What the hell had she been thinking?! Kissing Bellamy? Was she insane?! Probably. She loved every minute of it. She loved how he kissed her with so much passion she felt she could feel his soul. She loved how he marked her neck so "no one else would touch her". She loved how they meshed so perfectly, like their bodies were made to fit. Clarke shook her head. Finn guided her around the camp, stopping at a large tree.

"Ready?"

Clarke gave him a weak grin in response. She didn't trust her voice. Finn turned back to the tree and ran his finger down its bark. The tree began to glow. It started with the line created by the path of his finger. Then it spread. It spread itself out, wrapping around the tree in a blue glow. Its was beautiful, each leave glowing vibrantly.

"It's beautiful." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"I know." Finn grinned at her. "Come on, let's get back."

Finn's hand wrapped itself around hers as they walked back and they stayed in a comfortable silence. The camp was quiet, which was strange, but everyone was beyond exhausted for working on the wall. Bellamy was resting against the steel panel of the pod, watching her, glaring at their hands. Quickly, she pulled away from Finn.

"Bellamy! What is wrong with you?!"

His gaze narrowed on her. "What do you mean?" His voice was calm and cold. Clarke shivered. "You should be in bed."

A shot of heat curled itself in her core. This shouldn't be happening to her. "So should you."

Dawn had darkened into night and she found herself wanting the warm, welcoming Bellamy she'd kissed in the pod. Too bad he'd turned into the cold, rough warrior leader. Clarke offered him her right shoulder. "Come on, you shouldn't put to much pressure on your left side."

She heard his exasperated sigh and felt his weight pushing against her shoulder. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, and she wrapped hers around his waist, avoiding his huge cut. They limped into the pod, and Clarke laid him on one of the makeshift nursery beds.

"I have to check your cut."

Bellamy gave a grunt in response, turning away from her. Gently, she moved the shirt out of the way, caressing the skin around the wound. He shivered.

"What are you doing?" His hoarse voice made her shiver.

"I'm making sure you don't have an infection."

He was quiet for a moment. "How was your little date with Finn?"

Clarke chuckled. "It wasn't a date. He wanted to show me a tree."

"A tree?" Bellamy groaned in pain as she reapplied the salve to his wound. "How romantic."

"I find it adorable how jealous you are..."

Clarke's eyes widened in surprise at how the words just spilled from her mouth. It was true. She found it enticing.

"Why'd you go with him anyway?" he whispered.

Clarke smiled sadly at his back. "You needed to rest." She paused. "Plus, if I didn't, I would have to miss you being so jealous."

She heard Bellamy growl. "That's not funny."

Clarke chuckled and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. She backed away in sudden horror. Why did she do that? Was she insane? Clarke cleared her throat.

"Well...I think I'm going to head back out. Finn-"

"Clarke, I swear if you mention him again, I'm going to get out of this bed, hunt him down and kill him."

She sighed. "Alright." She turned, heading towards the door.

"Clarke?"

"Hmm?"

"Stay with me?"

Her heart froze. She turned to look at him, and he was watching her with a steady gaze. She gave him a small smile. "Sure."

She walked over to the other side of the makeshift bed, laying facing him. Her body couldn't help but move close towards his warmth and she snuggled into his chest, resting her head in the crook of his neck. He gave a sigh of pleasure and his bad hand wrapped around her waist.

"Bellamy, you have to be careful, that's your bad hand."

He chuckled. "You are well worth the pain."

His arm tightened around her and they fell fast asleep.

Clarke hadn't slept so good in years. Not since her father died. But here she was, wrapped in Bellamy's arms, her body so well rested she was lazy. This was so wrong that it was right. What? Clarke shook her head in confusion before pressing her face closer to his neck. She sighed at the scent of him. It was a strange scent, a mix of musk and forest and man all wrapped up in one muscular package of deliciousness. Clarke slapped herself mentally at her thoughts and then attempted to move away from Bellamy.

His arms seemed to tighten around her when she did and his cheek nuzzled the top of her head. Her heart swelled.

I need to get out of this before it gets too far. Clarke wiggled experimentally and Bellamy groaned.

"Love, if you don't stop moving like that I think I might take you right here right now, injured or not."

Heat pooled between her legs and Clarke looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were closed, but his jaw was clenched and his fingers were digging into her hip deliciously. His grip was tight enough that he could leave a mark, but not tight enough for it to hurt, which she liked. A little bit too much.

"Bellamy," she whispered. "I need to go get you some food."

Bellamy ignored her, pulling her closer to him. "Screw food," he nuzzled her again. "I'm quite comfortable."

Clarke sighed. Stubborn ass.

"Besides," he continued and she could literally feel him smirking. "Now I get to hold you forever, seeing as Finn now knows your mine."

Wait. What?!