Too Much Fun

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Soon enough Clarke brought up whatever was in her stomach, as Bellamy quickly did up his pants, fastening them and then keeping one hand no her back while the other held her hair back. This was . . . gross. But he was numbed to the sight, as he thought only of wanted to jump in a pool of water. But it didn't seem like they were going anywhere right now. Besides, they were stuck in here and couldn't fly out anymore.

She spoke of how they would drown and then made her way over to where she spread out a blanket. Bellamy watched her and soon enough, follow suit. He staggered over to her, unable to walk in a straight line before plopping down next to her, staring at her though lacking focus on his gaze. "I feel like I'm already drowning," he said a bit deliriously. "Wait wait, do you feel that?" He asked, holding out his arms as he closed his eyes and began to slowly sway in his upright seated position. A smile formed on his lips. "Drowning isn't that bad you know," he concluded.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Don’t drown." Clarke didn’t want him to drown. She couldn’t do anything about it, but she did not want him to die. She tried to reach out, but he was gone, it seemed. He was just completely gone. Clarke turned, wanting to see him, wanting to reach out to him and feel him again, but she couldn’t. As darkness enveloped her, she was not sure why. The next morning, though she might have gotten an idea. 

Clarke woke on the floor, wrapped into a blanket, but otherwise completely naked. As she opened her eyes a groan escaped her. It hurt – a lot. Fucking hell what had she done? What was going on? Clarke reached over to where she saw her panties and bra discarded. Despite the pain in her back and between her legs, she put them on, before looking around. “OH GOD!” was all she addressed the shock of the day, week or month. Bellamy! Why the hell was he here? She had been naked!!!


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy wasn't entirely sure at what point exactly he had passed out. All that he knew was that he had done so with his arms around Clarke, before falling into a state deeper than sleep. He was unconscious. He probably would have stayed that way but he suddenly heard someone yell out which caused him to abruptly open his eyes and jolt into a state of being awake. He groggily looked around him, his upper body slightly raised off the ground as his eyes were hazy, his vision foggy. It took him a few moments to realize that it was Clarke who had made that sound that woke him up.

"What the hell Clarke," He said with a hint of annoyance over having been woken up like that. He took only a few more moments to realize that they were in the drop ship . . . and that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He sat more upright as he blinked a few times, looking around them. Ok, so he had his pants on . . . but they weren't properly closed, something he fixed as his hands slipped under the blanket that partially covered him. "What's going on?" He demanded, trying to recall what events had led him to where he was right now . . . but he couldn't piece it together. He noticed his shirt near where she was standing and . . . he got a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Oh shit," he cursed in a low voice.

[Clarke Griffin]

What the hell? She could ask him the same thing. What the hell happened the night before? Though she did not even need to ask. The pain gave her a pretty clear idea. Her back hurt like a bitch and she felt like she would probably have to be mindful of that for a while, if it wasn’t bruised anyway. That alone would have allowed for her to deduce to what they were doing. She would have probably thought someone punched her. But on top of it she had been naked and the ache between her legs, the soreness, that came unmistakably from sex, well it was an indicator. Plus he had his arm around her while he slept. 

“I think what’s going on is pretty clear.” At least to her. What was with him – no idea. “Yes, oh shit. We had sex and I for one have an almighty hangover.” That didn’t even cover it. She felt hazy and weak as if she had been drugged. Maybe she had been. “Did you drug my drink?” But then again he would never want her, so he had been drugged himself, most likely. “Who gave you those drinks last night, Bellamy?” Clarke looked around for her shirt. It lay apart a bit, so she walked over to get it, but bending her over sent a jolt of pain through her back. “Do you remember anything?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

She seemed fairly certain that they had sex. Just because his pants were open and they were laying next to each other . . . didn't necessarily mean that they did. "We might not have," he suggested, brushing off the notion. But deep down, he knew she was right. Usually he could have sex with a woman and just let it be . . . but this was Clarke. This was . . . damn awkward. He walked over to where his shirt was and quickly pulled it over his head."Why the hell would I do that?" He questioned, agitation in his tone when she suggested that he had drugged her drink. "I could ask you the same thing," he countered, suggesting that she could have drugged him.

He glanced over as she reached for her shirt, though was trying not to stare considering her unclad state. "What's wrong?" He asked. She looked like she was in some sort of pain and . . . shit, did he do that to her? What kind of sex did they have?! . . . Was this her first time? Again, normally Bellamy wouldn't care, but this wasn't just some random woman in their camp. It wasn't someone he could just dismiss in the morning. "I don't remember much," he admitted, running his hand through his hair. "Other than . . . we were out of our damn minds." If they had done this, and somehow ended up in the drop ship . . . yup. They had definitely been high.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Oh we definitely have.” At the very least she had, she felt the evidence all to clearly. She had had sex last night or something akin to it. Clarke couldn’t deny it even if she wanted to, which was unsettling for her. She had sex with him, of all people. Not exactly the kind of thing she should have had. He was the leader, with her, something like this made things damn complicated, not to mention that now the accusation of getting each other drugged hung in the air, raised by her. “It must have been in the drinks. You got us those drinks. If it wasn’t you or me, it was someone else.” Brilliant logic, apparently she was still slightly out of it, but could she be blamed for that? She was hurting, not just from their activities but also from what she could only describe as hangover.

“Nothing, just… hungover and, well.” Great would she had to explain it? Then again chances were he had a hand in it. “I’m sore and my back hurts for some reason.” Some reason indeed, it could easily be related to the sex. If only she could remember how. How the hell did this all happen.

“I agree. Whatever this was, we were nuts.” Finally she managed to fish for her shirt and put it on. Nobody was in the dropship apart from them, it seemed. Slowly an idea formed in her mind. Had they locked them up in here? “Bellamy can you check the door?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He couldn't argue with that. She was right. They had sex. Damn it. She further pointed out that it must have been in the drinks. "No shit," he stated sarcastically. He was just irritated with the whole thing, and still feeling groggry from the aftermath of whatever they ingested. "I'm gonna find out what happened," he said, fully determined. It wasn't just about what they had done in here but also in a more general scale. It was damn dangerous. What if the Grounders had come? Was that part of the point? Some twisted way of weakening the two leaders? Bellamy wasn't sure what awaited them outside but he figured it wasn't going to be pretty. She answered his question by saying she felt hungover and that she was sore, that her back hurt. He looked at the space that his shirt had been and where her clothes seemed to be. He then glanced at the wall. It wasn't like this was his first time engaging in such physical intimacy, so he had an idea as to what was causing the pain.

"It was the wall," he said non chalantly, trying not to make a big deal about it. He may not remember the details of last night . . . but the evidence all pointed to what they did and well, where and how they did it. He still wasn't sure if this was her first time. Though another thought crossed his mind. His hand went to his pockets, not having remembered packing any sort of protection. "Damn it," he breathed. Figures. He was high off his mind, who would think to use protection. He just seriously hoped that nothing came from this. That would not be good at all. She then asked him to check the door and he made his way over to it, he was about to push at it but paused when his eyes caught sight of his hands.

There was dry blood on his knuckles. He stared at it, knowing that he didn't hurt Clarke . . . but then, who's blood was this? Instead of testing out the door, he turned to face Clarke once more, standing near it still. "Before we go out there, we need to get out story straight." They were disoriented, but showing the others just how bad it was would make them look weak. "Nothing happened," he decided. What good would come of giving any hint to that? "So get yourself together," he further told her. She was sore and . . . he knew that was his fault. But right now, they needed to focus on figuring out what all happened last night, apart from what clearly happened between them.

[Clarke Griffin]

The wall. It was the wall. God that sounded casual like hell, like he did it every day, which she knew he didn’t. He had more sex than others, for obvious reasons – them being him being actually attractive and certainly more respectful of the Ladies choice than the others, which was probably due to his sister and his age maybe. He had more experience. He certainly did. She felt wasted, sore in a strangely good way. “You fucked me against a wall…” Wonderful. Just wonderful. But it made sense, it certainly explained how her back hurt. Hopefully she didn’t have bruises or any real injury from that, because there was no way for her to treat it and she couldn’t exactly ask for help with that, since then she’d have to explain and the was not gonna happen. 

“Our story? We were high!” Given how that might have not gone unnoticed, what story did they have to get straight? She grabbed her pants and slowly pulled them up. She didn’t even know what they did, so she couldn’t explain anything away. What if they heard? What if there was nothing to get straight? But he was right. She had to pretend like at least the sex didn’t happen, though hell, she wanted to remember it, because the soreness was out of this world. Clarke literally tried to straighten herself, but it proved to be hard and slightly painful to just stand fully upright. “Nothing happened, but can I get away with not standing straight? Can that be the hangover or something, because that hurts?” She didn’t even wait for an answer, though, because, well yes. Of course they could get away with that. Clarke went to open the door, only to really find it locked. Shit.

“They locked us in. They really locked us in, Bellamy.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The way she said it made him feel . . . damn it, she had the power to make him feel guilty for it. The crude way in which she said what they did, though true and literal . . . still felt so, raw. "I doubt you had any complaints about it at the time," he added in a low voice. He had to hope that she didn't. The thought of forcing a woman into that kind of position if she was uncomfortable with it, made him feel sick to his stomach. He had to believe that even in his state of being high out of his damn mind, he wouldn't go that far.

The dry blood on his knuckles was one thing, but doing something physical with a woman who didn't want it . . . that was a whole new level of vile that he would forever despise himself for. "You're acting like this is your first time . . . " The question had entered his mind earlier, and he looked at her, withholding any judgment. He wasn't judging her at all, but he felt the need to know. "Was it?" He asked bluntly, because if that were the case, then there would be traced of blood here somewhere that they would also need to clean up. But that wasn't the only reason he was wondering -- even if it was a far easier reason to explain than the true one. She said that her story was that they were high, but seemed to realize that he was specifically referring to.

He continued to notice the way she couldn't stand properly, and felt himself still feeling guilt over it, though he made no sign of the emotion. How agressive was he with her last night? "Yeah. We can just blame the hang over for that. And say that you fell or something." But he -- the both of them -- would know what truly happened. She then tried to push open the door and it seemed to be jammed. No. Not jammed. They had locked them in here. Bellamy had a strong feeling it was related to the dry liquid on his hands. Before he started banging on it to demand they be let out, he had to ask. "Let me see your back, Clarke," he stated, needing to see just how bad it was.

[Clarke Griffin]

The first… the first time? Was that what he thought where her pain came from? Was he that oblivious? Clarke shook her head. “No, it wasn’t my first time, but” She pointed in his general direction “You’re not exactly small, are you?” Finn certainly couldn’t compete, she could see that even through the clothing. Then again Finn was quite clumsy, he had his was of, well fucking, that seemed to her like he just didn’t care. Clarke felt the heat rise in her cheek as she clearly started to blush. Brilliant. She indirectly just told him that he was probably the biggest she ever had. Not exactly what she expected. 

Clarke didn’t really want to find out what else had happened that night. Whatever it was it prompted the people to lock them in here. Had they become dangerous to others? Or maybe needy? That was possible, yet she already felt enough shame to last her for ages. Reluctantly she pulled her shirt up to let him check her back. “Anything damaged?” Or was it just bruised and marked from what they had done last night? Did Finn see? Did Finn know? Oh god!

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She confirmed that it wasn't her first time. Well, that was a relief. Her next comment however caused him to stare at her with a look. Had circumstances been different, perhaps he would have thanked her and made it sound like a compliment . . . but not right now. The situation didn't call for a joke. In fact, he just remained silent about the matter. She silently agreed to show him and when she lifted up her shirt, he eyed the bruises over it. He reached out as if to touch them, but stopped himself mid air and just brougth his hand back down to his side.

The markings made him feel uneasy, more so because he couldn't remember last night. He could conclude what they did, and where, but he didn't remember how she felt during it. Had she ever asked him to stop? Did she make any sounds of pain? Had he ever clued in that this could be the result and just not cared? If he could remember it all . . . the actions, the sounds, her body language . . . perhaps he wouldn't feel so unsettled by the marks. But for the time being, he did. She asked him if anything was damaged. "Nothing that won't heal," he confirmed. It was enough though. Enough to bring forth his next words. "For what it's worth . . . I'm sorry." Something he didn't do often: apologize. But this wasn't just a small thing. Even if he was trying to brush it off as one. He didn't like not knowing how he acted when physically with a woman. So right now, he was sorry that she was hurt. And sorry that he hadn't been more delicate with her.

[Clarke Griffin]

There were marks on her back after all. Wonderful. Hopefully they would be covered by her shirt mostly, otherwise she would have some explaining to do maybe, explaining she did not particularly care about. The falling could be an option, but what if people didn’t buy it? Or called her out on her impossibly remembering what happened? What if people heard what had been going on inside? She wasn’t sure she kept her voice down while being fucked against the wall by Bellamy while she was high. She probably had other things on her mind. 

To her surprise said man apologized, for something he too didn’t remember anymore, if she thought about it. He had nothing to apologize for. It took two and two had been involved for sure. She appreciated it though. “Bellamy, you don’t have to be. I was just as involved as you are. I doubt you did anything against my will.” So far nothing had suggested he would ever force himself on anyone at all. And she doubted she would have let him. “I wish I knew what we did, just so we could prepare what awaits us out there. I have the feeling it won’t be good.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Although he liked to believe that he didn't force himself on her, he felt better hearing it come from her. That she doubted he would have done something against her will. It gave him just the reassurance he needed . . . even though he still wished it hadn't happened. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive -- which she clearly was. He just, preferred to be fully sober when he was with a woman. He could better judge his actions in the moment, not being under the influence of anything that would lower his inhibitions or awareness.

She then spoke of how she wished she knew waht they did, so that they could prepare themselves. "I know what you mean," he said in full agreement. He glanced down at his hands again, knowing that he may as well tell her. "I got in a fight with someone last night." Who and why, he hadn't the slightest clue. But he showed her his knuckles with the stains of dried blood. "Hopefully that's the most damage I did." And that he hadn't severely hurt anyone. He'd already bruised Clarke, and bruised someone else in a very different way . . . god he really hoped that was the extent of his actions.

[Clarke Griffin]

He got into a fight with someone? Well luckily not with her or she would feel that. What the hell happened? She really wanted to know, but her mind only came up with rough clues as to what it could have been. And those clues just did not make sense to her. They danced? Clarke didn’t dance and Bellamy didn’t seem like the type either and then there was a Grounder attack. But… why was there a grounder attack when the others seemed to be perfectly calm about it.

“Grounders… I… I can’t make sense of it, but when you said that my mind came up with images. Grounders. It doesn’t make sense. But I remember Grounders attacking.” If there was, maybe they locked them up in here to protect them? That high they would have been easy targets for whatever attack was launched upon them. Clarke was just about to say more as the door finally opened. Jasper grinned and announced to the crowd and to her own horror: “The king and queen are awake!” Well shit.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

There was a Grounders attack?! Oh shit! This wasn't good at all. Concern filled Bellamy as he had every intention of startig to bang on the door . . . when it was suddenly opened to reveal a familiar face. The person had a grin that Bellamy wanted to wip off. King and queen What the hell?! Did they know? Did everyone know? Had Bellamy and Clarke done something outside too? "Shut the hell up," he told him in a monotone voice as he walked passed him.

"I think you mean . . . dancing king and queen," someone else shouted out which caused a chuckle from the crowd. Dancing? What? Were they . . . did they dance?! Bellamy was not a dancer. At that moment he saw a very pissed off Finn starting to march toward them. His face had bruises on it and . . . ohhh. Damn. Well, at least Bellamy had an idea of who he fought with. He could see Finn about to swing at him, at which point Bellamy ducked and shoved him back. A couple others intervened, holding Finn back who . . . well, he looked like a raging bull. "What did you do to her?" He shouted out with clear anger. "I didn't do anything!" He stated back. Which, he supposed wasn't entirely true. He had banged her against the wall . . . but he didn't exactly intend to announce that in front of the entire camp.