AN: I just had this idea in my head and it made me smile, hopefully you dont hate it! This is set in season 1 when they had the webcam set up to the ark so parents could talk to their kids.

"Thank you for your time, Clarke." Jaha's voice echoed into the dimly lit dropshit interior from the moniter. Clarke smiled tiredly in response before pressing the button to shut down communications for the night. She rolled her head back and forth, trying to work out the kinks in her neck she mostly blamed on stress. Abby was still trying to get Clarke to talk to her, she had even become desperate enough to enlist the help of the other council members. This might have worked if Clarke still had a shred of trust in the council, but as it was, if Clarke had to hear one more person on the council try to cajole her into speaking with her mother she was going to scream.

"Long day, Princess?" asked a deep voice from behind her. Clarke groaned.

"You dont know the half of it."

Bellamy raised an eyebrow as she turned to face him. "Let me guess, mommy issues?"

She snapped at him, "Says the guy who fights with his only family member every other day." Bellamy's face dropped at the mention of his and Octavia's recent disagreements, and Clarke immediatly wished she could take back her words.

"Fine, I'll leave you alone, I can tell when my company isnt appreciated." Bellamy said, turning to leave. Clarke grabbed his arm.

"Bellamy wait, Im sorry." she started, trying and failing to not notice how warm the tanned skin of his forearm was under her fingers. Bellamy hadnt answered her, he was staring down to where her small fingers were wrapped around him.

"Its ok, Princess." he said, still seemingly fixated on the place where their skin met, "I shouldnt have mentioned your mom in the first place." Clarke was shocked, Bellamy Blake, apologizing for something he said? This truly was a day of miracles. He continued, "I would never intentionally hurt you, Clarke. We need you. I need you." Clarke looked up at him, stunned into silence, before leaning her weight into his chest.

"I need you too." She said, her words muffled against his shirt. She felt his arms wrap around her and a deep breath leave his lungs. Clarke thought that this might be the most relaxed shed felt since being on Earth, until Bellamy's fingers began running through her hair and she nearly groaned at the sensation.

She tilted her head back into his hands and opened her eyes to find him straing down at her, his face more open than she had thought possible of him. Clarke's heart stuttered at the sight of him looking at her like that, and before she had time to think it though, she had pulled his head down and was pressing her lips to his.

Bellamy responded instantly, moving his lips againt hers and tightening his arms around her waist. He opened her mouth with his and Clarke felt her knees go weak. Reaching out blindly with the hand not buried in Bellamy's hair to steady herself, her palm landed on the communications equipment table. Bellamy muttered something that sounded like 'not enough space' against her mouth and spun them around to lift her on to the table used for medical emergencies. Clarke wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as his lips trailed down the column of her neck, teeth nipping lightly. Neither of them noticed the moniter screen flicker to life.

Clarke slipped her hands under his shirt and ran her fingers over his hot, tight skin before pulling it off over head and tossing it in a corner. Not be outdone , Bellamy returned the favor and turned his mouth to the tops of her breasts exposed by her bra. Caught up in the sensation, Clarke dug her nails into the skin of his back and ran them down to the dimples just above the waitband of his pants, leaving red lines on either side of his spine. Bellamy had just reached around to the clasp of her bra when they heard a horrified voice say "Dear God."

Leaping apart, they spun around expecting to find someone had stumbled into the dropship. Instead, they were met with the wide eyes of the entire council staring right at them. Clarke shrieked and threw on a shirt, not yet willing to face the screen.

"For fuck's sake, put a shirt on Bellamy!" she said, her voice unusually high pitched. Bellamy blinked at her, fighting a smile,

"I cant, you just stole mine." Clarke looked down and discovered that she had, in fact, stolen Bellamy's shirt. She buried her head in her hands and groaned aloud. Marcus Kane's voice filtered though.

"Why in the hell did you kids feel the need to show us this?" He peered closer and his eyes widened, "Clarke Griffin, are you sleeping with the man who shot the Chancellor?"

"Oh my god, it was an accident, when my hand hit the table.." her voice trailed off and she groaned again, not at all willing to touch on the secon part of that question. Bellamy looked entirely too pleased with the situation.

"I always knew the council had secrets. But closet vouyerists? That was unexpected." He said directly into the camera with a wink before shutting it off without giving them a chance to reply.

Clarke felt her hands being pried from her face to reveal Bellamy, still looking pleased.

"Next time," he said, "how about we do this without an audience?"

"There's going to be a next time?" Clarke asked, arching her brows.

"You bet your fine ass there is."