AN: Written for the Prompt Collection Challenge on The 100 Fanfiction Challenges. (The link is in my bio.)

Dialogue Prompt Challenge: "You don't think it's weird?" / The Album Challenge: She's Thunderstorms (Album: Suck It And See by Arctic Monkeys.)

I do not own The 100 universe or the album Suck It and See by Arctic Monkeys. I am simply borrowing them for this collection. Enjoy!

She's Thunderstorms

If you're looking for someone to talk you down, tell you that you're just upset and not thinking straight, I'm not that guy.

Good.

Bellamy heard the rumbling of thunder far off. It had rained throughout the night, the cold refusing to assist with the recovery of the muscles he had exerted the night before.

In fact, it felt too cold.

Lifting one hand to rub his bare arm, Bellamy realised the reason. Raven wasn't with him.

He threw off the thin sheet covering him and pulled on the same trousers he had worn the night before, remembering how she told him he hadn't helped. Wrapping the sheet around his shoulders, he stepped outside the shelter of her tent.

It didn't take him long to find Raven; she was sat on a riverbank, stretching out her legs so her bare feet were only just brushing what had to be ice-cold water with a dramatic impact—ripples spreading in all directions. This was only the second time he had seen her without the heavy boots she wore so often.

He knew that she knew he was there, but he also knew that she wanted peace and quiet.

So, of course, he spoke. "Raven?"

Raven turned round with an arched eyebrow and an almost-smirk. "Bellamy," she said.

He rolled his eyes, letting her know just what he thought of her answer. Something passed behind her eyes, a flicker of emotion that Bellamy would have recognised had it only lasted a moment longer, but it didn't, and she shifted to make room for him to sit.

He felt a flash of disappointment, but moved to sit beside Raven anyway. As he sat down, there was another rumble of thunder.

Then their shoulders brushed, and lightning struck.

The brief reprieve from the rain ended, and it poured from the skies, each drop more desperate to soak them than the last.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Bellamy muttered as he fumbled with the knot he had tied in the sheet to keep it in place. By the time he had untied it and put it over their heads for shelter, they were already soaked through.

A brief moment of silence passed before Raven sighed. "I lied."

Bellamy frowned, not quite sure where she was going with that. "Could you elaborate?"

Raven rolled her eyes, and a smile crept its way onto her face, although her eyes were squinted against the rain that the sheet couldn't shelter them from. "You did help," she stated simply.

Bellamy's frown deepened; she was talking about last night. "So then why did you lie?"

"Wow, you're dim," said Raven, but it was evident she found his cluelessness amusing.

There was a rumble of thunder. "What do you mean?"

"After your mini speech last night, I would have thought you'd understand why I lied."

As much as he wanted to understand, he really couldn't. "Well, I don't…"

"Oh, forget it," she said, standing up as lightning flashed.

There was mud all over her trousers and Bellamy couldn't help but smile—then he realised she was leaving, so he jumped up to intercept her.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying desperately to make her stay. "Just tell me."

"You'll think it's weird."

"I won't, I promise."

Raven took a deep breath. "Okay, I lied because… because I don't want to like you."

"Why would you lying to me help with that?"

"You don't think it's weird?" asked Raven, her brown eyes wide.

Bellamy shook his head with a smile. "I can't really find it weird if I don't get it."

Raven groaned, and the sound mingled with that of the thunder. She looked magnificent stood there, with her dark hair wet from the rain and trousers muddy from the river bank. It gave her a wild edge—and Bellamy couldn't help but compare the lightning to the electrifying feeling of being with her.

"Because then you'd not have any feelings for me and that makes it easier to have no feelings for you," explained Raven.

But Bellamy was only half-listening, snapping out of his daydream as he said the words: "You're like a thunderstorm."

Raven snorted. "If this is your attempt at poetry then I'd sugg—"

However, unable to get the captivating imagery out of his head, Bellamy cut her off with a kiss—and it felt like a bolt of lightning shot straight through him.

He smiled as Raven deepened it, relishing the small sparks at her every touch, and thankful for the storm that had crashed into his life not so long ago.

First prompt: shelter