AN: Written for Amber's Valentine Fluff Drabble Challenge over on The 100 Fanfiction Challenges forum!

The Album Challenge (Suck It And See): Black Treacle

Lindsey (Guest): Here's another Bellamy/Raven fanfic!

Black Treacle

They were wandering that night. Time on earth had been destructive and as Bellamy strolled leisurely, he smirked at his naivety in the early days. As if snapping off wristbands would have been the end of their worries…

Raven was at his side, yet she wasn't holding onto him. She never did, and today was no exception, despite the shadow of the night. They'd done this for a while now. It had become habit quite quickly, and now, most nights, they would escape from the camp into the big wide world neither of them had ever believed they would get to see.

A cold draught blew past them and Bellamy shuddered.

"Cold?" asked Raven with a smirk he could only just about see in this darkness.

He nodded, and clenched his teeth together to stop them from jittering—and as his attention was torn away from looking at where he was walking, he tripped. Raven's arm stuck out to catch him, but she ended up on the ground with him.

She huffed, and attempted to shove Bellamy off of her, but he stubbornly stayed put. "What are you doing?" she asked; the smirk she had worn before was now a scowl.

"Enjoying the view," he said, raising an eyebrow in anticipation of her response.

"My view isn't so lovely, although the sky behind it is quite nice… tar-like," she said with mock-innocence.

Bellamy gasped, clutching his chest dramatically and Raven chuckled as he rolled off of her. After he'd quit the dramatics, Bellamy looked at the sky thoughtfully. "I wouldn't say tar, more like black treacle," he said, and lowering his voice to a whisper, he continued, "since everything's a lot sweeter with you."

"You're so gross, Bellamy," said Raven, but she couldn't hide her grin. He loved saying things that made her cringe and smile simultaneously.

"That's not what your smile's saying," said Bellamy knowingly.

"Oh, zip it, cheese ball," she said with a laugh.

"I will, but can I ask one question?"

"You asked one there, but go on," answered Raven.

"What's tar?"

Raven looked shocked for a moment, and then seemed to remember something. "It's what people on earth used to cover roads—before the ark existed. It was black and sticky, and was used on most roads. I forgot you wouldn't be read up on historical road-making," she said with a chuckle, but her attention quickly turned back to the sky. "It's more fun lying on the ground when there are stars or clouds to look at. This is a bit dull… I wonder where the stars are."

"Well, I'm about as read up on astronomy as I am with historical road-making, but I heard that the stars heard you weren't coming out tonight, so they didn't bother showing themselves."

Raven's face lit up, and had there been some more light, Bellamy would have bet good money that she was blushing. "Stop it!"

He laughed as Raven swatted at him. "Alright—for now."

She chuckled and turned to look at him, and try as he might, he couldn't hold back making another comment. "I don't need to look at the stars when I get to look at you."

"You've got awful self-control," said Raven with a smile, but she wrapped an arm around his waist, and pulling herself closer, she whispered:

"Whenever we're not together, I look at the stars and I think of you, and I look at the clouds and think of how they're wrapped around you, keeping you covered on whatever mission you've set yourself. That's why I love them so much."

Bellamy looked at her bright eyes, so open he felt he could read every thought in her mind. "Whenever I look into your eyes, I see every constellation I couldn't possibly name in them. I don't need the sky above my head to see you; I just need to look at you, and that's why I hate every moment we're apart, and I take every opportunity to be with you."

He half expected a laugh, but instead, they spent the night holding each other under the shadows of the trees towering around them, whispering things as sweet as the black treacle sky until morning came.

Second prompt: shadow