A story in which Bellamy and Clarke become accidental parents (not a pregnancy fic).

When it comes to Clarke, Bellamy likes labels.

Clarke likes it when it's just the two of them, pressed up against each other and wrapped together in the blankets. Their own little cocoon. (Bellarke drabble)

"Clarke, have you ever heard of strip poker?" (Bellarke)

"I can't believe they haven't found out about us yet." (Bellarke)

Monty took a deep breath. "Since you're eighteen now, it's time for you to find…a mate." "A mate," Clarke repeated dumbly. "Yeah. The tingling, or whatever, is going to keep getting worse until you find him. Lincoln said you'll know when he touches you." (Bellarke)

Bellamy, Clarke, and a little under-the-table action at Thanksgiving.

Clarke, as it turns out, is very vocal when Bellamy has his hands on her.

"Well, since you're probably going to see it all soon anyway…" She trails off and starts undressing. (Bellarke, inspired by Jason Derulo's "Trumpets")