“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.” + bellarke :)
She rushes in, gold hair flying behind her, and almost knocks him straight on the ground.
“What the hell?”
Clarke pushes away from him with one hand and starts unbuckling her pants with the other.
Bellamy’s eyes widen, taking in her now bare legs as she hops around on one foot to pull them off.
“Okay, I repeat, what the hell?“
Clarke motions for him to start unbuckling his belt. “Hey! Give me your pants. I need them.”
“You need what now?”
She sighs in exasperation. “Come on! Quick, give me your pants!” When he doesn’t budge she rolls her eyes. “I have a meeting with the council members and I just fell in a giant mud puddle because of this stupid rain!”
When he looks down he sees that yes, Clarke’s pants are covered in mud, but that still doesn’t explain why she wants his.
“Why can’t you just go get another pair?”
Clarke glares at him, but honestly it’s impossible to take her seriously when she’s fully dressed from the waist up and but is wearing only a pair of tight shorts on the bottom. And no, he’s not a good enough guy to not check out her legs at least once but thanks for asking.
“Because I don’t have time to run all the way back down to get my stuff. Bellamy, please?”
She looks up at him from under her lashes and he groans, throws open the buckle on his belt and shimmies out of his jeans. Clarke gives this annoyingly cute little clap and he rolls his eyes so he won’t smile.
“You owe me,” he says seriously as he hands over his pants and she nods as she pulls them up over her legs.
“Thank you!” She practically runs out of the room, the pants way too long but they still somehow look good on her.
He radios for Jasper to grab him a change of clothes and when his friend walks in and sees Bellamy standing pissed off and pants-less he almost falls over from laughing. Before he can even open his mouth Bellamy holds up a hand to stop him.
“Don’t even ask,” Bellamy mumbles as he yanks the pants from Jasper’s hands.
“Don’t need to,” Jasper says, tears of laughter still glistening in his eyes. “It’s gotta be because of Clarke.”
Bellamy goes to shoo him away but before Jasper reaches the door he calls his name.
“How did you know it was about Clarke?”
Jasper looks at him like he’s an idiot, which is probably fair. “Because you’d do anything for Clarke.”
Bellamy stews on that for probably a little too long before coming to a conclusion.
He definitely would.