Bellarke one shots- smuts

You are tense

Everyone gathers in the living room while Raven navigates the video library, and after a vote, settles on Robo Cop. Clarke is the last to come into the living room and glances around for an open seat. Her friends are settling in comfortably on the sofa and various spots on the floor. Bellamy, unsurprisingly, is stretched out over the entire loveseat. She feels a stab of annoyance when she sees him taking up unnecessary space, especially since there's nowhere for her to sit. She doesn't realize she's been staring until he raises a challenging eyebrow. The urge to strangle him wars with the urge to straddle his lap and kiss that infuriating smirk off his face.

That compulsion probably has something to do with their little arrangement.

Both Clarke and Bellamy decided it would be best to keep things under wraps, given that it's new, and they haven't really defined it. The last thing they need is commentary from their friends while they attempt to navigate this uncharted territory. She thinks maybe it falls under "friends with benefits." But, they haven't really talked about it beyond the agreement that it's something they don't want to share with the group.

After brief consideration, she decides she doesn't want to deal with the potential awkwardness of asking him to scoot over. Oh, that's one of the bigger changes she's noticed since they started fucking. She can't seem to act normal around him anymore. Gone is the witty banter, replaced by uncomfortable silences and awkward expressions. For that reason alone, she thinks maybe she should regret their decision to fuck on the down-low, but she can't. Because sex with Bellamy is absolutely mind-blowing. Nobody has ever been able to play her body the way he does. She's never had a partner bring her to that plane of pleasure or make her so dizzy with want. Just thinking about it is turning her on, which is really inconvenient, given the fact that all of their friends are sitting in the living room, oblivious to the thick sexual tension between her and Bellamy.

Clarke gives him a glare as she passes him, which he returns with a knowing smirk. She refuses to admit that his smile is the reason her heart just skipped a beat. She hears the sound of shifting cushions and turns her head to see Bellamy scoot over to make room. He pats the seat next to him in invitation and she nods with a sigh and hesitantly sits down. She crosses her legs away from him in an effort to make some space between them, but the small size of the love seat makes physical contact inevitable. She's pretty sure that the more they touch, the harder it will be to keep her hands to herself. He has that effect…

He chuckles, "I'm not gonna bite." His voice reaches a low register, quiet so only she can hear him, "…unless you want me to."

Clarke bites her lip to try and quash a needy groan. The resulting sound is a strained whimper that attracts Raven's attention. Clarke mouths"Sorry" with a shrug and Raven faces the TV with a dramatic roll of her eyes. She feels Bellamy settle more comfortably into the cushions, and in her peripheral vision, she sees him stretch his arm out and rest it on the back of the sofa. She debates whether she should just lean back and embrace this. The other option is to spend the next two hours seated in an awkward position just to (futilely) avoid contact with him. That sounds unnecessarily exhausting, so she settles into his side, hyperaware of the way her hair catches on the crook of his elbow.

Bellamy's voice is gentle but teasing, "You're tense, Clarke." She turns to face him and is met with blown-out pupils and an inexplicably seductive raised eyebrow.

A scowl forms on her features as she bites back, "You don't say."

He chuckles softly, which irritates her even more. How can he be this relaxed while she feels wound-up like a top?