"Bellamy-" Clarke whipped the door open to his tent ready to unleash all hell on him for going hunting alone again. Instead she found herself caught off guard to find him in nothing but his briefs.

"Does nobody knock anymore? Ya know it would be nice if we didn't become complete savages down here," he joked.

She'd seen him walking around camp without a shirt many times before but she'd never seen this much of him. It was nice, she noticed as she felt her face begin to burn.

What made it worse was that since bringing her back to camp, she'd begun to see him in a different way. Hearing his voice did something to her now, it made her stomach flip. She wondered how it could be so rough and smooth at the same time. The many nights she spent on her own in the woods, she found herself thinking of him…missing him…wondering if he was okay.

"Can you just put some clothes on," Clarke said as she turned her back to him so she could give him some privacy. "I need to yell at you for something."

"Sure thing, Princess" he laughed.

The rest of the day Clarke found her mind going to images of the boy. He wasn't hard on the eyes, she admitted to herself. And it wasn't like she was trying to look, he was just right there. It wasn't her fault. But her mind continued coming back to his suntanned skin and she couldn't help but wonder how soft it must have felt. She kept picturing the muscles of his chest and abdomen and kept imagined how her hands would explore him. She kept seeing his dark brown curls falling into his eyes and imagined her own fingers tangled in them.

"Shit," she said to herself.

"You okay?" Bellamy's voice from behind her startled her. "Not still thinking about earlier are we?" A playful smile danced upon his lips.

"Earlier? Why would I be thinking about that?" Clarke was a good liar. She knew there would be nothing in her voice to betray her.

"Seemed distracted," he replied.

"By you? I think there's more important things that could be distracting me right now." Not a complete lie.

"If you say so," he shrugged, "I respect you Clarke, so I'm not gonna ask you if you want to see more. But ya know, if you did I wouldn't say no."

"Well I don't, now can you let me eat my food in peace?"

"Oh yeah sure," as he replied he brought his arms above him into one long and slow stretch. In doing so, his shirt pulled up, revealing a small bit of his lower abdomen. Clarke's eye's immediately caught the sight and found themselves glued to his hipbones peeking out from his jeans. Again she felt the heat rush her to face as she forced herself to peel her eyes away.

"So you like what you see hey?" an eyebrow rose on his face.

"What I would like is to eat my food. In peace."

"Okay admit it and I'll leave you alone," he agreed.

"There's nothing to admit."

"Admit it, you like what you see" he said stepping closer to her. "You're into me."

His eyes were friendly, she thought. Even when he was trying to be cocky and annoying, Clarke could see through the act just by looking into his eyes. He was a different person to her now.

"Okay," she nodded.

Before Bellamy could reply, Clarke took a step towards him and planted a rough kiss on his lips. As she did so she imagined all of the times she'd wished she done it. After he saved the both of them in the woods…when he left to be the inside man at TonDC…when she was saying goodbye to him before going off on her own.

When she pulled away, the smirk on Bellamy's face had disappeared and was replaced with a look of utter surprise. Any act he was trying to uphold was now gone. All that was left was his parted lips and widened brown eyes.

"There," she said. "Happy?"

For once he was speechless.. All he could do was nod.

"Now will you please shut up so I can eat?"