Are you still accepting Bellarke smut prompts?? If yes, could you please please write a part 3 of the exhibitionist drabbles??? You know something about what happens when they're finally not in front of the computer?? :)
Bellamy’s bed was huge, at least twice the size of her own. They could each lay spread-eagle on the mattress and maintain their personal space with ease. It was quite fortunate, really, because it allowed for them to do what Clarke wanted, what she had whispered salaciously in his ear as he drove them to his house at breakneck speed.
Before that, of course, she had explained everything. Watching him, making the connection at the bar, growing to care for him, being utterly terrified of him finding out the truth and thinking she was crazy. He had just laughed when she was finished, all of her doubts melting away when he grabbed her hand over the console and brought it to his lips.
Once that initial awkwardness wore off, a new feeling settled in: Lust.
It was only fitting, Clarke thought, to end this how it all started.
Watching each other.