A/N: I'm back with another Bellarke Canon into Non-Canon fantasy! I was toying with the idea of what might have happened in 6x04 at the dance if things had gone differently and this was the end result. It turned out much longer than I expected (that's what she said) so thanks for sticking it out! Here's to all the Bellarke fantasies that may or may not ever come true! Keep the faith you guys, we're still breathing!

Side Note: Once again, there are likely to be a jillion typos and mistakes, just love me through it.

Disclaimer: I Do NOT Own The 100, any of the characters or dialogue therein. I Love 'em alot though.

"Welcome to Sanctum!"

A particularly kind girl running the bar in the eccentrically lit Sanctum Hall smiled after handing Bellamy a glass of something that at least smelled admittedly better than the moonshine he remembered from the Ark. She smiled warmly before moving to serve a couple standing a few feet away. Bellamy accepted the proffered drink, not wanting to seem rude in their new, for-now home, and retreated to a darker corner of the great hall, leaning against a pillar out of the way.

He found himself astounded by the people here, and there were so many of them. Merely days ago, though, in reality it was actually 125 years ago, Bellamy was surrounded by a mass of people, but they had been ready to go to war with one another then scrambling to escape imminent danger. That was far from the case now. He watched them drinking in excess without a care in the world and took notice of the brightly colored, flowing clothing they wore sway and shimmy on the expansive dance floor that took up most of the hall. The people here seemed...well, happy. It was a sight Bellamy wasn't used to seeing after so much death and destruction.

One person in the crowd caught his attention in particular, and he stood up a little straighter when he recognized Clarke's blonde hair, her bright blue eyes widening with wonder as she stepped into the room.

Bellamy had always considered Clarke pretty, but tonight she looked especially so, adorned in a deep blue dress he'd never seen that plunged low in the front and even lower in the back. Her smooth, porcelain skin shone, drawing his gaze. Clarke's entrance demanded not only his attention, it seemed, when the doctor, Cillian approached her immediately. Bellamy hadn't even realized his feet had started in her direction until he found himself retreating back. He dutifully ignored the bristling feeling that crept up his spine when he noticed the shy smile Clarke offered the other man. She was shaking her head at him, saying something that Bellamy couldn't quite make out over the loud techno music playing, then accepted Cillian's hand allowing him to pull her deeper onto the dance floor.

Feeling inexplicably annoyed, Bellamy took a big swig of the unsurprisingly good drink the bartender had given him. This is gonna be a long night.

He continued to people watch, sipping on his drink and wordlessly monitoring the entrances and exits of the room, keeping an eye on the crowd for anything at all that may qualify as suspicious. So far, the most suspicious thing he'd seen was the way one couple were "dancing" against the wall, looking more and more like they were actually just groping one another and trying to do the deed right there disguised by the flashing lights, shadows and fog. Bellamy chuckled aloud once a closer look revealed the couple to be Jordan and Delilah. Oh, Monty would be so proud.

Thankfully, Clarke wasn't behaving quite so implicitly in her dancing, still with the ever persistent Cillian. Bellamy wondered what his deal was anyway. He'd been extra attentive to Clarke's injury when they showed up, unfortunately revealing Clarke's night blood. Bellamy was less than thrilled when that secret was loose, and meant to keep a special eye on her since. Now, out of nowhere, the doctor swoops in again, finding Clarke as soon as she walked into the room and claiming her...it just seemed didn't sit right with him.

Some part of his brain suggested that this sounded more like jealousy than suspicion, but he ignored that.

With a slight frown, realizing subconsciously that he looked every bit the part of the "grumpy old man" his friends teased him about being, Bellamy kept up his watch. He was surprised when a server came to take his drink and replaced it with a new one, probably gathering from the furrow in his brow that he could use it. He didn't argue, tipping it back for another drink easily. It was a nice way to tamper down the nagging thoughts threatening him as the night drug on.

Time ticked by and his watchful gaze flicked between the exits, the bar, and Clarke's writhing body in the middle of the dance floor. He took careful note of the way she was laughing now, seeming to let loose more with each passing minute. Her arms circled around Cillian's neck, pulling him in close before he spun her around quickly then tugged her back into his chest. She looked happy, and seemed to be having a great time. She deserved that after all she'd been through, and Bellamy was happy for her.

He pursed his lips and looked around the room once more. Briefly he toyed with the idea of leaving. There didn't seem to be any real danger, and the longer he stayed the more down in the dumps he started to feel. He wasn't out joining in the fun, but he wasn't doing much good standing around as unofficial guard either. Suddenly, he was hit by thoughts of the last time he'd been at a dance like this, watching someone he cared about having fun for the first time in ages and how tragically that had turned out. Fat lot of good his careful watch had done then, too.

Prickling with annoyance, Bellamy almost didn't notice Echo approach his side. Instantly, he felt a bit guilty, as if she'd just caught him doing something he shouldn't be, which just further fueled his aggravation.

"Hey, what's wrong" she asked.

"It's just," floundering for exactly how to explain his own mess of feelings, he blurted, "last time I was at a party, my sister was arrested."

Her sympathetic eyes found his. "Bellamy, if you're gonna tear yourself apart over leaving her, let's go find her-"

"No, this isn't me tearing myself apart, this is me being human" he asserted, more exasperated than he meant to be with her; none of this was her fault.

An argument erupted between them and he could see the sadness in her pretty brown eyes as they went back and forth. A stark contrast to the rest of the crowd, they were seemingly the only two people who weren't having the time of their lives.

Why am I doing this?

Echo just wanted to be there for him, and she was trying to do that in her own way, but it wasn't enough, not right now. Bellamy said some truly hurtful things to her, flinching inwardly when he accused her of not having feelings; that was a low blow. Lately though, he really didn't have any idea how she thought or felt about much of anything and it seemed that she was at just as much of a loss about him. Things had been so much simpler in their time on the ring, in the beginning of their relationship when they were getting to know one another. Now, they stood here at an impasse, guarded and him taking his frustration out on her.

"It's gonna take me a little while to feel nothing, like a good Azgeda spy. But I'll keep trying" he said sarcastically, and he could've punched himself in the face for being such a dick.

Bellamy felt her tense up beside him, knowing he had just pushed a hell of a button and shamefully averted his gaze back onto the dance floor. He immediately found Clarke still dancing with her doctor, leaning in close while he whispered something into her ear that elicited a giggle. Bellamy's hand tightened around his glass and he took another swig. That particular sight wasn't making him feel any better.

He could still feel Echo next to him and sighed defeatedly. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Can we just talk about what this is really about" she bit out. Bellamy followed her gaze to find that she too was now looking at Clarke.

"What?"

"Save it for someone less perceptive, Bellamy" she said, and he almost thought he heard a drop of pity in her tone.

"Echo, I don't know what you're getting at." In spite of his words, he kept a tight grip on his glass and forced himself not to look back at the blonde beauty he'd spent the better part of the evening absorbed in.

"This has been coming for years" she muttered, almost to herself and he noticed the way her shoulders pulled back like she was bracing herself. "When we were leaving the ring to return to the ground, I always knew there was a chance things would change. And I knew it was more than a chance, it was a guarantee, the moment we found out Clarke was alive." He met her eyes then and wished he hadn't, he could see the sad acceptance in the depths of them.

The thing is...she wasn't wrong.

On some level, he knew that and had been fighting like hell to pretend it wasn't true, for whose sake, he wasn't exactly sure. If he chanced a glance back onto the dance floor, he'd probably think his own.

"You're a good man, Bellamy" she told him. He hated the tears he could see collecting behind her determined eyes, holding them at bay. "Our time on the ring together were some of the best I've ever known, and I'll always love you for it. But, you love her."

It wasn't a question, it was a declaration that rang true in the depths of Bellamy's core. Try as he wanted to deny it, even for the beautiful, now very vulnerable woman before him, he couldn't; he'd spent long enough denying it.

"It's always been her" she surmised, looking forlornly to Clarke on the dance floor. "I wanted to pretend it wasn't true too, keep living in our happy little bubble like we did on the ring..."

Bellamy was overwhelmed with the revelation, and even more so that Echo had been able to see through it all better than he had.

"Echo..." he started, at a loss of what to say. "I'm so sorry."

"I know." Her watery smile almost undid him. "But, you're my family, Bellamy. No matter what, I don't want that to change. That, I can't lose."

Bellamy nodded fervently. "Never."

He pulled her into a tight hug, trying to convey how sorry he was through it. She hugged him back in earnest then pulled back, wiping one hand across her eye to rid a tear he never saw spill.

"So, that's it then, we're friends."

"Family" he corrected, smiling gently.

She gave him a tight smile, and turned to leave. Before she did, she said "Bellamy, don't keep torturing yourself" nodding her head in the direction of the dance floor. "Just talk to her, you've delayed it long enough."

Bellamy swallowed thickly, hating to think of how painful this must be for Echo, but said nothing else as she made her quiet escape from the hall.

His mind whirred with everything that had just transpired. He took a sip from his glass, noting faintly that it was empty, but he didn't care.

He loved Clarke.

It was a truth, seated deep in him that he'd never said aloud, at least, not the kind of love that Echo had just hinted at. He loved her, he wanted her, and here he stood just like he has all these years standing idly by while she was occupied by someone else. Maybe there was a chance that she didn't feel the same, and maybe that's what he'd always been afraid of, but how could he really know if he never tried?

As if she could feel the intensity of his gaze, Clarke looked up at him then, seeming to notice him for the first time. She flashed him a bright smile before it started to falter into a more questioning look, wordlessly communicating What's wrong to him across the sea of people.

Clarke loved the little whooshing sound her dress made when she twirled around. Ironically, it made her feel just the slightest bit like a princess and she smiled thinking she was finally living up to the nickname. The thought led her gaze once again to Bellamy, standing like a guard off to the side of the dance floor now joined by Echo. It was impossible not to notice him, standing still wearing all black, greatly contrasting the sea of color and movement around him.

Even if not for that, she would have noticed him anyway.

Having Bellamy as a part of her life again was a relief, for starters. Things hadn't been the same since she'd made the mistake of leaving him in Polis, really, they hadn't been the same since he and the rest of her friends left for the ring, but especially since then. They had carefully avoided talking about it for days after waking from cryosleep, but the wound was still there, hanging between them. Clarke had finally worked up the nerve to really apologize to him earlier, and thankfully he had once again given her the forgiveness she needed. She had smiled all the way back to her room above the tavern to get dressed for the night's festivities. Naming Day seemed to be a momentous event for the people of Sanctum and the party they were now attending in it's honor just proved it.

Delilah left the beautiful navy dress she now wore for her with a note that she should wear it to the party, and Clarke didn't have to think twice about it. As soon as she'd pulled it on she found herself admiring the way it fit much better than the tattered clothes she usually wore, and a small voice in her head wondered if Bellamy would like it too...

She supposed the thought of considering him in her random thought processing came from habit; she'd been doing it for six years in his absence. Of course, it didn't matter. Bellamy had Echo to be concerned with now.

Clarke refused to frown at that, she'd chosen to be happy for her dearest friend the moment she discovered that he and Echo were romantically involved. He deserved happiness more than anyone and if it was Echo who gave that to him, then so be it.

Echo was nowhere to be seen now, however, and Clarke took note of the anxious look marring Bellamy's handsome, freckled face.

"I'll be right back" she called to Cillian over the music. He looked a little disappointed but nodded, releasing her. She navigated through the writhing bodies between them to approach Bellamy.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good" he told her, offering a smile that might have been convincing enough if she'd been anyone else.

"Where did Echo go?"

"She, wait - you saw Echo" he asked, curious.

"Well, yeah" she didn't want to sound like she'd been spying on them, "you don't miss Echo when she walks into a room" she half joked, because, it was also true. Echo was hot.

"Not the best compliment for a spy" he joked back, and she giggled, glad that he seemed less anxious now.

"Seriously, is everything okay? You looked kinda tense and broody, more than usual."

"Yeah, we just, broke up. Just now" he admitted, shrugging slightly.

Clarke's eyebrows shot up as she studied him expectantly, awaiting further explanation. When he offered none, she pressed on.

"Oh no, I'm sorry Bellamy" she sighed, reaching out to touch his arm comfortingly. It felt nice to her too, sensing the muscles in his forearm flex slightly. "I know how much you cared about her."

"It's okay, really" he assured her, smiling. "We're okay. It was...inevitable." He trailed off and there was definitely more to that, but she didn't get a chance to ask. "I do care about Echo, she's my family and always will be, but ending things was for the best. For both of us" he explained, and it seemed like he really meant it.

"That might be the most adult way I've ever seen anyone handle a break up" she told him finally, enjoying his smug grin. "Who knew we'd come so far, huh" she laughed.

"We're really adults now, aren't we" he said, taken aback.

"125 years in the making."

"We're really old."

"I like to think of us as super wise" she argued.

"Well, technically we were just asleep, so we didn't gain too much wisdom there."

"No, we were just marinating in what we'd already gained, it was much more practical." They shared an easy laugh, and she was glad that she'd come over to check on him when she did. It was much nicer to see him this way than with anxiety etched across his face. It made her feel good knowing that she'd gotten this reaction out of him, just like old times. "I'm glad you're okay" she told him. "I was a little worried when I saw you brooding all alone over here."

"Don't worry about me" he said. "You should be having fun, not watching me."

She scoffed a bit at his teasing tone. "I could say the same to you."

Bellamy's grin faltered just a bit, "Point taken, Princess, but somebody's gotta be on guard."

"No, actually, they don't." Bellamy just looked at her as if she were joking, but she wasn't. "Bellamy, we're not in any danger here, at least not right now" she stated surely. "The people here are safe and happy, shouldn't we try and just enjoy that for once?" Bellamy didn't answer, choosing to look stubbornly away from her toward the entrance doors as if someone would walk in and prove her wrong. "Well, have you noticed anything that seems dangerous on your watch? Tell me."

"No...not yet."

"And you won't" she groaned, rolling her eyes. "You're always taking take care of everyone else Bellamy, and thank God for it because you do a good job, but tonight we don't need taking care of, we need to just live. So let loose a little, have some fun" she wiggled her eyebrows at him, hoping to sell him on the concept. "You deserve it."

The whole thing reminded her of a time long ago around a fire at the Dropship when their roles here were very much reversed. Bellamy had stood guard that night too, but it was him urging Clarke to let go and have fun while she still had the chance. Those were much simpler times.

"Fine" he relented, making a show of bringing his empty glass to his mouth as if to say cheers.

"There's nothing in there" she said, matter of fact. "Let's fix that. I think we're long overdue for a drink anyway" she teased, blushing a bit at her own flirtation.

"You know, you're right" he answered her wistfully, accepting her outstretched hand so she could lead him back to the bar.

Clarke's heart sped up a bit as they made their way to the bar, letting her hand linger in Bellamy's larger one just a little longer than necessary when they reached it. She knew Cillian was still out there, waiting for her to return, but he wasn't her priority at the moment. He could wait.

A pretty, brunette woman slid two drinks in their direction after Bellamy caught her attention, and Clarke wondered if the service was rendered so fast purely because of the appreciative once over she gave Bellamy before being beckoned by someone else.

"You already have an admirer" she taunted, subtly motioning at the bartender.

Bellamy chuckled, then caught her elbow with his free hand pulling her towards him. Her heart rate quickened, and her breath halted, wondering what he was doing until she realized that he was moving them away from the bar so that more thirsty patrons could be served.

Stupid girl.

"Already trying to find me a rebound, huh" he chuckled. "You don't waste any time."

"Why not seize the moment" she decided, clinking her drink to his own and taking a sip.

"Mmm, long overdue" he agreed, wiping the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his black shirt. "Speaking of which-"

"There you are!" Clarke and Bellamy's heads both snapped up to find Cillian approaching them smiling, his arms reached out toward Clarke in invitation. "I thought I lost you."

"Sorry" she offered, lamely. Cillian was moderately attractive and a good dancer, but as much fun as Cillian had been, and she'd really been having a good time, she would much rather be with Bellamy. Especially when he was in a rare mood to have fun.

"It's okay" he said, ignoring Bellamy altogether. "I found you. You ready to get outta here?" His eyes gleamed mischievously, and his true intention was barely, if at all, veiled.

"I just got another drink, so it'll probably be a little while."

Cillian nodded. "Gotcha. Well, I've been really lonely out there dancing all by myself, wanna join me?"

Bellamy shuffled slightly beside her, taking another extra long gulp from his drink. Clarke smiled at Cillian. "Sure, I'll be out there in a minute."

Cillian winked at her and disappeared back onto the dance floor, most likely headed for the spot they had occupied previously. She turned her attention to Bellamy once more.

"What do you say, wanna dance?"

"I don't dance" he told her, shaking his head before clearing his throat. "So, you guys are leaving together soon?"

"He says he's an artist too" she shrugged, hesitating. "Says he wants to show me some of his sketches and...hang out" she finished vaguely.

"Fun" he repeated, understanding the implication.

"Is that so wrong" she asked.

"No, not at all." Bellamy didn't meet her gaze, and she wondered if she was imagining the awkwardness she suddenly sensed between them.

In a perfect world, leaving with Cillian wouldn't even be a thought, because she would be leaving with Bellamy. But it wasn't a perfect world, was it?

"It'd be a shame to leave too soon" he said then, distracting her. "The party's just getting started. Murphy isn't even here yet, you don't wanna miss that."

Clarke laughed, rolling her eyes. Who knew the kind of antics Murphy would ignite when he arrived. "Or maybe we should all run before that happens."

"Yeah, that's probably a better plan."

They laughed together and Clarke appreciated the deep, rumbling sound of it. She allowed her eyes to really roam over Bellamy for a moment, taking in his handsome face, his chiseled jaw and broad shoulders, the cute scar on his upper lip. Part of her hoped that she'd catch him looking at her the same way, wished that he would give her a reason not to trudge back onto that dance floor and get her flirt on with someone else, but if history was any indicator, he wouldn't. She shook her head to get a hold of her runaway thoughts and smiled at him.

"Well, I guess I'm gonna get back out there. Let me know if you see Murphy so I can make my escape."

"Will do."

"And Bellamy, have fun" she reminded him.

He nodded in agreement, and she hoped he meant it.

Bellamy watched Clarke weave her way through the crowd of people who were moving more sloppily as the night wore on. The drinks were free and plentiful it seemed. Yeah, Murphy showing up really might be an escapade all in it's own.

The thoughts of what his friend may or may not do, even under the supervision of Emori, still weren't enough to completely distract him though.

He'd missed his chance, again.

Kicking himself, Bellamy watched as she found her way back to Cillian's welcome embrace, spinning into him and catching his hands like they'd never stopped dancing in the first place. It made his stomach twist to think of his hands on her when they inevitably get outta here. They would be doing an entirely different kind of dancing then, Clarke had pretty much told him as much.

Why would she tell me that?

It was somewhat of an unspoken rule that the two of them didn't discuss their sex lives together, they never had. So why now?

Bellamy found himself moving around the dance floor, not quite dancing, but not standing like a bump on a log either. He made a concerted effort to blend into the crowd more this time and was even approached by an over enthusiastic and most likely drunk woman or two who wanted to dance. He denied them gently, moving further around the dance floor. He nodded along to the too-loud techno music and smiled amicably at strangers. It was nicer than just standing in the shadows. But he never strayed far enough away that he couldn't make out Clarke, twirling and swaying along happily.

She was so damn beautiful.

No sooner had the thought pushed itself to the front of his mind, did his eyes meet hers. He'd been openly watching her move, appreciating the sight of it thinking she wouldn't notice, but she did. She held his gaze, and it was hard to tell with the crazy lighting going on, but it seemed like her eyes darkened the slightest bit. He was sure his eyes hadn't deceived him when her movements started to shift from free and playful to something a bit more sultry.

Bellamy gulped, watching as her hips shifted. She swayed from side to side, bringing both hands up to gather up her hair, toying with it lazily while she moved. Cillian must have been having the time of his life, he sure as hell would've been. Clarke melted against the doctor's chest, closing her eyes and really working her hips. Her shoulders swayed languidly, drawing even more attention to the ultra low cut of her dress. She must have really been enjoying this song.

It felt like she was suddenly putting on a show, and despite the fact that she was dancing with Cillian, Bellamy couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't for him.

Powerless to do much else but watch, Bellamy resigned himself to do so, sipping his drink and wishing he was the one she was currently grinding against.

It was strange to openly think of Clarke this way, but it was also pretty damn freeing.

He wasn't sure how much time passed exactly, before Murphy finally made his way into the Hall, Emori draped on his arm in a pretty orange dress of her own.

"I love this moon" Murphy declare proudly, earning a triumphant roar from the crowd.

Clarke didn't miss the declaration either, and Bellamy wondered if she'd make good on her joke to leave upon Murphy's arrival. She was saying something into Cillian's ear suddenly. The man nodded, taking Clarke's now empty glass and heading towards the bar.

Crap, they're really leaving.

"Hey creeper" she joked, sidling up next to him. "I should have known leaving you on your own that you'd just end up doing the same thing" she scolded. "Have you forgetten how to have fun?"

"I don't know" he shrugged, "I'd say I was enjoying myself."

It was a loaded sentence, and he prayed she would take the bait, confirming his suspicions that her little dance routine hadn't been for Cillian at all.

Speak of the devil, Cillian appeared then, visible over Clarke's shoulder but out of hearing range. She must have felt his eyes on her, because she looked back and held up a finger to him, letting him know she was coming.

"Well we've partied enough for the night" she declared. "So we're gonna get out of here."

She hesitated the slightest bit, her blue eyes searching his for...something, he wasn't sure.

"Right. Be safe, have fun." He cringed at that last part.

"I will." Clarke paused for just a moment, then turned on the spot and started towards Cillian. Shockingly, she'd only gone about two steps before she turned back to him, finding his eyes with her piercing blue ones. "Unless you can think of a reason I shouldn't."

Her eyes bore into his, and this was the moment. It stunned him, causing the breath to catch in his throat. She was waiting for him to say something, anything, but words seemed to be escaping him in the moment. So much had transpired so fast in one night, his brain was having a hard time keeping up, especially with the pleading way Clarke was looking at him now.

"Right, okay. Goodnight Bellamy" she sighed, turning more deliberately to catch up to the doctor.

Shit.

Echo's earlier words you've delayed it long enough rang through Bellamy's mind and he shot forward, catching Clarke's elbow just as she was halfway gone.

"Wait!"

She paused mid-step, and Bellamy gently turned her around to face him. He could see the confused, impatient look on Cillian's face yards away. He would've loved to slap it right off his face if he weren't currently enraptured by the expectant blue eyes gazing up at him.

"Yes?"

"I thought of a reason" he said softly, hoping she could hear him over the roaring music. His heart pounded in his ears, but slowly, deliberately, he reached down and caught her hand in his, entwining their fingers together. He pulled their joined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of her palm and praying that she understood what he was trying to convey but couldn't quite find the words.

"What is it" she breathed, unwilling to let him off the hook so easy.

Deciding to just go for it, Bellamy watched her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation as he lowered his mouth to hers. Finding no sign of it, he closed the gap, meeting her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Her mouth met his eagerly, insistently. He brought his free hand up to cup her cheek, tilting her head back and deepening the kiss. She opened to him easily, curling her other hand into the fabric of his shirt.

When they broke the kiss Clarke's eyes stayed blissfully shut for a few extra seconds. He thrilled a bit at that, as well as the downright pissed expression he caught on Cillian's face beyond her shoulder. Thankfully, he seemed to get the picture, and stalked off toward the exit. Poor guy.

"That's a pretty good reason" she decided, grinning up at him.

"I thought so too" he agreed, playing with the ends of her hair. He allowed his fingertips to brush against her collarbone innocently as he did so, noting her sharp intake of breath. Emboldened, he added "is that enough reason, or do you need some more convincing?"

She had urged him to have fun tonight, after all.

"Oh, I'd say I could definitely use some convincing" Clarke's smile turned downright wicked, matching the way she grasped his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss.

Bellamy didn't think they'd ever make it to her room above the tavern.

Trying to walk and kiss at the same time had proved exceedingly difficult, and by the time they were outside the Tavern door Bellamy had resigned to just scooping her up into his arms. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and she lavished his jaw and neck with hungry kisses while he walked them inside.

It was dark and he was still unfamiliar with the layout, so it wasn't graceful by any means. He stumbled around, knocking over chairs and he was pretty sure he somehow knocked down a broom, the resulting cracking sound a sure a sign that he'd then stepped on it. Clarke laughed against his cheek and he couldn't care about anything else.

"This is taking too long" she laughed, sliding down his front when they reached the stairs. "Follow me."

Bellamy didn't need to be told twice. He scurried along behind her, letting her lead the way. In spite of how much he missed the friction of her body against his, it did make for a much quicker path to the bedroom and he could've just kissed her when she finally opened the door and led him in.

So he did.

Bellamy spun Clarke around, backing her body against the door, effectively shutting it. His lips found hers in a hungry kiss and she matched his insistence with fervor.

She shoved the jacket off his shoulders and clung to his forearms, exploring the muscles there with her fingertips before trailing them around to the expanse of his back. Seemingly unhappy with the fabric hindering her explorations, she grasped at the hem of his t-shirt and pulled up, effectively communicating that it was time to come off. Bellamy chuckled, heeding her silent wish and discarding the offending article.

"Eager, are we?"

"We've wasted enough time" she huffed, and Bellamy couldn't agree more.

Clarke spun around so that Bellamy could unzip her dress, he didn't waste any time doing so. He did, however, take his time peeling it down her shoulders, letting the fabric slide down her frame and pool at the ground. He licked his lips at the silky, smooth skin now readily available to him and leaned down to pepper kisses from the base of her neck across her shoulders.

She hummed in delight, reaching behind herself to unfasten her bra, and Bellamy's eyes widened at the prospect of the sight awaiting him when she turned around. Eager himself, he grasped her waist and spun her around, eyes already glued to her breasts.

"So damn beautiful" he said, not for the first time tonight, cupping one in his hands and tweaking the nipple with his fingers.

"Oh" she moaned, real music to his ears after a night full of techno noise. He silently made it his goal to pull those kinds of sounds from her the rest of the night.

Realizing that Clarke Griffin was standing before him in nothing but underwear, Bellamy realized it was time to get this show on the road. He leaned down, gripping her behind and lifted her again, wrapping her legs around him. He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. He followed her, his hips cradled between her legs but supported his wait on his forearms, resting on either side of her.

"These need to go" she commanded, already reaching for the button of his pants.

"Your wish is my command, Princess" he smirked. Sitting back onto his knees and kicking the pants off himself turned out to be the quickest method or ridding them. Clarke shimmied out of her underwear while he did, so that when he looked again his jaw dropped at the sight of her completely naked and wanting beneath him.

Wanting, might have been an understatement. He could see how ready she was, the wetness glistening in the faint moonlight from the window. It was astounding to realize that he had this affect on her. It was, of course, the same for him. A glance down at himself showed he was hard as a rock, throbbing with want and leaking from the tip.

He realized then that she was staring at him as well, her own eyes almost black with desire, most likely matching his.

"Bellamy" she whined, and he knew exactly what she wanted.

He shifted her legs up a little higher, and used one finger to test the waters. He fought back his own moan at the feel of her, so wet and so soft. He took a few minutes to explore her with his fingers, committing each sigh and moan she made to memory, before removing his hand from her folds to grasp himself. He lined up with her entrance, and looked up to catch her eye, once more checking that this was okay.

Clarke nodded, rolling her hips up toward his, a clear answer. He braced himself on one forearm, and used his other hand to guide himself into her.

He paused once inside, feeling her body tense around him. She clutched at his biceps, fingernails digging into the skin and it was a pleasurable pain juxtaposed with the glorious feeling of being inside her.

"Is this okay" he asked.

"Yes, God yes, keep going" she urged, and he could feel her relaxing a bit, so he did.

Bellamy thrust into her slowly at first. Long, deep thrusts that had him seeing stars and made Clarke gasp. As they found their rhythm she started to meet his thrusts with her own, lifting her hips when he pushed forward. He shifted just a bit and seemed to find an even better angle, if the way her head flew back into the pillow was any indicator. Her eyes snapped open, her breath turned into almost pants and it was a fucking incredible sight to behold.

"Oh my God, Bellamy! Just like that" she cried and he jumped at the command, never one to disappoint her.

He drove into her, making sure to keep that same angle so he hit the same spot each time and loved the way she seemed to be falling apart and an even quicker rate. He knew he wasn't far from coming undone himself, so he pushed harder, deeper and clenched his jaw fighting against his own release to help her find hers. He didn't have to wait long. Clarke's hands abandoned his arms, thrashing about and clutching for purchase at the sheets. Her loud call of his name was hand's down the best sound he'd ever heard and the feel of her clenching and unclenching around him rapidly was more than enough to set off his own climax. He pulled out quickly and came hard all over her stomach. He was a little embarrassed by just how much of it there was, and at the bemused expression on her face looking down at her soiled belly.

"Sorry, I'll get something for that" he murmured, rising to get tissue from the bathroom down the hall as naked as the day he was born. Thankfully, no one was home. He returned with a handful of tissue hurriedly.

"It's okay" she told him, unbothered when he wiped the mess from her skin. "Just the sign of a job well done."

He met her smirk and felt an easy one slide onto his face as well. "I'd say very well done. I'm glad I listened to you, tonight was fun."

"We waited entirely to long to do this" she agreed, shaking her head. "What were we thinking?"

"I don't know." Bellamy hesitated, unsure how to broach what he was thinking. "Is this something you wanna...continue doing?"

Clarke's eyes turned soft and she sat up, cupping his cheek. "Now that we have, I can't imagine not" she said honestly. Then, insecurity flashed across her face. "Unless you don't think it's a good idea..."

"No, no I do" he rushed to clarify. "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page." She nodded. "Because, this wasn't just fun for me, Clarke" he told her. "I care about you, a lot."

"I care about you too, Bellamy."

"No, I mean," he took a deep breath, deciding he might as well lay it all out on the table. "I-"

"Stop" she said, effectively cutting him off. Dumbfounded and a little hurt, Bellamy looked up at her questioningly. "I know, Bellamy" she said, "me too."

Desperately confused, Bellamy just continued to stare at her, slack-jawed.

"I know what you're gonna say, and it's not that I don't think it's true or that I don't feel the same, because I do." She sighed, took a deep breath then peered into his eyes for the umpteenth time tonight. "I don't want the first time you tell me you love me to be literally hours after a break up, a few drinks and some hot sex."

He considered her words and thoughtful expression, then nodded in agreement. "Okay" he said.

"Okay."

Clarke lay down on her side, beckoning him to lie with her. Obliging her, he curled around her and draped his arm around her bare middle. She pulled the thin covers over the two of them and sighed contentedly as he held her close.

"But you know" he asked.

"I know" she assured him softly, giving his hand a soft squeeze. "Me too."

Bellamy nodded, satiated once more and settled behind her. There were a few moments of blissful silence before he disrupted it again.

"I bet Cillian is so pissed right now."

"Bellamy, don't be an ass" she chided, but he could hear her smile through the words.

They fell asleep easily and effortlessly, and in the morning, Clarke woke to the gentle feeling of Bellamy stroking hair, whispering I love you against her ear.

"I love you too."

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