Chapter Four
A small alcove in the rocks made for a good place for Clarke and Bellamy to set up camp, creepers grew over a majority of the entrance and Clarke had managed to drape some vines over the remaining gap to stop the wind from biting them in the night. Clarke had just come back from collecting kindling and Bellamy was still out in search of their evening meal. Winter had made the days significantly shorter as of late and it was already beginning to get dark so she decided now was a good time to light a fire.
Sparks erupted from two pieces of flint that she had struck together and a small flame began to grow. The smoke perfectly wafted up into the cracks of the rock, working well to ventilate the cave.
Clarke didn't know how long Bellamy would be and the water looked just too tempting...so once the fire was breathing steadily she stripped of all her clothes, and perched on the edge of the spring. Dipping a single toe into the pool, Clarke tested the warmth of the water...it was heavenly and she couldn't help but moan as she sunk further in. Tipping her head back she actually laughed at how warm she felt and when she swam over to the pounding rhythm of the waterfall and stopped under it Clarke wanted to cry. It had been too long, it felt so wonderfully foreign...
"Oh my goooood." She moaned.
"Don't mind me." Her eyes shot open to see a smirking Bellamy standing on the edge of pool, one strong hand rested on his pistol slung in its holster the other clutching two limp rabbits by his side.
"Bellamy you scared the crap outta me!"
"My apologies, princess. And thanks for waiting by the way." He said slinging the rabbits on a flat rock in the middle of the alcove; it would make for a good chopping board later.
"Sorry but I couldn't help it, I can't remember the last time I had a hot shower and never in my life have I had a hot bath...Bellamy...oh my god its fucking beautiful. You have to get in here!" Clarke exclaimed splashing about, laughing and ducking under the surface once more...Bellamy thought she looked stunning, her cheeks rosy from the heat.
When Clarke came back up for air, Bellamy was shirtless and currently sitting down unlacing his boots...
"I hope it's a good as you say it is princess because it's fucking freezing out here..."
"You will not regret it." She stared at him dead in the eye, smiling and lowered her bare shoulders into the water again. Bellamy stood to remove him pants but stopped when her noticed Clarkes eyes still on him...
"Enjoying the show?" He grinned.
"Don't flatter yourself. I've seen it all before Bellamy. Don't be shy!" She smirked and Bellamy couldn't help but take a peek at her distorted form beneath the water...it was getting dark but he could definitely make out her belly button, the curve of her hips and what he thought was a smattering of curls between her legs. He inhaled sharply, how he became friends with a girl this beautiful without trying it on with her he'd never know.
Clarke was too important to him.
"First of all I thought we sworn never to talk about that again! That was a medical emergency!" Clarke only laughed. "Hey! I had an arrow sticking out my butt...what was I supposed to do Doc?" He feigned annoyance, his lips trying not to quirk up into a smile. "And second of all...you, of all people, know I don't do shy." He began to unbuckle his belt defiantly and Clarke smiled toothily, rolling her eye and turning around to give him privacy anyway...she only turned around again once she'd heard the splash.
"Holy fucking shit." Bellamy Blake said when his strong, freckled shoulders immerged from the water. Black hair plastered to his forehead and with the hot steam relaxing him, the flowers making him drunk off their intense smell, Bellamy couldn't help it when his mouth formed a small 'o' and he sunk back into the water, head hung back loose.
"Feel better." A naked Clarke Griffin had silently swum just in front of him; she spoke softly whilst treading water. It was an exceptional sight to behold. Her golden hair flat to her head, droplets of water clung to her long lashes that haloed her bright blue eyes but more importantly her pink lips were curved up, happy that her partner was finally relaxing.
"Much." He confirmed quietly, breathlessly even, as he gazed back at Clarke. The fact that they were naked, swimming in a pool in the middle of the forest didn't even faze them; the leaders of the hundred were more content in that moment over the fact that the person they could do not without was happily basking in the warmth of a spring with the other, not dead nor dying or under the threat of either...but happily, normally, healthy.
"Come on...you need aqua therapy Bel." Clarke decided, grasping his long, coarse fingers from beneath the surface and pulled him over to the heavily falling waters by the deeper part of the spring.
