Grounder traps
Set off right after 1.8. Bellamy just killed Dax and since it's dark outside, they decided to stay where they are, so they don't get lost in the woods. They are in the bunker and about to go to sleep surrounded by comfy blankets.
Clarke climbed under the pile of blankets they'd arranged in a corner of the bunker and hummed satisfied. This was the most comfortable she'd been in what seemed like ages. She felt Bellamy lay down beside her. He probably thought she was asleep, so he was quiet not to wake her up. As he lay down his strong scent hid her and she instantly felt at peace. She felt her eyelids getting heavier and soon they were both fast asleep, neither of them noticing that they moved closer to each other.
Clarke woke up by the early daylight flowing through the small windows in the top of the bunkers walls. She slowly lifted her head to look around, but something prevented her from lifting herself more than a few inches above the floor. The floor? She looked up and suddenly remembered where she was, seeing Bellamys sleeping face right next to hers. She looked down and realized what was preventing her from moving was Bellamys strong arms around her waist. She was just about to shove it away when she looked back up at his calm face. Clarke didn't think she'd ever seen him this relaxed before. He was actually quite handsome without his face all tight and serious. She laid her head back down, not sleeping, just looking at him, and exploring his face. She'd never noticed he had a tiny white scar beneath his chin. She wondered where and how he'd gotten that.
"What are you doing Princess?" He suddenly asked. Clarke's heart skipped a beat. She had been so focused on looking at him; she hadn't realized he'd woken up. He opened his eyes and they looked at each other for a few seconds before Clarke spoke.
"I didn't want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful." She said whilst sitting up, now shoving his arm gently away. She stood up starting to collect the blankets and folding them up, but Bellamy didn't move. She tried to pull the blankets away from underneath him, but he didn't move. She sighed, looking rather annoyed down at his smirking face. "Would you move? We've got to get back to camp," she said, trying not to sound too bossy. Bellamy rolled his eyes. "Aren't you grumpy in the morning," he mumbled whilst stranding up. When the blankets fell to the ground, she noticed for the first time he wasn't wearing any shirt. She did not expect to see that, and was just about to look away when her eyes fell to his stomach. She hadn't seen that many boys' stomachs, but she would bet this was the sexiest one in the world. He saw her staring and chuckled lightly. "A little different than Spacewalker, huh?" He asked with a smirk. Clarke felt the color rush to her face and she looked away. Yeah, it was definitely different than Finn. Not that Finn didn't have a great body or anything. It just wasn't sexy as Bellamys was. Wait what? Had she just called Bellamy sexy? She shook her head and bent down to pick up the blankets. Meanwhile Bellamy had put on a shirt. Thank god. But she still couldn't get the image of his sexy stomach out of her head. Damn, she just called him sexy again. Get it together Clarke, she silently told herself. "Ready to go princess?" Bellamy said from across the room. He had the guns they'd found the night before in a sack over his shoulder. Clarke put the last blanket in her backpack and swung it over her shoulder, thinking it was a little lighter than it actually was, she lost her balance and landed on the floor with a loud thud. Once the room stopped spinning, she heard Bellamys laugh and she looked embarrassed down and tried getting up without falling one more time, but before she could get to her feet, Bellamy was at her side pulling her up. The smile still hadn't left his face and she shoved him hard in the shoulder making him laugh even harder than before. She bent down to pick up her backpack, but once again, he was faster than her and had it already around his free shoulder. "Let's go Princess," he said and began to walk towards the door. "Come on Bellamy. You can't carry everything all the way back to camp!" She insisted, following him through the door and outside. Their eyes needed a few seconds to get used to the daylight, but they continued fast again, still arguing. "Let's just go Princess. I can carry this and more with no problem." He said, as it was that simple. "Yeah, I'm sure you can now, but when we get back home, your back will be hurting like crap, and who's going to have to rub your back with painkilling lotion and take care of you? I am!" She spit back. He looked over his shoulder back at her and with a smirk in his eyes. "After the looks you gave me this morning, I'm not sure rubbing my naked back in lotion would be that bad a task for you." He said. She stuck her tongue out at him, which only made him, chuckle again. He turned his head forward again, but a moment too late as he took another step and fell down a narrow hole in the ground, Clarke following just a second later, landing on top of him. They looked shocked at each other a few seconds before Bellamy said what they'd both been thinking. "Grounders."