#destined to be wheezing in the dust at her feet lol

[sushigirlali]

Bellarke + "Well that's pretty rude of you to say" and/or "Do you trust me?"

Prompt: “Well that’s pretty rude of you to say" and/or “Do you trust me?”

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Clarke Griffin [Bellarke]

Continuity: Modern AU

Rating: T+

A/N: I had way too much fun with this one lol See if you can pick out all the references XD

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For: @craniumhurricane​

Love: sushigirlali

Ride Or Die

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Clarke’slong legs burned as she barreled down the street, determined to evade capture. She’dalready been busted for graffiti twice, so if she got caught again, there was areal possibility she’d go to jail. Judge Jaha would just love that. He’sbeen looking for an excuse to lock me up for years.

Slingingher heavy drawstring backpack over her shoulder, Clarke briefly contemplatedtossing the evidence but knew she’d have a hard time defending herself in courtif the cops were to find it; her prints were all over the bag and its contents,after all.

Chancinga look behind her, Clarke realized that she’d managed to lose the officer who’dchased her from the scene. If she could get out of the area before he called inthe cavalry, she’d be home free.

“Now’syour chance, Clarke, move it,” she huffed, dodging pedestrians as she zoomeddown the crowded sidewalk. No one seemed to be paying her any mind, likelybecause her black leggings and mocha tank top gave the impression that she wasjust an innocent jogger, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Cuttingbehind the next building she passed, Clarke crossed the road and entered adeserted alleyway, intending to put as much distance between herself andpotential witnesses as possible. But no sooner had she turned the corner than afigure in all black smacked right into her, taking her to the ground.

“Oof!”Clarke groaned, dropping her bag and landing flat on her back.

“Oh,shit!” a husky voice swore. “I didn’t see you there! Are you okay?”

“I—am—not,”she wheezed, trying to catch her breath as she stared up into the softest browneyes she’d ever seen. The guy who’d collided with her was braced above her onall fours, his wavy coffee colored hair flowing free around his handsome face. Well,hello.

“Sorry,”he said again, more softly this time, clearly doing some looking of his own,“I’m—“

Thecrackle of a nearby police radio stunned them both into silence. “This isOfficer Miller, requesting backup. We have two suspects on foot, heading westtowards Logan Circle. My partner and I were separated while pursuing them. Pleaseadvise.”

“They’reafter me!” they hissed in unison. Then, “Wait, they’re after you?!”

Confused,Clarke opened her mouth to start doling out questions, but her fellow criminal beather to it. “Looks like they’re after us, Princess, so what’d you do?” heasked with a conspiratorial grin.

“Princess?Really?” Clarke shot him a look, but answered anyway to expedite the situation.“All I did was tag some asshole’s car,” she said shortly, nodding toward her backpack.“You?”

“Swipedsome food from a fancy grocery store,” he replied. “Unfortunately, I dropped itall on the way here.”

Shecould tell there was more to the story, but now wasn’t the time to makefriends; there was no telling when more cops would show up, or where theofficer’s partner was. Coming to her senses, Clarke grunted, “Get off me!” andshoved the stranger backward.

“Hey!I said I was sorry!” he yelped, scrambling off her and holding his hands up insupplication. “You alright?”

Clarkedusted off her clothes and put her backpack on. “Yeah, just peachy.”

“Here,”he said, shaking his head in amusement, “let me help you.”

Hesitantlyaccepting his offer, she tried not to notice how warm his skin was as he leaneddown and pulled her to her feet. Stop it, Clarke, you don’t even know him.He could be a total creep.

“OfficerMiller?” The tagger and the thief froze as a dispatcher responded to the policeofficer hovering just out of sight. “Back up is on the way. What’s your preciselocation?”

“Thanks,dispatch. I’m on the corner of…”

“Wegotta move,” the man said quietly, still holding her hand.

“What?”she snapped, shaking him off. “What do you mean ‘we?’ ”

“Forsome reason they think we’re together, so it’s probably best that we team upfor now,” he explained. “I can get us out of this, but you’re going to have totrust me.”

Therewere a thousand reasons to refuse, to knock him down and run in the oppositedirection, but something told her that she could put her faith in this man. Somethingfoolish, no doubt. “Alright.”

“Thisway,” he instructed, leading her back the way he’d come. They jogged down thealley between two huge apartment buildings until they reached the next road.Her newfound accomplice peaked out from behind the closest building, makingsure the coast was clear. “Come on, it’s safe.”

“Whichway now?”

“Right.The cop said they were tracking us west, so let’s head north for now.”

Keepingon his tail, Clarke instinctively knew that if she wanted to get out of thisjam, she’d have to stick with the man in black. He carried himself like asolider, tactical and quick on his feet, but he looked pretty young to alreadybe ex-military. If they managed to get away, she’d have to ask him about it.

“I’m Bellamy, by the way,” hecalled over his shoulder.

“Clarke,” she returned.

“Clarke,” he repeated. “I likeit.”

“I don’t care,” she said wryly.“Where are we going?”

“I parked my bike in an alley onfifth,” Bellamy panted, picking up his pace. “It’s close, so if we can just getthere…”

They were on third now, only twoblocks away. Hope bloomed in Clarke’s chest. “Okay! I’m right behind you!”

Bellamy ducked down a side street onthe left, sprinting past the dumpsters and debris littering the way. Matchinghis hurried steps, Clarke ignored the stitch in her side as they neared theirdestination, unwilling to be the reason they got caught. Anything you can do, I can do better… she hummed to herself.

“We’re here!” Bellamy said scantminutes later, sliding to a halt in front of a large wooden palette. “Give me ahand, will you?”

Clarke nodded, moving forward toassist him as she tried to control her harsh breathing. “What do you want me todo?”

“Lift the left side and I’ll getthe right.”

“Got it.” They worked together tomove the heavy palette out of the way, dropping it to the ground a few feetaway. “That’s your ride?” Clarke said dubiously once the shoddy lookingmotorcycle was revealed. The dark purple paint was scraped off in severalplaces and the kickstand looked like it was one good day away from snapping inhalf.

“Yeah,” he said, swelling withpride. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She’s something,” Clarke saiddryly.

Kicking his leg over the frontseat, Bellamy rolled his eyes at her lack of enthusiasm. “Do you trust me?” heasked, reaching behind him to produce his gloves and headgear.

“What?”

Bellamy held out a sleek blackhelmet. “Do you trust me?”

“Not on your life, street rat.”

“Well that’s pretty rude of you tosay,” he grinned, tossing the helmet at her before pulling his gloves on. “Kindof childish, in fact.”

Clarke caught the safety gear withease. “Says the man quoting Aladdin.”

“Yeah, yeah. Stop complaining andget on, Princess,” Bellamy commanded, whipping his keys out of his back pocket.“We gotta go.”

“But—”

“Now, Clarke.”

“Fine!” she said indigently, dashingforward to mount the bike. “But only because it’s the expedient thing to do. Don’tthink you can get away with ordering me around under normal circumstances.” Settlingin behind him, Clarke tugged on the helmet and braced her feet on the back pegs.“Happy now?”

“Almost,” Bellamy smirked. “Wrapyour arms around my waist.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he said a littlegruffly.

Was he embarrassed? Because shesure as hell was. “That’s okay, I’ll just hold onto the seat.”

“It’s safer if you hold onto me.” He looked over his shoulder at her.“Please, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Clarke bit her lip, trying not tonotice how attractive he looked with his dark hair falling over one soulfuleye. “Okay, whatever.”

“Thanks, Princess,” he chuckled,twisting the key and revving the engine.

Just then, sirens blazed behindthem.

“Oh, shit! Go! Go!” Clarke cried,wrapping her arms around his waist and holding on for dear life.

Bellamy zipped out of the alley,racing onto the main street and through several red traffic lights. “Holdtight!” he warned, taking a hard left immediately followed by another jerk tothe right.

“If I fall of this motorcycle anddie, I will kill you so dead!” she shouted over the wailing wind.

“Deal! Now shut the hell up andlet me focus on not killing us!”

Clarke pressed her cheek againstthe middle of his muscular back, tightening her grasp until she felt moresecure. Putting all of her trust in a relative stranger was a hard pill toswallow, but for some reason, it was easy with Bellamy. Maybe it was becausethey shared the same occupation and dry sense of humor, but Clarke had neverfelt so in tune with another person before. Whatever the reason, she wassuddenly, inexplicably dreading the end of this little escape attempt. What is wrong with me?!

Swerving to avoid a semi that waschanging lanes, Bellamy swore at the near miss. “Shit, sorry! Looks like trafficis backed up ahead!”

“It’s okay! Just take the nextleft!” Clarke instructed, recognizing a shortcut she’d used a few times toavoid pileups.

Following her directive without hesitation,Bellamy shifted his weight to guide the bike onto the side street and out ofsight of the main road. Clarke let out a breath as the police sirens abruptlydulled to a low hum, indicating that the law had veered off in a differentdirection or were stuck in the mess they’d just avoided.

Bellamy and Clarke rode incompanionable silence for another ten minutes or so before he decelerated to acrawl in front of a shady looking walkup. Pressing a button on the smallcontroller attached to his keychain, Bellamy turned the bike around and linedit up with a set of faded tire prints on the pavement. Amazingly, a basementelevator gradually rose before them, large enough for two people and amotorcycle to squeeze into.

“What the hell?” Clarke gasped.

“Impressed?” he said good-naturedly.

“Getting there.”

Walking the bike forward, Bellamyhit the button again once they were securely inside. It was a littleclaustrophobic, but a few minutes later they were standing in a dimly litbasement.

“Please tell me this isn’t yourmurder room,” she said drolly.

“Not hardly,” he laughed, pluckingthe helmet off her head.

Stepping off the bike, Clarkeshook out her long blonde hair, looking around with interest. “Lights?”

“One sec.” Bellamy lowered thekickstand and stowed his equipment before hitting a switch on the wall.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed when theoverhead lights flickered on, surprised by his high-tech setup. There werecomputers and electronic equipment strewn across several large desks, forming ahalf circle in the center of the room.

“Welcome to the Batcave,” he joked.

“Is all this yours?” she said inawe.

“If only,” he said wistfully. “Thisis actually my friend Monty’s place.”

Clarke raised one pale brow. “Andhe won’t mind that we dropped in unannounced?”

“Nah, he’s family,” Bellamydismissed, striding to the other side of the room and flopping down on abeaten-up old couch.

“Do you do this sort of thingoften then?” she inquired, joining him on the sofa.

“This sort of thing?”

“Rescuing strange women and bringingthem home with you?” she teased.

“Definitely not. I actually have abit of a reputation for avoiding unnecessary entanglements,” he shrugged. “Notthat I don’t care about people, it’s just…hard for me to connect sometimes.”

“I know what you mean,” Clarkesighed, recalling her last few disastrous relationships. “Sometimes I wonderwhy I even try.”

“No kidding,” Bellamy agreed. Histone was odd, stirring her memory of how they had ended up here in the firstplace.

“Bellamy, who were you stealingfood for?”

“Oh, uh, my little sister,” he stammered.“It was stupid, really. I got caught like a rank amateur, but she’s been havinga really hard time lately, and I just wanted to make her happy.” Bellamyfrowned. “Am I making any sense?”

“Yeah.” She knew all aboutirrational behavior. “That car I tagged earlier? It was my ex’s. We’ve beendone for a while, but I guess I needed to get all of my anger out to truly moveon.”

“And…have you?” He looked like hewas holding his breath.

Clarke debated on making him waitfor an answer, but his puppy dog eyes were too irresistible. “Definitely.”

“Good. That’s good.”

“In fact, Bellamy, I think we—”

“Make a pretty good team?” he finisheduncertainly.

Stunned that he’d literally takenthe words right out of her mouth, Clarke stared at him for a space of seconds.“Um. Well, yes.”

Appearing galvanized by heranswer, he continued, “Any chance you’d like to stick around for a while then, Princess?No pressure, but I’d like to get to know you.”

Searching his sincere expression, Clarkefelt compelled to take a chance. “Yeah, I think I would.”

Bellamy slowly covered her handwhere it rested between them, as if testing her reaction. “How about we cleanup and grab some dinner then?”

“Sure,” she smiled, threading herfingers through his. “But you’re stealing.”

-FIN-

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A/N: Get it? “But you’re stealing” instead of “But you’re buying!” Ilike to think I’m funny sometimes lol My other Bellarke fic is called “NewBlood” and it’s a grounder AU where Clarke and Octavia battle for the title ofCommander while Bellamy looks on helplessly from the sidelines. Check it out! 

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