Clarke let out a contented sigh as she made her way to the new recovery tent next to the med station. The camp was coming along nicely with new buildings being raised all the time.

There was still a lot to be done and Clare knew that Bellamy was getting antsy about wanting to help but there just wasn't much that he could do from his wheelchair.

He still got help out in the armoury and he definitely wasn't useless but he couldn't protect his people like he wanted to, and it was driving him crazy. He had whispered to her, between breathless kisses, that she and Octavia were the only reason he hadn't given up yet.

Walking into the recovery room now Clarke smiled even wider in pride as she saw Bellamy shuffle through the room with Octavia close behind him with hands in his hips should he fall. Raven had made leg braces to hold the soldiers leg straight until he could support them himself on the crutches that she also made.

Clarke and Abby both agreed that Bellamy was doing very well with his progress especially since when they had found him, strapped to that table in Mount Weather, he hadn't been able to move his legs at all.

It had been hard for Bellamy to accept help from people when he was so used to being the 100's leader. Miller helped out a lot to do the heavy lifting of Bellamy to his chair when he couldn't himself but when he was training it was just him and his shaking arms shuffling him across the room.

He had done a lot of healing in the last five months and Clarke was so proud of what he had accomplished.

Bellamy looked up as she came in and the hard lines of concentration melted off his face to make way for a sly smile.

"Hey Princess, why don't you come over here and give your injured soldier a kiss." Octavia groaned from behind her brother.

"Ugh gross Bell I'm right here you know." She pinched his sides a little, tickling him enough to make the man laugh and pivot towards her.

"What do you think you're going to do if I do fall over? I'd knock you flat O."

The girl scoffed and held Bellamy's sides more firmly. "I can hold you up Bell. I'm pretty strong now you know. Stronger than those skinny legs of yours."

Clarke held her breath at the joke not sure how it would be received but as usual the Blake siblings amazed her at how well they knew each other.

Bellamy only laughed, and shook his head. "Yeah I guess I skipped leg day."

"Well we have your leg stretches today and I was thinking of heading to the river, it will be good to get you swimming."

Bellamy turned back towards Clarke and smiled again. It was the sort of smile that he saved for her usually in the privacy of their shared tent. It was a look that made her melt every time.

"How about a dance instead Princess?"

Octavia rolled her eyes good naturedly as Clarke idled up to the man and slid her arms around his waist.

The younger Blake waited till Clarke had a firm hold on Bellamy before she let go of him and left, not eager to witness the sickening amount of PDA that was about to go down.

"I'll see you guys later. After you finish making love ugh." Secretly she was happy for the two of them. They were good for each other.

Clarke looked up at Bellamy as she felt the strong muscles of his back move under her hands. "Did you work hard today?" She pressed closer to him, her face against his neck to hear his answer rumble up from his chest.

"Of course. I walked to Raven and Wicks workshop with Octavia, they weren't busy doing work if you know what I mean."

Clarke laughed and scrunched her nose. "Eww. I'm glad I wasn't there for that."

"I'm glad you're here now."

Bellamy looked down at her with an almost unreadable expression except Clarke knew him too well now to let him get away with what she knew lay underneath.

"What's wrong?"

He sighed and smiled but the blonde could see the sadness in it.

"I want to dance with my arms around you." He gestured a little to his hands which were gripped firmly around the handles of his crutches, holding him up instead of around her waist where he wanted them.

Clarke wrapped one arm around his waist to use the other to take the crutches from him.

"Then let me hold you up for a while." Without his crutches Clarke was keeping him balanced on his braced legs and Bellamy happily wrapped his arms around her.

The two swayed and shuffled a little in their 'dance' and Bellamy hummed as he pushed his nose to her hair.

"I love you Clarke." He pressed a kiss to her forehead and Clarke tipped her face up to mumble against his lips.

"I love you too my handsome soldier." She could feel his smile in their kiss and she knew that she was smiling too.