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Soap Me Up

He didn't show up that night. She left her apartment exactly how she told him she would. Shoes in the hall, panties on the kitchen floor, glass of water drained by the sink, and her dress on the floor by her bedroom door. She left the bustier on for a while, knowing he'd like to see it when he came in. But then it was eight o'clock and she knew he wasn't coming.

She drew a bath, tossing the bustier across the floor and threw her kimono on before getting her pajamas. She grabbed a bath bomb from the basket next to the tub and tossed it in, the room beginning to smell like roses almost instantly. She loved it and so did Bellamy by how he buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply with a groan. He hasn't touched her in a month and she was aching for him, it was as if he'd ruined her for anyone else.

She pulled her hair up into a bun before stepping into the tub, sinking down under the water to her shoulders, her head falling back against the edge. Closing her eyes she imagined the one time he had joined her, a lilac bath bomb that time, not that he minded, he just prefers the rose. She bought only rose since she figured that out though once he's done with her she won't be able to use them, the smell would remind her of him and it'd crush her.

That night he'd caught her relaxing in the bath, the first time she saw his tender side, the only time. He slipped in behind her, pulling her close and kissed her neck. After the tender kisses on her neck and soft touches on her stomach and thighs he grasped her throat, forcing her to look back at him. "You're gorgeous, baby, don't let anyone tell you different."

"Yes, sir."

"You can use my name, Princess. Say it, I want to hear you say it," he kissed the corner of her mouth gingerly before nibbling her earlobe waiting for the three syllables to pass through her lips.

"Bellamy," it felt personal, like it was made only for her to say and she liked it and only wanted to call him that but he's her boss and he's professional there. There he is "Sir."

"Good girl. You like calling me Bellamy?"

She nodded and his fingers traced up the water and cupped her drying breast, with him behind her they stuck up out of the water, not that she was complaining, she just loved being with him in any capacity.

The water from his hands made her skin slippery as he plucked and plied her erect nipples so he didn't get a grip on them for more than a moment but the friction and the pressure he did manage felt amazing.

It was in that moment, watching him watch himself playing with her nipples, his lips agape that Clarke realized that they've never kissed. "Bellamy," she said again, testing it out this time. She had permission to use it but she didn't want to push him too far.

"Yes, Princess?" His eyes never leaving her breasts.

Clarke grimaced for a moment, thinking that the first time he called her that was a slip but then he did it again and she thought that maybe he's allowing new things tonight, maybe he wants more than he was letting on before. "We've never kissed."

His eyes snapped to hers and she gasped at the intensity, the depth in his eyes. She didn't think he'd react so strongly. "You're right."

"May I ask why?"

"Clarke you're allowed to ask whatever you want but if I don't answer, don't push the matter. And we have maybe not what you're used to but we have."

"Going down on me isn't kissing me, Bellamy, that's cunnilingus. It has its own name." He leaned in and Clarke pulled away. "Don't do it because I asked you to. I want you to want to kiss me. I'm not forcing you into it."