It had already been a month since the 100 had landed on Earth. A lot had happened in that short time span; Clarke Griffin had a lot on her mind, between the discovery of the Grounders and the loss of her best friend.
And as if things couldn’t get any worse, the boy she had fallen in love with had just been struck by a poisoned blade.
That night, a huge storm had hit the camp, and Clarke had to work alone (with the help of her mother via radio) to make sure Flinn survived.
After she helped torturing the Grounder that poisoned Finn, Clarke got her hands on the antidote, and successfully took out the blade. After that Clarke told Raven, the boy’s actual girlfriend, to take care of him.
She needed to take a break after all that had happened.
She went at the threshold of the ship’s entrance, but saw that the storm was still going strong… She looked around her shoulder and glimpsed a view of Raven kissing Finn on the forehead.
“I need to get out of here…” Clarke thought, exhausted.
She stepped in the pouring rain and walked away.
At that moment, Bellamy Blake, who had been in the upper level of the ship during the entire Finn ordeal, dealing violently with the grounder they had captured, came down the ladder. He saw Clarke going away.
“Where the hell is she going?” he wondered.
He decided to follow her, actually a little worried about her going out in such weather.
At first Bellamy watched Clarke drink some of Monty and Jasper’s moonshine. After gulping down around three glasses of booze, Clarke started striding off towards the edge of the forest nearing camp; she was clearly not walking straight. Bellamy sighed, scratched the back of his head, pondering if he should go with her or not. Then he shook his head and headed the same way.
“This is annoying…” he muttered under his breath.
Clarke walked a few minutes, staggering a little, with no real goal in mind, just… going with the wind (which was still very strong). She ended up near a solitary tree, which weirdly reminded her of herself. Getting up to it, she just stood there in the pouring rain, resting herself on the trunk of the tree and lifting up her face to feel the rain drops on her face. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily.
“What am I supposed to do now…?”
Bellamy kept his distance for a few minutes, letting Clarke enjoy her time alone for once. The vision of her like this actually made his heart ache a little for her. After a moment, he decided to go closer and called out to her.
She opened her eyes slowly, they were a little blurry as the effect of the moonshine was at its strongest now.
“Are you okay…?” Bellamy asked.
Clarke frowned. “What do you think?”
“I- I guess not… Do… Do you want to talk about it?” Bellamy insisted, now scratching the back of his neck.
“What…?” Clarke didn’t believe what she heard.
Out of all the people in this camp, it was Bellamy who came to her… What a joke! She thought.
“Just… leave me alone, okay!”
“Clarke… The storm isn't over yet, it’s dangerous to be out here!” Bellamy worried. “Come back to camp with me at least.”
Clarke gritted her teeth. “I don’t care! Just go AWAY!”
She took two angry steps forwards, pushing Bellamy with her two hands. Hard enough to make him stumble back.
“Why do you even care?! Wouldn’t you be happy if I disappeared right now?! You could have command of the camp all to yourself!” Clarke blurted out.
“What?” Bellamy’s eyes widened in surprise. “No, Clarke… I- That’s in the past now!”
“Liar!” Clarke yelled. “I know you hate me too! You’re always…”
Tears started dripping down her cheeks, mingling with the rain.
“Aah!” she screamed.
With no warning, Clarke raised her fist and started hitting Bellamy in the chest. Then another punch. She was unleashing her frustration.
“Cl- Clarke!” Bellamy exclaimed, “calm down, please!”
Trying to restrain her, he managed to catch her wrists and resisted her angry outburst as best as he could.
“Everyone lies to me!” Clarke cried. “What did I do to deserve that!”
She was still trying to hit Bellamy, wriggle violently under his firm grasp.
At some point, seeing that Clarke was very drunk, and clearly unwilling to listen to him, he had no choice but to push her to the ground, thinking it would calm her down. She managed to land on her hands and knees.
Still fuelled by some unknown anguish, Clarke lifted herself up, intending to resume her beating on Bellamy.
But before she could turn to do so, Bellamy caught her from behind, encircling his arms around her torso, gripped on her arms to keep her in place.
She was still wriggling under him, trying to disengage the embrace.
“Let me go!” Clarke yelled.
Bellamy tightened his grip, lowering his face near her ear.
“Shh… It’s going to be okay…” he murmured, rocking her a little.
“No, don’t… do that…” Clarke pleaded.
She was still intoxicated with the moonshine, and had her senses enhanced. Bellamy started rocking her in his arms, softly hushing her.
“Don’t be nice now… You’re not being fair…” Clarke blabbered.
She seemed to calm down in Bellamy’s arms, leaning her head backwards against his shoulder, her arms finally staying still.
Bellamy could feel the heat of her body against torso. Looking down, he saw her chest raising rapidly as Clarke’s breath remained uneven. And, for some reason, his stare locked on her cleavage. He had already noticed her voluptuous curves before, but seeing from this close up point of view, it was… unnerving.
“Um… Clarke, I think we should go back now…” he said softly, breathing in her ear.
“Mmm…” Clarke moaned.
Eyes unfocused, she turned her face towards Bellamy’s. He gulped. Having her pretty face so close wasn’t good for his... heart.
They stayed like this, face to face, for a few minutes, feeling each other warm breath on their face.
At some point, almost unconsciously, Bellamy’s hands, releasing Clarke’s wrists, slowly moved up to her chest, brushing against the drenched fabric of her shirt. Clarke gasped, widening her eyes a little. But she didn’t push him away…
Bellamy’s hand paused a few seconds in mid-air; then he gently pressed the back of his hands over her ample breasts, and he waited for her reaction.
Clarke flinched at the sensation.
“Ah!” she moaned, flipping her head backwards on his shoulder.
Bellamy seriously didn’t expect such a reaction. He stared at Clarke for a few seconds, then attempted massaging one of the boobs a little; and Clarke seemed to quite enjoy that as well.
He then allowed himself to slip his other hand under Clarke’s shirt, caressing her soft skin with the tip of his fingers. Reaching her naked breast, he first attemptively touched her nipple.
Clarke’s reaction was so honest he couldn’t resist pinching the nipple between his fingers, slipping his other hand under the shirt as well.
“B- Bellamy…” Clarke breathed, looking at him with steamy eyes.
Clarke, even under the moonshine influence, could feel that Bellamy was also getting aroused, as a hard bulge seemed to be pressing against her lower back…
Keeping her eyes on Bellamy’s face, Clarke grabbed one of his hand and guided it at the belt of her trousers. Bellamy understood the intent; he hesitantly unzipped Clarke’s pants, still waiting for the moment she would wake up from her trance.
It was Clarke herself who lowered her trousers around her thighs, clearly getting impatient.
Lifting up her lips to Bellamy’s ear, she whispered:
“Fuck me… Now.”
Bellamy’s eyes widened.
“I- I’m not sure it’s a good idea, Clarke…”
But while saying that, Bellamy couldn’t shake off his growing desire for the blonde girl in his arms… He groaned when the latter began to grind her bare buttocks against his hardness.
After debating with himself, Bellamy swiftly undid the front of his trousers and took out his manhood. It brushed Clarke’s sensitive skin, which made her shudder in reaction; and her hips instinctively moved towards the erected member.
“W-wait, Clarke! Let’s maybe think about, ugh…!”
Bellamy hadn’t had the time to finish his sentence that Clarke had already directed his hard cock inside her.
He was only a few inches in, and yet the tightness was already dizzying.
Bellamy bit his lower lip, as well as his apprehension, and placed both his hands on either side of Clarke’s hips. Then, with one thrust, he pushed his dick as deep as he could. Clarke almost collapsed to the ground as a wave of ecstasy invaded her lower body. Bellamy held her close to his chest, lifted her a bit, and moved closer to the tree next to them.
In reality, the rain combined with her angry fit had woken Clarke from her haze; a state she wasn’t willing to reveal to the man inside her. She would regret this later on, and Bellamy would probably hate her more on the morrow; but right now, Clarke didn’t care about that. All she wanted was to let go, however the means.
So she placed her hands on the tree trunk for support and let a cry out when the young man plunged harder into her. The girl squeezed her eyes shut and let the sensations take over, her body rocking back and forth with the hastened pace of the thrusts.
As he moved in and out of Clarke, Bellamy gently lifted her shirt and caressed her breasts. The gesture made the girl’s knees give out under her, and they both ended up kneeling on the soil beneath their feet.
Bellamy took a short pause, recovering his breath, when Clarke’s voice erupted in front of him.
“Don’t stop…” she pleaded, looking back at him with foggy eyes.
She was on all four right before the young man, who had to admit she was hard to resist… Bellamy steadied himself on his knees and resumed their intercourse. Slowly at first, he wanted her to feel his whole length; then the young man quickened his thrusts.
Their pleasure became overwhelming, and Clarke couldn’t keep her voice down. Her moans echoed in the small clearing, and Bellamy feared the others could hear them. But he kept going, harder, faster, until he felt his climax rise.
Bellamy’s hands clasped onto Clarke’s flesh as he released his seed in one deep last thrust. He could feel her insides twitch and tighten around him as the orgasm sparkled in her belly.
Bellamy pressed a hand on the tree and slumped over Clarke; he was out of breath. He looked down at the girl, who was still twitching from the sexual bliss, and withdrew his manhood out of her.
“Are you… okay?” he asked, worrying about her silence.
“I’m fine…” she replied in a small, almost inaudible voice.
With a hand gesture, Clarke shoved Bellamy off to the side and rapidly got on her feet. Ignoring the thick fluid trickling down her thighs, she lifted her pants back around her waist and tried to clean up her dirtied clothes.
The young woman turned her head to the side, and glanced at Bellamy.
“Let’s… forget about this okay? It never happened.” she said.
Clarke started walking back towards the camp, then halted her strides.
“And I’m sorry…” she mumbled under her breath, before resuming her steps.
Bellamy stared at her back as she walked away, dumbfounded. He sat on the soil under the tree and sighed.
“As you wish, princess…” he said with a head shake.
The young man lifted his head and suddenly noticed that the storm had subsided, and only a slight wind remained. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
Never had he imagined he would have sex with Clarke out of all people… and have one of the most amazing time of his life.
“I must be going crazy…” he muttered with a frown.
I stood up and followed the blonde girl back to camp.
Both of them continued their activities as if nothing happened. They went back to their continuous bicker, and, to their relief, nobody seemed to notice that something had occurred between them.