"No" answered Clarke sharply.

A bitter growl followed her response. Clarke raised her eyes to Bellamy while she was taking his blood pressure, pressing on the air pump, and he stared at her in return.

"Why are you torturing me like this, Clarke?" He asked pleadingly, a desperate look on his face.

She sighed. Why he couldn't see that she was taking care of him? Or at least, that she was trying. Trying to convince him to get on her table so she could examine him had been almost impossible. He'd insisted that he was fine. She disagreed.

"Excuse me. I didn't think that your little toy meant so much to you," mocked Clarke.

That wasn't right. Since the day he had taken his bandages off, he had harassed her, begging her to return his gun to him.

"It's a weapon, Clarke! More specifically, a M240..."

"Whatever," interrupted Clarke.

Clarke didn't give a damn about what kind of automatic gun it was. If she hadn't wanted to give his weapon back, it was because as soon as he had it back in his possession, he would start hunting again, and she couldn't let him get hurt again. The first wound had been sufficiently stressful, and even if she didn't wanted to admit it, she loved to be at the center of his attention. Maybe a little too much.

"No. It's no," repeated Clarke for the thousandth time.

It was Bellamy's turn to sigh. With anger, he removed the band that was tightly bound around his arm, then he slipped from the table and stood up. Clarke felt ridiculous because she was still holding a part of the pump. Bellamy looked at her severely.

"Clarke. It's been about a month since I've even needed bandages. My scars are barely visible and I'm gaining strength and muscle back really quickly. So why won't you give me my gun?"

She wanted to answer and tell him that he was wrong about her intentions and her reasoning. In fact, she was dying of desire to give him the gun, but the only problem was that she didn't have any valid points. Well, nothing but the fact that she couldn't lose the last person that she supported into the camp. She couldn't stand the idea that one of the others would come back to camp without him one day, telling a story about a gun, a bear and imprudence, or any number of dangers. Plus, she liked to be the one he needed to get authorization from.

"Medical reason" She lied.

If she remained vague, maybe he wouldn't seek further.

"For example?" He asked, skeptical, stepping towards her.

Nervously, Clarke rolled the wire of the air pump, then she turned her back to Bellamy and acted like she hadn't heard him. She arranged the things on her desk, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Well, if you don't want to give me back my gun, I will force you..." He threatened angrily.

"Because you think you can make me change my mind?" she laughed.

"Don't underestimate me, Clarke," Bellamy whispered, his warm breath caressing her neck.

Clarke instantly froze, then shook herself, trying to pull herself together. She could feel the shrinking space between them vibrating with her own nervous energy. She turned slowly towards him. His characteristic mischievous glow saturated his gaze.

"Maybe I could even surprise you."

"Don't flatter yourself," replied Clarke, trying to ignore his size and their proximity to each other.

"Let's make a deal," he said.

She arched an eyebrow. A little voice in her head whispered that wasn't a good idea.

"In 4 days, there is a new hunt trip and I want participate," he told her.

Clarke chuckled, because his request seemed improbable. Hadn't he listen to her?

"Just say that if I can make you "snap" before the day of the hunt, you'll have to give me the authorization I need."

She didn't like that, but it was the only way for her to save face.

"Deal" She approved, knowing that the next days weren't going to be easy for her.

Day -3

It was early in the morning, but Clarke was already in the infirmary, arranging the little stock of medical supplies that she possessed, and finishing the last preparation to greet the early arrivals. She heard the veil -which covered the entry of the tent- raise, and she swore softly under her breath, angry that she hadn't finished the last adjustments sooner.

"One minute?" she requested of the potential patient behind her.

Normally, she would have finished the preparations far earlier, but she hadn't been able to stop thinking about the deal that Bellamy had forced on her. She found it odd that he hadn't made a move since yesterday. Of course, he had looked at her with a lecherous look all day, but nothing more. Knowing Bellamy and the importance that he gave his weapon, the next part wouldn't be pleasant – or maybe it would be.

"No problem," answered a male voice that Clarke knew too well.

Bellamy.

"I didn't think I would see you so early," she commented, moving further away from the supply table. She nodded at the examination table, as if it was his first time in the infirmary.

"I wanted to see you", he answered with a smooth voice.

Clarke held in a laugh. Was he trying to woo her with these sweet words, or was this some kind of joke? Regardless, he wasn't here because he wanted to see her.

"Okay, what do you really want, Bellamy?"

He approached the table, but he didn't climbed on it, apparently preferring to stand in front of Clarke, dominating by size. As if that would impress her.

"This morning, when I woke up, I felt a pain in my back." he disclosed.

She didn't believe it for an instant.

Bellamy was a good actor, but without a good script, his game wasn't probable.

"And you still wanna go to the hunt?" she concluded, bringing to light the absurdity of the situation.

"You know me so well," he spoke teasingly.

While he talked, he came toward her, but she didn't move back, even though she knew she should. Being almost stuck against him wasn't a good idea if she wanted to think straight and win their bet.

"Whatever, I need your help for..."

"...Help?" She interrupted him, confused.

So, his tactical was to show her his weakness and let her take the control of the situation?

"Since when does the big Bellamy Blake need help?" she mocked.

"Since I can't even undress myself without a considerable amount of pain," he answered.

Clarke crossed her arms on her chest. After all, she wasn't going to undress him, even if she had already done it several times, and those experiences hadn't been as horrible as she had let on.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I thought that a doctor was supposed to help...?

She sighed slowly, then she uncrossed her arms and grabbed the ends of his shirt.

"Nervous, Princess?"

She wanted to say no, but she hesitated. If she removed his shirt, he won a battle in their war, but if she didn't do it, he would think that she was intimidated by him.

"Why do you always have to think so much, Clarke?" She thought, infuriated by herself.

Without another pause, Clarke pulled his shirt off, coming face to face with his abs, then she threw it away, absent-minded, somewhere in the room.

"You know, if you want to touch them, enjoy yourself," he whispered in her ear.

"As if it was the first time that I saw them. With time, it's almost boring," she shrugged.

"Don't lie to me, Clarke. Lying is what bad girls do."

Bellamy wasn't the only one who could play at a game of seduction. That game took two players.

"And who said I wasn't one?"

Bellamy delicately took one of her golden hair strands between his fingers.

"Angel face," he whispered.

She jumped back suddenly, confused. Was this a part of their game, or was he being serious? She turned around, intentionally breaking their "special moment", and brought a bottle of sav from her reserves, then turned back and handed it to him without making eye contact.

"This is for your back"

Day -1

Clarke began preparing for bed in the dark of the night. She pulled her shirt and her pants off, then she slipped under her blanket.

Since the episode with the sav, Clarke and Bellamy hadn't talked or even looked at each other. Strangely, she found herself missing their stormy encounters. She knew the proverb that said "You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone", but she never put it into practice.

Clarke felt a breeze pass into her tent, but she ignored it. What was Bellamy going to do next? He had already exposed his perfect body and his abs, trying to tempt her with them. Would he try to initiate physical intimacy next? Well, not that she wouldn't let him do it, but she had the bad habit of avoid him each time he made a move.

Clarke began to roll onto her side, when she was suddenly aware of another presence joining her under the blanket.

"Bellamy! Why are you here?" asked Clarke. It was as if he had read her thoughts.

After all, who else would be stupid enough to came into her bunk?

"You only wear your underwear to bed?" He teased, taking a peek.

Clarke sighed, but didn't make a move to cover herself. It was too dark for him to be able to see much, anyway.

"Why are you here?"

She couldn't see him, but she could feel him. She took a deep breath when she realized what he wanted to do. Then he was on top of her, crushing her body with his. She found that she wasn't the only one only wearing underwear.

"I'm not going to let you avoid me anymore."

So, he had noticed her bad habit...

"Are you going to sign the authorization for me? Because the hunt is tomorrow and I want to participate" He stated, going straight to the point.

"Bellamy, you can do whatever you want, invent all the stratagem you want, just don't expect me to sign it."

He growled, and his warm breath made her shiver.

"Damn it, Clarke! Why are you making my life so difficult?"

"You're right. I can't imagine how hard it should be for you to be in bed with a girl. What are you doing, becoming a prostitute, expecting to get paid for your services with your gun?"

"Don't mess with me, Clarke. Especially when you know what I'm capable of," he hissed.

She could feel his lips closer to hers than ever before, but this time, she couldn't run away from him. She was trapped. Fear overtook her; the last time she had been intimate with someone, she had finished with a broken heart. But it was time for her to face the reality; Bellamy was different, he was a man, contrary to the teenager with who she had committed one of the worst mistakes of her life. She had known him for months, and she had faith in him.

"Assume that I don't know," she whispered, half opening her lips to his.

This time, the tension between them wasn't sexual. It had been, at first, but now it wasn't about all-consuming passion or a power game, but tenderness.

Under the canopy of the deep night, she closed her eyes as Bellamy's mouth kissed hers. God, she would have give anything to see if there was a sparkle in his eyes.

Bellamy extracted himself from their kiss, and Clarke suddenly felt that he was about to leave her. The thought only lasted a moment, though. She smiled when she felt his lips on her neck, trying to shake the shameful panic that had threatened to overtake her in that moment. He hadn't gone.

"If I give your weapon back, are you going to leave me?" she panted, enjoying his radiating warmth.

"Probably not," he answered between kisses.

"Then, you have my authorization."

It was ridiculous to resist him any longer, and she finally felt like she could give to him what he wanted without the fear that tomorrow he would abandon her.

Bellamy suddenly stopped, and the terror came rushing back to her. Then, with his finger, he traced a line over her until he reached her navel. Clarke felt his brief hesitation and realized that it was her turn to make a move, to communicate. She wrapped her legs around his, crossing them on his pelvis, making their bodies closer than they had been before. He moved in, touching his lips to her shoulder.

Message understood.

Day D

It wasn't the arrival of the rays of the sun that woke Clarke, but the absence of Bellamy. She kept her eyes closed for a few more minutes, then raised herself up on her elbows. Apparently, she had slept with Bellamy on her side – there was still the print of his body on the mattress of her bunk. She adjusted the strap of her bra, and after a few minutes of hesitation, she pulled out of her warm blanket. Still tired, Clarke put her shirt in a hurry, once she saw the time. It wasn't 10am yet, maybe Bellamy wasn't gone. She didn't know what she would say to him, but, she would figure it out.

Clarke rushed to outside, not giving a damn about catching a pneumonia or a cold because of her lack of pants. A few people looked at her strangely, but she didn't mind. She needed to find him.

"Clarke!" Called Raven, catching her arm. "Where are you going like that?"

"I have to find Bellamy."

"Yeah, about that, I was surprised that you only give him the permission now. He looked in great shape, despite looking a little sleep deprived…"

"Wait, you saw him?"

"Yeah, he had just recovered his weapon. He's probably gone with the other hunters now."

So, he was gone? Of course, she couldn't blame him for not waking her when he left. He probably was afraid of her having a change of heart. Still, a tiny part of her wanted to know what he was doing. Now, all she could do was wait and hope that he won't be killed by a cougar.

Clarke stammered some apologies to Raven, then she turned and returned to her tent. Her mother was supposed to take the shift in the infirmary today, so Clarke had work to do, even though all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. She walked across the camp, pulling her shirt down to cover her frozen thighs.

Clarke pushed the veil of her tent and stopped dead in her tracks. There was a gun in her tent. A growl pulled her from her thoughts, and she smiled.

"Bellamy!" she gasped, moving closer to her bunk. Bellamy lay on top of her blanket, shirtless.

"You really think that I was going to leave you alone? After that night? He whispered, his head pressed into a flat pillow.

"What about the hunt?"

Answering a question with another question was her favorite reply; there was nothing better for masking her doubts.

Clarke considered removing her own shirt, but she left it on. Climbing over him, she stretched out at his side, turning her face towards him.

"Whatever," he shrugged. "I win our bet, that's enough."

Win? Clarke wasn't sure that he was the winner of the bet, but she didn't mention it, preferring to save her strength for their next fight/reconciliation.

"And, after all, there would be another one" He answered, placing his arm around her waist, burying his head into the hollow of her breast.

Well, if each time he would go to the hunt, he would be hurt like that, she wouldn't be bored for a second. As long as Bellamy would be with her.

Hope you like this additionnal chapter! And thanks to AudreyTheAwkward !