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I'm sorry but I have to ask...what on Earth is a pillsbury man?!
FALSJDLKF something i should not have kept going
first of all, let me go on record saying i love Skylar Astin. but he also has the kind of face that it feels like if you poked his cheek it would be like poking the pillsbury dough boy in his stomach. (i also think he would do the little ‘hmhmm!’ giggle)
Okay, so I loved "fill it up + throw it down" so much that I went back and read everything of yours that I could find on AO3 and holy shit you are such a phenomenal writer!!!!!! I'm in awe of you and in love with your fics, write on, my fellow Jeresa lover!!!!! 😘❤
Ahhhh THANK YOU this is so sweet. I cannot stop smiling and am probably gonna shed a few happy tears about this later b/c this is not only my first ever ask about my writing but also one of the nicest things someone has ever said about it! THANK YOU SO MUCH for your kind words. I plan hope to have some new Jeresa fics up soon–it IS getting close to Cartel Carols season, after all…. 😉 ❤
So I’ll sing Hallelujah
Happy Belated Birthday @frecklessbellamy!
For the prompt thing - Bellarke + "is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" (I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with this one) 😉😙
Hehe this was fun, thanks Elly <3 {read on ao3}
As far as academic conferences went this one had been extremely grueling, though not without its merits. It wasn’t exactly why Bellamy had gone into education, but if Kane wanted his favorite teachers to attend endless lectures on integrating technology into the classroom and the powers of student driven learning, he’d go along with it.
By the last panel Friday afternoon, Bellamy was just looking forward to taking a shower and collapsing in his own bed. He thought of little else from the time he boarded his flight, and when the airport shuttle finally pulled up outside his house he was so fixated that he didn’t notice the strange set of keys on the entryway table.
He dropped his bags in the living room and immediately headed for the shower. The hot steam cleansed his soul of the inane conversations he’d been forced to overhear on the plane ride home when his iPod had died. The apartment had been dark and still when he arrived, which meant Murphy was probably spending the night at Emori’s. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
Wrapping a towel around his waist and gathering his belongings from the living area, Bellamy dropped his bag inside the door of his room and turned on the light. Sleep could not come too soon.
The second the lights flicked on, he realized he wasn’t alone. The bed was unmade, like he’d left it. What he hadn’t been expecting was for it to be occupied.
Tousled blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and sheets grabbed in panic to her chest…he was face to face with an apparently naked Clarke Griffin.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? I live here, this is my bedroom…what are you doing here?”
Clarke flushed and clutched the sheets until her knuckles went white. “I…Murphy said you wouldn’t be back until Saturday night.”
“Do you always sleep in my bed when I go out of town, or just on special occasions?”
“I don’t…my place is being fumigated this weekend, and since you were going to be out of town I thought, Murphy said I could crash here until you got back. I was going to leave tomorrow morning, you’d never even know I was here.”
“That’s creepy.”
“I just mean,” Clarke rolled her eyes, “it wouldn’t have been an imposition.”
“Mhmmm. Well I guess that explains why you’re in my bed, though it doesn’t explain why you’re naked…”
“You’re one to talk!” Clarke shot back, giving his entire body a sweeping look. “That towel is…not doing a whole lot. And I’m not naked,” she pulled down the sheets to reveal the strap of a worn tank top.
Bellamy chuckled and adjusted his towel slightly. “Ok. Fine. Neither of us are technically naked.”
He took a seat at his desk without exposing himself, not an easy accomplishment, and noted with pleasure that Clarke was fighting to keep her gaze at a respectable height.
“So what are we going to do now?”
“I’ll go crash with Raven at Shaw’s, I guess…”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“Well, we’re not going to share your twin bed, Bellamy. Seriously, what grown ass man sleeps in a bed this small? What do you do with overnight guests?”
“My ‘overnight guests’ aren’t usually as demanding as you, Clarke.”
Clarke rolled her eyes again. “Yeah, ok. Seriously, you need a real bed. This is barely big enough for one person.”
“It’s big enough for you. I’ll crash on the couch.”
“Now you’re being stupid. I can go sleep in Murphy’s room, I guess.”
“Murphy hasn’t washed his sheets in at least three months. Why do you think he’s always at Emori’s?”
Clarke wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Bellamy said magnanimously, standing up and moving to his dresser. He rifled around for some comfortable clothes, feeling Clarke’s eyes on his back. He turned around. “You’re not going to fight me on that? You could at least pretend.”
Clarke shrugged. “I mean, I’m already here…”
He snorted. “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”
“You really don’t mind?”
“I mind a little.”
Clarke considered. “I guess I can live with that.”
Bellamy laughed and grabbed his phone charger out of his bag. “Have a good night, Clarke.”
Clarke smirked. “I will.”
—
Bellamy woke the next morning to the smell of strong coffee. Clarke was standing over the stove, holding a spatula.
“I didn’t know you could cook.”
Clarke turned, grinning. “I can’t. But I can toast bread and scramble eggs with moderate competency. Hungry?”
Bellamy sat up and stretched. “Starving.”
“Good. Breakfast’s almost ready. You still take your coffee black?”
“Mhmmm. Thanks.”
“So what I still don’t understand,” Clarke said over a bite of toast, “is why you arrived home a full day early.”
“I didn’t. Murphy got the days wrong, I guess.”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“You sound suspicious.”
“Of Murphy? Absolutely.”
“What possible ulterior motives could he have?”
“Just general fuckery,” Clarke shrugged. “Anyway, I’ll be out of your hair soon. I just got a text from our landlord, we can move back in this afternoon.”
“It’s nine a.m. What are you going to do until then?”
“I dunno. Murder Murphy, maybe.”
“He’s not worth it.“ Bellamy’s eyes darted from Clarke’s face to his plate and back, trying to deny the sudden nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. “If you’re free, I could use help with something.”
Clarke narrowed her eyes. “Help with what?”
“I was thinking about buying a new bed. You know, now that you’ve ruined mine with your Clarkeness.”
“Moron. Most people would consider themselves lucky to find me naked in their beds.”
“You weren’t naked, remember?”
“Not that time.”
Bellamy almost choked on his coffee and Clarke dramatically patted him on the back.
“There, there. Are you really going to buy a new bed?”
“Yeah, I mean…you weren’t wrong. I’m twenty-five. It might be time.”
“It’s definitely time. Come on, if we hurry we can still make the best garage sales. You never know what kind of deals you’ll find. ”
“Ok, but we’re definitely buying a new mattress.”
“Obviously.” Clarke gathered her hair up into a ponytail, and headed back to his bedroom. “Frame first, then mattress.”
She emerged a moment later wearing jeans and an oversized tee.
“Is that my shirt?”
“Yeah, I figure if I ruin this you’ll let me take you clothes shopping too. Your wardrobe needs serious help, Bellamy.”
“I’m not made of money! And my wardrobe is fine.”
“You own the same two shirts in four colors. That’s it.”
“Whatever. I know what I like.”
“You like boring things.”
“Maybe. I also, for some reason, like annoying blondes who have way too many opinions on my personal life.”
Clarke paused by the front door. “Like…as friends?”
Bellamy hesitated too, biting his lip. “Not exactly. Wasn’t that obvious?”
She turned back slowly, a funny expression on her face. “I mean, I wasn’t sure…”
“Well, now you know…” He shoved his hands into his pockets and fixed his eyes on the floor. “If you don’t want to go shopping that’s fine, I can forage out on my own. Might be better, since I know you’ll be obnoxious about what styles and sizes are acceptable—“
Suddenly Clarke was right in front of him, and she was resting her hands on his chest, and then—
He was kissing her, and she was kissing him back, and they were leaving a trail of clothes on their way to his bedroom.
Clarke very thoughtfully refrained from critiquing his mattress until they’d finished fucking, and she was laying back in the crook of his arm while he played with her hair.
“We could get really good at this if you had a better set up here, I’m just saying.”
Bellamy snorted. “I think we did just fine.”
Clarke propped herself up on her elbow. “Fine, yes. Excellent even. I’m talking really mind blowing, acrobatic sex—”
“We had to be pretty acrobatic at one point…”
But the covers had fallen away from Clarke’s breasts and Bellamy found himself slightly too distracted to carry on a verbal conversation.
“Well,” she continued, after round two. “We missed most of the good yard sales. I say we try again next Saturday. We can find you a good deal, we just have to start looking early enough.”
“Ok.” Bellamy ran his thumb over her cheek. “Next Saturday morning. It’s a date.”
“We’re going to have sex at my place in the meantime. My entire left side is cramping. This bed is tiny, how do you live like this? How do you get laid like this?”
“It’s a daily struggle.”
“Yeah. Daily. Sure.”
“In my defense, we just had sex twice.”
“I remember. You still think I’m annoying?”
“Yeah, but I’m not gonna hold it against you. You still think I’m a moron?”
“Mmmm…I may have to reconsider.”
“Keep me posted on your decision.” Bellamy pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Somehow, despite the lack of room and lumpy mattress, Clarke managed to drift off to sleep a few minutes after Bellamy did. Murphy found them there when he arrived home that afternoon. If he did take a photo, it was only to prove to Raven that he’d won the bet.
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