Is There A Forever? (sequel to 'Together Forever') OnHold

Chapter Nineteen

Bellamy struggled to catch his breath as Clarke rolled off of him. He wrapped an arm around her, pressing her head to his chest.

"Fuck," he whispered.

Clarke chuckled beside him. "I'm not breakable, you know? We can do more."

Bellamy smirked. "And what more would you like?"

"I want you behind m--" she stopped, sitting up. "Wait a second."

Bellamy watched her rub her temples. "Do you have a headache?" He worried.

"Our first time," she said. "Our first time was so fucking hot."

"Well, yea--"

"No," she stopped him. "Not when we lost our virginity. When I came back! I was hungry and you knew what you were in the mood for. I just remembered!"

Bellamy laughed, he couldn't help it. "Yes, it was very hot," he agreed, kissing her forehead. "Maybe if we keep on, you'll remember everything," he murmured.

"I like that idea," she said, turning to straddle him.

"Uh, uh uh," he shook his head. He raised up on his knees and turned her to the headboard. "Grab that headboard, Princess," he demanded in her ear. "You're going to need a good grip."

The next morning, Bellamy woke up to an empty bed. He rubbed his eyes, something crinkling. When he opened them back up, he saw that Clarke had left a note.

"Bellamy, I remember how much I used to run. You'd think I would be too exhausted, but I'm energized. Promise to be home soon. I love you."

He sighed. He didn't want her to go off without him, but she was an adult. He couldn't hold her hand every minute of the day. But, he was going to worry every second until she got back.

Just to be safe, he sent her a text to let her know she was up. She sent him a selfie, covered in sweat.

He smiled, relieved that she had replied so quickly. Deciding that be couldn't just lay in bed all day, he made himself some coffee, making sure he didn't wake Abby.

He loaded the dish washer, swept the house, and started a load of laundry. He made Clarke a smoothie for when she got back, sticking it in the fridge in her favorite cup.

With not much else to do, he called the school. Clarke was right, he did need school. Doing things online was a smart idea, he would never have to leave Clarke.

When he got off the phone, Clarke came back home. "Hey, I'm stealing the shower!" She called, hurrying past him.

He sat on her bed, head in his hands.