Ok, this really is the last part. I think I ended on a solid note.

Betcha Can't Fight This Feeling

Another week passed since that disastrous day with Bellamy. Clarke had seen him up close and personal only one time since then. She had felt the sting of his rejection when he pleasantly greeted everyone but her. She was practically invisible to him.

To say that she was depressed since then would've been an understatement. She missed several classes, she stayed in bed, nothing mattered. Her friends were starting to get worried as she spent the last few days watching old reruns of Three's Company in her pajamas.

Clarke didn't see a reason to move herself out into the real world. She'd just screw it up more in ways that even she couldn't fathom yet. Bellamy clearly hated her now. She ruined it before it ever had the chance to start. The worst part about it is that she couldn't even talk to Raven or Octavia. She was so embarrassed. Not only had she used Bellamy, she blatantly kicked him out afterwards like he was nothing.

"Let's go blonde," Raven burst into her room clicking the lights on. "Big party over at Si Beta tonight. Everyone's going. So get your cute butt out of bed and get dressed," Raven started digging through Clarke's closet looking for a sexy outfit.

"No thanks," Clarke mumbled. "I'm tired," she lied.

"You've been in bed three days. How can you possibly be tired?"

"I just am. But have fun for me," Clarke said watching the tv screen. She just wasn't in the mood to socialize let alone party. She didn't deserve to have fun after what she did to Bellamy.

"No, no, no," Raven pulled her legs. "I'm not taking no for an answer. Octavia is expecting you, so is everyone else. Now get dressed," she unplugged the tv.

"Raven! I was watching that. I don't want to go. Why can't you understand? Just let me stay here by myself. It's what I deserve."

"Ok," Raven sat down next to her on the bed. "What's going on? You've been so unlike yourself for days. Talk to me Clarke."

Clarke's eyes teared up and she looked away from her friend. She couldn't tell her the truth.

"Sweetie," she comforted. "Please. I'm worried about you."

"I messed up," she shook her head wiping her eyes. "I messed up. He's not going to forgive me," she covered her face.

"Who babe? Who won't forgive you?," Raven asked.

Clarke felt a small squeeze on her hand. She quivered in fear knowing that Raven wouldn't let up until she revealed what was bothering her.

She took a deep breath and quietly whispered his name. "Bellamy." Her eyes closed painfully. She couldn't bring herself to look at Raven. The feeling of laying her sorrows bare made Clarke feel really vulnerable and small.

"Bellamy? Clarke, I'm not getting it. What does he have to do with this?"

"Oh god Raven. I don't know how to say this. I'm not sure what's real or what's possible."

"Hey. I'm here. Whatever it is," she promised.

"I think, I think that I have feelings for Bellamy," Clarke admitted. "And I'm afraid that I ruined things. He hates me."

"Bellamy may be a little rough around the edges but I don't think he's ever hated anyone in his entire life. He doesn't hate you."

"He does. You don't know what I did, Ray."

"What happened?"

"Last week he came over looking for Octavia. And Raven I don't know what happened but something changed between us. It was different. We slept together again," she admitted expecting Raven to be disappointed in her.

"Wow," Raven was shocked. "You couldn't stay away from that?," she joked bumping Clarke playfully. "He's got your nose so wide open. Bravo Blake."

"Raven!," she laughed despite her mood. "This is not funny. You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not babe. Why would I be? I say it's about damn time. If Bellamy makes you happy, good. You should go for it. I think Octavia will be happy too. She's always secretly hoped you guys got your shit together."

"I don't know what I should do here. I'm confused."

"Maybe tell him the truth," she sobered. "I hear it's the best way to remedy things. Always be truthful."

"I wish it was easy," she sighed. "He won't even speak to me. It's my fault."

"Well, a little birdie told me that he's going be at this party. How about you we dress you in the cutest outfit and we go to this thing and you knock his socks off."

"You think he'd forgive me. It was bad Raven. I kicked him out of the apartment after we were together. I'm a horrible person."

"No worries," she hopped up. "I'm telling you. One look at you and Bellamy won't know what hit him. Now go shower. I'll be waiting."

—-

Clarke was over this already. The frat house was filled with wall to wall people. There was very little room to walk. Between the college students making out against the wall, the small makeshift dance floor, and the group playing beer pong, Clarke just wanted to go home and be one with her mattress. That damn dress Raven picked out was riding up her ass and if one more sleazy frat guy hit on her, she was going to scream. This is not what she expected her night to consist of. She just wanted to see Bellamy and apologize. Just maybe they could start fresh and find what was between them.

"Raven, I don't see him," she yelled over the loud music. "Maybe he's not coming,"

"He's here. See, the guys are right over there," she pointed. Raven pulled Clarke towards their friends. Jasper was laughing as Monty chugged a bottle of tequila. Boys.

Murphy was nursing a beer while some chick named Emori was dancing seductively in his eye sight. Apparently they were well acquainted.

"Hey chickas," Jasper greeted. "You guys want a drink?"

"Looks like you've had enough for all of us," Raven snarked seeing Monty doze.

"Jasper have you seen Bellamy?," Clarke immediately asked. She didn't have time for pleasantries. She needed to see Bellamy.

Murphy pointed just over by pool table.

Clarke's eyes followed and her stomach dipped painfully seeing some random girl latched onto Bellamy. His arm was draped around her waist and their bodies were tightly pressed against each other.

"Umm, maybe I should go Raven," Clarke swallowed hard. The burning feeling in her chest was creeping all the way down to her feet. She couldn't watch this any longer.

"Go over there," Raven pushed. "I know you Clarke. You're the strongest person. I know that you're not going to let some slutty whore steal your man. Fuck that. Walk over there and excuse that bitch."

"He's not my man," she muttered. "Clearly he's moved on. This was a mistake coming here. I should go."

"Please. Don't leave Clarke. We'll have fun. Forget Bellamy and his skank."

"Thanks for being a good friend Raven," she kissed her cheek. "But I'm going home. Tell Octavia I'm sorry," Clarke said feeling bad that she hadn't even seen her yet.

Raven watched her friend walk sullenly out the door. She was pissed off now. Bellamy all but ruined their night with his latest slut hanging all over him.

Raven marched towards him ready to breathe fire. Bellamy was about to get a piece of her mind.

"Excuse me," she barely looked at the giggly girl. "I want to talk to you, alone."

"Raven, when did you get here?"

"It doesn't really matter. Outside," she left no room for argument. She started walking and if Bellamy knew what was good for him, he'd be following.

"I'll be back," he told his companion.

He trailed behind Raven quietly until they reached the outside balcony of the frat house.

"What's up? I was a little busy."

Raven rolled her eyes tapping her stiletto covered feet. "Do you care about Clarke?," she asked not beating around the bush.

"Is that why you brought me out here? I'm going back inside," he started to leave.

"Answer the question Bellamy? And stop fucking with me. Do you care about her or not?"

He stood quietly with his back to Raven. He was trying to forget about Clarke. He wanted to get as drunk as possible. Maybe sleeping with some random chick was just what he needed.

"It's over Raven. Whatever it is that I had with Clarke is over. Let's be honest, it never really started. You happy now?"

"I think that's bullshit. You care about her Bellamy. And she cares about you," Raven revealed.

"No, she doesn't. She kicked me out!"

"She was scared. Can't you understand that? She came here tonight wanting to tell you. Wanting to apologize and make things right. She felt so guilty about running you off Bellamy.

He looked around not believing Raven. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. But she's gone now. She saw that slut all over you and she left. She's hurt Bellamy. You hurt her."

"Well that goes both ways," he mumbled. "How do you think I felt when she pushed me away? Here I thought we were starting something good. She played me for a fool."

"She wanted to make it right," she reiterated. "That's why she came here tonight. What are you going to do? Are you going to man up and do something about it or are you going to bitch up?," Raven asked pulling no punches. She was always the one friend in their group giving the real to them.

He looked back to Natalia. The girl waved at him smiling. His eyes met Raven's. Suddenly his choice was clear. Bellamy took off for Clarke's apartment. Raven had better been telling the truth and this had better not have been another bet or something. He was putting everything on the line. While this thing with Natalia wasn't real or deep, at least it was a sure thing.

But his options of being with Clarke had the potential to be real and if he was ever going to see what they could be, he needed to go to her.

"You better not break her heart Blake or I'll kick you ass," Raven yelled to his retreating figure.

Bellamy threw a small wave back indicating that he understood.

—

Clarke curled up on the couch with her carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream. She was so happy to be home and out of that god forsaken dress. This was so much better spending her evening with iconic television comedians rather than drunk frat brothers. At least these guys had manners and sense.

She chuckled at an old rerun of Saved By The Bell. That damn Zack Morris up to some scheme. She silently admitted that his actions were super cute. If a guy went through the trouble of doing these things for her, she'd be secretly thrilled. That Kelly was one lucky girl

Clarke sat her ice cream down suddenly feeling sad again when the episode ended on a Zack and Kelly kiss. At least someone was happy.

Seeing Bellamy with that tramp had ruined her evening. If it was that good in the first place, it had somehow gotten worse with that little show. It only made Clarke feel worse. She really had done it now. Bellamy was done with her and judging by his little scantily clad friend, clearly he was over her. She guess it served her right.

Clarke sighed clicking her remote to the next episode on Netflix. She may as well torture herself some more with silly teen love.

Just as the episode theme song started she heard a light tap on her door. Clarke was ready to kill someone. It was probably Lincoln with a drunk Octavia. That girl could never find her keys once she was wasted. Clarke was seriously contemplating giving him a spare key for moments like this.

Walking over to the door, Clarke pulled her knitted quilt around her arms. She watched the tv distracting her sufficiently enough to ignore Octavia and her boyfriend.

"Put her in bed Lincoln," she rolled her eyes opening the door.

"It's not Lincoln," the voice said.

Clarke stumbled on the table in shock. Bellamy's arms shot out catching her just as she was about to fall on her ass. Great. Add klutz to her list of screw ups.

"You ok?," he asked.

Clarke stared at him like he was from outer space. "What are you doing here Bellamy?"

"Umm. I wanted to talk," he said.

"Talk? Why? Weren't you having fun with your little girlfriend?" She didn't mean to sound so bitchy but she couldn't help it. She was jealous.

"Clarke," he tried touching her but she pulled away. "Natalia isn't my girlfriend. I met her tonight. Do you really think that little of me?"

"I don't know what to think of you Bellamy," she admitted. "You're always whoring around with some little tramp. It's a good thing I won't become one of the many in your harem."

His eyes squinted at her. Now she was pissing him off. He came here to make things right, not get lambasted by her.

"You know what, this was a mistake," he turned to leave. "I should've known. You're never going to change. We had the chance for something real and you ruin it. I'm out of here."

"Good. I don't know why you came. Be real. It was never going to work out. You got me into bed- so kudos to you. Don't pretend that I'm somehow different or special from any other girl you sleep with!," she yelled.

"You're right. You're not special. But the difference is that I don't pretend to be some perfect uncaring person. Newsflash Clarke. You willingly slept with me too and you liked it. And it wasn't because you had some deep feelings for me. You wanted to win, just admit it. Well bravo to you princess. Looks like we both lose," he stomped towards the door.

Clarke angrily followed behind him. No way was she going to let him have the last word.

"No. You don't get to storm in here acting like I hurt you. You never cared! You wanted sex and I was right there giving it to you. I saw the way you looked at me over the years. It wasn't anything more than lust, curiosity. I was the one girl walking around this campus not willing to give herself to big bad Bellamy Blake. It pissed you off. I was nothing more than a conquest. So screw you Bellamy. I can't believe I ever thought I cared."

He started laughing then, an almost sarcastic laugh. His eyes flared with anger and he scoffed. "You're right. I wanted you. I never lied about it. But I don't pretend. I make mistakes and the biggest one was thinking that you were more than the spoiled princess we all know. You're selfish and you don't care about anything else but yourself."

Clarke's eyes flared up furiously. "I hate you," she spat. "I hate you," she slammed her tiny fists into his chest.

Bellamy was taken aback when he saw tears streaming down her face.

"Stop it. Clarke stop it," he pleaded suddenly feeling bad. He held onto her arms while she struggled to pull away. Bellamy didn't want to hurt her. The words were just coming out before he could stop it. She had this way of getting to the very core of his heart. He could never stay mad at Clarke for too long.

"I wanted you," she cried collapsing in his chest. She couldn't fight what she was feeling anymore. "I cared," she weeped.

He held her sobbing body tightly against his chest. He'd never seen Clarke so vulnerable and so open. It was like the floodgates were open and out came everything she was feeling.

"Clarke..."

"I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I shouldn't of kicked you out that day. I was scared," she quietly admitted.

He sighed somehow squeezing her tighter. She was admitting to wanting to be with him. How could he stay mad at her? Clarke was his biggest weakness. Seeing her cry made his heart ache with horrible pain.

Bellamy lifted her face, cupping it with care. The small smile was gentle and kind. "You don't have to cry," he wiped her tears. "I want that too."

He pressed his lips softly against hers tasting the salty tears. Clarke felt like she was floating on thin air. It had never felt that way. All of their kisses had been shared in passion and urgency but this one was rooted in promise and hope. She liked it.

"Bellamy," she muttered against his lips. "What does this mean?"

This time he gave her that cocky smirk that drove her crazy. Most of the time that look made her want to slap his face or kiss him senseless. This was the latter.

"Well. I guess that makes you my girlfriend."

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?," Clarke asked seriously. She wasn't exactly well versed in relationships but she did have the semblance of one during junior and senior year of high school with her first love Finn.

"No," he admitted. "But I'd like to try it out with you. What do you say?"

She kissed him again. This time deep and dirty. Their tongues clashed and Clarke moaned feeling his hands move down to her ass. She was honored to have the pleasure of being his first real relationship.

"You know the best thing about having a girlfriend?," she smiled mischievously.

He shook his head.

"You get lucky all of the time," she pulled him towards her bedroom. No telling what drunk bodies would come strolling through there. She didn't want anyone interrupting them tonight.

"I like the way you think," he chuckled.

"I thought you would," she sexily looked back as he followed behind her.

He slammed her against the wall a few times before they could ever make it to the bedroom. Clarke didn't mind. She was so aroused and turned on. There was nothing like feeling Bellamy's rock hard chest pressed into her.

Those kisses got more passionate and deep. She lifted her leg around Bellamy feeling his cock press into her. He was so hard. "Bell," she moaned. "Bed. We need the bed."

Bellamy lifted her in one fell swoop and threw a giggling Clarke over his shoulders.

"Don't drop me," she laughed. He was practically running. Bellamy slapped her ass playfully along the way.

They entered the room and fell together in a messy heap.

He pressed his head into the delicious cleavage of her breasts. His tongue came out and he licked a wet path down to her stomach.

Clarke giggled at the ticklish feel of his tongue swirling in her belly button.

"Bellamy," she cried wanting more. Clarke watched as he slid her pajama pants down her legs.

He grunted out when he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties.

His mouth watered and their eyes connected in something new, something deep. Was sex that different when feelings were involved? They damn sure were about to find out.

He lifted Clarke pulling her into his lap. They were in a sitting position near the end of the bed.

"I want you to ride me," he breathed.

Clarke's mouth ran teasingly down his neck.

Bellamy released his dick from his pants and Clarke slammed down onto him without warning.

"Fuck," he called. "Clarke." He held her in place trying to stop himself from coming right there.

His eyes closed and he felt her began to rock on top of him doing the perfect dick tease. Her breast pressed into his face and Bellamy couldn't help sucking on the pert nipples fabulously slamming into him as Clarke rode him unabashedly.

"God," she hummed out. Her nails clutching fiercely into his back. "Yes."

Bellamy pushed her deeper into him and Clarke swears she could feel him completely fill her like never before. Her head fell back giving him ample opportunity to enjoy the liberty of her breasts even more. Bellamy didn't disappoint licking and sucking her until she was crying out in pleasure.

Clarke jerked when she felt a particular move against her clit. "I'm almost there. Harder," she pushed him. His hips grind in a circular motion and she moaned out a loud sound of incoherent words as she collapsed bonelessly into his chest.

"Hey you ok there?," he chuckled.

Clarke nodded moving more. She wanted to feel him cum inside of her.

"Your turn," she breathed coaxing him forward. Bellamy felt her pussy clench around him and suddenly his orgasm ripped through him like an unexpected tidal wave. It didn't take much.

"Shit," he grunted. His body shook and Clarke felt his warm seed filling her.

She kissed him while he came, her tongue perfectly motioning align with their lower bodies. He moaned in satisfaction.

"You feel amazing," she complimented. She like taking him all in.

"Damn it baby. We didn't use a condom." Though this was all unexpected, they never forget to be safe during sex.

She chuckled kissing his for head. "It's ok," she whispered. "I'm on birth control. My period is out control," she nodded.

"So, we could totally do this all of the time?," he smirked. Don't get him wrong. Sex was good regardless but doing it without condoms was so much better.

She nodded her head. Clarke screeched out when Bellamy rolled her over onto her back excitedly.

"Good to know." He covered her lips again, his hands meeting the scarce hairs on her pussy. It felt so good feeling the moisture gathered between her legs.

She cried out when one of his fingers entered her while another played slowly against her clit.

"Bellamy," she whined. Another finger joined the first and Clarke shook as he drove his digits in and out of her.

She purred delightfully when she felt his wet mouth touched her. His tongue vibrated against her clit and she gripped ahold of his hair pushing him into her more.

He was devouring her completely. Her body jerked up uncontrollably slamming her into the mattress. The coil in her stomach began to tighten and Clarke knew that she was close to another amazing orgasm. Her toes curled and suddenly she was shaking, her entire body ceasing in pleasure.

Bellamy's tongue hotly continued flicking over her while she came against his mouth. She could feel his tongue lapping up every bit of her and she watched feeling so satisfied. Never had she felt more beautiful and desired.

"I love your pussy," he climbed up her. Clarke kissed him deeply sharing the taste of herself with him. "Did I tell you that?"

"Hmm," she moaned. "That was amazing."

"Yeah," he agreed.

"I want to do something for you," she muttered running her foot near his dick. Her hands reached out and she cupped his balls gently.

"Clarke," he flinched when she squeezed. He was sensitive. One move from her and he'd come all over her.

Clarke hopped up pushing him flat onto his back. She laughed at the surprised look on his face.

"I'm going to blow you," she confidently said. "I want your cock in my mouth," her voice came out breathy and deep.

His eyes spread in surprise. He had never seen anything more sexy. "You don't have to do this."

She ignored him pumping his dick in a few quick motions.

"Perfect!," she licked her lips. Her mouth dropped down on him and Bellamy nearly lost it. If there was ever a specimen of the perfect male anatomy, this was it. He was just glorious in every way. And Clarke was even more amazed when his dick stood hard and stiff begging to be ridden or sucked until he softly came down off that high.

"God baby," he whined. "Your mouth feels amazing," Bellamy rubbed his hand through her hair.

Her lips continued gliding onto his hardened member with long deep strokes. Bellamy had never seen something look so hot.

Her fingers fiddled against his sack as her head bobbed steadily. Clarke's eyes met him and she ran her tongue enticingly against the base of him letting his dick hit the back of her throat.

His hands involuntarily pulled her hair. He was losing control with the way she was sucking him off while her hands played with his balls.

Baby," he tried pulling her up. But she got more fierce with her sucking. Her hands were holding him steady giving her perfect grip to take it all. There was a popping sound and Bellamy knew that he was about to cum. He didn't want to release himself into her mouth.

But damn it it felt good. She clearly wasn't worried- so after a little reluctance his seed came shooting out.

Bellamy cursed out feeling himself come to the point of exhaustion. He watched himself cum all over her face. She took it all in licking his dick like it was her last meal.

Her tongue swirled hungrily making sure to lap him up completely. It was hot.

"Talk about remarkable," she whined tasting him completely.

"Clarke. Come here." Never had he had pleasure of receiving a blow job like that. He wanted to show his appreciation. Clarke climbed her naked body across his chest.

"You're amazing," she purred. He chuckled pulling Clarke into his chest giving her a long kiss of appreciation.

"The feelings mutual, trust me."

"I need to go to the bathroom," she giggled. She needed to clean herself up a bit.

"Ok," he released her from his arms. Bellamy stretched back onto the bed once Clarke was up. He smiled to himself seeing her cute little naked ass walk across the room. He'd never felt this satisfied after a sexual encounter in his life. Something about being with Clarke felt different, better, more satisfying. He wouldn't trade this feeling for all of the one night stands in the world. It was special.

Clarke came walking back out a few minutes later climbing right back into his arms.

"I think you wore me out," she giggled kissing his cheek.

"You think we made up for lost time?," he chuckled.

"Hmm," she sighed tiredly. "I think so," Clarke yawned.

"Go to sleep baby," he pushed feeling a bit tired himself. They had all of the time in the world for sex. Right now they both needed sleep.

"Will you be here when I wake up?" she asked.

He hugged her into him more. "I'm not going anywhere."

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