Roan watched Clarke discreetly from across the fire, trying to memorize the lines of her face and her expressions as she ate. He had very little faith that she would be able to find what she was looking for, and if she had to die he wanted to remember her. He was distracted, looking at her mouth in a not so discreet manner when she finally looked up and noticed him staring.

"Is there something on my face?" She questioned, using a hand to wipe around her mouth. His expression changed slightly, eyes widening just a tad in the shock of being so caught up in her face that he didn't notice her looking at him. He shook his in in response.

"No, sorry. I was just thinking," he told her before grabbing another piece of wood to put on the fire, avoiding her questioning gaze.

Clarke watched as he moved to add more wood to the flames, increasing the heat that surrounded them. Paying close attention to the straining of cloth around his thick arms, she could only imagine how they would feel wrapped around her, or how his large hands would feel as they caressed her skin. She imagined the palms of his hands to be rough, but his touch gentle unless she begged for more. Her face turned slightly pink, as she imagined him pinning her to a tree in desperation. She looked back down at her lap, willing the heat of her face to go away, but with the current images plaguing her mind, she knew it was useless.

Roan couldn't help but look anywhere other than Clarke. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive, she was beautiful. Inside and out. The issue he was having was that she didn't seem to know the affect she had on him. She made him want her, and she didn't even seem to realize. He couldn't help the frustration he felt at seeing her care so much for a male he did not know. He couldn't help the frustration building inside at the fact that she was so willing to throw her life away. He couldn't help the fact that his attraction for her was growing each moment they were together. He hated the fact that he wanted her so badly, and that she didn't seem to reciprocate. Standing abruptly, he startled Clarke.

"I will be right back," he told her as he left for a brief moment to clear his head. Being around her clouded his mind, and in doing so affected his decision making. He was a king, he couldn't allow one female to change him. Even if he knew he would willingly give his life up for her.

Clarke stared in the direction he had disappeared. She hadn't wanted him to leave but felt compelled to give him space. She sighed and more to lean against a tree. Looking up, she admired the stars. Though she had seen them on the Ark before coming to Earth, there was something to be said about the stars from this vantage point. From here, they looked majestic, as if they protected the Earth in a force field. Smiling to herself, she wondered when Roan would be back. The stars reminded her of the Ark; they reminded her that life was short. If there was no guarantee that she would live, she wanted to make sure she got what she desired.

Roan returned sometime later, only to find her staring into the dark night sky. He leaned against a tree smirking at the sight before him. She was so mesmerized by the sky she hadn't even noticed his presence.

"You know, it's a miracle you survived as long as you did, what with how easily distracted you seem to get," he told her, not leaving his spot. She jumped at the sound of his voice before looking over at him.

"Well before I had others who I wanted to keep safe. When it's just me, I seem to let my guard down much more than I should," she told him. "So, I know you told me Ontari sent you, but why?"

"Why do you think she sent me? She wants you dead, Clarke. She sent who she thought would actually get the job done," he told her, his eyes boring into her own. The intense blue in her eyes sent shockwaves through his entire being. He struggled to find his breath.

"So why don't you do what you came to then?" Without even flinching at her response, he walked over to sit next to her.

Her eyes followed him as he walked around the fire to sit with her. Roan turned to face her, reaching up with both hands to hold her face. Before he could stop himself, he leaned forward taking her lips with his own nearly groaning at the sensation.

Clarke paused briefly, shocked at the current development. She wasn't bothered by it at all, simply surprised. She hadn't expected that Roan would be this bold. He began to pull away at the lack of response. When Clarke felt him begin to pull away, she panicked. Not wanting the feeling to end, she pulled him close once more before kissing him with more fervour.

Roan's hands moved to her back pulling her into his lap where they sat, as her own arms reached up to wrap around his neck. He kept his hands positioned at her hips. Under the impression she wanted to continue, he moved his lips to gently kiss along her jaw and neck to her collarbone. He spent some time in that particular area, leaving red marks in his wake.

Clarke couldn't help but throw her head back and moan in her ecstasy. Her skin tingled where he left his mark on her. She could feel the strength he possessed in his hands as they remained in place.