bellamy blake (whoweneedtobe) wrote in cityofangelenos, @ 2016-03-15 10:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! scene, 100: bellamy blake (whoweneedtobe), 100: clarke griffin (borninspace) |
who: Bellamy whoweneedtobe & Clarke borninspace
what: Awkward Morning After thanks to a drunken hook-up!
when: Late morning/early afternoon?
where: Clarke's apartment.
rating: PG-13
The pounding in his head pulled him from sleep. For several minutes, he tried to convince himself that if he just didn't move, the pain would go away. It was an idea that proved wildly ineffective and so, instead, he tried to piece together how he ended up asleep in the first place. The way the bed felt reminded him he wasn't in Arkadia. He was in... Los Angeles? Where was that? California. Was it the capitol? That didn't matter. Bellamy tried to keep his mind on task, unwilling to open his eyes against any possible light just yet. Okay, Los Angeles. Back in time. The idea made his headache seem to grow. He had been drinking last night - a rarity for him.
Then he remembered Kane and Lincoln and Sinclair. He remembered Monty's fear and the realization that he'd made a terrible mistake in trusting Pike. Bellamy forced his eyes open then, unwilling to go down that path. As his eyes opened and Bellamy slowly sat up, that's when the evening finally caught up with him. He froze, suddenly hyper aware that he wasn't wearing nearly the same amount of clothing he'd started the evening in. He took in a steadying breath and actually found himself hoping what he thought happened had actually just been a dream. But all it took was a glance to his side and he exhaled heavily. Oh no.
Clarke was asleep next to him and his heart stuttered when he remembered exactly why they were currently in this position. Too much alcohol. Too many feelings - probably on his part. Bellamy swallowed back the urge to swear and carefully ran a hand over his face. He needed to get out of here. He let himself linger too long, gaze sweeping over her sleeping form, before he shook his head, as if to clear it. Nope. He needed to leave. Now. Before she woke up and before this ended up being way, way too awkward. And painful. And just, all around, not good. Where was his shirt?