The noises from outside the tent slowly make their way into Clarke's dreams. It's too warm for her to fully wake up so she snuggles deeper into the covers and ignores the sound of the camp waking up beyond the tent walls.

From under the covers she hears the flap of the tent rustling and hopes that whoever it is will just go away- could it really be daylight already.

"Move over Princess. It's freaking cold out here." Says a deep, warm voice from inside the tent.

She throws the blankets off her face and stares at Bellamy in surprise - what the hell did he just say? She's about to put him right about moving over to make room for him in her bed when she catches sight of herself and the tent.

In a move that she's ashamed to admit is totally a teenage girl move, she throws the covers back over her head. Maybe if he can't see her she can pretend he's not there- how the hell did am I in Bellamy's bed?She thinks from beneath the covers. Slowly the events of the previous night start to filter into her consciousness and she slowly starts rolling the covers back from her face and gives him a sheepish smile and hopes he doesn't notice how hot her cheeks are.

Bellamy is busy shrugging of his jacket and toeing off his boots, when he glances back up at her with a smirk. "Forget where you are for a minute there princess?"

Rubbing her hands over her face to hide her red cheeks she groans out loud. "One more comment like that and you'll sleep on the floor tonight." She doesn't see any need not to face this head on. She's already half naked in his bed, why not test the water.

"Awe, don't be like that Sweetums, especially as I got us breakfast." The look that Clarke gives him could have frozen fire. "You don't like Sweetums? How about Sugar pie?...Honey?...Snookums?" It's a good job his reflexes have improved down on earth, it's the only things that allows him to duck her boot whilst keeping the bowl and cup he's holding steady - not a drop spilt. He can't help but laugh, she's so feisty- He loves that about her. Plus that scowl, along with her red cheeks and bed tousled hair is making such a pretty picture. All he really wants to do is toss breakfast and join her under the covers.

"Clarke I'm sorry." He pleads, food held up towards her in appeasement. "You're just so cute when you're riled." He's happy to note the little upward quirk that appears on her lip. She's nowhere near as angry at him as she's making out. So he feels like maybe approaching his feisty kitten might not end up in a mauling.

"Can I get in? It's a little cold out here." She shuffles, somewhat reluctantly, over. He hands her the food and quickly shrugs out of his cargo pants. Climbing in quickly beside her, he takes the hot drink and sips it while she starts on the bowl of whatever it is that was in the cooking pot.

"Ugh, what on earth is this?" Clarke complains.

"No idea, whatever they came up with from our limited supplies. Eat up its hot and I'm pretty sure it's not going to kill you."

"Here-" She says handing him the bowl "-that's enough of that. What's in the cup?"

"Mint tea, I think." He says handing it over to her. She takes a sip and nods at him.

"That's pretty good. Warm too."

They finish their breakfast side by side and fairly comfortable. She's right about the gruel- it's not good, but it is hot and fills a gap. With a final drink of the mint tea to remove the taste of breakfast he grabs the bowl and cup and puts them down beside the bed. Clarke has already settled back down. She's pulled the covers up to her shoulders and her fingers are busy plucking at the ends- he'd earlier completely glossed over her attempt to gauge this new development in their relationship and now her courage has fled. He settles down next to her- on his side facing her, his head propped up on his hand.

They both talk at the same time, "I should go.." "We need to talk.." She laughs nervously. He grabs her hands to stop the plucking.

"Don't run away Clarke." He says quietly, drawing her attention away from where he clasps her hands. She looks at him, fear seeping into her eyes.

"I meant what I said last night." He says hoping to put her at ease.

"Which part?" She asks quietly.

"All of it. I want this Clarke, I want us-" he moves his hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear, "- I want to be the one who keeps you warm at night. I want to wake up in your arms and I want freeze my ass of in the morning getting you breakfast." He stares at her intently while he professes his love- Putting his heart on the line, because he knows that she is worth it- With Clarke at his side he can do anything.

She stares back at him, looking for any sign of a lie. She wants him to be sincere, but life has taught her that people are not always honest with her. Take Finn and his sweet sincerity that turned out to be so false. She really, really wants to believe him. She wants to let him know that he probably already has her heart, but she hesitates.

"Bellamy..."

"No Clarke, don't. I know you've been hurt-" They'd shared so much during their talks that off course he knows her history, "- I won't hurt you. Stay here with me. Let me keep you warm, let me prove that you can trust me. I need you Clarke- you make me want to be a better man." She watches as he moves his head closer, her eyes flick to his mouth. Her arms unconsciously move to grasp his shoulders as his lips find hers. In seconds her fears abate and she loses herself to the feel of his soft lips caressing her, his warm hand tightening on the curve of her waist.

He pulls back just enough to whisper, "Let me love you."

"Yes." She whispers against his lips, before tugging his bottom lip into her mouth.

xXx

Harper grabs Miller's arm, from behind to get his attention. "Have you seen Clarke this morning?"

Miller, blowing on his cold fingers, thinks for a few, "nope. Have you asked Bellamy? He's up and around, I saw him grabbing breakfast this morning."

"Would you go ask him? Fox slipped on some ice this morning and I don't want to leave her alone too long. Tell Clarke we're in the drop ship."

Miller nods and stamps his feet to get circulation moving, before heading to find Bellamy.

"Bellamy." He calls before ducking and walking into Bellamy's tent. He can't help the grin that breaks across his face at the scene in front of him. Covering his mouth to hid the grin he clears his throat to get their attention. It doesn't work. The couple in the bed continue kissing and...Actually he does not want to know what else they are doing. They're completely lost in each other and oblivious to Miller's interruption.

"Well you two, it's definitely about time, but Clarke we need your medic skills so..." He practically shouts at them, causing Bellamy to shoot round to face him, whilst he also pulls Clarke behind him, as though to protect her from predators.

The surprise on Bellamy's face is priceless. Miller finds is really hard to contain his laugh. He just manages it, so he can peer over Bellamy's shoulder and catch a blushing Clarke's eye. "Fox fell on ice and Harper is worried. They'll meet you in the drop ship."

He turns to leave, his shoulders shaking with laughter and lifts the tent flap, before throwing over his shoulder. "Better put some clothes on. Octavia is incoming." He makes his way towards the teenager striding across the camp and does his best to compose himself before delaying her. After all Bellamy and Clarke deserve some alone time and getting caught half naked twice in one day is no good for anyone's budding relationship.