His hands are calloused and warm, and his fingers are strong. When he tugs, Clarke stumbles forward, catching herself with her other hand in the center of his chest, over the pounding beat of his heart.
She stops right before she kisses him, her upper lip slightly curled, her teeth bared. Then her hand curls into a fist in his shirt and she steps back, pulling him with her. Her back collides with the rough bark of a tree. Bellamy crowds her, all broad shoulders and muscled arms caging her against the wide trunk. He’s still bending toward her, their mouths only a few inches apart. Neither one of them bridges the gap.
Source: Fine Lines, by ladyofrosefire – The 100 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
I’m not normally into hate sex, but wowza, very early days!Clarke and Bellamy sure manage to hit my buttons…