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Bellamy is cutting firewood, shirtless and dripping sweat while she forces herself to gather as many plants as she can, when she says it. He’s been ranting about Greek vs. Roman mythology for nearly ten minutes, content to list off all he has to say as Clarke throws in only the occasional comment, and as he releases a particularly dramatic huff, Clarke finds she can’t contain the laughter that pulses out of her, rich and sharp.
“Why are you laughing?” Clarke shakes her head at him, rolling her eyes because for some reason she can never seem to stop herself from doing it around him.
“You’re just such a nerd.” Bellamy huffs again and Clarke feels a puerile giggle float out of her, surprising them both with the sweetness of it. “I can’t seem to imagine how in the world you got all those girls to sleep with you that first month is all.”
The instant the words are out of her mouth, a smirk spreads across his face that has her regretting ever uttering the phrase. It’s practically feral, and Clarke knows that whatever Bellamy has planned it’s wickedly dangerous. His eyes trail slowly over her, dragging over her like she’s a statue he’d spend hours staring at, like every inch of her is worth keeping his eyes there for a little too long. Wherever his eyes go, Clarke feels a heat follow, her skin sizzling as he eyes her headily and approaches.
“Oh princess,” Bellamy begins, the nickname flowing out of his mouth like honey, “you just started a game you really shouldn’t have.”
“Oh yea?” Clarke swallows and it feels deafening in her ears. “And what game is that?”
Bellamy’s eyes are locked on hers as his hand comes up and trails slowly over Clarke’s arm. Her lips purse the slightest bit at the action, but she doesn’t shift out of his way. “Just going to prove you wrong again.”
“It wasn’t a challenge, Bellamy.” Clarke finally comes to her senses, snapping her body out of his reach. His smirk grows, his mouth staying closed as he turns away from her and moves back to the firewood.
Clarke isn’t even all that sure what just happened, what’s going to happen, but she is sure of one thing.
She is so royally fucked.