Too Much Fun

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke moaned openly as he kissed her neck. But she didn’t even have any blood there. He was… just weird. But so good. This was the best party she had ever been to. What was he even doing? Clarke couldn’t focus on anything but him. Him… did he have wings? No. He couldn’t have. Wings did not work on people. But was he human? Maybe he was an angel and since they were in private. Clarke felt her knees go weak as he kept kissing her, even her stomach. Her hands went to his head, not knowing how to even keep herself upright for long now. 

“Yes.” Since he took care of her pants, maybe she should take care of the rest. The bra was full of blood as well, so she unclipped it and pulled it off. To her amusement her breast weren’t bloodstained. The bra had taken care of that. She giggled at the thought of this weird stripe being over her. Chest, a clean stripe, while everything else was covered in blood. “How can you be okay with this? I’m covered in blood, except for here and you don’t mind.” At the word ‘here’ she pointed most obviously against her breasts.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He could feel her hands on his head, taking that as encouragement for what they were doing. Despite the unfamiliarity of this room, it seemed it worked out in their favor for it granted them privacy and prevented other people from pulling them off each other. Like Jaha. And whoever else were trying to separate the king and the queen. Because that's exactly who they were! She was asking him a question and he wasn't sure he even understood what she was saying, far too distracted by her right now. He looked up at her, immediately noticing that she was completely void of any clothing on her upper body and now her lower one as he had worked to remove the remainder of her pants, lifting each of her legs to step out of it. He stood upright once more, his eyes looking over her, dazed and delerious.

"You still look pretty damn good." Which was an understatement but it was all he had right now. He lifted his own shirt off and tossed it to the side, before finally kissing her with heated and fervent desire. His hands went to her sides, slightly lifting her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist, and they could be at the same eye level. He then proceeded to the nearest wall, pressing her against it with his body as his lips moved against hers. "The wall is cold," he stated randomly, thinking back to when he touched the door and found it also cold. "Is it too cold for you?" He further asked, heavily breathing against her lips. "I can take us soaring again. I can make us fly." He had no idea the incoherent words falling from his lips, nor did he care. Not when he had his unclad body pressed against hers. Not when they were in their current position. "But first, I'll wash away the blood, once and for all," he continued, as he took her hand in his and lifted it to his mouth, putting her index finger between his lips.

[Clarke Griffin]

She was still standing. Weren’t you supposed to lie somewhere? But it worked. He got her pants from her, leaving her in only her panties. Much better. It was so much better. The blood stained clothing was on the floor now, she no more felt drenched in Grounders blood. Grounder or not, it was blood and it was not nice. People were dead and she was painted in their blood. Yet he found her beautiful, desirable. Clarke, a faintly logical part, that seemed to overfire right now, wondered if it was the blood attracting him to her, this angel. Maybe it was some aphrodisiac for angels? Probably. Why else would he want her? Why else would he lift her, let her wrap her legs around his stone hard torso, so her legs where touching his wings. Clarkes head fell back against the wall with a soft thud. “No, not too cold. You’re making me warm.” Very warm actually. Too warm. Were they supposed to be so warm in comparison to the wall? Did they have a fever?

“We can’t fly here, we’re indoors.” Or were they? Why not? He probably knew better than her. A moan escaped her again as he sucked on her finger. How? How did he do that? Why did it feel so good? Clarke forgot all coherent words, except for one, one that made no sense to her then, but it seemed to be simply everything. “Bell… Bell!!”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He was making her warm. Good. He was glad to hear that. She was saying that they couldn't fly because they were inside and well, Bellamy rejected that logic. Hell, he was rejecting all logic right now. "Oh I'll make you fly," he said confidently, with a strong determination in his voice. "I'll make you soar," he added on, as his hand fell to the fastening of his pants. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. Not with how they were standing. Not with how she was saying his name which only thickened his arousal.

Once he freed himself of the confinements of his pants and under layer, he guided himself to her, dropping her hand as he moved his lips to hover over hers. "You became my queen today," he said with a smile. "And we had our first dance." She had previously questioned if that meant they were married, so he was playing along with that tease. "What else do people do on their wedding night?" He asked rhetorically, with that, he kissed her once again as he entered her, the sensation causing a muffled grunt to escape his lips as he deepened the kiss.

[Clarke Griffin]

“But how? There’s a roof!” There’s a roof, at any other day Clarke would have slapped herself for that one. Of course there was a bloody roof, but on top of that: People could not fly, at least not in that sense. They were just freaking high and had no awareness of that fact. She currently had no awareness of any fact right now, not of the fact that they should not be doing this, should not be close, that Finn was out there, that there were Grounders, that she was not covered in blood or that he simply had no wings. She was oblivious to it all as every blasting color made sense in her head – to her high mind. Hell even being married to him made sense to her drug muddled mind.

“Is this our wedding night?” she asked surprised. This was their wedding night and she had no idea of it. She was a bad wife, such – Clarkes eyes shot wide open in surprised, a gasp was muffled by his lips as he pushed into her. That was unexpected. In more than one way. He was nothing like Finn, nothing at all, he was more – her mind could not even come up with how many ways he was more. Her nails dug into his skin, as she tried to adjust to the sensory overload this brought. 


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was talking about there being a roof, and he wasn't seeing things quite like that. "Roof? What roof? I don't see a roof." He didn't feel like anything else existed right now, except for the two of them. "Aren't you soaring yet?" He asked, feeling like he was floating in the clouds right about now. The clouds, not the stars. It wans't as if they were getting floated -- it felt far too good for it to be that right now. She then asked if this was their wedding night and he grinned as she understood what he had meant.

"It is. So let's make the most of it," he told her. It was getting increasingly difficult to form words when he was inside her right now. He felt complete, whole. She felt amazing. The feeling of her nails digging into his back was sensational. He wanted her to keep doing it but was having trouble articulating that. After allowing her to adjust to the feel of him inside of her, he pushed into her again, and again, creating a steady rhythm between them. His hands rested on her waist, moving her hips along to meet each of his thrusts. His lips hovered over hers, his breaths becoming heavier with each push, pressing her harder against the wall. "God, you really are my queen, Queen," he said incoherently. His way of trying to say how amazing she felt.

[Clarke Griffin]

Words? What were words? What did they matter? They were overrated, so much. So many people had spoken, but half of them lied or more. No all of them lied. Words were lies. This was no lie. Bellamy didn’t lie. This was true. All of it was true. Them, them was right and true, despite her being unable to form words or thoughts. Clarke stared at him. Her finger nails kept scratching over his back, even as he started to move. The surprise melted away as she had adjusted to his sheer size, now she just had to submit to his skills. Oh god his skills. Had she thought Finn was good, she was a fool. Finn had nothing on this man, nothing at all. 

“And you… “ She gasped again, with every single thrust, mostly orchestrated by his pushes and his guidance of her hips, she gasped again and again, growing louder every time. Before long she knew she’d scream. But who cared? Who would ever care? And he might bring down the wall behind her with his power. “You are my King, Bellamy.” Scratching from his back towards his neck she finally settled her hands on his cheeks, staring into his eyes, his soul. “Forever.” Despite not being able to understand, what she did notice was the heat, was her stomach clenching, something building up inside her, that she couldn't even name. "What... what are you doing to me?"


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Oh how he liked hearing her say that; referring to him as her king. It sounded so very perfect. "Say it again," he urged her, wanting to hear it once more. The sounds she was making from their actions was already sweet music to his ears -- better than the music they had danced to outside. Her hands on his cheeks made him look intently at her as his actions continued, his thrusts moving deeper and quickening in pace.

She asked what he was doing to her, which signalled that she was perhaps getting close. Good. For he knew it wasn't going to be much longer for him. "Wait for it," he breathed admit each sound of strain as he pushed harder and harder, pounding her againt the wall, moving faster. He felt himelf throbbing inside of her, his breathing quickening as his lips hungrily sought out hers, nipping at her bottom lip. "Let go, Clarke," he told her, wanting her to experience the euphoric bliss as he did. For it only took a few more thrusts, and a final grunt of pleasure before he found his release inside of her.

[Clarke Griffin]

Let go? Of what? For just a second her mind caught up with his words, only to lose all coherent thought again at the sensations she was feeling. Clarke had no name for it, nor had she ever felt something like that before. She felt like she was ready to burst, ready to scream, with every push of his more. Despite feeling this new thing, what actually happened as she ‘let go’ came as a complete surprise to her, as she, who could explain all muscle reaction easily, lost control of all her limbs. Her muscles tensed up, Clarke screamed, shook with the force of euphoria she was experiencing. Once again her nails dug into his skin, her heels into the swell of his ass. After the scream, Clarke couldn’t move, could only feel the aftershocks, the feeling of being drained but oh so happy. Adding this to the rest, she felt like in a world of color, weightless, but safely anchored to him as she clung to him. “My king.” 

Slowly what she felt was the world, came into focus again. Clarke was still reluctant to move, reluctant to let him go. Once more her hands moved to his cheeks, as she stared into the depths of his eyes. He was beautiful and hers. Her king, tonight at their wedding night. Wait –why did that make sense? Should it make sense?

“Bellamy. Bellamy, my king. What…was that?”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Hearing her scream out in pleasure and her actions made his heart swell with pride. He had never seen -- or heard -- this side of her before and was quite enjoying the fact that he was the one who had brought it out in her. His beautiful queen. He wanted to tell her to keep holding on to him, to keep her grip on him in all the ways she currently was. She felt so damn good that Bellamy never wanted to move from this position.

"My queen," he answered before kissing her deeply again, pulling away right before she asked him what this was. "It was my taking you for a ride," he said with a cheeky grin. He did after all say that he was going to make her fly. Oh! Right, flying. "Weren't you flying?" He asked, his hand starting to trail over her chest area, still not having pulled out of her yet. She was too comfortable. "Didn't you feel like you were in the clouds?" He further asked, his tongue running over his lips as he lowered his gaze to take in his fill of her sensual and alluring body.

[Clarke Griffin]

This was an entirely new sensation in itself. Usually the men she had been with had pulled out as soon as the deed was done, he… kept them connected and for some reason it felt so damn good. They were still joined and she wouldn’t have it any other way. If she could, she’d keep it forever. As she spoke Clarke ran her hand through his hair, feeling how perfect and soft it was, like black silk through her fingers. Why had she not done this before? She should keep doing this, kiss him, touch him, she needed to keep doing this. It was her job now even. 

“I still am” she whispered to him, enjoying how he still touched her, how they still remained connected even now. Clarke tightened her legs around his hips a bit, not wanting him to move a damn bit. “With you and me together like that, Bellamy, I still am in the clouds. I want to stay here.” Forever. Why did grounders have to exist? Why did they not meet on the Ark, get this done earlier, be a unit when they came here? Why had they not done this earlier. “Your hair is so soft… and you… look so dreamy. Can I be yours forever?”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It felt so good, that sensation of her slender fingers running through his hair. He wanted her to do it all time. Every night. He wanted this, he wanted her. It was as if she was some sort of drug he was addicted to. As her legs tightened around them, it applied pressure to his already sensitive region and found that soon enough, that overwhelming desire for her was going to consume him all over again. "Me too," he told her, an unguarded expression of longing and slight softness as he looked at her. He smiled when she commented on his hair, saying he looed dreamy . . . asking to be his forever.

"That works out pretty well," he began to answer. He leaned forward, softly kissing her lips. It was as if he was in a constant state of a need to quench his thirst; a thirst for her. "Cause 'm already yours," he finished speaking against her lips. He wasn't one who gave himself to anyone in that sense but his guard was lowered, practically non existant. And he liked it like this. He liked just being with her. "I wanna stay here, for good. With you. In the coulds. Screw everything else." Jaha, those who tried to keep them apart . . . to tell with it. He just wanted to be here with her cause he felt so very happy. Even Octavia wasn't entering his mind right now. He moved his hand to her cheek, his lips falling to her collar bone as he kissed her upper chest. "You'll stay with me, right?" He asked between each touch of her skin, since she already said that she wanted to stay.

[Clarke Griffin]

“I will, Bellamy.” She would stay with him, here forever. People could live just on love, right? They would do that. They would just live like that, live on love and nothing else. Who cared for the world? He world was cruel. It hurt people, but he was perfect. He protected people, he protected her. He wanted her. And she him. She wanted people save as well. He was good. He was just too good. An angel.

“Can someone see us? Up here? Can they see us?” Maybe. Did it matter? No, but she was still curious about that. She… loved him, she wanted to show the world, but could they see up to the clouds. “Do you think we can touch the Ark? Fly up there, touch, see inside and just leave them behind again. They should stay there. They abandoned us. But I want to see it.” It had been their home. It… “Gonna be sick. “ She felt her stomach turn, without knowing why. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was asking him good questions that he did not know the answers to. Could they be seen? He had no idea! Could they touch the Ark? Who knows! "Maybe if we fly high up enough, we can," he suggested, seeming to think there was a logic in that. "Maybe if I take us for a ride again, that'll happen," he said suggestively. He could feel his aching desire for her start to build, and just when he was about to lean forward to kiss her, she spoke of how she was going to be sick.

Uh oh. Even in Bellamy's high mind, he knew that was not a good thing. "You get motion sickness, don't you?" He said, since they were flying and riding and doing so many things. He took a step back, finally -- regrettably -- pulling out of her and having her no longer pinned against the wall, he set her back down to stand on her feet. His hand went to her back, resting against it. "You can get sick now if you need to," he said, ready for it, as he took a step to stand next to her so that if it happened, she wasn't going to hurl all over him. "We should try to hide in the water!" He suggested, suddenly feeling incredibly thirsty and having a strong desire to go swimming. Clearly, he had quite a short attention span.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke nodded weakly. He was right. It had to be motion sickness. Clarke whimpered as he pulled out, hating to lose the connection between them as he set her down. She couldn’t stand for long, before she leaned forward, losing the contents of her stomach. To her drug jumbled mind the color of it, the red stain lingering from the drink did not alarm her at all. All she knew was that it did not help. Instead she turned to lean against him again as he suggested the water.

“We’ll drown.” Again she could not even see that what they said was mostly senseless, fueled by the drug they had been slipped. As in in trance Clarke when over to a few blankets. She spread one on the floor and settled down. A hand movement was meant to suggest to him to join her. Her smaller body could no longer cope with the drugs as the effect in her changed. She felt sick, lifeless all of a sudden, so a bed was the only thing that made sense to her then.

Bellamy Blake