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

Chapter Twenty

Clarke exited the bathroom, a black dress that hugged her body tightly on. She smiled as Bellamy rubbed his eyes, just waking up.

"Good morning sleepy head," she teased. "Its about time you got up."

He stretched, standing up. Her eyes wandered down his body, staring at his chest and down to his delicious morning wood.

She bit her lip. "Fuck," she groaned.

"What?" He asked.

"If I didn't have to go into town," she walked towards him. "I would have you tear thus dress from my body."

Bellamy chuckled, stepping past her to go to the bathroom. She sat down at her father's desk, opening her make up bag. As she applied her make up, Bellamy got dressed, hiding his body.

"Is there a reason you're dressed that sexy for a doctor's appointment?" He asked.

Clarke shrugged. "I love having my fiance call me sexy," she smiled.

He kissed her hair. "You've always been sexy, love. Are you ready?"

She stood, smoothing down the dress. Stepping into her heels, she grabbed her purse. "Yes, love. Come on."

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Clarke sat on the couch next to Bellamy, answering questions from the neurologist. He studied her scans, going over things he had told her before.

"Have you recovered more memories?" He asked.

"If I do things I've done before, I kind of have a Deja vu feeling. Sometimes I remember things clearly," she answered.

"That's wonderful. How about headaches?"

"I've only had a few since being home and they weren't bad. I've been running again, eating a lot, and I honestly feel great."

"What about personality wise?" The doctor asked. "Bellamy, have you noticed differences in how she is now or how she used to be?"

Bellamy shifted next to her uncomfortably. "She is a lot more blunt now," he said. "Like, she doesn't bite her tongue much or shy away from topics she used to."

Clarke shrugged, Raven had said the same thing.

"She is a lot more uh, sexual now," Bellamy spoke up.

Clarke turned to him. The fuck?

"As in she is more sexual, attracted to others?" The doctor asked.

"No," Bellamy said quickly. "She has a higher sex drive."

"Okay, I'm sorry," Clarke said. "I didn't realize us having sex was a problem."

"That's not what I said," Bellamy took her hand. "He is your doctor, Clarke. He asked for differences, so I told him."

"In my defense, I only remembered our first time, years ago. When we lost our virginities, and now that I've had sex again, I enjoy it. I don't see how that's negative."

The doctor cleared his throat. "Bellamy is right," he spoke. "I don't think he meant it in a negative way, but he knows you. He knew you last year, so if there are changes then I need to know. Normally, we see several changes in patients. A higher libido is not a new one, but it is more rare. It's only been a few months since the actual wreck and injury. I'm going to ask you to both to continue with your normal lives, but make sure that you are uh, open with your concerns and changes. Nothing is too small to report to me, okay?"

Clarke nodded, feeling a little like she had been backhanded. Bellamy sure as hell wasn't complaining when she was blowing him.

Out in the car, she crossed her arms, looking out the window as Bellamy drove them back across town.

"Princess, really?" He asked. "I wasn't saying it in a negative way. If you've noticed, I can't keep my hands off of you, either."

She sighed, dropping her arms. "You could have talked to me before just blurting that out to the doctor."

He put his hand on her thigh. "Clarke, he wanted to know if you've done anything different. And I had to be honest with him, he's a neurologist." He slid his hand up, heating her body. "Now, stop pouting and tell me what you want to eat before I take you home and punish you for being a brat," he winked.

Clarke's body heated, her stomach twisting. "I'm not hungry," she told him. "Take me home. Now."