As you all seem to want this to be a full length story, I decided I can definitely do that! I'm going to try to keep the characters as un-ooc as I can, but since it's a Bellarke fic, they're definitely going to be at least a little ooc. Enjoy chapter 2 :)
Bellamy awoke in the middle of the night with a start, immediately knowing something was wrong. As he blinked in the darkness and tried to remember where he was and what was happening, he became aware of breathing next to him. He softly turned his head and blinked in surprise. Clarke was lying next to him, her back to him, and he suddenly remembered that he'd invited her to his tent last night in order to keep her warm.
He could see her shoulders trembling minutely and wondered how long ago she'd rolled out of his arms and away from his body heat. He couldn't keep the soft smile off of his face. Even in sleep, she was stubborn. Rolling towards her, he cautiously draped and arm over her sleeping figure and tried to pull her closer. She murmured something unintelligible and scooted further away from him. Bellamy frowned
"Clarke, you're going to freeze." He whispered, holding her shoulder gently. She let out another agitated mutter and aggressively flipped over so he could see her face. Her forehead was creased, her brows drawn inward, and her lips pulled down into a deep frown. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Can't give me a peaceful day or a peaceful night apparently." He snapped, rolling his eyes before forcefully gathering her into his arms and closing his eyes. She struggled for a few seconds before falling still, her breaths evening out, and becoming limp in his arms. "Finally." He muttered, finally starting to drift into a deep sleep. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he thought he heard Clarke murmur his name into his neck, but decided against it and blamed it on his oncoming dreams.
When Clarke awoke the next morning, she was pleasantly warm. She sighed in content, not opening her eyes, and snuggled closer to her warm blankets, pushing her head further into her pillow. She couldn't remember her bed being so comfortable.
"I know you're awake." A deep voice reverberated through her skull, making her gasp, eyes shooting open. Bellamy's brown eyes were staring down at her, arms still wrapped tightly around her warm frame.
"Oh my god." She exclaimed, struggling out of his arms. He let her go with no conflicts, smirking up at her from his spot on the bed as she hastily pulled her boots back onto her feet. "This didn't happen, Bellamy Blake." She pointed a finger at him, her eyes narrowed in anger though a red flush had risen on her cheeks. Bellamy only chuckled and closed his eyes, a soft smirk planted on his face.
"Whatever you say, Princess." He stated lazily. Clarke let out a 'humph' noise and stomped out of his tent, not meeting anyone's eyes as a few of the 100 watched her storm away, arms crossed tightly over her chest. When she entered the drop ship, Finn was waiting for her, head ducked towards the floor. At her approaching footsteps, he looked up, eyes wide.
"I looked for you in your tent, but you weren't there. Where have you been?" He asked in concern. "Wait...isn't that Bellamy's jacket? Did you stay the night in Bellamy's tent!? Clarke, what were you thinking? You know what kind of a guy he is! Did he do anything to you?! I swear to god, if he touched you I'm going to cut his dick off!" Finn practically shouted, hands clenched into fists at his side.
"Finn stop. He didn't do anything. It was just so that neither of us froze overnight." Clarke muttered in response, rolling her eyes at Finn's over protective response. She didn't understand why he felt the need to 'protect' her from things that weren't even threatening her, such as Bellamy.
"Whatever." Finn responded, looking away from her bright blue eyes. "Anyway, I'm here because Monty cut his hand on the wall and he needs you to look at it." He mumbled, shouldering past her and heading for the exit of the drop ship. "Don't forget what kind of a person Bellamy really is, Clarke. I mean it." He called over his shoulder before he exited. Clarke clenched her teeth, irrationally angry at Finn's accusation. Did he really think so lowly of her? Did he really think so lowly of Bellamy? The answer was obvious. She knew that Finn didn't like Bellamy. Everyone knew that Finn Collins and Bellamy Blake hated each other. But she couldn't believe Finn would accuse her of doing something like sleeping with Bellamy. Scoffing, she spun on her heel and stalked towards the entrance of the drop ship. She hesitated at the tarp covering the door and looked down at herself, fingering Bellamy's jacket delicately. People would think things if she went out there while wearing it. But it was warm, and Clarke was scared she might freeze if she took it off. Finally deciding to be rational about it, she zipped the jacket up to her chin and made her way to Monty's tent.
Him and Jasper were sitting on Monty's furs bent over some sort of plant. Monty had a rag tied around the palm of his hand and at Clarke's entrance, looked up and held it out for her.
"I don't think it's too bad, but I'm scared it might get infected, or freeze in this weather." He explained. Clarke nodded and untied the rag, eyeing the cut in a scrutinizing manner.
"I think you'll be okay, but if your hand swells or the cut starts to ooze pus, come get me." She finally decided, wrapping the rag around it more professionally and giving each of them a smile.
"Hey Clarke, can I ask you something?" Jasper wondered as she was about to leave. Turning to look over her shoulder, she nodded. "Isn't that Bellamy's jacket." The medic immediately stiffened, eyes narrowing. "It isn't a bad thing or anything, I was just wondering!" He held his hands up in surrender at her angry expression. Clarke sighed and turned away, leaving the tent without answering. Not like she needed to anyway. Everyone already knew it was Bellamy's jacket.
"Does this make you mine?" A deep voice wondered from behind her. Clarke spun to see Bellamy standing over her shoulder, a cocky smirk etched across his face. "Everyone thinks that what it means." He leaned closer, warm breath billowing into her face. Clarke took a step back, narrowing her eyes.
"Get away from me Bellamy." She snapped, hurriedly unzipping the jacket and going to take it off. The smirk slid off of Bellamy's face, his expression contorting into one Clarke couldn't read.
"Stop, you need that. You're not prepared for this cold." he snatched her hand, stopping her from removing the jacket. Clarke froze, swallowing harshly and staring at his hand where it held her. "Like I said, can't have you getting sick." He cleared his throat and dropped his hand, turning away. "Anyway, I'm going to go find Octavia. Stay safe." Clarke watched him retreat and held her hand to her chest, wondering why she'd felt an odd spark where Bellamy had grabbed her. Shaking her head, she spun and hurried back towards the drop ship. She had better things to worry about than Bellamy's strange behavior. Much better things. At least, that's what she tried to tell herself.