An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Have A Drink

Clarke looked over the camp, smiling as Jasper and Monty were trying, and failing, to make up a secret handshake. She looked left, meeting Octavia's eyes. She was trying to sneak off to see Lincoln, so Clarke just nodded. Clarke wouldn't tell on her, she understood wanting to be with the person you love.

Speaking of, she watched as some girl brought Bellamy a cup of the moonshine, half naked. Bellamy accepted, turning and walking away. Clarke felt a very tiny bit of happiness that she probably shouldn't.

"Here, Princess."

Clarke jumped at the sound of Bellamy's voice, she hadn't heard him come up behind her. She smiled, accepting the very full cup.

"Have a drink," he said, sitting next to her. "You deserve it."

Clarke drank the cup, coughing at the burn in her throat. "Thanks, here's three," she said. She hadn't had but the one he gave her, but she didn't want to share that. She wanted to pretend she was drunk and see what happened. She put the cup between them on the ground.

"You're missing out on the fun by sitting up here," Bellamy said suddenly.

"Oh no, this is very fun. I've watched Monty and Jasper bust their asses and strike out several times. I've even seen Murphy fall."

"That's watching everyone else have fun, Princess. It's not the same thing." He shifted, looking at her. "Come on, what do you feel like doing right now?"

If she was honest, it would be to press her tingling lips against his, and all over his body. But she couldn't say that. "I don't know," she chuckled. "Maybe I want to get off."

Bellamy was taken back for a second, but he recovered quickly. "Then, you should get off. Are you looking to fly solo or should we spot you a man? Our group is small but I'm sure there's someone you want."

Clarke giggled, the alcohol hitting her quicker than she expected. "I don't know, they all seem too drunk."

"True," he laughed. "I guess you've got to fly solo."

"Maybe so," she shrugged. "I don't think I can make it to my tent," she admitted, laughing.

Bellamy stood up, grabbing her hands to pull her up. She was on her feet, Bellamy's breath fanning over her face as she looked up at him. "Thanks."

Bellamy nodded, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Let's get you to your tent."

Bellamy helped her walk around the camp until he came up to her tent, which was currently occupied by two people he couldn't recognize at the moment.

"Uh, your tent is actually occupied," he told her.

"That's okay," she smiled. "Let's go!"

Bellamy laughed as she shot her hand into the air, making a fist. He let her lead, curious as to where she would go. His eyes widened as he realized that she was heading to the very edge of camp, to his tent.

Inside his tent, Clarke slid her boots off of her feet, giggling as she swayed. "Take your boots off," she shrugged, like it was the most natural thing on earth. With a small shrug, he complied, taking his boots off.

"Well, if you uh, if you need some privacy.." He said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Why would I need privacy from You?" She asked, tossing her shirt on the ground. She tugged at her pants, dropping them to her ankles. Kicking them aside, she slid onto his cot. "Bellamy?"

Bellamy shook himself, taking his eyes off of her legs. "Huh?"

"Are you coming?" She asked, sliding her hands up her chest. He would be soon if she didn't stop!