Her Step Brother

The Talk

The week was busy for Clarke and Bellamy. They had agreed to help, but they didn't quite realize what they had signed up for.

Bellamy was stuck with power tools, building all week. By the time he was done every day, he barely had the energy to hold Clarke in the laundry room or hallways, kissing her deeply. But, it didn't stop him.

Every opportunity he got, even for twenty seconds, if they were alone he had his hands on her body or in it.

She was tired, too. She had to help plan, meaning she had to deal with everyone and everyone's problems. She also had to meticulously cut out decorations, call hundreds of people, advertise with local businesses, and paint the signs and decorations.

She barely had time to check in on her father or her friends. Even Raven was getting annoyed and frustrated.

Friday evening, Bellamy jumped in the shower while Clarke stayed down stairs, cooking dinner for everyone.

"It smells amazing in here," Abby sighed as she walked in with Marcus. "Can we help?"

Clarke let them take over, taking the shower after Bellamy. The muscles in her back were tight from stretching and bending, trying to finish the big sign. She had painted a doctor clown, cute but still a doctor.

Her shoulders were killing her.

She and Bellamy walked slowly down the stairs, rolling their necks. They made their plates, sitting down in silence.

"This is the most peaceful it's been in the house," Marcus chuckled. "We should put you guys to work everyday."

Clarke chewed her food, but gave him a look.

"Well, I got to peak at everything," Abby announced. "Everything is coming together really well."

"Yeah," Bellamy agreed.

"Well, we're going to be leaving really early," Marcus announced. "So, we won't see you guys in the morning. But, we'll be back Sunday night."

"Alright," Clarke shrugged. "One night without you guys won't end in a house fire or a pregnancy or anything else you guys worry about. Promise."

"Okay, we're going to turn in," Abby stood.

Bellamy and Clarke silently did the dishes, cleaning the kitchen. Bellamy was yawning, barely even moving he was do slow.

"Go to bed, Bell. We have tomorrow off so we can sleep all day."

"You're right," he nodded. "See you in the morning, Princess."

She watched him walk up the stairs, starting up the dishwasher. She grabbed herself a water, ready to go to bed herself.

"Clarke?" Her mother stepped into the kitchen. "Can we talk for a minute?"

Clarke nodded. "Sure."

"I know it's always awkward, but if you are planning to have sex any time soon, I would like you to be on birth control. And, if you need condoms or anything, get them."

"Mom, I'm not a virgin."

Her mother rubbed her temples. "I don't think I expected you to wait until marriage. Did your father watch you at all?"

"Mom," Clarke rubbed the back of her neck. "Do you want flat out honesty?"

"Oh, please tell me you didn't lose your virginity before you moved. You were fifteen!"

"I didn't lose my virginity, no.."

"But?"

"I did do, uh, things before I moved. This guy from school and I, but we didn't actually  have sex. But, if it helps, I was with the guy I slept with for a couple of months before we actually hooked up. And, we were safe. And, he was the only one I was with there."

Her mother looked like she wanted to either cry or scream. How much worse would it be if she told the truth? That Bellamy was the one she was with before. That he had just been inside her the week before.

"So, we don't need the talk, then?" She finally asked.

"No, we don't need it," Clarke told her. "But, I do love you and I don't want to lie to you. And, I agree that I should get on birth control. In case, in case I meet someone at school this year or when I go to college next year."

"You're about to be eighteen. It's not like most people wait. And yes, birth control would help me sleep better at night." She turned to walk away, but stopped. "Some times I really think you and Bellamy are doing better. And, some times I think you two will bicker for life."

Clarke smiled. "Bellamy's not that bad, we just have always had disagreements. He was a jerk in high school, you know? But, I don't hate him. Some times we do get along. We could even be friends, but, then he says something stupid." She chuckled with her mother, the awkward tension easing just a little. "We can try harder, Mom. We don't want you and Marcus to be stressed out."

"Maybe you guys will be friends before he goes back to school. Maybe you'll even miss him."

Clarke head for the stairs. "Don't hold your breath. See you Sunday night."

She closed herself in her room, drinking a sip of water. She had been honest with her mother, but she had also flat out lied.

She would miss Bellamy terribly when he left for college. Now that they had slept together, they wanted to continue. But, could they? How would that even work?

Should they? Should they just cut it all off now? It was less risky, and surely they would eventually meet people who they found attractive. Who they couldn't keep their hands off of.

Eventually she did think she wanted to get married and have kids. After college, but still. She couldn't have that with Bellamy. And, if she was sleeping with him for the foreseeable future, she may not be looking for anyone else, so she may never have the future she pictured.

She let out a sigh. She needed to talk to Bellamy. To discuss those points. But, she also wanted him.

They could talk after summer. Before he went back, they would end it and move on. It was decided.

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I am going out of town this week, so it may be a bit longer than usual for an update. So, I will probably end up giving you one more chapter after this one to hold you over!
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