Her Step Brother

What Else?

Clarke woke up, checking her phone. She had a little while before she had to leave for work, maybe she could get a run in.

She used the restroom, opening the bathroom to see Bellamy. He pushed her back in the bathroom, locking the door.

"What are you doing?" She demanded.

He kissed her, desperately. She melted against him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He rubbed himself against her, wetness pooling.

He moved his lips, kissing down her jaw, nibbling on her neck. She pushed down his pants, lowering herself to the floor.

She took Bellamy into her mouth, his eyes rolling back as he grabbed the sink. She bobbed her head, moving her hands up and down his shaft.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" Bellamy called, his voice strained.

"Where's Clarke?" Abby asked. "She's not in her room."

Clarke heart was pounding her ribs, her eyes already watering.

"She got up awhile ago, I think she went for a run," Bellamy lied.

"Oh, okay. When she comes back, will you tell her I left something in her desk?"

"Of course," Bellamy called.

Clarke waited, listening for her mother. She waited until she heard the foot steps go down the stairs.

Bellamy chuckled, sliding himself back into her mouth. She finished, but her hands were shaking.

"That was too close!" Clarke whispered.

"Yeah," he kissed her neck. "Now drop your shorts. I'm hungry," he moaned in her ear.

Clarke felt herself getting hot despite the fear she had felt. Her stomach twisted with desire and fear, she wasn't sure if they should continue.

But, Bellamy was. He pushed her shorts down, lowering himself to the floor and bringing her leg up.

*******

After work, Clarke pulled out of the party store. She had John pick Bellamy up and take him out. Anything to keep him away from the house.

She picked up Raven before heading to her house. The two girls decorated the patio with streamers, a table cloth, and balloons.

Marcus and her mother pulled in, a ton of food in hand. They had gotten Bellamy's favorite foods from town: Chinese, bacon wraps, tacos, and cheesy breadsticks.

Clarke finished with the banner as they head John coming. They rounded the corner, Marcus and Abby greeting Bellamy with a big "see ya" and a laugh.

Together, everyone ate. The conversation flowed easily, Marcus saying how proud he was of Bellamy and asking him about his classes and schedules.

As the sun set, most of the food was gone and the bugs had started to bite.

"Clarke, why don't you go ahead and take Raven and the boys out for a movie or something? Marcus and I will clean all of this up. This is your last night together."

Clarke climbed into her car with Raven and Bellamy, John following them. But, Raven said she felt sick to her stomach and just wanted to go home.

Clarke knew better, but she dropped her off at home, John pulling in as they left. Raven would cover for them as she had been doing all month.

Clarke drove down an old dirt road out at the edge of town, parking and turning her lights off.

"You going to tell me what's bothering you?" Bellamy asked.

"It's just going to be different," she shrugged. "This hasn't been easy."

Bellamy took her hand, intertwining their fingers. "No, it hasn't been easy. But, it's been fun. It's been good. Right?"

She looked over in the low light coming from her radio. His brown eyes threatened to melt.

"Can I be honest?"

"Always," he promised.

"I don't know if this is right or okay. This whole time I've been torn between knowing that it's strange or wrong, but desperately wanting you. When I'm with you, it's like my entire body is a magnet. I'm desperate to get my hands on you, I always want to touch you or kiss you. And yes, of course this has been fun, Bellamy. I enjoy sleeping with you, more than I can even begin to express."

Bellamy's hand was stiff in hers.

"But, what else are we supposed to do?"

"What are you saying?" He asked.

"Bellamy, think about it. We can't change the fact that our parents married each other. What are we supposed to do from here? Do we continue to spend the weekends together?"

"Why wouldn't we?" He demanded.

"Are we supposed to just live in a hidden secret for the rest of our lives?" She asked. "I mean, you don't ever want to be with someone that you can bring home and show off?"

"So, you're breaking this off? You're done?" He asked. "This was just a summer fling for you. A dirty secret to tide you over until you found someone else? Someone like Finn?" He spat.

Her heart was slowly breaking into pieces. He was being harsh, and it hurt. "Finn is not related to this. You're not getting my point at all you're just jumping to stupid conclusions and losing your mind! I'm just trying to talk to you, Bell! Do you plan on living as what appears to be a single guy while you fuck me on the side for the rest of your life?"

"I'm not good enough to be with forever?" He opened the door, getting out.

She pushed open her door, watching him walk. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" She screamed. "You're acting like a stupid, spoiled brat! You call me Princess?! Take a look in the fucking mirror! You're really going to storm off in the dark because I asked you to once speak logically and think with the head on your shoulders instead of the one between your legs? After everything?!"

He didn't turn back, just walked father and father. She got into her car, flipping the lights back on and pulling up next to him.

"Get in."

"Is this really what you want? To split up right here? Right now?"

Clarke sighed. "Are you really going to ignore everything I said? I wanted to talk, Bellamy, not scream at your back as you walked away from me."

"Are you ending this?"

"What else can we do?" She asked, pleading. "Please, give me your idea. Your opinion. Tell me what you're thinking!"

He walked around and got in the car. "Let's go, Clarke."

Clarke felt a tear slide down her cheek. Bellamy had hurt her, and she had hurt herself. What else could they do, though? Come out to their parents?