Small Bellarke Fic – dabble.

Clarke ducked through the entrance to the dropship, shielding her eyes from the sun as she surveyed the camp. The 100 were all about their jobs – a number of them, including Miller, Myles and Sterling, were building a third cabin out of wood, to more comfortably house the remaining members of the 100. She could also see Monty and Monroe as two of their members currently on lookout. A gun was strapped across each of their chests, and Clarke could see that both had a firm grip on their weapons. They're scared she thought to herself. She couldn't see Raven or Jasper, so assumed they were together, trying, as frustrating as it is, to make more bullets. She couldn't see Finn, but he had a penance for wondering, nor could she see Bellamy, whom she was actually looking for. Lifting her hair from the nape of her neck, where it stuck with the heat, she walked out of the safety of the shaded dropship.

Bellamy had left the camp in the early hours of the morning, hoping to do a little hunting before the heat of the sun became too much for the animals. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he lowered himself onto a rock, before pulling out his water. When they had first arrived on Earth, Clarke had made sure to purify all the water they drank, however iodine drops were running low, and Bellamy figured that what with the recent grounder attacks, the chances of him dying were already pretty high. A bird flew over his head, and he watched it's progression across the sky, before wiping his mouth across the back of his hand, and re-packing his canteen. Slinging his pack across his back, he hitched up his rifle, took one last sweep around the wood, before starting the uphill trek back to camp.

Clarke saw Bellamy enter through the gates a short while later. His t-shirt clung to his body with sweat, and Clarke tried not to stare at how it hugged his arms and chest. 2 dead creatures hung from his pack, which he passed of quickly to Fox, who took them over to the meat cabin, where Clarke believed that Octavia was cutting up and salting the meat to keep it fresher. Bellamy didn't see her, and started to make his way towards his tent, before ducking inside it. Clarke moved quickly to follow him.

Bellamy ducked under the flap of his tent, tossing his gun and pack to the side. He tugged his t-shirt off over his head, before discarding it onto his bed. He sat down to take his boots off, just to have a few moments of quiet, when he heard his tent flap lift, and a familiar voice say his name.

"Bellamy," Clarke said, ducking into his tent after him. Bellamy sat on his bed topless; however he looked up on her entrance. He quirked a grin.

"Princess," he said, now not bothering to take of his boots, "can I help you with something?"

Clarke didn't like the way she reacted to seeing him topless, her body grew warmer, which, especially in this heat, wasn't a good thing.

"The Ark sent down the cargo ship," she said, trying to avert her eyes. "Jasper saw it whilst on lookout last night. It fell about 2 miles south east of here."

Bellamy found it humorous how hard Clarke was trying to avoid looking at his chest, so decided to stand up, putting himself at eye-level, trying purposely to make it awkward for her. It kind of made him happy to see how Clarke reacted to him, especially because she was one of the only girls who hadn't yet, and Bellamy thrived on a challenge.

"I take it we day tripping then Princess?" He said with a grin. Clarke rolled her eyes at him.

"Get changed," she said, "we're leaving in 10 minutes.