An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Packed Car

Clarke ran across the parking lot, bag in hand as she waved down Miller. "I'm here," she called. "Sorry. I got caught in traffic."

Miller scratched his neck, looking nervous. "Uh, listen.." he started. "Murphy showed up last minute. We don't have enough seats, so, you have to lap someone."

"What?" She demanded.

Miller would be driving, his boyfriend in the passenger seat. The two middle seats had Murphy and his girlfriend, Emori. In the back, there was only one seat. It was Bellamy's seat.

"Can't we shift some stuff around? Surely the two back seats can fit me?"

"The van doesn't have much of a trunk, Clarke. We all agreed when we planned this trip. There is barely going to be room for your bag, much less you. We have towels, coolers, clothes, chairs, and even umbrellas."

"Basically, you either shut the fuck up and sit with me, or you get left behind, Princess!" Bellamy called from the van, loudly.

She rolled her eyes at Bellamy's tone. She couldn't stand him sometimes! She would drive her own car, but the old car had seen too many miles. It was on its last legs already, and she didn't want to miss out on seeing Octavia graduate.

Why the fuck couldn't Emori just sit on John's lap?!?!?! They were dating, at least!!!! How the hell was she expected to sit on Bellamy's lap? The (hot) asshole who loved to push her buttons! Ugh.

"Fine!"

She had to have Murphy's help to get into the old van, step around luggage, and get her feet between Bellamy's legs. She stuffed her bag in front of them, effectively blocking them from most of the rest of the vehicle.

She started to sit down, trying not to make Bellamy or herself too uncomfortable. She tried to ease down, making sure she was going to center her weight and not agitate him. He gripped her waist, pulling her ass back onto his lap with a sigh. "There," he grunted. "It's not rocket science, Princess."

Miller started the van up, thankfully blasting the air. She reached up to turn the vent towards them, trying to make sure Bellamy could feel the air, too.

"This is going to be fun. Octavia is graduating. We are spending a week on the beach. Raven will be there to vent to. It's worth it," she chanted to herself.

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For an hour, Clarke had one ear phone in, trying to listen to music and watch the scenery as the car was filled with chatter and music. Miller was talking to his boyfriend about their finals, Murphy discussing moving in with his girlfriend of just a few months. She wasn't touching that.

Bellamy raised his hips, causing Clarke to gasp. She tried to stay raised, allowing him to get comfortable. A hot hand grabbed her thigh, sliding up a little as he pulled her back to his lap.

Heat filled her momentarily. She could have sworn she felt his cóck under her, but she tried to ignore it.

"What are you listening to?" He asked, his husky voice in her ear.

"Here," she offered him the other ear phone, nerves going wild.

He put it in, remaining quiet until the song ended. Then, he took the phone from her hands and began typing. Clarke smiled as the new song began to play.

It was a song they had listened to several times back when she had to ride with him before and after their football games in high school.

He rested his hand on her thigh, searing her skin. "Why did you decide to wear a skirt today?" He whispered, sounding genuinely curious.