Oh god, oh god, oh god." He slowed his ministrations, placed a searing kiss on her clit, and withdrew his fingers from her still-gyrating body. She looked down at him with desperation in her eyes, and he sat forward in his seat dragging her down to straddle his lap. Clarke gasped out loud as she watched him lick his fingers clean of her juices, and then their mouths collided. His thrust his tongue against her own making Clarke taste the wetness of her pussy, and she released a tortured moan into his mouth.

She ground her pussy down feeling the long, thick length of Bellamy's cock through his jeans. He thrust up against her, groaning into her mouth, the seam of his pants rubbing hard against her clit causing her to whimper over and over. With a fist in her hair, he pulled her head back while his other hand held her hips in place for the thrusting of his rock hard erection. "You're so ready for me, aren't you, baby? I could feel you clenching around my fingers." Bellamy was practically growling in her ear as she tried to stay quiet. "Your cunt is so fucking delicious. I want to make you cum in mouth again and again. Would you like that, Clarke?" She nodded, his filthy words bring her closer to the edge. He snaked a hand down to massage her ass, spreading her more as he thrust up hard against her. "I'm gonna fuck this hungry cunt until your whole body is too blissed out to move. Are you close, Princess? Do you want to come?" Clarke frantically nodded her head, putting a hand to her breast, giving a high pitched "uh, uh, uh" with every thrust. "Fuck, yes. Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me, Clarke."

And those exact words were the ones that sent her over the edge. She couldn't stop it. His words, the feel of his cock grinding against her wet, swollen sex, his hand forcing her hips down over and over, the hours of waiting. It was too much, and she came hard, head thrown back, gasping and whispering his name, one hand twisting her nipple, the other hand gripping Bellamy's shoulder. She felt her body shuddering again and again as he panted under her, watching her fall apart.

It was only when the pleasure down-graded to tremors that she realized the battle scene in the movie had ended. She started to take in her surroundings again only to realize the theatre was far quieter now than when they had started this process. Bellamy was glanced around the theatre. Oh god, had everyone heard her?

Clarke jumped up and wildly pulled at her dress to cover her nakedness. Bellamy stood with her trying to calm her movements, but she skirted his reach and made her way to the door of the theatre. He immediately followed quietly calling her name as she took off down the main hallway of the building toward the parking lot.