Here is the second chapter! This is a challenge by Feigningintrest! Her story is for the Divergent fandom (Eris, of course) "Five Senses" is the title :)

This is Bellarke

AU/Canon blend

Rated M: sexual hints/future sexual content/strong language

Characters may be but shouldn't be ooc at times/during certain situations to fit plot

I do not own The 100 or any related characters/situations

This is for: Sound

Enjoy :)

The sun was beating down on her skin as she walked around the camp, a sigh on her tongue when Miller came to her with a large scrape. Clarke rolled her eyes as she led him back to the dropship, the various medical supplies clanging around on the table as she searched for something to clean the cut.

She sucked on her teeth, the sound vibrating in her skull as she examined the wound. "It's bad, huh?" he asked, his voice as cool as water.

Her light blue eyes settled on him, her blonde eyebrow quirked. "What happened?"

She heard him suck in a deep breath as she wiped the dirt and gravel out before placing the healing herbs Lincoln had shown them on the wound, the gauze stark against his sun-kissed skin. "I was out hunting with Bellamy." She didn't hold back the low growl that escaped her lips, the sound tickling up her throat. "Oh no, are you two fighting again?"

She exhaled loudly through her nose, a soft whistle on the wind as she taped the gauze together so it wouldn't fall off. He hopped off of the table, a small smirk on his lips. "Please be careful next time," she said, ignoring his former question. "Maybe help with building the fence instead of hunting?"

"Yes, Doc," he chuckled as he left the dropship, his laugh caressing her ears as she filed the supplies back in their proper place.

She was thankful to be alone for the moment, the dropship a deadly quiet as she studied the list of earth-plants Wells had given her. She bit her lip, her throat threatening to close up when the memory resurfaced. Clarke shook her head, inhaling sharply as she went back to looking at the well-scribbled notes.

She turned the page, a soft stretching sound echoing off the walls as the paper scraped against the metal table. Clarke's lips twitched up a little when she noticed a familiar flower on the page. Water orchid, she thought as she stared at the purple petals. She closed her eyes as she remembered the way it smelled, the sweet scent dancing off of the water. She could almost hear the trickle of the lake as she skirted her hand across the surface, fingertips playing with the orchids.

She felt her stomach churn, a small knot forming in her lower belly when her thoughts drifted elsewhere. To the scent of earth and musk, rolling over her like a gentle breeze. She kept her eyes closed as she leaned back in the chair, the metal sqeuaking beneath her weight as she remembered the exact trail each water droplet took as it cascaded down his skin. She shook her head, her lips slightly parted as she imagined his laughter bubbling over the water to her—igniting her veins.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth as the sound of his laughter grew stronger, deep and rumbling. She felt herself start to drift, her core tightening when a gasp fell from her tongue. Her eyes shot open as she twisted around in the chair, her arm swiping the hand from her shoulder.

Her eyes were wide as she sucked in a deep breath, his dark orbs locked on her as his lips held that damn smirk she hated so much. He held up his hands in mock defense, a small laugh falling from his lips. Clarke breathed it in, his laughter tasting like honey as it settled on her tongue. "Easy there, Princess. Didn't mean to startle you." She fisted her hands, his voice cascading down her ear canals—deep and low.

Clarke took another deep breath, his scent flowing through her nostrils as she pushed her hair behind her ears, her right leg bobbing up and down. "Is there a problem? Is someone hurt?"

He arched a brow as he leaned back on the wall, his arms crossing over his chest. "Does there always have to be a problem?"

She shrugged. "You came to see me for a reason, right?"

He stared at her for a long time and Clarke tried to not shift under his gaze. The air was thick with silence as she rubbed her palms on her legs. Is he going to say something? she thought as her heart beat against her ribcage, her blue orbs following the curve of his lips as he broke out into a lopsided grin. Everything around them was so quiet, save for their gentle breaths, that Clarke was sure he could hear her heart beating against her chest, the rhythm wild and deadly as they locked gazes.

"So you heard about Miller?" he said after an eternity, his fingers shuffling through her supplies.

Clarke bristled as he messed with how everything was organized, an exasperated sigh on her tongue. "I already wrapped up his wound. Why? Has he gotten worse? Is someone else hurt?"

She heard him click his teeth together as he rolled his eyes, his long fingers peeling back the pages that Wells had left for her. She scoffed softly as she snatched the papers away, his dark orbs looking to her as his lips turned down for a moment. Sighing, he leaned on the table, his head tilted to the side. "No one is hurt, like I said. And Miller seems to be fine—thanks to you." He gave her a small nod, Clarke smiling softly in return.

She leaned back in her chair, her arms crossing over her chest. "What happened, anyway?"

He shrugged, his jaw rigid. "We were hunting something small, like rabbits. Haven't seen a deer in a while, not since that two-headed one you all talked about." He gave her a quick glance before averting his gaze. "There was this wild boar and it ran after us. I couldn't kill it from where I was and Miller didn't have a good angle—it ran him down a hill. When I got to him, he had split his arm open over a rock."

"And the boar?"

"Took off," he said, smiling wide.

Clarke groaned, the sound low and hoarse. "So we don't have anything food-wise? Besides what we have from the drop and the last hunt?"

Bellamy nodded. "I'm planning on going back out. Now, actually, while the sun is still high enough in the sky."

Clarke exhaled through her nose. "I wouldn't recommend taking Miller. Who's the next best hunter?" Clarke tilted her head to the side as she thought, a squeaking sound echoing in the room as she sucked on her teeth. "Finn is a good tracker," she suggested, her nose curling up.

Bellamy snorted, the sound loud and gruff. "No thanks."

Clarke sighed, almost wishing Murphy was there. Almost. "Jasper has gotten pretty good with a gun," she suggested, her eyes rolling at her own thought. "But we shouldn't waste our ammo on animals. Not with the other grounders out there."

Bellamy nodded softly, his gentle curls swaying in his own breeze. "I did have someone in mind."

She narrowed her eyes. So then why are you still here? "So go ask them to join you," she scoffed before turning around and going back to reading about the water orchids. He didn't leave. She could feel him hovering behind her, his warmth invading her skin. She could hear his soft breaths and the rustle of fabric as he shifted from foot to foot behind her. Clarke chose to ignore him. Either talk to me or leave, her mind hissed as her fingertips gripped the page, ready to turn it.

She was flipping it over when he slammed his finger down on it, the page settling back down on the table. She huffed before glaring up at him, his smirk already on his lips. "I would like you to join me, Princess."

She scoffed, her eyebrows shooting up. "Me? I'm not a hunter or a tracker. I—I can heal people. Be a doctor."

He tilted his head to the side, his brown eyes almost golden. "I think you'll do just fine, Princess." She gritted her teeth, a low growl bubbling up her throat. "Come on, while the light is still on our side," he said as he began to walk towards the door. Clarke was putting the supplies back in order as she got up to leave. She stopped as he turned to look over his shoulder, his smirk never leaving his face. "Those were some cool orchids," he said, his voice as crisp as broken leaves. "They make the water smell sweet—like honey."

Clarke froze at that, her veins oddly cold as heat colored her cheeks—a small gasp on her tongue as she watched his figure retreat from the ship.

The leaves crunched beneath her footfalls as they danced around the trees, the sound making her wince each time. Her fingertips tightened around the spear Bellamy had given her, the wood warm against her skin. She eyed his bag, the straps all worn and dingy. Why do you need a bag to hunt? She bit her lip, averting her gaze to the woods around them. The trees were swinging to the wind's gentle rhythm as their limbs swayed in the breeze. The bugs were chattering up a storm, chirping here and there. Clarke smiled as she listened to the birds singing, humming as their wings flapped over head.

There was a small ruffling sound to the right, Bellamy's head snapping in that direction as he readied his bow. Clarke hung behind him, her hands gripping the spear tightly as they peered around the tree. She swallowed her gasp, the forest silent as the deer sniffed the cold ground. Bellamy glanced to her for a moment before taking a deep breath. He drew the arrow back, his lips parting slightly as he released. His groan was soft on the winds but it was loud to Clarke, filling her ears as she watched the arrow strike the tree—the crunch deafening as the thin wood split. She frowned for a moment as the deer's head snapped up, its ears twitching. The frown deepened as her gut churned, a light feeling swimming in her veins as the deer looked to them, four eyes peering at them.

"Fuck," Bellamy whispered, the deer with two heads hopping off in a different direction. "Guess I'm glad I missed." Clarke stayed silent as they walked to the tree where his arrow had fallen. He scoffed as he kicked the ground, the noise loud and peircing as pebbles flew out and hit every tree nearby. "Fucking split my arrow." He picked up the broken weapon, his lips turning down for a moment, before tossing it aside. "We'll have to make more." Clarke nodded softly as they headed back out, their feet molding to the dark dirt beneath them.

Clarke's feet were sore by now, the sun hanging low in the sky. She sighed softly, her fingers hanging onto the spear very loosely as she followed Bellamy. "Do you remember the way back to camp?"

He inhaled sharply before giving her a pointed look. "Of course I do."

She rolled her eyes. "Just checking."

She heard him sigh before speaking again. "I'm glad you haven't gone mute."

"Excuse me?"

He let out a small chuckle, the sound vibrating down to her core. "You haven't spoken the entire time. I was getting worried, Princess."

She pursed her lips. "Could you stop calling me that?"

He gave her a quick glance, his brown eyes gleaming. "Stop calling you what?"

She rolled her eyes as she stomped forward, her footfalls heavy against the solid dirt. "You know exactly what I'm—" She let out a small squeak as she stumbled forward, her toe stinging slightly from the impact with the rock. She closed her eyes and held her hands in front of her, bracing for impact—but it never came. She sucked in a deep breath, his warmth invading her veins as his scent encased her. She turned around, his arms wrapped around her waist. "Thanks," she said, her voice low and breathy.

He smiled softly as she peered up at him, the last bit of sunlight illuminating the freckles that dotted the bridge of his nose. "Anytime, Princess."

She wanted to bring back the anger, the fire that was surging within her a moment before—but that was gone. There was a new fire, a bubbling warmth that tickled down her spine and to her toes. She opened her mouth to speak before she let out a deep breath, her heart beating against her chest. "We have to run."

He tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows knitting together. "What?"

She shook herself from his gasp, her mind to scattered to pick on the lost sigh he breathed when she pulled away from him. "Bell, look!" She gripped his face in her hand, her fingers pinching his cheeks as she turned him around. She felt him gasp, the sound tickling her fingertips as she withdrew her hand. "We have to get back to camp!"

He cursed under his breath as the yellow fog moved closer, the smell of acid thick in the air. "Camp is in that fucking direction—we can't move around it. There should still be a cavern up this way."

They took off as fast as they could, their legs pumping into the dirt. Clarke was breathing hard, her ragged breaths beating against her throat as her thighs burned. "There!" she called, her eyes spotting a small cave just ahead of them. They danced through the trees, the forest eerily quiet as the bugs stopped chirping and the birds stopped humming. Clarke inhaled sharply, the wind a quiet hush as the trees stilled their swaying limbs. They dashed into the cave, Clarke's eyes wide as she watched the yellow fog inch closer to them. Fucking Mountain Men, she cursed. "What can we use to block this?"

Bellamy pursed his lips as he looked around, his silent breath held as his fingers splayed through his mess of curls. He clicked his teeth as she sprinted just out of the cave, Clarke's heart drumming up her throat, the sound tickling her eardrums. "Give me a hand!"

Clarke rushed out to join him, their fingers wrapping around the broken tree stump. She groaned as she helped pull it close to the mouth of the gave, Bellamy's guttural grunts tingling down her spine. She slipped into the cave, wiping the dirt from her hands as she bit her lip. "Come on!" she called, her veins hot as she watched the yellow fog roll closer.

Bellamy squeezed through the tiny sliver before pushing it all the way over, only a tiny bit of space between the stump and the cave. Bellamy sighed as he slipped off his pack, his fingers pulling out a huge tarp. Oh, she thought as she went to help him unroll it. They set the make-shift tent up and slipped inside it, the floor of the cave cold against their skin.

Clarke shivered, sucking in a deep breath as Bellamy inched closer to her. "You okay?" he asked, his voice still deep even as a whisper.

She nodded as she leaned onto him, his warmth spreading through her veins like a wildfire. "How long do you think it'll last?" She bit her lip, trying to repress memories. "It didn't last that long the last time."

She felt Bellamy's eyes on her as he rubbed circles on her back. "Shouldn't be long, Princess. It was getting late, though. Maybe we should just rest for now."

She watched as he pulled out a sleeping bag from his pack, her lips turning down when he didn't pull out another. "Only one?"

He shrugged. "Guess I didn't think all the way through," he laughed, the sound sweet against her ears. "You can use it."

She wanted to protest, she really did, but she was so tired. Her limbs were heavy with sleep as she crawled into the sleeping bag, the material itchy against her skin—but she didn't care. He was still close to her, his presence heating up her skin as she closed her eyes. "Goodnight, Bell," she mumbled.

"Goodnight, Princess," he chuckled, his fingertips drawing lazy patterns across her back. She arched into his touch, her stomach tightening as his laugh encased her. She smiled, his warmth invading her veins as his scent flowed past her lips, tasting like earth and sweat. His laughter lulled her to sleep, the deep and rumbling sound of it the last thing tethering her to reality before she drifted off.

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