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Echo keeps looking at Bellamy the entire night, trying to figure out if she can tell him about what she's planning or not. His eyes always follow the blonde girl that he told her was his best friend, and his lips are always ready to smile at her whenever she turns in his direction.
Clarke is hot, Echo has to admit. She has incredible tits, and that's probably the reason Bellamy looks at her so much, while he's with her. It wouldn't be a chore to sleep with her. She's pretty sure they'd be too busy taking care of Bellamy to even acknowledge each other and, well, if they needed to do something else, Echo wouldn't be opposed to it. She'd enjoy it for sure.
She shouldn't be thinking about having a threesome with her boyfriend and his best friend, but... well, desperate circumstances require desperate measures, and this is something she's been thinking about for weeks, ever since he talked to Murphy (Bellamy's friend and one of Raven's partners) about her doubts and the feeling she has that maybe Bellamy is getting bored with her and he answered, “None of his girlfriends have lasted more than a few weeks, yeah. Trust me, if you want to keep his attention for a while longer than all the others, you should try a threesome. It always brings a spark into any relationship... I mean, look at me. I’m happy with Emori and Raven. If you're looking for options, I think Bellamy would love you if you brought Clarke into it.”
And so here she is. Echo takes a deep breath, sits beside her boyfriend on the couch, and says, “You should invite Clarke tonight.”
He turns towards her with a confused frown. “What?”
“I want to have sex with both of you,” Echo clarifies. “So you should invite her tonight to your apartment.”
He chokes on the beer he's been nursing all night. “What?!”
Clarke walks up to them at the outburst, face worried. Bellamy blushes, of all things. He's probably embarrassed by her suggestion, even though she's pretty sure he's had threesomes (again, Murphy told her) and even thought about Clarke and sex in the same sentence before.
“Are you okay?“ his best friend asks.
He coughs a little more. “Yeah, I'm fine,” he croaks out, and yeah, maybe Echo didn't choose the perfect moment for this talk, but she doesn't regret a thing.
Clarke looks unsure, but Echo gives her a reassuring little smile while she pats her boyfriend's back. “I'll take care of him, don't worry about it.”
The blonde bites her lip before nodding, sharing a glance with Bellamy. They do their while communication-with-only-their-eyes thing, and Clarke leaves the room after one last lingering look in his direction.
That's something else she has noticed, too, ever since she met Clarke: the woman is in love with Echo's boyfriend. She doesn't know how it's possible for Bellamy not to notice, given the fact that he's her best friend, and apparently knows her better than anyone else, but... If this works out, and Echo has a threesome with the both of them, hopefully Bellamy will forget about wanting her (Clarke may be hot, but Echo's pretty sure she isn't that good in bed, and this will kill her boyfriend's curiosity for sure...) and maybe the whole thing will break Clarke's heart and she'll back off.
His expression is stern, his fist clenched on top of his thigh. “Absolutely not.”
Echo frowns at the firmness in his voice. “What? Why not?”
“Just... No,” he snaps, moving uncomfortably in his seat. “It’s a bad idea. We’re not inviting her to our place to sleep with her, she’s my friend and I won’t ask her to do that. Besides, I don't think Clarke would be comfortable with a threesome with me, of all people.” His statement makes her think that he knows about Clarke's crush on him, but then he continues, “And the last thing I want to do is making our friendship awkward.”
She almost snorts. So he's totally unaware of the fact that the girl is in love with him. Who would've thought?
(It doesn't escape her notice that he never said he doesn't want it.)
When she opens her mouth to protest and add an argument in her favor, he adds. “Besides, you and I... we're together.”
She feels charmed, gives him a smile. It's good to know that he wouldn't cheat on her, that he’ll be faithful to her no matter who asks. “Okay, I'm sorry for bringing it up.”
He relaxes, exhales a sigh of relief at the way she just dropped it. His eyes, like always, go to Clarke again.
She wonders if she should feel bad about making a plan to go through with it, anyway.
***
She takes Clarke’s number from his phone, when he’s distracted and leaves it on top of the table while he cooks.
Echo still waits a few days to call her, tells her they need to talk, asks if there’s a place she’ll be comfortable in, and pleads with her not to tell Bellamy until they’ve talked and she knows what it is about.
When Echo arrives at the coffee shop Clarke suggested, the other woman is already there, moving nervously. “Hey.”
Echo sits. “Hello.”
“So, you wanted to talk. What about?”
“I was talking to Bellamy about having a threesome.” Her gaze shutters, and there's a flash of pain in her expression that Echo loves way too much before the blonde looks away and tries to school back her neutral expression back into place. “We were thinking about our options, and we... well, we wanted to ask you to join us. For a night, if you want.”
She blinks. “What?” There's a pause, while Clarke thinks about the words, looks at her, trying to figure out if it’s a real offer or not. Echo gives nothing away. “Are you... are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“I...” Clarke tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Then narrows her eyes. “If you were telling the truth, Bellamy would be here when you asked me.”
Echo shrugs, unconcerned. “When we talked about it, he thought you wouldn’t want it, so he told me to leave it alone. I simply wanted to make sure first.”
“Oh.” Clarke licks her lips, thinking about it. She must see the truth in Echo’s gaze, because the hesitation leaves her completely. God, this was so fucking easy. She can see it in her eyes... Clarke wants it. Badly. Maybe more than anything else she’s ever wanted: a chance to sleep with Bellamy even if it’s not like she always thought it’d happen. It’s probably the closest chance she’ll ever have to be with him. “Yeah, okay. When?”
“Maybe friday?” she suggests. It’s monday. “He's always tired after work. This would be a nice surprise waiting for him, and it gives us a chance to go shopping during the week for the occasion.”
“Okay.” Clarke eyes her warily. “Are you sure he agreed to this?”
“Yes.” Come on, Echo wants to say. Take the chance. “What do you say?”
Clarke still tries to look nonchalant when she replies. “Yeah, I'm in.”
***
“Stop moving,” Echo huffs, irritated, when Clarke stands from the chair in the corner of the room again just to pace.
The woman glares at her, but when she opens her mouth to speak, they both hear the front door opening and Bellamy arriving from work.
Echo gives her a look, but this time is more appraising than irritated. She looks... good. Not as good as Echo herself, obviously, but still… desirable. They bought matching lingerie, black fabric that fitted them both, but it looks a little on the small side for Clarke. Her breast almost spill out of the bra, and the thong barely covers her ass. It looks better on Echo, covers the important parts, just teasing what’s to come under the flimsy clothes. It’s petty, but Echo is proud of herself for it anyway.
Clarke sits on the bed before Echo can tell her to, and they’re both facing the door when Bellamy enters seconds later.
“I didn’t know you were…” he trails off, once he sees Clarke on his bed. His breath catches, and Echo is proud of her plan now. They’ll have an amazing night, Bellamy will know how much of an adventurer she is in bed, and he’ll never want to leave her after this. Hell, they’re probably going to get married in a few months. “What... what are you doing here?” he asks his best friend, voice rougher than she's ever heard him.
She’s been around him long enough to know it’s from desire, but Clarke must think that he’s angry, because she turns towards her with a glare, hissing, “You told me he was okay with this.”
“I didn’t think you’d accept,” Bellamy answers for her, still frozen barely inside the room.
Clarke crosses her arms over her chest, in an obviously defensive move, but it only makes Bellamy’s gaze drop to her tits, his gaze barely subtle, and she blushes. “Well, I did. I’m here, aren’t I?”
He swallows hard, and Echo hates the heat she can feel in the room between them, so she simply chooses to say what she was keeping to herself, what she was going to say once it was over to humiliate Clarke and maybe break something between them.
She snorts. “Come on, Bellamy. You have to know the girl is in love with you. She’d take any chance to sleep with you whenever you asked, no matter the excuse.”
Clarke blushes, but no words leave her mouth. She simply avoids both their gazes.
Bellamy looks shocked, but it only takes him a second to recover, give a step in their direction. His voice shakes a little when he asks, “Is that true?”
Clarke nods, embarrassed at being caught, still looking down at the floor and using her hands to cover her breasts from them. It’s an impossible task, but it’s more a protective move than anything else.
His eyes are still on Clarke when he growls, “Get out.”
It takes her a moment to notice that his words aren't for the blonde. They are for Echo. His girlfriend.
“Excuse me?” she asks, offended.
He finally tears his eyes away from Clarke and spares a glance in her direction. “You can leave now, Echo.”
She frowns, more than a little confused. “B-but, I thought...”
He doesn’t even look down at her body, which... she looks hot, what the fuck is wrong with him?
“I don't know what you thought, but you were obviously wrong.” Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “Oh, and we’re done.”
Her cheeks redden with anger. “Bellamy, what the fuck?”
He ignores her, doesn’t keep his eyes off Clarke and walks towards her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her right there... right in front of what she guesses is now his ex-girlfriend.
Her mouth drops open in shock, and she feels her cheeks flushing in anger. Clarke obviously opens her mouth to him with an embarrassingly loud moan and brings him closer to her, her touch almost desperate in its hunger. They fall onto the bed while Echo is still there, and her eyes widen. Are they fucking kidding her?
She supposes they are definitely not... they couldn’t care less about her in that moment, and Clarke is already undressing Bellamy when Echo storms out of the room, going to the bathroom to get her clothes so she can leave.
She's still fuming when she walks by Bellamy's bedroom to get the hell out of his apartment. She notices that they didn't even bother closing the door and now Clarke is naked, laying on her back and cradling Bellamy’s hips between her legs, head tilted back while he sucks on her tits. She can hear him saying something like, “So good, princess, come like this, just for me, huh? I love you so fucking much.”
Clarke’s orgasm is loud and messy and she wonders how much time she spent getting dressed because... Jesus, already? Bellamy’s good, but... had he been holding out on her? She almost snorts. He obviously did, if his words are anything to go by. He never told her that he loved her, and here he is, declaring his feelings for Clarke like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
She feels angry and embarrassed at the whole thing, but most of all she feels foolish, for pushing him into Clarke’s arms so easily.
She leaves after that, and never sees them again.