The 100 One Shots (Smut)

Bellarke- Who really needs to go to work?

(A/N You could view this as a continuation of the first chapter or as it's own one shot. Unless I'm struck with some crazy inspiration after this scene is over, I wont be making any more parts that go with the same story line. Continuity is hard when you write a chapter every 6 months lmao)

~2 months later

My eyes flutter open, and the first thing I notice is how incredibly hot it is. I feel like I'm baking. The second thing I notice is the fact that I can hardly breathe. And not in a good way.

"Bellamy." I choke out, "Wake up." His sleeping form is strewn out over me. His head and most of his chest on mine, and one of his legs trapping mine to the mattress. I try to move, but to no avail. How is he so fucking heavy? "Bell!" I practically shout. "I can't breathe!"

My words stir him slightly, and when I fee his head move, I start manically flailing so he doesn't fall asleep again.

"Clarke?" He says, his voice husky from sleep. He picks his head up and turns it to meet mine. His eyes widen a little when he sees my glare.

"Yes. Hi. Get the fuck off." I grunt, slightly out of breath from the flailing.

"Sorry." He says groggily as he pushes himself off of me, only to drop his head back onto the pillow next to me, and start lightly snoring again.

"Well at least someone's happy." I whisper angrily to myself as I get out of bed. "I was hoping to sleep in this morning, but noooo." I slip on a pair of slippers before walking out to our kitchen. Since Bellamy and I had gotten together for the first time, roughly two months ago, we have told all of our friends and family, not hiding our relationship from anyone. He moved into my apartment a few weeks ago (Because he never slept at his, anyway. If you know what I mean) and I've loved every second of it.

Halfway through making myself a cup of coffee, I feel a pair of strong arms slip around my waist. Bellamy rests his chin on my shoulder. "Baaaabe." He whines. "Come back to beeeeed." I smile and shake my head.

"I can't." I tease. "You'll just lay on me again."

I turn around in his arms to meet his dark gaze. His hands land on my waist and he presses me into the counter with his hips.

"Who says that's a bad thing?" He kisses me desperately, picking me up and placing me on the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist and my fingers go to his hair, tugging lightly and earning a breathy moan. As much as I love this, and so desperately want him, I have to leave for work in an hour and need to get ready.

"Bell." I mumble against his mouth, pressing lightly against his chest. "I've got to get ready." He pulls back, a look of disappointment in his eyes. "Don't worry." I console him, "You can have your way with me later." I say, looking into his eyes. A smile spreads across his face.

"You gotta deal, Princess."

"Okay then." I smile, pecking him on the lips, "I'm gonna go take a shower now."

I walk around him and start heading down the hall when I stop and turn around. Bellamy is inches in front of me. "Whatcha doin there?" I ask

"I have to take a shower too."

"You have nothing to do today. You can do it later."

"Yes, I can. But I'm not going to."

"Why not?"

I squeal when he pushes me back into the wall. His arms are on either side of my head. "Because you cant just turn me on like that and then walk away." He practically growls at me.

"Why not?" I repeat, taunting him. His eyes go wide for half a second, then he glares at me again.

He shifts his hips, rubbing his hard on against my lower stomach. He bends his head down and speaks huskily into my ear.