The 100 Imagines/Preferences

Waking Up

BELLAMY

You felt light kisses being pressed to your neck, and it shook you awake. As your eyes fluttered open, you became aware of a set of arms around you. You turned, groaning slightly, as Bellamy's fingertips lightly traced patterns on your arms, goosebumps rising to the surface.

'(Y/N) wake up'

'Come on Bellamy' you whined 'Can't we just sleep for a little while longer?'

'We have to go, the grounders aren't waiting'

You buried yourself in his chest mumbling '5 more minutes'

Bellamy couldn't resist. His hands stroked your hair, gently coaxing you out of your hiding place in his shirt. His lips lifted into a smile as you pressed your mouth to his, hands brushing back his unruly curls.

'I hate to say this, but we have to get up now'

'Fine' you groaned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. He pressed his lips to yours again, hands cupping the sides of your face, before pulling you up and out of bed.

'Come on (y/n), the day awaits'

MURPHY

You woke up, and the first thing that registered was how sore you were. The second was the fact that you were naked, covered only in a thin sheet. The third was that the infamous John Murphy was sleeping next to you.

Stunned, you couldn't think of anything better to do than to shove him as far away from you as possible. He woke with a start as you sat up, covering yourself with the sheet.

'(Y/N) what the fuck?!' he yelled.

 You matched his volume 'Why am I here? What happened? Where are my clothes?'

He didn't respond, just blinked at you sleepily, face impassive.

'Goddamit Murphy where are my clothes?!'

'You don't remember?'

'Remember what?'

He smirked, and your eyes landed on the dark purple marks littering the side of his neck.

'SHIT' you groaned, flopping back onto the blankets. 

You can't believe that at some point last night, in a drunken frenzy no doubt, you let John Murphy, THE John Murphy, into your bed, and you two... fuck you were going to kill Monty and Jasper. You reached for the nearest shirt and pulled it over your head. You only realized it was Murphy's when it was too late. His eyebrows lifted slightly, but you couldn't back down now. You pushed yourself up and stumbled slightly as your legs nearly gave from under you. Murphy crossed his arms, looking smug

'Don't say it' you growled, pacing around the tent, frantically running your hands through your hair

'I wasn't going to say anything!' he protested. You ignored him

'How do I not remember anything?'

You slumped back onto the blankets as Murphy sat up, turning to face you. You narrowed your eyes

'If you roofied me I will beat you up'

'Roofied? It was purely consensual. As I recall...'

His fingertips grazed over the marks on your neck, and your breath caught

'You even begged for it'

Heart racing, you pushed him over and pinned him down on the covers, ignoring the flush of heat to your face.