19 Dec 2020

jennickels: (100: bellamy)

Chapter Forty-Six - Out of Options

Clarke wiggles out of her jacket without removing her lips from his all while trying to tear his own jacket from his shoulders. It’s hilarious and erotic, and it makes him love Clarke even more. She laughs into the kiss when they both get stuck. Bellamy quickly pushes her jacket off her arms then squirms out of his own. His hand slides under her shirt and up her back. She tugs on his hair, pulling his lips back to her neck.

God, she’s amazing.

It doesn’t take long before she’s raking her fingers across the burning skin of his chest. She grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Whoa. His hands wander around to her waist. He tightens his grip, lifting her off her feet. Her legs wrap around him as he presses her against the closed door. Her lips trail butterfly kisses across his jaw. If they don’t take this to the bed soon, he’s sure he’ll just combust right here in her arms.

“Clarke,” he says—the name coming out more like a moan. Clarke shivers in his arms, deepening the kiss.

A squelch of static from the radio on his belt startles them both. Clarke jerks, smacking her forehead against his nose.

“Ow,” he mutters, rubbing his bruised appendage.

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