Reckless

Chapter 1

Clarke closed her eyes—opened them again. Then, closed her eyes once more. She was truly exhausted but plagued with the constant inability to find rest. The soft grass beneath her body wasn't comforting her into a beautiful, light sleep. Its cool nature should have soothed her aching skin and lulled her to sleep but her body refused to let go... most likely because her head was screaming that sleep was a waste of valuable time. She could be looking for medical supplies. She could be organizing or discussing strategy. If she didn't have to sleep—"Clarke." She heard Bellamy moan her name. She lifted her head, peeking at him from across the fire. It was odd sleeping near him and his presence could be a reason she was finding it hard to rest. Bellamy made the executive decision to split up their search group to cover more ground without asking her beforehand, dismissing her with a hand gesture. They were supposed to meet back at the river by noon tomorrow. A part of her was grateful that she did not have to deal with Finn and Raven but she was mostly annoyed that Bellamy disrespected her. He was supposed to value her opinion as a co-leader, he was supposed to ask her first.
Concerned that he was hurt and kept his condition a secret, a common thing when it came to Bellamy, she crawled across the grass to him. Her hand hovered over his forehead to check for a fever. She watched as his lips moved, her name falling from his mouth again in a throaty moan. Her eyes widened when she realized he was sleeping peacefully—there was nothing physically wrong with him.
"Hey jackass, I'm right here." She whispered, her eyes scanning his serene features. Envious of his ability to fall out of consciousness, she angrily asked him, "Why the hell are you dreaming about me?" Clarke reflexively leaned her ear towards his mouth so she could catch his words. He practically groaned her name, sending a shiver up her spine at how loud he was. "Bellamy." She called, her voice rough and flustered as she tried to wake him. How could he affect her like this? She felt a "minor" tingle in the lower regions of her body when he released a soft groan in response. What happened to Bellamy being repulsive? What happened to her annoyance? She shook his body because she couldn't tolerate it anymore. "Bellamy!"
"What?" His eyelids flew open, his arms moving quickly so he could prop himself up on his elbows. His eyes examined their location quickly before he protectively grabbed her wrist, "Grounders? Clarke...answer me? Are you okay?" Her words failed her as she tried to comprehend why he cared so much.
"No." Clarke shook her head before moving her eyes to the crushed pieces of grass around their bodies. Even in the dark, the grass was beautiful—Earth was beautiful. "You were talking in your sleep...I just...I couldn't..."
"Oh." Bellamy was staring at her, watching the faint blush move up her skin as she recalled how it made her feel...how it felt to hear her name on his lips. She tried to steady her thoughts, exhaling as she focused on the important things. The camp. The campers. Her chin tilted towards the sky as she thought about the events of Earth. She knew the Ark was failing, but how could they? How could they send them to the ground? Children...they were only children. How would it be when they came down to Earth? Would they see the beauty the way she did? Would her mother marvel at the night sky? Would she find the slick dampness of the grass relaxing? Her thoughts were starting to give her a headache—it seemed like there was not a safe-haven when it came to her mind. Between surviving, her complicated relationship with her mother and the Ark failing... it was too much.
"What were you dreaming about?" She turned her attention back to Bellamy because she needed a distraction despite the awkwardness of the conversation. Maybe he was hurt? Maybe it wasn't a sex dream.
"Nothing." He cleared his throat, squinting his eyes momentarily before saying "I can't remember..." Clarke cursed Bellamy in her head. Why couldn't he lie better? She knew he could lie better than that.
"Bellamy..." She let his name hang in the air until the wind touched her blonde hair, letting it fly in the opposite direction. She inhaled the chill, the freshness running through her nose and filling her body until she could ask the question again. "What were you dreaming about?"
He faked annoyance, "I told you I can't remember. Stop prying, Clarke. Mind your own business."
"What were you dreaming about?" She was on her knees, leaning closer to him as a way of intimidation. Clarke did not realize that the view down her shirt wasn't intimidating, it was arousing. She expected him to respond with animosity but his calloused hands gripped the side of her face. He waited for her to respond with disgust, annoyance, something she was supposed to respond with. She didn't. He brought his face closer to hers until his nose pressed to the side of hers. She noticed his lips were hard against hers—needy and forceful. She moved closer to him until their clothed bodies were pressed together with such force that she thought they could meld. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in the unruly curls on the nape of his neck as her hot pant touched his cheek when she attempted to breathe. He bit her lip upon returning, which was unexpected but accepted urgently. Her lips parted, another gasp moving through her when he massaged her tongue with his.
She didn't know what she was doing—she didn't want to know what she was doing...she just wanted to do it. She smirked, breaking their kiss, and pushed at his chest so he would lay flat against the ground. Her legs moved to straddle him—distantly, she thought about how she hoped she appeared sexy rather than completely inexperienced. What if he didn't like it? Was she taking this too far? The look in his brown eyes said he wanted her. He craved her. She reclaimed his lips as his hands gripped her hips tightly before he started leaving a trail of need up her lower back. He drew circles into her skin, lightly at first, before he pressed harder into her. She moaned into their kiss because it felt so good.
Bellamy moved his head, breaking the kiss. He huskily warned her, "Unless you want to go farther than this tonight, Princess, don't make that noise again." It was like she had one night to live—this was normal, this was what normal teenagers did, right? They had regrettable sex or at least, reckless sex. She wanted to be impulsive. She grinded down on him, feeling the hardness between her thighs. She felt like she was heating up too fast...was she supposed to react this way? She took in a deep breath before she closed the distance again—ignoring his warning completely.
She felt his hands moving up and down her while she controlled their kisses—first softly, then tenderly, then pure lascivious want. Their animated noises beaconing throughout the small clearing were the only thing they could hear—the crickets, the rustle of leaves were all covered by her soft moans and Bellamy's encouragements. Bellamy's hands slid up her hips revealing more and more of her creamy ivory skin. His thumb rested near her navel while their tongues battled for dominance. He tasted like the berries they ate for dinner and Bellamy—just Bellamy and his manly, self-reliant, dauntless attitude. She liked his taste. She basked in that taste for a long time before Bellamy pulled her shirt over her head. She paused, normally she didn't feel self-conscience but seeing him in all of his attractive glory, she felt extremely less. He brushed aside her hair from her face and mused, "You're perfect, Clarke." She knew that he was the master of charisma. He could be lying...
Her cheeks were tainted with a red blush, "You don't mean that."
"Baby, I'm so turned on right now by how alluring you are... I swear you're perfect." He took action, flipping her on to her back. "And I'm going to prove it to you." Clarke was gorgeous to him. Far more attractive than anyone he'd ever been with before. Those soft curves made him completely crazy. He placed open mouth kisses over the edges of her bra and then on the exposed skin of her breast. He reached behind her back and unclasped her black bra, tossing it beside her head. A loud moan vibrated through her lips when his mouth connected with the bud of her nipple. His teeth scraped over her skin, the roughness and the gentleness blending as she closed her eyes.
He thoroughly enjoyed making her moan like that as if she'd never been touched before. She was gripping at his hair, trying to keep him focused on that spot but he brought his head up as a thought crossed his mind, "Clarke..." He cleared his throat and began speaking, "Are you a virgin?"
"No." She answered, blushing a dark color—her eyes searching his as if she had something to be ashamed of. It was funny, really, because Bellamy was far from virginal. "I've been with Finn."
"Finn?" That annoyed him a bit because it was Finn. "Anyone else?"
"No." She replied, her eyebrows furrowing. Bellamy's annoyance faded away when he thought about how Clarke was reacting to his every touch... like she'd never been touched like that. And who was he to judge her? He brushed away his pride because he wanted her—he wanted her so bad. His hand swept across her face, softer than she expected it to be as he accepted her and she accepted him. She became more aware of his arousal. She guided his shirt off of his arms—those big, sexy arms. She watched him roll of her body to take off his pants. Her eyes follow the worn material as it moved down his legs along with his underwear. She didn't want her stare to linger as her heartbeat became irregular—he was endowed, honestly, and the former virgin in her returned.
Of course, every girl has this moral obligation to lie about the size of their partner to their face. But seriously, Bellamy was the biggest she'd ever seen (not that she was going around gawking at every male's manhood.) Her first time with Finn was the only comparison she had when it came to sex and it was absolutely horrible if she was being honest with herself—in the moment, it was great...but afterwards...
She pushed the thought out of her head as she unbuttoned her own pants, sliding her jeans down her legs. Bellamy wasted no time pressing their bare chests against one another, his lips touching her neck in anticipation.
The sensitive hairs on the back of her neck were pulled as he tangled his fingers in her waves, "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice low and soft as he studied her. She didn't want to tell him that she was worried—she didn't want to sound like a child. She explicitly kissed him, telling him "come-and-get-me" with her hungry touches. Her fears subsided when he returned the embrace immediately. He asked her, his eyes still trying to find disgust in hers, "Are you ready?" She nodded, allowing his hand to move her knee over. He positioned himself, slowly pushing into her. A small groan escaped his lips as he felt the tightness of her around him. "God..."
Her back arched, pushing her breast to his chest as he pushed in and out slowly. He was testing the waters and making sure that he wouldn't hurt her by going too rough- even though he wanted to ravish her. Clarke was testing the waters too. She brought her leg up around his legs so he would push deeper. She pushed her head into the grass when she started moaning louder and louder. At least she wasn't the only one making loud sounds. Bellamy's face was sweaty like their bodies and his face was flustered. No smirk, no cockiness- just vulnerability as he thrust into her repeatedly. He decided to speed up when she dug her nails into his back. "Bellamy!" She started saying his name over and over again in a pleasurable groan while she neared her climax.
Clarke felt his body tensing, "Clarke." He moaned into her neck. She felt him spasm and finally release himself into her. She panted underneath him for a long time before he rolled off of her. She told herself to calm down- don't say anything about the experience. She started dressing herself having to reach over his breathless naked form to grab her shirt. They barely made eye-contact. In fact, his eyes were closed so they didn't have to make eye contact.
There it was... the awkward post-sex tango. Tomorrow morning was going to be fantastic with him. "You should get dressed." She told him, "You don't want to get cold and you don't want to be taken by grounders while naked." She didn't look at him when she talked.
Bellamy sat up, side-glancing at her while she put her shirt over her head. He thought about how his lips graced her skin minutes ago. He started throwing on his clothes. "Princess..."
"We don't have to talk about it." She said. Am I that bad? I knew he wasn't being truthful about how I looked... Dammit, what the hell is wrong with me? Having sex with him? Am I sick in the head or just fucking stupid?
"I don't regret it." Bellamy informed her, "Not a second of it. I'm just tired, baby... I'm just tired."
His new nickname for her was a common nickname but it was one that had meaning. "Okay." She said, trying to settle down after her irrational fears took hold of her brain. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. She turned into him, pressing her head into his neck.
Bellamy fell asleep first, his head sinking down to her shoulder while he snored. She tucked underneath him and closed her eyes until she was sound asleep.