"Why was Raven sneaking out of your tent last night?"
That probably wasn't the best way to start this conversation but right now it's all she's got.
And it's not as if she was spying on them or anything. She just happened to be outside of her tent last night, which just happens to face his, and saw Raven sneaking out of it. She's not sure why it kept her up all night. She certainly doesn't know why she's even asking him about it now.
Bellamy raises an eyebrow as he tosses a small red berry in his mouth.
"What do you think?" he asks with a smirk.
Clarke Griffin might be a lot of things but naive is not one of them.
"I think that she's only been single all of two days and somehow you've already gotten her into your bed."
That seems to piss him off because he lets out a huff and puts his hands on his hips.
"Somehow I got her into my bed? You don't think that maybe she wanted to be there?" His harsh tone makes her take a step back. It's not like she was accusing him of something and she doesn't know why he's acting like she did.
"I wasn't…that's not even…" He holds up a hand to cut her off.
"You should really be thanking me, Princess," he bites out.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" she asks even though she's pretty sure she already knows what he's going to say.
"You're free to be with Spacewalker. Isn't that what you wished for in the first place?" he asks bitterly. Something flashes in his eyes and she starts to say something but he shakes his head angrily and walks away.
Her stomach tightens as she watches him disappear into his tent and she feels like an idiot for bringing it up in the first place.
She doesn't even know why she did.
They're not friends.
He doesn't know why she thinks she has the right to interrogate him about who he sleeps with.
Raven was the one that came on to him in the first place, told him that she was just looking for a way to kill the time (pain) and that maybe they could help each other out.
What was he going to do, say no?
There is so much other shit going on down and he's sitting here feeling guilty about spending the night with Raven when he should be thinking about anything else.
He's not going to deny that it's guilt that he's feeling but he can't figure out who he feels like he's screwing over more, Finn or Clarke?
There's a part of him that knows it's because of her but it's the part of him that he's managed to keep at bay for the last however many days and he's not about to let it win now.
Bellamy was right about Murphy.
She should have known that he would be because Bellamy knows how guys like Murphy work. That might scare other people but it just tells her that she really needs to trust him on matters like these.
Murphy goes nuts one day in camp and before she realizes what's happening there's a knife at her throat and a voice in her ear telling her to shut up or she's dead. Finn and Bellamy are both standing in front of her, Bellamy with a gun in his hand and murder in his eyes while Finn does his best to talk Murphy down. One fights with his mind and one fights with his heart.
It's funny how she notices these difference as the cool metal of Murphy's knife presses harder against her skin.
Bellamy makes eye contact with her and motions his head a bit to the side and she knows what to do. She tilts her head to the right and then there's the loud pop of a gunshot before Murphy's lifeless arm falls off of her and she stumbles into Finn's arms. He's stroking her hair and whispering in her ear that she's okay but her eyes are trained on Bellamy, who lowers his gun to his side and then looks straight at her. He gives her a quick nod, a hint of a smile, and she knows what that means.
She lets Finn wrap his arms around her because he's warm and safe and she wants to.
Her gut wrenches when she watches Bellamy walk towards the others but she doesn't know if it's because he's moving away from her or because he doesn't look back.
If she's being honest, it's probably a lot of both.
He's so angry at her.
It's unfair and definitely misplaced but he doesn't care.
He warned her that Murphy was unstable and ready to snap, he warned her something like this could happen. She didn't listen.
She never listens because she's too damn stubborn to ever admit that he's right.
Octavia must have noticed that he wanted to be alone because she doesn't come in until after it's dark to check on him.
"You did the right thing today, Bell." He sighs and shakes his head. "Clarke is alive because of you."
"Yeah, except this hero doesn't get the girl," he mumbles. Octavia raises an eyebrow and he shakes his head. "Just forget it."
"Bellamy?" They both turn at the sound of Clarke's voice and Octavia pats his shoulder and nods at Clarke before leaving the two of them alone.
Clarke gives him a small smile as she sits on the edge of his bed.
"I wanted to thank you, Bellamy." He shrugs and moves so he's sitting next to her, their hands almost touching between them.
"Not a big deal. Can't have a lunatic killing our Princess after all," he jokes but he can tell that she's not buying it.
"Bellamy, what you did today…no one else could have done that." She's moving closer to him, her pinkie is grazing his and when he looks up her face is inches from his.
"What about Jasper?" he says with a chuckle and she laughs quietly as she shakes her head.
"You saved my life. Again. It seems like you're always doing that."
She's so close. Too close.
He's so damn tired of fighting against his feelings.
His eyes flicker down to her lips and she pulls in a breath when he wraps his hand around the side of her neck to pull her lips to his. She melts into his arms and one hand grips the collar of his jacket while the other sits dangerously high on his leg.
She pulls away first.
"Bellamy…"
He doesn't want to hear her tell him that this can't be anything more so he just shakes his head and kisses her again.
There's no telling what dangers are still around the corner. Grounders or weather or hunger. Right now, none of that matters.
They can worry about all of that tomorrow.