This is something that wouldn't leave me alone, because I'm utterly in love with Bellarke and I needed them to stop hurting for a while. It doesn't take place in a specific moment of the show, but if you want some guidelines, Clarke has not been taken by Grounders and Bellamy has not slept with Raven.

Please let me now if you like it! Any comment, positive or negative or confused or whatever, is very welcome. Don't hold back! ;)

With a frustrated growl, Bellamy gave up on sleep once and for all. He had spent hours twisting in his bed, worries never leaving him to rest and nearly driving him crazy. His skin was burning up despite the temperature drop since the sun had set, his mind overcome - eyes closed or not - by a blur of confused and painful flashes. Gounders' painted faces, three hundred twenty bodies lighting up the sky (my fault, all my fault), Charlotte's cries, Jaha's dark and thick blood, Murphy hanged and suffocating, his sister's terrified look while being taken away from him that goddamned day… - past and present melted and spun in a furious storm with no light at the end.

Bellamy never asked for it. He didn't want all those responsibilities, such a huge weight on his shoulders. He wasn't that strong. He tried to not let anybody down, to be the leader they believed him, but he knew the truth. He had just tried to protect Octavia and himself, because no one else would have. No one cared. No one…

Golden hair and sky blue eyes emerged from his whirlpool of thoughts. She does care, said a tiny voice hidden somewhere inside of him. Clarke cared. Bellamy couldn't on his life comprehend why, why someone as pure and bright as she was should give a damn about a lost boy with a corrupted soul like he felt he was; but she did.

Suddenly he was overwhelmed by a burning need to see her, to just see her and make sure she was actually there, that he hadn't imagined her. He was well aware of how irrational that fear was, because of course she's real, but he couldn't help it even if he tried.

His body almost moving on its own will, he rose quietly and stepped out in the night. Everything was oddly silent and the only noises came from the leaves of the woods' trees and the wind against the wall they had built. Bellamy walked past what was left of the previous nights' bonfires, paying attention not to make a sound that could wake some of the guys sleeping near, and in a couple of minutes he found himself in front of Clarke's place.

Standing there, a flood of afterthoughts suddenly threatened to win over his resolution: what if she was asleep? How would she react, waking up with him there staring at her? And what if she was awake and he burst in without a real reason to?

Bellamy shook his head vigorously, well aware that he had to get on with it now or he would never have the guts to. It wasn't a big deal after all, was it? Just a matter of seconds, really, and then he would just go back and maybe be even able to doze off a little.

He lifted the opening and slid into the small room, his heart beating more quickly than he would have admitted out loud. The moonlight couldn't pass through the thick material of the tent and it took him a while to adjust his sight to the pitch dark; little by little he started to distinguish Clarke's figure lying down on the ground. She was sleeping.

A part of him pushed to leave and forget about the whole thing, but something just didn't feel right. He narrowed his eyes as he got closer to her, noticing how she trembled and moved in her sleep. Bellamy suddenly realized she was having a nightmare. Not really thinking it through he knelt beside her and put a hand on her shoulder, trying to ease her, and when she relaxed under his fingers Bellamy let go a faint relieved breath that he hadn't been aware of holding in.

He was about to stand up and go back to his tent when Clarke turned to him and subconsciously threw an arm around his waist, making him loose his balance and fall sprawled next to her. At the noise the girl opened half an eye and Bellamy froze, staring at her, terrified of what she could think or say.

The girl peered at him for a few seconds, then murmured drowsily "Is it still night?"

Bellamy shifted his head slightly to have a better look at her, tempted to not answer and to pretend he wasn't there. Don't be an idiot, thought the most rational part of him. You put yourself in this situation, you deal with the consequences.

"Uhm, yes, it is" he answered quietly.

Clarke closed her eyes again as a smile blossomed on her tired face. And then Bellamy almost fainted of shock when she hugged him more tightly and snuggled closer. "Good" he heard her mumble, and without even the time for him to realize her intentions, she cupped his face and kissed him slowly.

A white light exploded behind his shut eyes and suddenly his blood was on fire. His skin tickled everywhere, his mind went on overload trying to grasp what this meant. As her lips continued to move against his and deepened the kiss Bellamy vaguely took notice of how his body was reacting, some parts more than others… Oh god he thought, coming abruptly back to reality. In that very moment Clarke let go of him and buried her face in his neck, humming content.

He swallowed, gathering some courage. "Clarke…"

"Mmmmwhat" she muttered against his skin, her fingers playing with his hair.

Bellamy stared at the roof of the tent and tried to calm the furious beating of his treacherous heart. "What was that?" he managed to utter, and he would have slapped himself for how his voice sounded shaken.

Clarke swatted lightly on his chest. "Don't be a bore, what does it matter anyway?"

That answer startled him. He glanced down at her to read her expression, but only saw a crown of blonde hair. "Well, it does to ME."

He felt her mouth curl into a smile, sending a shiver run down his spine. "Why?" she asked sleepily. " -'s just a dream".

Bellamy was about to reply, when a bell ringed in his head. Did she just…? Oh. OH.

One of her legs drifted in between his and her hand started to follow the lines of his abs, making him tense.

"You feel more real this time" she whispered against the curve between his neck and shoulder.

… This time?!

Clarke giggled as if the two of them were privy to a secret, still not opening her eyes. "And we are dressed, for once."

"FUCK"he swore under his breath, desperate not to linger on the meaning behind those words while in such a compromising position, with Clarke half sprawled on him. He definitely needed to go out of that tent while he could still maintain the few drops of self-control he still had left. Bellamy raised a hand and removed the golden tresses that covered her face, noticing how beautiful she was, how young and peaceful, when she had no worries nor expectations to live up to.

"Clarke" he said, trying to loosen her grip around his waist. No answer came. "Clarke" he repeated, this time a little more firmly.

The girl nuzzled his jaw tenderly like it was an everyday habit for them. His heart warmed in a way he couldn't describe, and he didn't fight the smile which pulled at his lips when she moved a little closer to him, if that was even possible. Their figures molded into each other perfectly, and Bellamy let his instinct guide him as he stopped fighting against her arms and embraced her back.

Clarke smiled, still lost in what she supposed was her dream, and keeping her lids sealed she moved her head to rest on his chest with a happy sigh.

"You smell so good" she murmured, already drifting off again, making Bellamy's heart skip a beat. "It's not fair how good you always smell".

Bellamy chuckled quietly at the thought of the whole situation and what Clarke would do if she truly woke up right then. He realized he had been staring at her, and that his hand had been in her hair since the moment he moved it from her face; her bright locks were soft although unruly around his fingers, tickling his chin and falling over his shoulder.

He caressed her cheek as gently as he could, calloused skin against pure silk. The skin of a princess. Their brave Princess.

My brave Princess, he dared thinking. His strong, just, intrepid, brilliant, beautiful Clarke. Clarke who believed in him, trusted him, who wasn't afraid to fight him, to stand up with him, or protect him (no one had ever done that – no one).

And maybe, this gorgeous girl could even – for some blessed reason - have feelings for him.

Bellamy felt weightless, gleaming, and for once in what appeared to be an entire lifetime, hopeful. Before he was aware of it his face opened in a wide smile that didn't seem to be going away any time soon. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Clarke's breath, hugging her a little more tightly.

He decided he wasn't leaving yet. Not yet. He wanted to just lay there by her side and hold her for a while. Clarke hummed something as her small hand searched for one of his and intertwined their fingers together.

Yes. That smile was definitely staying. And so was he.