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It had been days since Bellamy and Clarke had their moment in the forest, and much had expired. Octavia had been rescued from a Grounder, who in defense had stabbed Finn with a poisonous weapon during their escape. At camp, some of them took turns torturing the Grounder so he would reveal an antidote. Finn was now recovering after taking the correct antidote, but Octavia was furious that they had tortured the Grounder. And along with all that physical commotion, they had made contact with the Ark. Putting everything aside, Clarke took a moment to think.

She had learned that there was a supply depot containing weapons nearby and would be asking Bellamy to accompany her on the trip. It wasn't necessarily a romantic request, but out of necessity. She was too tired to think much on their drunk escapade, and would need his help, ignoring whatever chemistry was there.

I don't even really like him, she thought to herself. She pushed the memory of him pinning her against a tree out of her mind. She had work to do.

Bellamy agreed reluctantly to her request, seeming more to be interested with giving his sister some space than accompanying Clarke out of camp. Before heading out, she decided to check on Finn, who was being guarded by Raven. Awkward, she thought to herself. When she entered the tent, he gave her puppy dog eyes, pleading with her not to go. But she was determined to go anyways. Raven knew now, knew that she and Finn had slept together. Clarke needed to get away from the tenseness of that situation.

Outside, Bellamy was stashing supplies in his backpack. A lot of supplies.

"You know this is a day trip?" she asked questioningly. An unwanted thought flashed through her mind, of Bellamy undressing her in some dark unknown location. She blushed and focused on the present.

"A lot can happen in a day," he retorted. Or in a night, she thought, unable to help herself. Damn it Bellamy, get out of my head.

As they walked through the woods, they didn't say a word, awkward silence filling the gap between them. Finally Clarke broke the ice, talking about how he would have to deal with Jaha eventually. Bellamy, irritated, avoided the subject and they split up to find the depot. Clarke walked a few paces closer to the wreckage of a long lost base, looking around for an entrance to their stash of weapons. She found a door underneath some brush and called Bellamy down to help. He chopped at the door with an axe, releasing the lever.

Clarke and Bellamy made their way into the dark tunnel beneath, each holding lights and searching. It was creepy, old dead bodies strewn on the ground, cobwebs filling the walkways. Bellamy was acting very pissy, talking back at everything she said, and kicking things around. That's when they found the guns, within a barrel full of water. They looked at each other, elated to make the discovery. Clarke found herself wanting to kiss him out of sheer excitement. But she held herself back.

They continued to search for weapons and he teased her, seeming to be in a better mood now. Bellamy helped her to raise a rifle, showing her how to aim it. She felt his hands against her, and he paused, seeming confused.

"That's good," he said awkwardly, walking away. I wonder if he wants me too, she thought to herself.

Bellamy tried to show off, attempting to shoot, but the ammo in his gun was unusable. Clarke raised her gun up and shot, the first round exciting her and making her feel invincible. She felt badass. She felt sexy.

Shaking off the feeling before things got out of control, she turned the discussion to politics of gun control around camp.

Then she realized what was going on. Bellamy was talking and acting like he was going to run away, leave camp and everyone behind. Clarke felt furious and betrayed. She confronted him but he just got upset, saying he didn't have another option, leaving her to 'get air'.

Clarke caught up with him as he started ascending the staircase, holding him back by his arm.

"Bellamy, we can figure this out," she said.

"Not right now, Clarke," he said. He was sweating and looking nervous.

"Maybe we should talk about what happened, you know, a couple nights ago," she said, looking away, embarrassed. He looked at her intently, and there was a softer expression on his face.

"We were drunk…" he said, trailing off.

"Yeah. Okay," said Clarke, walking off back toward the supplies, not wanting to look at him. She felt an intense stab of disappointment, like she had been looking forward to something that was never really going to happen. "See you up there. I'm going to round up what's down here." She heard the door close behind her.

That's when things started getting weird. Clarke started hallucinating, seeing her dad. They were back on the Ark. She hugged her dad, wanting to never let go. But she had to, it wasn't real. She had to let go.

Coming back to reality, she rushed to the surface to find Bellamy, sprawled on the ground, covered with mud, seeming to come out of his own hallucination. Someone else was there, and he was pointing his gun at Bellamy. She raised hers. She tried to talk the kid out of it, but he refused to listen, so she pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. The kid shot at her and she dodged the shot, missing the bullet. Bellamy attacked the kid from behind, bellowing in anger. As they fought in the mud, Clarke tried to get the gun to work, but it wouldn't. She tried hitting the kid with the gun, but he shoved her backward onto the ground. Next thing she knew, the kid was on the ground, bleeding and breathing his last breaths. Bellamy had stabbed him in the neck and the kid was now dead.

Clarke leaned against a tree trunk, gasping for breath. Bellamy joined her by her side, looking horrified at what he had done. He expressed that horror but Clarke, feeling a sudden warmth and understanding, told him the truth. Told him she needed him. Told him that they all needed him and that he couldn't run away.

"You want forgiveness? Fine I'll give it to you. You're forgiven, okay," she said to him. He gave her a look, and she read thanks in his soft brown eyes, even if he didn't say it aloud. She realized that she did need him. And not just in a romantic, longing sort of a way.

Hell, he might be the closest thing I have to a real companion here, she thought.

They leaned against the tree trunk, resting before the long journey back to camp. After ten or so minutes of silence, Clarke started to get up. Bellamy grabbed her wrist.

"Wait. Clarke. I have to say something," he said, holding her back. She waited for him to continue. "I don't deserve a friend like you, but here you are, helping me out. And the other night, well, you're not just a hookup to me. You're more."

She silenced him with a kiss. A deep, intense kiss. He pulled away for a moment, holding her face in his hands, looking at her sweetly. Then he kissed her back, softly at first, but then with growing feverishness. He held onto her waistline, treating with her more respect than the other night, not moving too fast.

Clarke put her arms around his neck and drew him closer. "Bellamy, I want you," she said to him. She took off her shirt, exposing her bra and flawless, warm skin. Quickly, he removed his shirt, and pulled her toward him, putting her gently on the ground. They ground against each other's bodies rhythmically as their tongues danced in each other's mouths, the kissing growing hotter.

"Clarke" he moaned as she began unbuckling his belt. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said firmly, and she rolled on top of him. He felt great inside of her and she gasped. Bellamy tore off her bra, and brought his mouth to her. She nearly screamed in pleasure and he covered her mouth with his hand, flipping her on her back. "Shh" he said, and thrust into her again and again until they both orgasmed. It was the most intense pleasure she had every felt. Better by a long shot than her sex with Finn.

They lay there in the dark, cold night, gasping for air, sweating.

"That was…" she said.

"Amazing," he answered, smiling at her.

A moment passed as they lay there.

"But we should head back. Get these supplies to camp. Face our demons," Bellamy said, rising.

They pulled on their clothes and headed back toward camp.