A/N: I just dreamt this up this afternoon and had to put it in writing.
Be kind and there may be a part two in it for you.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, I would not live in the Midwest.

Clarke brandished her spear in front of her, knocking down the vines across their path. They had been working for the last few days on expanding their knowledge of the woods around them. With the brief respite they were getting from the Grounders, they were working twice as hard to get prepared, no matter how their enemy came at them. Weapons training had been going surprisingly well; Clarke hadn't needed to treat any actual gunshot wounds yet, just grazes and burns from the hot metal. Everyone was really coming together as a community. And after seeing how much they almost lost when Finn was attacked, being the only one who knew how to track and trap as well as he did, they had decided that everyone was going to be learning an extra skill set.

Which was how Clarke ended up in the forest with Bellamy.

It actually wasn't torture being around him now. After their heart-to-heart last week, they had morphed into a generally comfortable camaraderie. He was still an ass half the time, and they still got into screaming matches every so often, but the times between that were getting much easier to deal with.

"Can you keep up or should I slow down to let you rest?" she called as she glanced over her shoulder, checking his progress. Usually he was the one to take charge and lead them into the forest, not the one to lag behind.

"Just enjoying the view, Princess." He winked at her, causing her to shake her head with a rueful grin and continue forward. That was the other new part to this partnership of theirs. Ever since she had been paired with Bellamy to learn how to hunt, their teasing had taken on a significantly more flirtatious undertone. It was never too overt, but she swore it was there. She wasn't quite sure how to handle it, but since it kept him amiable, she let it slide.

Oh, who was she kidding? She'd have to be blind not to notice that he was, in fact, very attractive. And it was probably due to an overabundance of oxygen and the fact that they were too often stuck together out here but she had started to flirt back with him, which shocked and confused the hell out of her. She hadn't figured out how to handle this yet outside of the set parameters and she wanted to keep it that way. She had enough on her plate without trying to sort out if she actually wanted to –

"Clarke."

His hushed tone cut through her thoughts like a knife, making her still her progress. There was a deer about ten yards ahead of them, standing as still as a statue as its two noses scented the air around it. Clarke's breath caught in her throat. They hadn't found a deer in ages, and if they only brought back more squirrels today, there was going to be an uprising.

The rush of Bellamy's arrow blew a strand of her hair across her face as it soared through the forest and sank home between the animal's two heads. The deer swayed once before crashing to the ground, and Clarke's face lit up. They would eat well tonight.

"Nice shot."

"Thanks." His hushed voice came from directly behind her and her breath hitched at his sudden nearness. "You gonna stand there all day, or…?"

She rolled her eyes and started forward, bypassing the deer for one of the snares they had set up in this area. She dropped easily to her knees and started unraveling the system that held it together. Finn and Monty had come up with these snares and they were quickly proving to be their most proficient means of procuring meat. She heard rather than saw Bellamy as he checked that the deer was dead and removed his arrow, the neat schlik of it sliding back into his quiver gratingly loud in the quiet forest. He set to unlocking one of the snares before speaking again.

"You have to," he said easily, picking up from an earlier conversation. "You have to have somebody back on the Ark. Someone besides your mom."

"As I told you before, I don't."

"You sure about that? I don't know whether to trust that statement, after what Spacewalker pulled…" Clarke snapped her head around to glare at him, that infuriating face just pulling into a smirk at her reaction. "Right, sore subject." She sighed.

"No, it's fine. I'm over it," she said firmly, ignoring his guffaws. "I am. But no, nobody on the Ark. How about you, oh fearless leader? I can't imagine all of your sexual conquests were delinquent minors." She paused and cocked her head. "Or maybe I can…"

"Watch it," he warned in a voice that had lost all its venom to her. She knew he was all talk. "No, of course I wasn't involved with any minors. But with O… Not really easy to get close to someone when you've got a secret like that. And afterwards, no one wanted to be associated with the disgraced guard with the hidden sister. Octavia's all I have." Clarke looked at him gently with a small smile. These moments of deep connection and honesty were rare, but becoming – "Of course, just because I didn't have a girlfriend doesn't mean I didn't—"

"Okay, story time is over." There's the Bellamy they all knew and tolerated. She strung the squirrel up with the rabbit on the cord around her waist and stood.

"Sorry, Princess. I'll keep the stories PG. Don't want to upset your delicate sensitivities." He smirked and turned his back on her and it set a fire inside of her, igniting some kind of anger she didn't know she possessed. She didn't know what she was doing until she had already crossed the clearing and stepped in front of him, slotting her body neatly against his. He stood shocked as she reached up, closing the distance between their lips until only an inch remained. He took in a breath and moved back a fraction of an inch, making her smile as she stared up into his eyes.

"You're a tease, Blake." Her words ghosted over his mouth. She smiled and turned to tend to the animal when a strong arm caught her wrist and spun her around. She dropped her spear and stumbled against his chest as his lips crashed down on hers. Rough and soft and firm, they surprised her only momentarily before she melted into his touch. It had been so long since she had been touched like this, and the memory of the last kiss she'd shared was tainted now. But this was something else entirely.

Hit bit her lip into his mouth, making her gasp as he took that in and took control of her. She clung to him, breathing in every movement, every touch, every scent until all of her senses were full of—

"Bellamy?!" Octavia's voice broke the silence of the woods and the two broke apart quickly, panic filling their eyes. "Clarke? Where are you guys?" Breathing hard, Clarke tried to school her expression as Octavia came into the clearing. She jerked Bellamy's head to the side roughly, acting as though she was examining his jawline.

"Definitely a bug bite," she said, proud of the way her voice never wavered. "We should get some poultice on that later in the infirmary." Her eyes danced at his as he caught on and nodded.

"I can try to come by after dinner," he tossed, nonchalantly. Daring a glance at Octavia, Clarke was relieved to find her examining the deer and not the too-close proximity of her body to Bellamy's. She stepped away quickly and moved to pick up the spear she'd dropped when he surprised her.

"Nice job, Bell. I was getting way too sick of those squirrels. Clarke, Raven needs your help. Some kids got into a fight with a bramble bush. It's not pretty."

"Sounds bad. Bellamy, are you okay if…"

"Go, Clarke. I think I can manage a single deer by myself." The girls shared an eyeroll before moving down the trail back towards the camp.

"Clarke, I think you should find a different skill to train for. Your face is all red, I don't think hunting agrees with you."

A/N: Review for part 2!