Something had changed between us.

I didn't know how or when or why, but seeing Bellamy lie there so broken, hearing him giving up, it's like something snapped inside me. If he gives up, I give up, I need him and he needs me, we just didn't realise it until now.

After heaving the body to the entrance of the supply room, we wandered away from the supply room and laid half slumped against that same tree as before only this time in silence, all that could be heard was our ragged breathing as it calmed. We had silently know that all we both wanted was some peace and quiet and here in these woods, the only sound was our own thoughts. The truth was, seeing Bellamy laid on the floor, his face all bust up, nearly crying, saying he couldn't fight anymore, it broke my heart. This was Bellamy Blake, so far all he had been was unrelenting, obnoxious, arrogant and annoying and yet… there he, was more human than I had ever thought I would ever see him. Bellamy being gone, it would stop all the hasty hot-headed decisions, it would bring some order to the camp! But I couldn't imagine Earth without him, as much as all I ever thought about was everyone surviving and I tried my hardest, I couldn't do it without him. It's like we're two sides of the same coin, together we're one great leader, but one without the other… it just wouldn't work. I heaved a sigh as I realised it would be getting dark pretty soon and we needed to gather the supplies and get back to camp.

My ribs hurt, there was a dull aching constantly and I was pretty sure at least one was broken. As I made a move to sit up, pulling myself up on my arms, I screamed and doubled over. My hands involuntarily went to my ribs and I felt like I couldn't breathe from the pain, my vision was blurry and when I became more aware I was laid on my side on the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to even out my breathing, I felt a hand on my arm and my eyes sprung open. I realised it was only Bellamy and tried to put on a brave face.

"Clarke? What is it?" He actually sounded concerned.

"My ribs, he hit me hard with that gun." I managed to speak fairly evenly, my breathing was still slightly laboured.

"Here, let me see," It wasn't a request, it was an order.

He gently rolled me on my back and I complied, realising it would be hard for me to see the damage anyway. Although his face was stony and uncaring as usual, I thought I saw a flicker of nervousness in his eyes as he gently lifted my top to my chest.

"Yeah, he got you good. That's gonna leave a nice bruise," He was squinting, was that concern crumpling his face as he leaned over me?

For some reason I suddenly felt exposed and embarrassed, I couldn't contain it as the colour flew in to my cheeks and I turned my face away from his in an attempt to hide it. In the cold air my skin suddenly felt on fire when I felt his skin gently brush mine, I wanted to shout at him and push him away as his hand gently moved over my ribs, it was a little painful but I knew it was irrational, he was just checking I was okay.

"Yeah, you'll be fine Princess, I've seen worse." As he spoke I turned my face back to his and saw the arrogant smirk that had settled on his lips.

I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kiss him.

Where on earth had all these feeling come from? I did not like Bellamy.. I hated him, that was the only reason he was here! I like Finn, liked, liked Finn. I liked Finn. I think it's his confidence, bordering arrogance. I didn't want to admit it, but I wanted to know what all the hype was about, I wanted a taste of Bellamy Blake.

Without thinking I swung my arm around him and weaved my fingers into his hair as I pulled his lips to mine. I caught him off guard and he half fell on top of me, supporting his weight with his hands either side of my head. My lips were forceful at first, crashing against his, he seemed tense and I was terrified he didn't want me back. Until his lips moved against mine, he pulled away a little to tease my mouth open with his tongue. I could feel my face like red hot fire and as much as it hurt, I pushed my body up against his, my ribs screaming in protest. The whole world fell around me and before I knew what was happening, he'd slipped his arms around me and rolled on his back, pulling me on top. I realised I was running seriously low on breath and I felt dizzy and exhilarated. I managed to pull my lips from his, panting, like a dog on heat, how vile. But I was smiling, I couldn't help it. His lips shot to my neck as I closed my eyes and sucked in breathes, I could see what all the hype was about now.

He trailed kisses from my neck, across my collar bone, paying special attention to where they met. He pressed his lips firmly there at first, then he opened his mouth, flicking his tongue against the skin and I moaned in a way I didn't even know I could. My hand flew over my mouth and my eyes shot open in embarrassment. I heard him chuckle against my neck and lean back on his elbows to look straight into my eyes.

"Damn Princess, I guess we both didn't know you could make noises like that!" He was smirking and laughing all at once.

I shoved him playfully and he fell flat on his back, pulling me with him, my legs slipped and I realised our whole bodies where touching, I could feel the firm planes of his stomach against mine, feel the heat of his thighs pressed against mine and most importantly, the hardness between his legs that now sat between my legs. My face was centimetres from his and I could see the blatant lust in his eyes.

"Don't call me Princess." It was half hearted and part of me wanted him to continue.

"Make me." His eyes bore into mine as the words washed over me, neither of us dare move, anticipation and fear stopped both of us from exploring further.

I leaned so close, my lips brushed his just slightly and his head tilted to put more pressure on them but I leaned away slightly, this time it was me smirking and him frowning. I leaned back and traced his mouth with my tongue, before laying a kiss at each corner. I was teasing him, although the encounter with Finn was brief, from just that I'd learnt a thing or two.

Bellamy growled and before I knew it, I was on my back on the ground, my hands pinned above my head and my legs spread, with him settled in between them. I gasped as I felt him so blatantly grind against me and a moan slipped from my lips.

"Don't like being teased?" I laughed, who knew Bellamy could be so much fun.

He growled again, but then a smirk crossed his face, he let go of my hands, lifted his body from mine and began pulling off my jacket, then my top, next went my jeans. I laid there in just my underwear and blushed as his eyes raked over my form, he involuntarily licked his lips and I began to protest as he took off my bra.

"Whoa! You're still full dressed!" The implication was clear.

He ignored me and I wasn't going to let up, until one hand cupped my breast and began massaging, my eyes slipped shut and I forgot why I was protesting and laid back to enjoy the feeling. His hand then slid down my chest, across my stomach and played with the edge of my knickers, I opened my eyes to see a hungry predatory look in his.

"Bellamy-" I started but was cut off as he massaged me through my knickers, I moaned, loudly and unashamedly, tilting my head back, grinding into his hand.

His fingers were pushing through the fabric, inside me. I knew I was soaking both my knickers and his fingers, the truth was I had been craving it ever since me and Finn. Once wasn't enough. He grabbed the hems and I lifted my hips as he slipped them off, I was becoming needy.

He leaned up and kissed my neck as he slipped a finger inside me, I gasped and moaned. He continued his travel from my neck, to my collarbone and as he got to my breasts he slipped another finger inside. I cried out as he curled them inside me. He lapped at my breasts and kept curling and pushing until I couldn't breathe. Then he stopped.

I let out a frustrated noise and opened my eyes, frowning. He was smirking above me.

"That is how you tease Princess." He slip off his jacket and I watched as the muscles in his arms flexed. Next off came the t-shirt and I admired the smooth, hard planes of his abs, I wanted to reach out and touch them but I resisted.

He slipped off his trousers next and I could feel the unadulterated lust cover my face as I saw his excitement through his boxers. He looked smug and annoyingly proud as he pulled those off too, to reveal his sizeable length, I realised was he was such a cocky shit now. He lowered his body over mine and I could feel the heat from his skin, he pressed himself against me.

"I want you to beg for me, Princess." Each word made my jaw drop a little more. Unbelievable!

"Are you kidding me?!" I was not going to beg.

He smirked and rubbed his hardness against my opening, fuck! I let out a surprised moan, it was loud, oops. The truth is I needed this, after everything, my mum, Wells, Charlotte, Murphy, the grounders, everything! I needed this.

"Bellamy, please!" I said my whole face read with embarrassment.

"Say it, I wanna hear you say it." He was unrelenting and I realised that he must have a lot of self-control.

"Bellamy, I want you." I had never uttered such words in my life and as red and flustered as they made me, I kind of liked it.

He groaned with pleasure and pushed himself inside, Oh my god. I was not adjusted to him, I locked my arms around his shoulders and screwed my face up, it was pain and pleasure. He laughed and kissed my forehead.

"Bigger than Spacewalker, huh?" He was amused and cocky and arrogant and I wanted him.

I hit him softly on the back and he kissed around my face as he started to move, gently at first, but then much harder, and faster, I feel him getting more and more into it. I don't know when it became carnal but it did, I was digging my fingers into his shoulders and he was giving me all he had. There we kisses on skin, on lips, teeth clashing and tongues warring. I had stopped holding back, letting the moans and gasps, mostly Bellamy's name, fall from my lips as they pleased. I just stopped holding back, I need a release, emotionally physically. I needed Bellamy.

"Clarke, I'm close." It was a guttural growl and I found myself getting wetter at just the sound of it.

"Bellamy, I want you to, inside me." I didn't even know I was capable of wanting that, let alone saying it.

But the words extracted another guttural growl from Bellamy as he pounded hard, faster. I screamed as we came together and he sunk his teeth into my shoulder, biting down as he filled me. The haze subsided and I could feel every inch of my body hyper sensitively, Bellamy had collapsed on top of me, a smile graced my face as I ran my fingers through his hair. We laid like that, just holding each other, until our breathing became even.

I didn't know what to say.

Neither did he.

So we said nothing.

After a while he lifted himself off me and kissed the bite mark he had left of my shoulder, I knew it was his version of an apology, so I smiled and caught his lips with my own in a much more innocent, caring kiss than before. We bother dressed and headed back to the shelter to pick up the supplies.

Back to camp, normality.