It was another day before Bellamy reached the Ark. He was left with the difficult task of telling the Chancellor that she was unlikely to see her daughter again. He tried his best to console her while she sobbed in his arms but situations like this always made him feel uncomfortable. Aside from Octavia the only other person that he had been able to naturally comfort was Clarke. Words of reassurance had always come to him effortlessly when Clarke had needed them.

Over the next few weeks Bellamy settled back into life in the camp. Slowly he was adjusting to the idea of continuing on without Clarke, there was nothing else for it. He had also come to terms with what Lexa had told him about her and Clarke. He realised now that he had massively overreacted which he was putting down to his exhaustion and muddle of emotions at that time. If anything he now admired Lexa for being truthful with him.

He found that the less he thought about Clarke the more he started to think about Lexa. He was constantly transported back to their night together, their hot sweaty bodies pressed up against each other, Lexa's lips working their way down his torso as her hands worked their way up his thighs-
"Bellamy!"

Bellamy was jolted out of yet another Lexa dream by Kane standing over his bed.

"Are you ok?" Kane asked in concern. "You look flushed."

"I'm fine," Bellamy brushed him off, his heart still thudding excitedly in his chest. "What do you want?" he asked roughly.

"Abby wants you to come," Kane told him.

Bellamy leaped out of bed. "Is everything ok?" he asked quickly. "Is it Octavia?"

"No, no she's fine," Kane reassured him. "Everyone's fine."

Bellamy threw him a confused glance before following him out of his sleeping quarters and down a long corridor. Why on earth would the Chancellor want to speak to him in the middle of the night?

Within minutes they arrived outside her headquarters. As they drew up at the door it was opened from the inside and a tense looking Abby stepped out. She looked at Bellamy for a brief second before ushering him through the door and closing it behind him.

Bellamy stepped into the large room and initially thought that he was alone before hearing the rustling of clothing and seeing a figure step out of a shadowy corner.

Lexa advanced towards him, her heavily painted eyes trained on his.

Bellamy was too caught off guard to do anything but stand in the doorway. Reminants of his recent dream floated into his head and he felt a slight heat rise into his cheeks. It was hard to comprehend that this was the same fragile girl that he had not so long ago abandoned in the woods.

"Bellamy," Lexa stopped in front of him.

"Co- Lexa," he struggled to regain composure as her earthy scent engulfed him.

"I want you Bellamy," Lexa stated. If she was aware of how uncomfortable she was making him feel she didn't show it.

"What?" Bellamy spluttered.

"I want you to help me rebuild the alliance between Trikru and Skikru," Lexa told him.

"Why me?" Bellamy asked, managing to gain a bit more control over himself.

"With Clarke gone I need someone that will be respected by both sides. I trusted Clarke and she trusted you. You played a pivotal role in bringing down the mountain, my people will admire you for that," Lexa explained.

"Why now?" Bellamy asked with interest.

"The Ice Nation have left the coalition, more are soon to follow and then there will be war," Lexa said fiercely.

"What about Abby or Kane?" Bellamy asked.

"No," Lexa growled. "It has to be you."

"I'm starting to think this is personal Commander," Bellamy smirked cheekily, regaining some of his confidence.

"It's practical," Lexa told him stonily. "Your Chancellor is in agreeance but she wanted to speak to you first."

"So why isn't she here doing the talking?" Bellamy asked.

Lexa paused for a moment before answering, "I thought that I would be more - persuasive," she drew out the last word.

Bellamy raised his eyebrow at her, despite her overbearing stance and cool stare he was finding himself drawn towards her.

"Fine," he nodded.

Her eyes widened, clearly surprised at his quick decision, as he was himself. Lexa had some sort of hold over him that he found so difficult to resist.

"You'll do it?" she asked him.

"I've always done what I feel is best for our people," he told her. "I still don't trust you but at this moment in time it feels like the right thing to do."

A flicker of a smile crossed Lexa's face. "I didn't think you'd agree so easily," she admitted. "Not after the way we left things…" she trailed off.

"Yeah about that," Bellamy said awkwardly. "I maybe overreacted a little… Now that I've had time to think about everything I realise I wasn't fair on you."

"Bellamy Blake admitting that he was wrong?" Lexa marvelled.

"Don't get used to it," Bellamy grumbled, he didn't like how powerless he felt around Lexa. "So what now?" he quickly changed the subject.

"Now I return to my people and you get to work convincing yours to reform our alliance," she told him.

"You make it sound so easy," Bellamy said dryly.

She made to step past him out into the corridor but Bellamy instinctively put out his arm to stop her.

Lexa looked down slowly at his hand pressed against her stomach.

"Bellamy," she warned him.

Bellamy didn't know what he was doing, all he knew was that he didn't want the Commander to leave.

"Tell me you don't think about that night," he urged her.

"I don't," Lexa said sternly. "And neither should you."

"Believe me, I wish I could forget it," Bellamy told her. "Of all the people on Earth you're the last-"

"Bellamy," Lexa cut him off. "I could have you pinned down on the floor in seconds," she threatened him.

"So do it," Bellamy pressed.

Lexa grabbed his hand, twisted him around and used her knee to shove him to the ground, rolled him onto his back and pinned him down with one hand at his throat.

The two stared at each other unblinkingly, Lexa's eyes darting down to his mouth and back. Everything around them became a blur as the two stared intently at each other, their breathing rate increasing rapidly to match their racing hearts. He wasn't sure who initiated it but next second Lexa's grip around his neck loosened and their lips were pressed against each other feverishly. His hands snaked up to her hair while hers began tackling the buttons on his shirt. She made quick work of his shirt and quickly moved on to his trousers. His hands disengaged from her hair and began to make work of her many layers of clothing, kissing each part of her bare skin as it was exposed. Just as Bellamy had reached Lexa's underwear there was a knock at the door. Lexa growled in frustration.

"Just a minute," Bellamy yelled, sounding equally as frustrated.

In a panic the two hurriedly reached for their clothes, with random garments being thrown back and forth until they were both fully dressed.

"Your face," Lexa hissed. She leaped over and began wiping his face furiously with her fingers. When she removed them they were covered in black paint, their body heat and sweat obviously causing it to rub off on him.

The two were panting heavily as Abby entered the room.

"Everything ok in here?" she asked, looking between the two of them. "You've been in here a while."

"We were just concluding the negotiations," Lexa addressed Abby. "We're finished now. Bellamy has agreed to take on the position."

Bellamy marvelled at how quickly she had managed to return to her stony self.

"Good," Abby nodded.

"I know you have no reason to trust me Chancellor but it is in everyones interest to join together. The threat of the Ice Nation should not be taken lightly. Your land stands between them and us and they will not think twice about wiping out your people before marching on to fight mine," Lexa said.

With that Lexa threw an unreadable glance at Bellamy and strode out of the room, leaving him once more with his emotions in turmoil.

Was it pure lust that was drawing him and Lexa together or was there something more under the surface?