Clarke took a deep breath of crisp, cold air. Winter was coming, and that fact became painfully obvious as everyone was on the hunt for someone to cuddle up with for warmth for the next few months. It seemed like the entire population of Camp Jaha was pairing off. Couples curled up around the many fires roaring around the fallen space station, longing arms wrapped around each other during meals, and pairs snuck off to their respective tents whenever they could between shifts. With the peace between the Skypeople and the Grounders tensions had begun to unwind, and the return of the 47 had brought more young love to the mix and less stress to worry about. Clarke had noticed boys had tried to talk to her more, but she brushed them off. After what had happened with Finn and his tragic and traumatizing death she was in no mood to shack up with anyone. Anyone except... Well. That wasn't an option. However she would have expected him, Bellamy, to take advantage of the situation. She recalled the harem that used to stream to and from his tent. But Clarke couldn't remember Bellamy even talking to another girl in anything other than business or politeness. Of course girls had tried. He was the crown jewel in every girl on camps eyes, yet he brushed them all off. It was very out of character, but Bellamy had been doing many things out of the character of the tough, cold alpha male he had exuded when they first arrived on Earth. His transformation had transfixed Clarke, she had caught herself staring and wondering about him far too often and much more than she was willing to admit. Footsteps interrupted her thoughts.

"Something on your mind, Princess", said none other than Bellamy Blake himself.

Clarke chuckled, "When is there not something on my mind."

Bellamy swiftly moved and plopped down next to her. He was close enough for Clarke to hear every breath he took. Their arms brushed together and he stared into her eyes. She felt a jolt of lightning down her spine.

"Well, if you'd like to clear your heavy thoughts some of the original 100 is having a little get together. Monty's moonshine will be provided in copious amounts" Bellamy smiled. God his smile shone brighter than any star she had seen while living in space, and you best believe she had seen her fair amount of stars staring out her window of her cell while trapped in the Skybox.

A grin slowly spread across Clarke's face, "I could use a drink... or two. And some good company would be a nice change of pace."

Bellamy held out his hand to help her up, "Well come on, before you sink back into your little antisocial shell."

Clarke smacked his arm. "Hey! I could say the same for you Blake. I don't think I've seen you talk to anyone on anything other than camp business that isn't me or your sister and half the time you're scolding O."

Bellamy just smirked and grabbed her hand to lead her to Monty and Jaspers tent.