An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Psychology of Sexuality?

Clarke sat down in her usual seat in class, the same seat she had been sitting in for the entire duration of class, but to her dismay, someone was seated to her right, the seat she always put her bag in.

"What a disappointing day," she sighed. "Captain Jackass is sitting next to me today. What have I done to deserve this?"

Bellamy gave her a smirk. "Princess Tight Ass, I mean, Uptight," he winked. "You know you've been dying to sit on me for years. Oh, sit NEXT to me," he bit his lip.

Clarke forced her stupid cheeks not to heat up, told her stomach it better untie its knots, and told her crotch to cool it. Bellamy Blake, her high school "rival" had always been a pain in her ass.

She sat down, sighing. Keeping her eyes trained forward as their professor, Professor Roan, entered the room. If there was one teacher she would accept "extra credit" from like in movies and cheesy porn, it would be him.

"I think you're salivating," Bellamy whispered in her ear, sending heat through her body. Her ears were a weak spot, for sure. "Are you thinking about boosting your grade?" He teased.

Clarke turned to face him, her heart speeding up at their closeness. "Are you jealous?" She shot back.

"Yes."

Clarke drew back, narrowing her eyes. He didn't wink or smile, no laugh or smirk. He was good at faking it.

"This week, I'm pairing you up on something I've been told was too scandalous," Professor Roan announced. "As you all know, sexuality is very important to humans. We don't have sex just to create life, we have sex for pleasure." Several girls giggled and fanned themselves. Clarke didn't blame them. "I want everyone here to calm down, because you're all about to get very nervous. Starting from the side of the room, there's an even number on every single row." Clark gulped. Bellamy was on the end, her next to him. "You and your new partner are going to write about each other's sexuality."

The room erupted with a few guys laughing and high fiving, lots of whispering, and even more nervous glances.

"Basically, what turns your partner on? What kind of porn even, are they watching? I want you to know what makes your partner tick and I want you to tell me why. Say your partner likes fantasies of step mothers. I want to know why you think that. Does this person have an attractive step mother? An absent mother? Our sexual desires are psychological."

Bellamy's hand touched her thigh, searing his hand print to her flesh. "Should I check your browser history for students giving head for extra credit?" He teased.

"Should I check yours for marathons?" She countered. "The way you've always bounced from girl to girl, maybe yours is just a search of different STDs."

"Okay, these papers are due this week!" Professor Roan called out. "You have until Thursday evening, so get on it!"

"Do you want to come to my dorm and check my history, Princess?"

"And leave with crabs? No," she huffed. "Raven's not going to be home all week, just come to my place tomorrow. I'll wrap the couch in plastic before you come."

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Clarke told everything to Raven on the phone, cursing her for being sick this week. She would be much more comfortable talking to her best friend about sex. Hell, a stranger would be better than Bellamy Blake!

A knock on the door. She checked her watch, it was half past eight. It was way too late for company, she thought. She wrapped the robe around her lingerie, tying it loosely.

"No." She tried to close the door, but Bellamy stuck his foot out. "I said tomorrow," she whined. "I'm too tired to deal with this shit."

He handed her a drink. "Soy, iced, large," he recited. "Drink up and show me your laptop."