An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Let's Talk About Sex

"I have never been so happy in my life to say goodbye to school," Bellamy sighed, leaning onto Clarke's shoulder. "So glad I can finally start working instead of listening to other people teach."

"Well, you will have to apply at the high school," Raven said. "Because you can't work with someone you're dating at the middle school."

"Oh, ha-ha," Clarke laughed without humor. "As long as you've been accusing us of dating, we should be married by now."

"Actually, yeah," Bellamy chuckled, opening his car door. "It's been, what, four years?"

"Try eight," Clarke laughed. "Raven has thought we were together since 10th grade."

"Well, you've been extremely close, you have inside jokes, you spent all high school stuck together like glue, oh, and you've been fucking living together for five years," Raven said with a pointed look. "For all I know you've been fucking or dating for years."

"Raven, you know I've never been able to keep secrets from you. You would know if we were sleeping together," Clarke said, trying to convince her best friend.

"I still think you've fucked before. Actually, I think you guys fucked last year after Clarke's graduation," Raven eyed Clarke for a reaction, but Clarke just smiled.

"You're cute," she giggled at Raven. "But, seriously. Bellamy just graduated! What are our plans?"

"A party," Raven rolled her eyes. "Duh. Murphy and Wick are ready setting up. You should go eat first though," she chuckled, walking across the parking lot to her car.

"She's good," Bellamy said once Clarke was in his passenger seat. "How does she know?"

"That woman could read me like a damn book," Clarke laughed. "At least years ago. I've gotten good with this secret. We've been extremely careful, though. No solid proof until we decide that we want everyone to know. We just have to be careful at Murphy's tonight."

"Well, we've gotten drunk and passed out together at parties for years. No one would think anything, even if we were half naked," he pointed out. "We can stay clothed for one night, can't we?"

They both shared a heated look, bursting out laughing. It had been two weeks since they had had sex, Bellamy needed to focus on his work and Clarke was securing herself a job a the middle school in town. They had planned to screw graduation night, to finally enjoy one another again, but now it seemed they would be at a party where they couldn't have sex without everyone being in their business.

While they had both lost their virginity their sophomore year in high school, they had instantly become close when their separate relationships had failed. Clarke and Bellamy were always together, always studying or hanging out. They were closer than anyone. Clarke could still remember the first time that they had taken their relationship to the next level.

Summer break before 11th grade
"Oh my god, if you don't pass the fucking Cheetos I'm going to punch your stupid jaw," Clarke half threatened as Bellamy held her favorite Cheetos hostage in his basement.

"Maybe if you didn't hog all the damn Skittles, I would be more inclined to share the Cheetos," he retorted.