Clarke's p.o.v.
Bellamy sat up in bed wiping the cold water out of his face and off his chest. He sat there for a few minutes trying to not think about the dream but all he saw was Clarke's angelic face. He ran a finger through his hair, only to feel the dirt caked in it. He knew he needed a bath, so did everybody at camp who hadn't gone down to the river in a while. He (sadly) put on his shirt and shoes and walked out of his tent.
It was early afternoon. Everybody was hard at work on the wall, rationing food, ect. He walked around the whole camp however, there was no work for him to do. He walked up to the med tent, but didn't enter. He wanted Clarke to come to him.
The day didn't feel like winter was coming, it was hot. Hotter than any day they had been there. 'a perfect excuse to go to the river' he thought slightly excited of thinking about being somewhat clean.
He went back to his tent and grabbed his pack and gun, and ordered Miller to be in charge till he got back. He hiked for around 25 minutes passing through thick forest. As soon as he heard the quiet sound of the river. He began to take off his pack, then shirt, he closed his eyes as he game to the clearing and almost tripped over someone's clothes. He looked down. He knew the boots were too small for a male. And the jacket. He knew only one person who had that jacket. Clarke.
(switch to Clarke's thoughts)
Ever since the dream she had with her and Bellamy, she had been coming to the river to think. For some reason, she felt at peace here. She was away from everybody else and was alone with her thoughts.
Clarke never thought dreams actually happened in real life, until she turned around and saw shirtless Bellamy. Looking down at her clothes. Her heart dropped in her chest and she felt her face turn bright red when he looked up straight at her.
"What the hell, Bellamy!" She yelled as she tried to cover up her exposed skin, being a little over dramatic because she was still wearing her bra and underwear.
Bellamy laughed. "Relax princess, it's nothing I haven't seen before. I just came her to wash off." he said. He then started to unbutton his pants and Clarke tried to pry her eyes away before he looked up again, but she was too slow.
"Like what you see?" he said joking as he shrugged off his pants and jumped into the water. Clarke started to back away from him, hoping he wouldn't see the blush on her face. She didn't want to look weak or like a petty "princess" he always said she was.
She turned away from him and swam to the deeper part of the river. After a few months of being on earth, most of the people taught themselves how to swim, Clarke was one of the first. She knew Bellamy hadn't had as much practice as she had so he wouldn't be able to follow.
She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the water. Suddenly, she felt somebody's hands grab her from behind. Her eyes jot open and before she could scream or turn around, she was thrown into the waterfall, getting her whole head completely soaked.
"Bellamy! What the hell was that for?!" she said as moved closer to him.
"It was the perfect opportunity to get the perfect, clean princess, dirty for once in her life." He teased. She played it off letting him think she gave up, but when she got close to him, she splashed a full wave of water in his face, making him close his eyes. When he opened them, he wiped his hair back and dipped his head underwater so only his messy wet hair, eyes, and nose were showing, and started to slowly move toward her.
"No. Bellamy… No.." She said trying to be serious yes a small tone of laughter in her voice. She tried to turn around and swim away but she was grabbed from behind and tickled her. She never felt this way before, not being tickled, but at peace. This whole thing felt right to her. She loved it. When she was with him she felt young and free.
"Bellamy! hahaha stop!" She finally turned around to face him. His arms now on her lower back and her hands on his chest. Their faces inches apart, lips slightly apart, and their eyes staring straight into one another. Clarke's breath hitched as he moved forward, she felt his breath on her face.
She suddenly moved to instinct, push away. She always got hurt and after Finn, she promised to not let anybody in like that again, and wanted to wait. So, she pulled away from him.
"Uh.. we should get back." She said and slowly swam to shore.
"C'mon Bellamy, whoever gets back to camp gets the other's dinner!" She said as the tried to put on her clothes.
"Wait. Clarke! Hey not fair! You had a head start!" He yelled as he started to swim quickly to shore.
In this moment, Clarke felt like what she missed out on, being a teenager, not a care in the world, just enjoyed the feeling of being young. Only Bellamy made her feel this way, and she wasn't about to let him out of her life ever again.
end.