A/N This was supposed to be a one shot but I couldn't help but continue, I've been out of writing anything for a few weeks so it's nice to be back into the swing of things. Anything Bellarke or The 100 related is keeping me happy and giving me all the feels.
Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot belongs to me.
Time seemed to go by in a blink of an eye. Nearly six weeks had passed since the truce had happened. Sure things were still a bit strange and at times strained within Camp Jaha, but at least they didn't have to constantly worry about the grounders. They had more time to focus on getting their people out.
It had taken a good month for Clarke to feel almost herself again. The nightmares had become less frequent to her surprise but there was a reason for that. A reason called Bellamy Blake. Ever since that night she broke down, he had been frequently staying the night in her tent and if she wasn't needed in the med bay, then they slept in his tent far away from anyone else.
That was all it was, sleeping, nothing else except him holding her close and stroking her hair, mumbling things to her. If that was all this was, then why did he have such an affect on her?
Apart from the fact they still hadn't rescued the 47 out of Mount Weather, the other thing worrying Clarke was the weird butterflies and feelings that she got whenever he was close or whenever they brushed hands or the nights, in which she slept peacefully curled up against him.
Her mom hadn't needed her in the med bay so Clarke technically had the morning to herself. Lost in her thoughts Clarke hadn't even realised where her feet had been leading her as she wandered around the camp.
His tent of course.
She felt nervous as she hovered outside, almost scared to see if he had another girl in there with him. Low voices were coming from inside and just as she span around, Clarke herd the tent flap open and willed herself to move as quick as possible.
"Clarke?" Bellamy questioned as Clarke quietly muttered to herself, spinning around to see him stood there, looking at her with worry.
She nearly let out a sigh of relief at seeing Octavia behind him hovering in his tent.
"Hey, Clarke," Octavia called as she waved a map at her. "You here to help?"
"H-help?" Clarke stuttered wondering what was going on. She hadn't seen Bellamy since the early hours of the morning and a part of herself knew this was why she had come to his tent.
Normally he never let her wake up by herself, but this morning has been different. Bellamy wasn't next to her and the space felt cold and empty. A note was on the side mentioning that he had to go on patrol and he was sorry for leaving so early.
Octavia laughed as Bellamy re-entered his tent, followed by a confused Clarke. "Yeah, to break the 47 out? You do remember that plan, right?" she said.
"Riiight," Clarke mumbled as she exaggerated the word. Bellamy's brown eyes caught her gaze and she felt herself biting her bottom lip as her face grew warm just thinking about him.
He raised his eyebrows at her chuckling softly. "You okay there, Princess?"
Clarke looked away quickly moving to Octavia who was leaning over a table covered with maps, drawings and directions. When the younger girl looked up she had a smirk on her face as she looked between the blonde and her brother.
"When are we going to do it then?"
Bellamy almost dropped the cup he had been holding at Clarke's words. Spluttering from the water he had been drinking he stared at the two girls, both of them looking confused at his reaction. All he could think of was how innocent Clarke had looked when she said it, she didn't know that he had asked himself the same question but for totally different reasons.
"Excuse me?" Bellamy coughed.
Octavia was laughing and shaking her head as she picked up a map and waved in in front of her brothers dazed face. "The plan, Bell? When are we rescuing the 47," she told him explaining what Clarke had meant as he turned his attention back to the plans feeling flustered.
"Oh yeah," he muttered rubbing his hand at the base of his neck.
Clarke was amused at the way Bellamy got flustered so easily, especially by Octavia's teasing. She couldn't help notice the way he stood close to her as they continued making plans, ready to present to the adults. The way he always smelt like firewood and smoke made her smile and Clarke couldn't wait for the night to come.
(*)
Planning had taken up most of their morning, Murphy and Raven had joined them at one point to help. Bellamy almost laughed at the sight of them talking and getting along. Abby had come by after lunch to get Clarke as she needed help in the med bay.
It was late evening now and Bellamy couldn't help but replay the words 'When are we going to do it then?' over and over in his head.
He felt like a fool. All that time he spent with various girls not long after they had landed he was confident and probably a bit too cocky. But now? There was one girl who could get him flustered in a matter of seconds and she had no idea the effect she had on him.
Bellamy wanted to say more to her, to explain to her. She was nearly back to her old self, well as much as her old self which mattered. There were still parts of her that made him curious. He had only ever seen her cry a handful of times and each time made him realise even more, how brave she was.
The zip on the tent was moving and Bellamy let out a sigh, wishing that it was Clarke outside. But a part of him knew she wouldn't be here, not until the camp was quiet and it was dark.
"Bell?" Octavia's voiced echoed as sat up on his make shift bed, swinging his legs off the side. "There you are," she exclaimed as she put her hands on her hips. "Abby wants us over in the council room, like right now."
"I'm coming, O, give me a minute," he replied as he grabbed his boots and pulled them, all the while Octavia stayed put. "I said I'm coming, O."
"That's not why I'm still here. Just talk to her, Bell," his sister told him.
Frowning as he laced his boots, Bellamy looked up. It was strange to see how much Octavia had grown over the past two years. The change in her had been incredible, to see her go from a scared teenager to a woman who had saved him and done so many things. It made him smile, but at the same time he felt like he was loosing her.
"Talk to who?"
Octavia rolled her eyes as he grabbed his jacket and gun. "Clarke of course, I've seen the way you look at her. Especially earlier on, you were so close when we were looking over the maps, I'm surprised you actually weren't touching her."
"Not now, O," were the words he uttered as he left his tent, thinking of what O had said. And how earlier in the day, he had wanted to run his hand under Clarke's top and trace patterns on her back, like he did when he held her at night.
(*)
The meeting with Abby hadn't been as long as he thought, tomorrow he and Clarke were going to give all their information, maps and drawings to the council. From there they would set a date and a proper plan to rescue the 47.
Abby wanted to do it as soon as possible, within the next week she had said. Bellamy stated he wanted to be in that rescue team, no matter what they were still his and Clarke's people. He had to go for himself, to see that they were all okay. Clarke had protested at his words, fighting back and asking if he had been inside Mount Weather.
She wanted to go as well, she knew the layout of the mountain and that the others would trust her and Bellamy if they saw them. That they would know everything would be okay. There was a look between the two of them and Clarke just knew that they would have words later that night when she would sneak into his tent.
As much as Abby protested, she gave in eventually and nodded at her daughter. Clarke was glad, she hated the thought of having to enter Mount Weather again, but she wanted her people back just as much as Bellamy.
Even though Raven, Octavia and Murphy were all to be included in the next meeting at the rescue of Clarke and Bellamy. As they left the council room, the three of them practically ambushed them.
"So," Raven pressed. "Is it definitely happening?" she asked Clarke who nodded.
Things were easier between the two of them now, Raven understood why she had done what she did and they were talking again. Neither of them would forget Finn and the least they could do was get along, it had just taken time for things to heal.
"My mom still isn't sure about you going," Clarke said, her eyes glancing down to Raven's brace.
Raven shrugged. "If you guys think I am staying behind here, and waiting for the news you must be joking. I'm coming with you even if you have to carry me."
Clarke and Octavia both laughed, the three of them were all stubborn in their own ways and they sure let the boys know that.
"And before you say anything, big brother, I am most certainly going with you guys as well," Octavia stated. "Lincoln will be there as well with his people."
Bellamy and Murphy both exchanged a glance as if to say 'none of them are going to not go' and then nodded.
"C'mon, lets celebrate," Octavia sang. "I found two bottles of Monty's moonshine back when we were at the drop ship with Lincoln. Do you think when we get them back, he and Jasper will make more?" she asked no one in particular as she skipped off followed by Raven and then Murphy.
"Leave her be," Clarke muttered to Bellamy who had just been about to speak. "I'll see you later, mom asked me to stop by the med bay to check on Paige."
Bellamy nodded as he watched the blonde walk away, with each step she took something in the lower part of his stomach seemed to do flips. Shaking his head at the impossible, he couldn't believe he might actually be falling for the Princess.
(*)
The day had been long and with all the talk about the rescue team, Clarke could barely sleep. The camp had been quiet for a good half hour before she finally decided to sit up and pull her boots on. The moonshine that Octavia had shared earlier was still buzzing through her system as she pulled on her blue jacket and exited her tent.
Except for the guards and odd person, she saw no one as she crossed the camp. At least she thought she saw no one until she heard giggles coming from Raven's tent. With her curiosity growing stronger Clarke double backed on herself, pausing outside the tent.
The giggles definitely sounded as if they were coming from Raven but she wasn't a hundred per cent sure.
"To the rescue mission," Raven's voice interrupted Clarke's thoughts as she heard two cups clink together. "And for you not being a total ass hole today, Murphy."
Clarke's eyes grew wide when she heard the name, wondering if she was dreaming.
"It's John, actually, Reyes," she heard Murphy quip back.
"It's laughable isn't it," a small voice said making Clarke jump as she took a step back, finding herself faced with familiar brown eyes, except they belonged to Octavia and not Bellamy. "Who'd have thought it, huh?" she slurred. "Raven and Murphy, it's almost as funny as you and Bellamy. I mean look how you started out."
Clarke stared at Octavia as she hiccuped and then put a hand to her mouth as if realising what she had said.
"Come on, lets get you to bed," Clarke muttered soothingly to the younger Blake as she guided her towards her tent. Once inside she helped get her boots off before tucking her under the animal skins.
"Y'know he really likes you, Clarke," she mumbled. "Really likes you."
Smiling Clarke just nodded. "I know, O. I like him too." Not sure if she had understood her or not, Octavia smiled as Clarke brushed the dark hair that had fallen across her face, out of her eyes. Clarke couldn't quite believe she had said that, sure she liked him they were co-leaders. But did she like him more than that? "Night, O."
There were a lot of things Clarke was thinking about as she continued across camp, un-zipping the tent flap and slipping into his tent.
"Couldn't sleep, huh?" she asked as she re-zipped the flap.
Bellamy was sat on the edge of his make shift bed, head in his hands. He didn't move when he heard her voice, he just let out a long sigh until he felt his makeshift bed dip next to him, from where she had sat down. Looking up Bellamy saw her unlacing her boots and kicking them off, like she had done many a time.
Once her jacket had come off and she had swung her legs up onto the bed and under the animal skins, it was only then did he move. He had been ready for her to come, wondering if tonight would be the night he would tell her.
"You okay?"
Bellamy nodded as he slid under the animals skins next to her. Clarke felt instant comfort as she moved closer to Bellamy, his arms encasing her as she molded against his body.
"So," Clarke mused as she ran her hand under the hem of his t-shirt, her finger tips brushing over his abdominal muscles. "Octavia just said something interesting to me before I put her to bed."
She felt Bellamy groan as he played out various things his sister could have told Clarke, in his head.
"Nothing embarrassing, I hope."
Clarke laughed and he smiled on hearing it. It was good to hear her laughing again, they had been through so much there was never normally time to laugh. "You should hope not."
"Your nightmares have stopped now haven't they?" Bellamy muttered not sure if he wanted to know what O had said. His fingers running through her hair as she listened to the rhythmic beating of his hear from where she lay against him.
Clarke nodded. "Thanks to you."
Bellamy wasn't sure she had him to thank, so much as letting time heal her. "I-I was thinking maybe we should stop this," he hesitated as he felt Clarke stiffen and a jolt of panic went through him as she leaned on her elbow to look up at him, a look of hurt across her face. "I-I-" he spluttered.
Clarke felt as if she might cry, but she willed herself not to. She was not going to cry in front of him, not when he had essentially just rejected her. Rolling away from him she moved quickly as she sat up, her legs dangling off the side of the bed.
"Clarke, stop. I didn't mean it like that," Bellamy tried to explain as he grabbed her wrist to make her look at him.
"What did you mean then?"
Having let go of her, Bellamy let out a frustrated groan his hand moving to rub the base of his neck, a nervous habit he had. "It's just you, you do things to me. Things I can't explain, I don't want to stop whatever we have." Bellamy sighed before continuing. "I meant I should stop pretending that I don't care for you, because I do, Princess. God when you came running at me when I came back to camp, it's like everything changed."
Clarke didn't know what to say but Octavia's words were coming back to her. "I like you, you complete ass! I don't know why but I do okay, Bellamy. We've been through so much there's something there between us. Even Octavia knows I think," Clarke explained as Bellamy stared at her like she was the light to his darkness.
A smirk appeared on his lips. "You like me, huh, Princess." A bubble of laughter escaped Clarke's pale pink lips as she smacked his chest playfully. "Are you coming back to bed?"
It took a matter of seconds for Clarke to decided to get back under the animal skins into Bellamy's welcome arms. Once they were settled Bellamy moved so that his forehead was pressed against her, seeing those big blue eyes looking at him in awe.
With the arm that wasn't wrapped around her waist, Bellamy tilted her chin up ever so slightly before rubbing his thumb carefully under her eyes at the tears that had formed.
"Did you really think I didn't want you, Princess? That I wanted to stop waking up to your beautiful smile."
Feeling as if it was now or never to do so, Bellamy cautiously pressed his lips against Clarke's, she tasted like sunshine and something sweet. Clarke couldn't believe she was kissing him, he was soft and gentle at first as if waiting for her to say stop. But god, how could she say no to him? The brushes of his fingers against her skin felt like she was on fire, the way his lips were careful, yet daring as he nicked her bottom lip. Clarke couldn't get enough of his touches. His tongue danced across her lips and Clarke parted them, allowing him in to intertwine with her own.
When they broke apart they were both breathing hard, Bellamy's callused fingers were tracing patterns on the small of Clarke's back which were sending shivers through her spine. Even though there wasn't any space left between them, Clarke still moved closer to him, watching the veins in his arms become more visible as he held her tighter.
"You're an ass sometimes, Bellamy Blake," she breathed into his t-shirt, smelling like firewood and smoke, like him. "But I need you."
"I need you too, Princess."
Holding each other close as if their lives depending on it, Clarke fell asleep with her head resting on Bellamy's chest listening to his heartbeat.
A/N Big thanks to all of you who followed/favourited/reviewed the first chapter and the story! If you hadn't of guess I do ship Psychotic Mechanic (MurphyxRaven) in a weird messed up kind of way XD
I have a vague idea of where this could go and I feel like there can be a lot more between these two if you catch my drift, it's just a matter of me having the time/motivation to write. Which is why I'm asking you guys, continue or not?
