Hope you like this, lovely!

The mattress moved again as Bellamy shifted once more. Clarke opened one incredibly tired eye and glared at him. He was now on his back after apparently not getting comfortable on either side or his front.

“Would you please get comfortable and go the fuck to sleep already,” she growled at him.

They had driven the better part of two days to get to Monty and Miller’s wedding, the whole group of them hiring a van and driving down to Monty’s home town, where the wedding was going to be held. The Greens and the Jordans were also kindly putting up Miller, his family and close friends as the small little rural town didn’t have many places to stay. However, it had meant people bunking together in rooms.

Clarke and Bellamy were sharing a small little room that just about fitted a double bed in it, which she really had not thought would be a problem until Bellamy had started tossing and turning and generally stopping her from sleeping.

He shifted again, this time on his side and facing her and said, “I can’t get comfortable.”

“I suggest you find a position you can sleep in and fast,” she threatened. “I will kick you – hard – if you keep this up.”

He observed her face and obviously did not think she was serious because he turned over once more. He really should’ve known better, everyone in their circle of friends knew how important sleep was to Clarke. Put it down to the nature of her shift work at the hospital, but when she went to bed, she expected to sleep and many a roommate had paid the consequences for not realising this.

Her foot shot out and kicked him hard in the back of knee.

“Dammit, Clarke! What was that for?”

“I warned you,” she said unrepentantly as he turned his head over his shoulder to scowl at her.

“I didn’t think you meant it.”

“Obviously, I did. Now. Go. To. Sleep,” she said.    

He muttered something but seemed to settle down, which allowed her to relax once more into the pillow and allow her eyelids to droop shut.

Then he sighed and wiggled his hips.

Clarke’s eyes shot open angrily and she hissed, “If you don’t stop moving this instant, I’m going to send you to swap with Maya.”

He turned over to face her, his eyes wide with horror. “You wouldn’t.”

“Just try me, Bellamy!”

Everyone knew the horror stories about Jasper. He sleep like a terror; his limbs flailing around and every now and again, he would shout out in his sleep. He also liked to have a night light, stating that growing up in the middle of the country had left him with a fear of total darkness. No one quite understood how Maya put up with it. She claimed it was an eye mask, ear plugs and an ability to sleep through anything.

Bellamy eyed her speculatively, a look she recognised from when he wanted to ask her something but was afraid of what her answer would be.

“What is it?”

“I normally sleep clutching a pillow,” he said hopefully, with a pair of puppy dog eyes.

She sighed. Of course Bellamy was a snuggler.

“Get over here then.”

Giving her a big grin, he pulled her close and buried his face into her hair. Resting her head on his shoulder, she breathed in the clean and slightly musky smell that she always enjoyed when she borrowed a hoodie or something.

This is nice, she thought. She and Bellamy did easy affection, a hug here and there, sometimes a kiss on the cheek, but she had never been this close to him. She realised it was something she could get used to.

“Happy now?” she asked, but only received the slow deep breathing of someone asleep for a response.

Clarke finally drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.