Reckless

Simplest Touch

Chapter 11

Clarke felt the warmth of his bare chest against her smooth cheek as her mind ran through the floor plan of Mount Weather's operation. At first, the images of the white room and the long corridors only appeared when she closed her eyes but now she was seeing the details as she stared towards the entrance of their room. It wasn't just the furniture and dimensions that haunted her thoughts, it was their faces—the faces of her friends. How could she leave them behind? She didn't deserve to sleep...what if they weren't sleeping? "You can't sleep with your eyes wide open, princess." She turned her head up, her hair running across his chin before her lips touched his jaw. "Mmm..." He groaned groggily, "I know you're tired, Clarke. It's not good for you or the baby to pull all-nighters. It creates unnecessary stress." He kissed her hair.
"Little Octavia will be alright. She's used to the stress."
"That's not very comforting and we're not naming the baby after my sister." Bellamy's low voice was a turn on. Hell, everything was a turn on. Her sexual desire peaked with every slow touch and semi-accidental brush of skin.
She pulled away from him so she could see the smile playing across his lips. "What if I make a really compelling argument?" She asked innocently, "Like the baby must be named Octavia for the sake of the population... the research is in and statistics says that is a proven fact."
"The second I review the research, we'll talk." Bellamy chuckled, "I'm actually hoping we have a son. In my experience, girls are harder to raise. They fall in love with tall grounder guys with tattoos—especially the girls named Octavia. How's that for proven facts?"
"Lincoln wouldn't abandon her." Clarke didn't want to joke anymore and Bellamy, realizing his mistake, opened his eyes. "He should have been there."
"It's not your fault that he wasn't, baby." He touched her face with his rough hand, "That's why you're not sleeping?"
She shook her head, "It's not just Lincoln...Monty and Jasper...how can I sleep when they're probably going through hell?"
He sighed, "Because if you don't sleep, you'll be completely useless."
"I'll sleep when I have to...like you have to." She said, "What if I cut you off from sex until you agree to the name?"
"You wouldn't hurt yourself like that." Bellamy said, "Because if earlier tonight was any indication of your new found...well...drive—you're wanting it more than me. I wouldn't be surprised if..." He placed a hand on her thigh, "a simple touch sends you over the edge."
"One would argue that your hand trailing up my thigh, applying just the right amount of pressure is not a simple touch but a deliberate move to tire me out." Clarke kept her cool but her mind was only processing fireworks. She placed a hand over his hand, moving it up her body and back down. She released his hand but he continued to caress her. "I like it when you distract me."
"I know." He purred, "You know what I like?"
"What?"
"Your modified assets...baby looks good on you, princess."
She laughed, "Such a guy...my breast are to feed our child not for you to ogle."
"Right now, they're for me to look at and think...damn, how did I get so lucky?"
"No accidentally get me pregnant?" Clarke snorted, "Yeah...you're inability to pull out doesn't really go under the category of lucky. After I have Little Octavia, we're going to work on safe sex. I'm not going to be the Blake baby factory."
He groaned, "I think I'm awake now."
"Well..." Clarke smirked, "You know what that means, right?"
He kissed her neck, "Mm-hmm, yes. Yes, I think I do."
"We have to discuss a plan to get our friends out." She said, watching him frown. Her arms pulled the blanket over her shoulder, scooting over until she was on top of him. Her knee pressed into his side as she pressed a kiss into the sensitive skin of his neck. "I love you." She said, "Our child, Little Octavia or little boy, will love you too."
"I don't know why you would ever love a man like me." He said, "I don't know how to be a father, Clarke. I help raised Octavia as a child. I've changed...I never say the right thing, anymore. She's mad at me more than she's happy and—"
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do."
"Would you die to protect our child?"
"Yes."
"Then I don't understand how you would think you'd be a bad father. Love and protection are the basics of being a parent. Our baby is the size of a raspberry and I love her...I love her so much and I know I will protect her with everything I have."
"Or him...you know there's like a 50% chance of having a boy, right?"
She tipped her body down, touching his lips with her own. Clarke was only mildly aware of the fire she was starting while his hands hurriedly removed her tight bra. She had to break the kiss to sit up and slide the garment off of her arms and onto the floor. She felt the warmth of his hand pushing her hair over her shoulder as he looked into her beautiful eyes. She could see his dilated pupils, a sure sign of his arousal. His lips turned up as his hand slid down her skin slowly, her blush following his movement. His hand settled over her growing breast, his smile increasing as her nipples pushed into his palm. He started to move his hand, massaging her tenderly. Her head fell back as the sensation pulsed through her body, eliciting a soft moan from her. "I told you...the simplest touch, baby..." He said so quietly, so seductively.
He leaned up, taking her mouth to his and pushing his tongue through her soft lips. She parted her lips for him, moaning once more as his bare chest pressed tightly into hers. Their mouths left hot, sloppy trails on each other's faces. He hissed as she took his lip between her teeth when he threatened to pull away. He felt her fingernails in the back of his neck as she pushed him closer to her.
His fingers pressed into her back to tell her that they couldn't be any closer. He let his hand fall down her back to her waist. He gripped her tightly before she broke their kiss. He looked up at her, his mouth open and his eyes searching her face. She climbed off of him, removing her underwear while he watched her with heavy eyes. He was exhausted but he wanted her. He positioned himself over her, nibbling on her collarbone before he pushed into her slick opening. She was more aroused than usual, that was the first thing he noticed as he started to thrust in and out of her.
The second was how loud she was. He enjoyed it when she was loud, calling his name out in their room as loud as she could without waking anyone else. He was positive that the neighbors knew who lived next door by the time she reached her climax and clawed into his shoulder. Her intoxicating moans and heavy breathing sent him overboard. Her heightened sensitivity would be the death of him...or maybe the frequency of her lust for him would kill him.
All he knew was she curled into his skin and closed her eyes, eventually drifting off into a deep sleep. He smoothed down her messy hair and kissed her head. "I love you, Clarke." He whispered.