Our Winter Song

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He smiled when she pointed out that she never claimed to be innocent. He knew the first time they were physical that she had experience . . . but he also new from what she had told him that she wasn't one to engage in frivilous sex. That she had built relationships with those she slept with. Where as for him, building a relationship with someone and then becoming physical was entirely new. And it was not something he would do with just anyone. He smirked at her question, speaking of his first time seducing her. "Why don't you remind me," he suggested, clear flirtatious teasing in his voice. He just wanted to hear it from her lips.

Clarke then commented on if they kept this up, not needing to move into the Ark, her next question causing Bellamy to look at her with a playful expression of disbelief. "Really?" He ased rhetorically. "Do I have enough stamina" He hoped her own question was rhetorical. "Why don't I show you just how much stamina I have," he stated. He then reached over for the necessary protection for their actions. With that, his hand moved under the covers between them, slipping it on and then guided him to her center as he pushed his hips forward and entered her core. The gesture caused him to heavily exhale in the intense pleasure of being inside of her; feeling whole whenever their bodies were connected. He waited a few moments, allowing her to adjust the size and feel, basking in how it never failed in feeling so wonderful. Soon enough, he pushed forward again, emitting another heavy breath. His lips touched hers for a few oments before they went to her ear where he spoke in it. "Feeling warm yet?" He teased as he thrust once again.

[Clarke Griffin]

“I don’t think you do.” Clarke teased. She knew he had. She found herself on her back – or in various other positions – often enough to know this man had stamina like hell, but she couldn’t help but tease him. Sometimes she wished for it to be less so, to be drawn out longer, to have them take more time, but this time was a luxury they rarely had, so she had to sneak it in whenever she could. Tonight was no such night. With her legs falling open to welcome him, she found herself gasping as he pushed inside her again. She loved the stretch, the fullness of it and the way this quick way between them sent sensations through her that were almost bordering on pain, but a good kind of pain.

Clarke had found out she was exceptionally vocal with him. Things were different with Wells and Finn, they never pushed her buttons like Bellamy had. They never made her gasp and certainly never gave her an orgasm. That was Bellamy. Clarke had actually been surprised to feel it for the first time, though it might have woken up everyone in the tents around them. They were just lucky none of their friends lived anywhere around them, otherwise they might have known about their relationship by now, just by how vocal Clarke initially was. She learned to suppress it by now, but she couldn’t help it, she had to gasp or moan whenever he thrust inside her heat. 

“Shut up and fuck me!”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Oh she was most certainly teasing. He would have even encouraged it had he not been thoroughly distracted by her right now, and the wonderful feeling of being inside of her. Though he couldn't resist a remark at her latter spoken words. A smirk formed on his face as he looked at her. "You forgot to say please," he teased. But it hardly stopped or slowed his actions. Instead, he continued to push his hips forward, moving in slow, drawn out motions. His hand moved along her upper thigh, moving her waist along with him though she was able to meet each thrust.

His lips went back to hers, kissing her with fervent desire, his breathing becoming slightly more strained as quiet, breathy grunts released themselves, doing what he could to stifle them. He was well aware that they couldn't be too loud, but it was easy to forget that in the height of passion. He resorted to resting his lips against her neck, caressing her skin with his mouth as his actions began to slightly quicken, building the pace and steady rhythm for them. Being with her was unlike being with any other woman. Reaching that peak of euphoria was so incredibly powerful with her and he knew it was because of the feelings that he'd developed for her. It seemed to be the key ingredient to having perfect relations of this manner with someone and it made him desire her so much . . . wishing that time and circumstances granted them more opportunities to just be together.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Ass” she moaned against him. Absolute ass! Not that he minded being called that. He knew she would do so. Over the time it had almost become a term on endearment to them, she used it almost exclusively to refer to him these days, though usually not in situations like this, where he moved painfully slow inside her. This man knew how to drive her wild, by giving her just what she wanted, but withholding just this little last piece to make her cry out. As they kissed, she moved her hands to his ass, digging her nails into the hard flesh there, feeling the muscles move with every single one of his thrusts.

When he moved to kiss her neck an idea entered her mind, which immediately made her smirk. She wasn’t sure how he’d react, but damn it, she would find out. Of course Clarke would take his queue if he liked it or not, but she wouldn’t find out if she didn’t try. Slowly she moved her hand a bit further down, slipping a finger between his cheeks to tease him there. Before pushing her finger into him, she waited for an reaction, hoping he even understood it. Usually he was all manly about things, especially about sex, she wasn't sure if this was something he'd like.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He was quite amused by her response and would have made it known through a smirk or chuckle had be not been completely distracted by her, and everything she was making him feel. The way her nails dug into his behind, only caused him to push harder into her. That slight pain always enhanced the pleasure, though he did not often do the same with women unless he was certain they were alright with it. With that said, he quite enjoyed feeling it from them. It gave him a sense of pride, knowing that he was causing them to react involuntarily, just as he derived pride from hearing their sounds of pleasure during these intimate acts. The first time he and Clarke had sex . . . was like sweet music to his ears.

He continued to keep to a steady pace, not giving in too quickly nor moving slow enough for the building feelings to ebb away. He felt her finger start to slip between him, and before he knew it, he felt her finger push in. The action caused him to sharply inhale at the sudden feeling of being penetrated by her finger in this place. It was unfamiliar from her . . . but damn. Knowing it was her own doing, her perfect slender finger, made it feel sensational. He breathily cursed against her neck in a deep and slightly hoarse voice, his thrusts stopping for a moment as he found himself having to adjust to the feeling of her finger inside of him.

He lightly teased the skin of her neck between his teeth for a moment, as if using it to stifle his sounds of enjoyment. He raised his head up to look at her through heavily lidded eyes, trying to regain his momentum. He deeply kissed her for a moment, his lips dragging away from hers and moving lower. He slightly raised the lower half of her body, shifting her a bit as he began to push inside of her again. It was as if the sensation of her being inside of him now gave him an even stronger burst of need and hunger. A fervent desire that was burning through him. His lips trailed lower on her body, kissing along her breast before capturing it in his mouth, suckling it hungrily, letting out a moan of enjoyment while doing so.

[Clarke Griffin]

With satisfaction she felt him still for a moment. It was clear to her that he was adjusting to her finger inside him, but not a single sound of protest came from him. Had he made protest known, she would have pulled her finger out of him again and apologized over and over again for her experiment. Now, though, she knew that the sensation of being penetrated by her finger while he was penetrating her was not the worst feeling for him. Far from it, if the renewed power in his thrusts was anything at all to go by. And usually it was something to go by. Sometimes Bellamy Blake was just an overexcited puppy, even in bed.

“I hate you:” She gasped against him as he started to kiss along her body and to suck on her breasts. He knew that it did not mean what she said, but the damn opposite of it. Yet in the heat of the moment, words like those were usual, especially when she was slowly feeling her body getting closer and closer to the ecstasy of an orgasm that she so far only had with him. Despite how she felt like she could no longer see given how overwhelmed all her senses seemed to be, she tried to move her finger in and out of her lover, while her moans grew increasingly loud at the change of pace, power and angle. “Damn you.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Hearing her state that she hated him would have made him smirk had he not been occupying his mouth on her body. He of course knew what she meant by it. In fact, it was a good thing under such circumstances and the temptation to respond was increasing. He deeply moaned, feeling her finger move in and out of him, the unfamiliar sensation between them causing his own climax to approach quicker than usual. But he didn't want it to be one sided. He wanted to make sure she was well satisfied too; that he wouldn't be the only one experiencing that euphoric peak.

Judging from her sounds however, and her words, she was getting closer. He unlatched his lips from her breast and aligned his head over hers once more. He took one of her hands in his own, pressing it against the bed, over her head. She had power over him with one hand, and he was relinquishing her power with the other. He kissed her for a moment, his thrusts becoming accelerated, and deeper. His lips went to her ear. He had to force his mind to function enough to form words though . . . her expert finger moving in and out of him was only causing his already breathy grunts to be mixed with his own deep moans of pleasure.

When he finally found his voice, he spoke directly in her ear, his lips pressed against it. "Tell me how much," he breathed, lightly nipping her earlobe. Tell him how much she hated him. Whether it was in the form of coherent words or just with the sounds she made. God, he loved hearing her sounds of enjoyment. He loved making her lose control, as she made him do the same in the height of passion. The two of them always had to be so controlled, so composed, so guarded. In bed, he didn't want any of that. He wanted to unleash their passion and just allow themselves to be mindless with pleasure.

[Clarke Griffin]

It was new for them to add to their pleasure in this way, but not unwelcome. Whatever it took to make their nocturnal activities more successful, she’d be more than happy to perform, especially something as simple as this, where she just moved a single finger in and out of his ass, in time with his thrusts into her. It wasn’t lost to her how he was losing a bit of control and Clarke only welcomed it. Control? What was that even in bed? She was a control freak and knew he’d let her take control if she needed it, but so far she was more than happy to let him have all control, which was why he made no protest as he pinned her hand to the bed, immobilizing her as well as he could, while she put her other hand to good use. 

“Fuck you.” Clarke panted against him. Her body felt like it was on fire again, thanks to him. So much for being cold with the snow. There was nothing left of the coldness, she was on fire and an explosion was building up in her body. Just before she tumbled over he peak, she managed to bury her head against his neck, biting into his shoulder this time to stifle a scream that was coming on once her body gave in to the pleasure, leaving her a breathless and shaking mess underneath him. “Fuck you.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Each cursing phrase that fell from her lips made him interally smirk, knowing that it was different to form his expression to convey this due to their current activities. He could feel her getting closer, as he felt himself signal the same as he began to throb inside of her. His grip on her hand tightened, his body pushing faster and harder against her, nestling his head in the crook of her neck. With one final thrust, a muffled sound of intense pleasure came out against her neck, feeling her bite into his shoulder when she reached her own peak of euphoria. The pleasure certainly out weighed any pain from it.

Bellamy's shoulders relaxed above her as he slowly released his hold on her hand. His chest heaved as he attempted to catch his breath, their vigorous activities causing him to pant against her skin. His own body was filled with the euphoric aftermath of their coupling, basking in the sensations that she never failed to provide him with. He could make love to her a thousand times and he was certain it would still feel this intense every single time.

Because he loved her. And he knew that he would never stop feeling that way about her. He stayed inside of her, not yet wanting to withdraw from her warmth. Unsure of how much time passed to allow them to just regain their senses, he titled his head upwards to rest against her ear. Still a bit short of breath, he did manage to get a sentence out between each attempt to catch it. "Still feeling cold?" he teased. Because he sure as hell wasn't feeling cold anymore. Quite the opposite in fact.

[Clarke Griffin]

With a last gasp, Clarke lay back against the pillow, welcoming his weight on her. Clarke wrapped both her arms around him, holding him protectively, almost possessively against her. And hell, she was possessive when it came to him. A few girls had tried to flirt with him, even seduce him since the day the two of them got together. Clarke trusted him to refuse them, with right, because he always did without fail. That didn’t mean she couldn’t give them a bit of hell later, making them trip or whatever other small punishment came to her mind for trying to seduce Bellamy. He was her man, despite nobody knowing. And said man currently lay against her, remained inside her, as she held him through the small aftershocks of their orgasm and the blissful boneless feeling that followed. 

Clarke didn’t react to his question as her mind raced again – always overthinking things sometimes. She didn’t want to lose this, the intimacy of just laying in bed in his arms or the sex or the aftermath of it. People might not know how deep their connection was these days, but she knew. And she also knew that the snow might force them to live inside the station for a while, where they could lose the intimacy. It was still an idea she did not like at all, but an idea formed in her mind. “We should get married, Bellamy. Just you, me and whoever officiates it. We should get married.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy froze when he suddenly heard her speak of getting married. He hadn't been expecting that one . . . though he supposed that it shouldn't come as a tremendous surprise. They loved each other. They were committed to each other. They just . . . weren't married. Truth be told, Bellamy hadn't imagined what a married life would be like. But then again, he had never been in love before Clarke. He slowly raised his head up a bit to look at her, not moving from his current position, nor doing anything to pull out of the way her arms were held around him.

"Where did that come from?" He asked gently, ensuring his tone did not hold any rejection to the idea of the getting married. He was simply . . . not expecting it to be a topic of conversation right now. Had she been thinking about marriage for a bit, or was it just a spur of the moment suggestion? It didn't sound like the latter, that was for sure. "Are you ready for other people to know?" He added on as a further inquiry. She had said just them and whoever officiates it, but did she want other people to know that they were together and married? Was that where this was going? He wasn't protesting he was merely . . . trying to understand what train of thought had led to her statement . . . apart from the obvious physical intimacy and mutual love they had for each other.

[Clarke Griffin]

“My mouth?” She questioned almost innocently. Fine it really was the place where no one expected anyone to kind of propose, but it just made sense, beside her panicking a little. She was far from people knowing it, but if they would find out, would it not be more reassuring for them to know they were married instead of just, well fooling around? That was only part of her thought process. She wanted more, she wanted to be able to justify being by his side, without a doubt, without anyone being able to bring up a reason why they shouldn’t be.

“For Octavia and my mother maybe. But… not really, no. Not yet.” It was too good like that, no eyes judging them, scrutinizing their every move? She didn’t want that. She wanted this, their intimacy and love, only this. But eventually people would know. Clarke had to explain though, she knew it. “I just think… with winter being here and us maybe having to move into the station soon… they could separate us and I don’t want that. I want to be with you, Bellamy. For good, if you’ll have me. Besides, I get jealous.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She gave quite a literal answer to his first question, causing him to smirk before she elaborated on his next question. He would definitely have to tell Octavia is they were actually going to do this. But she elaborated, saying that she wanted to be with him and not separated should circumstances cause them to be put in different shelters. He wanted the same thing; to remain with her. These moments were the only ones of privacy they had since their attention was demanded almost every minute of the day.

But when others lay down for the night . . . that was when he and Clarke could just be together. They could lower their guards and not worry about what others had to say. It was her last remark about being jealous that caused the smirk to reappear on his features. "Really now?" He said, his voice filled with a teasing tone. "And what exactly is it that you get jealous of?"

He couldn't resist. He had never been in a committed relationship before and the thought of making someone . . . mainly Clarke, jealous was rather amusing. "You know that you don't have anything to worry about, right? Cause you're the only one I want to be with." Though he couldn't resist teasing her for jealousy . . . she really was incomparable to anyone else. Everything about her was desirable, and Bellamy and developed a bond with her, a relationship with her, that was strong and genuine. There was absolutely no one else that he would ever want, other than her.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke gently punched his shoulder again, actually slightly amused by this. What was bad about her being slightly jealous? He was hers, she trusted him, but hell she did not like those girls throwing themselves at him. She liked how oblivious he was to their advances sometimes. They were basically begging for his attention sometimes, but he just didn’t see it, shrugged them off as if they were nothing to him, which was kind of true most of the time. It was amusing for her to see sometimes. Some girls used to be able to get him to sleep with them, but that was long since in the past.

“Well, my boyfriend is pretty attractive and hot. A lot of girls can see that, too. And he’s strong and protective. He’s downright swoon-worthy. A lot of them would love to get into his pants. And they try to flirt or seduce him.” She smirked. “So yeah, I do get jealous.” Because they were a couple and she could not just walk up to him, kiss him and put her hands on his ass in a display of how possessive of him she felt in those moments. “I know, Bellamy. You’d never cheat on me. I know that. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to growl at those girls.” Especially after a night like this. If someone was to try and flirt with him today, she might want to rip their head of. To distract him a little, she began to nibble on his earlobe.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smiled with amusement when she playfully punched his shoulder, continuing to find the thought of her jealousy to be entertaining. Perhaps because he had not expected it. He didn't exactly stay with the same woman long enough to have such things develop . . . or if they did in the short time he was with someone, he wasn't aware of it. Nor did he care. But everything was different with Clarke. He genuinely had no interest in being with any other woman. Not a single one was comparable to her. He smirked as she described him in a rather flattering way.

"Swoon worthy," he repeated with a continue smile on his lips. "I do like the sound of that." Along with what all else she listed to describe him. He knew that with how he had been first arriving to Earth, well, he didn't exactly shun the company of women in his tent. But now . . . he only ever wanted one. She continued to tell him that she trusted him, but it didn't stop her from feeling the way she did or as she put it, growling at the girls. He closed his eyes, her attempt to distract him quite successful, as she teased his earlobe. Letting the sensation linger for a moment, he lowered his head, kissing her cheek before he responded. "Well then, it's a damn good thing that I'm with the sexiest . . . " His lips moved along her cheek to her neck. "Most beautiful." They moved lower to her collarbone.

"Most intelligent woman woman." She was so many other things, but that was all he was capable of articulating right now. He turned his head, nudging her own away from her current angle so that he could press his lips against hers in a deep kiss. He never could get enough of her. Nor did he ever want to reach that level where it was possible to have enough. He doubted he ever would.

Slowly, he pulled his lips from hers, gazing at her perfection. "Although, the thought of you being jealous and growling, sounds kinda hot," he admitted with a chuckle. Not that he would do anything to perpetuate that. He couldn't stop other woman from approaching him, but the only female he wanted attention from, was her. He supposed he could relate to that feeling though. Seeing any guy attempt to flirt with Clarke, would quite easily result in Bellamy knocking the son of a bitch out. He had wanted to do so numerous times with Finn.

He supposed Clarke had more restraint than Bellamy did when it came to controlling ones jealousy. Her earlier words were still processing in his mind, and he knew he had best answer them. Probably before that growing need for her again consumed him and prevented any conversation from happening. To help hinder his actions of needing to have her once more, he suddenly flipped their positions.

His hands on her waist allowed them to move with ease so that he was now on his back and she on top of him. He looked up at her, one hand remaining on her waist as it slowly skimmed along the skin of her perfectly formed behind, while his other hand went to the back of her head, his fingers running through her golden locks. "So you wanna get married?" He both asked and acknowledged, looking at her with soft intent. "Aren't you supposed to get down on one knee?" He added on teasingly.