Too Much Fun

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She confirmed that it hadn't been his first time, unless the others were lying. Bellamy supposed there would be more point lying about how it was a his first time rather than how it wasn't. Though both could be explained. Her next words caused him to pause, not entirely have been expecting them . . . yet at the same time, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought the same thing. She suggested repeating last night. Friends with benefits. The thought was intriguing. More than intriguing really. He remained silent, letting her finish speaking as she added on that the friends with benefits bit would also help throughout the winter month. He remained thoughtful for a moment, taking a few steps toward her. "I know that you're more than capable of making your own decisions. And that you don't need to be coddled." He had seen Finn try to do that to her.

And Bellamy refused. It was almost as if suggested that she wasn't a strong, independant woman, which she completely was. "So I'll ask you once. Are you sure about this?" Truth be told, he had a feeling that being with Clarke would be different than being with any other woman. He had developed a deeper bond with her -- or so he felt. But at the same time, he could push aside these feelings. Focus on the physical. On making such experiences actually pleasurable for her. No strings attached. Surely he could handle that.

But, would sex be just as casual for her? He supposed they could try it and if it didn't work out, then it didn't. But he wanted to have the conversation now regardless. "If you can handle it Clarke . . ." He was standing directly in front of her. "Then I say we give it a shot." Friends with benefits. He didn't know if she was that kind of girl but at the same time . . . they all were forced to change when coming to Earth. And hell, he wanted to be that person for her. The one who could show her what kind of joys and pleasures could be acheived from sex.

[Clarke Griffin]

“I wouldn’t have suggested it, if I wasn’t sure, Bellamy.” She replied, no emotion in her voice. It was, right now, a tactical thing. It was an idea hanging in the room, which she intended to go through with. She meant it. She would have never brought it up otherwise. Maybe she might regret it later, but right now it sounded like a pretty darn good idea. She felt good – aside from the obvious hangover. If feelings didn’t make it weird, they might end up being pretty great together. 

“Maybe we should wait until tomorrow to finalize it, but right now, I am more than serious, Bellamy.” They were still coming down from the drugs, if the pain in her head and the fatigue was anything to go by. Then again it might mean she was still just in pain from how he had … well fucked her last night. Clarke couldn’t really fully well tell the difference of those as she had never experienced them. But there was a first for everything. And there was another question to be asked. “Bellamy, I’m not going out there again, today. I doubt the way I walk and the general way I feel is good for the moral of the group. What do you think?” He always had a different way of looking at things. It was good. It was why they worked now: They helped each other with what the other lacked, would it be insight or a second opinion. “How much damage was done?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She assured him that she wouldn't have suggested it if she wasn't sure. That much was true. He knew that Clarke wasn't the kind of person who would throw out something like that without putting thought into it. She wasn't that sort of impulsive. He couldn't help but be curious as to how it would be to be with her. Truth was, he never really allowed himself to build any sort of relationship with women. He had his sister and his mom and they had always been his priority. Sex had been purely physical. But now . . . with Clarke . . . it was different. He had strong rapport with her, he had a relationship with her, and now they were going to explore what that could mean in a physical sense -- when they were both coherent enough to remember it and be aware of their actions.

She then suggested waiting until tomorrow ot finalize it. He couldn't help but smirk at that. "You make it sound like a business transcation," he teased. "But yeah. We're not doing anything tonight." They both needed to recover and this wasn't something that needed to happen right away. Well, today anyway. Time here was short after all. "And if you're serious about this, then so am I," he assured her. He wasn't going to take this lightly, nor expect any sort of commitment from it. They would just see what happens. She then stated that she wasn't going out there again, and that the way she walked and felt wasn't good for the morale of the group, then asking him what he thought.

"I think it'll be a lot better when we confirm who the son of a bitch was that did this." He knew better than to falsely accuse anyone. Chances were it was who they had suggested . . . but they would need proper proof. Which could easily come with witnesses. "Why don't you just rest," he continued. "I'll ask around about what happened. And if anyone saw anything last night." Discreelty of course. They just needed a single witness to place Finn. "No more damage than what we've been through in the past," he told her truthfully. "Nothing we can't handle," he added on. Just another day on Earth it would sem.

[Clarke Griffin]

“A business transaction is better than us waking up in the morning, clearly covered in evidence of having had sex with no memory of it.” Clarke pointed out, however groggy she was. “I just want this to be clear, without a doubt.” After the last night they really needed it to be perfectly clear, at least from Clarkes perspective. If they would get into bed with each other every possibility would have to be discussed, like if they would be exclusive or not – not that this meant they would be together, they just had to be clear and communicating this. Clarke was still surprised that they went from reluctant co-leaders to friends with benefits right now.

“What if it was a Grounder?” Clarke asked softly. She would have to rest a little, but she wanted him to rest, too. They needed to be rested if they wanted to properly investigate it. And if her ridiculous idea was right, then they might have a problem, but whatever it was, it had consequences. It had. “Fuck…” Clarke suddenly whispered. Nothing they couldn’t handle, but what if other problems would follow. “Do you remember using birth control, Bellamy? Or...” She sighed. “We should worry about that if it happens. Right now we should both rest and find out who did this to us.” She would stay here and rest. "And Bellamy: You should rest, too. Let them handle it for now. They... they know we've been drugged and attacked. Let them deal with not having us for a bit."

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She described the situation that now befell them, of having on memory of what happened last night yet accurately piecing it together. At least the general bits. "Yeah well let's hope something like that never happens again." That next time they had sex -- which they were clearly planning on a next time -- that they had more control over it. That they were more in their right and conscious mind. He gave a short nod when she spoke of wanting this to be clear, no doubts. He found himself feeling intrigued about what that first time would be like, but of course, they needed to recover from this.

She then suggested it being a Grounder. And then cursing which put the question on hold as he slightly raised an eyebrow from curiosity over her sudden realization. Birth control. "No," he answered bluntly. He didn't remember using it, he doubted he even did. He supposed they would have to rely on her implant . . . but at the same time, there was still a risk. Yet she then spoke the thoughts that had crossed his own mind: that they would deal with it if it came up. "Agreed," he told her. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We need to figure this out first, and, we'll cross that bridge when . . . if we get to it." There was no guarantee that she would get pregnant.

They didn't need more things to stress over right now. She suggested him getting rest, though he knew he wouldn't be able to. He was too pissed at whoever violated them -- mostly her -- by drugging them. Placing their safety at risk. Screwing with them. "I'll rest later," he told her. "But I'll leave you to it, Clarke," he told her, knowing he wasn't helping her with the 'get some rest' portion of his advice. "I'll let you know if I find out anything." Because they were in this, together. With that, he gave a short nod, and cast a final glance at her . . . before turning to walk out of her tent, forcing his emotions to stay in check.