Silently, Raven looked to the stars and cursed the name that was Octavia.

"There you are. I was wondering where you got off to."

Octavia stopped beside the log Raven was still perched upon and looked around. "It's gorgeous down here, isn't it? We're lucky to see it, aren't we?"

Raven let out a sigh and peeked over her shoulder hoping for a glimpse of Anya but saw nothing. "Uh, yeah, we are."

Octavia turned and held out a hand toward Raven, "ready to head back?"

She didn't want to. She wanted to bolt into the darkness behind her and find the sexy blonde with the talented mouth and play with her some more. But instead, the mechanic took Octavia's hand and allowed herself to be heaved upright before stumbling back toward camp.

When they arrived, most of the kids had gone to bed except for a few stragglers. Raven was glad to see Clarke was one of them.

"Clarke," Raven called.

The blonde looked up and headed toward Raven. "Hey Rae, what's up?"

"I know how to end your feud with the Grounders. I got you an audience with the leader of the Wood's Clan. She said to meet her when the sun is highest in the sky."

"You talked to one of them? When? Are you sure we can trust them?

The brunette reached out and squeezed Clarke's shoulder, "She's willing to hear you out and said she'll consider a truce. It's our best chance, Clarke."

"Okay, I'll meet with her. I'm just worried about what her demands will be."

"I trust her. It's going to work out. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait, you sure? The bridge is a hell of a hike, Rae."

"I'm coming with you," Raven said with an absolute finality.

OoOoO

Raven's heart beat wildly, and she couldn't hide the grin that pulled her lips tight as she saw Anya approach the other side of the bridge. She was as beautiful as ever with her hair freshly washed and a new dark leather coat Raven hadn't seen her wear before. The Grounder warrior slipped from the horse's saddle gracefully. The brunette's eyes widened as she finally noticed the horse. She had never seen one before; she couldn't help but think it just looked like a giant piece of furry muscle. It was interesting to her that such a massive beast could be tamed.

Octavia, Monty, Jasper, Bellamy and Raven stayed behind as Clarke crossed the bridge and met Anya halfway. A look of scorn adorned the blonde's face as she began saying something to Clarke. A moment later, Anya looked up at Raven and Clarke turned around crooking her finger at the mechanic.

She immediately began making her way toward the pair, somehow finding the will within to force herself to take one agonizing step after another. Clarke hadn't been kidding the night before; the bridge was one hell of a hike from camp. Her muscles ached, and her leg screamed in rebellion. But she ignored it and pushed on. She had focused on seeing Anya again the whole way, no matter how briefly. Just the sight of her gorgeous rescuer alone was enough to make the trip worth it.

Raven didn't miss the ghost of a smile play at Anya's full succulent lips when she arrived. She returned the smile; it took every ounce of self-control she had in her to keep from rushing into Anya's slim, ripped arms.

"Hey." Raven greeted.

"Hello, Reivon. You are walking." The warrior's eyes shot to the metal contraption wrapped around Raven's leg.

"Yeah, Clarke and a few others made it for me."

"Anya said she wanted you here for the negotiations." Clarke said, catching Raven up on the situation.

Raven and Anya both nodded at the other.

"I think we got off to a rough start," Clarke began, "but we want to find a way to live together, in peace."

Anya's brows shot up slightly, "I understand. You started a war you don't know how to end."

"What? No—"

"The missiles you launched burned a village to the ground. You captured and tortured one of our own. These are acts of war." Anya interrupted, anger evident in her tone.

"The flares? We were trying to signal our families. We ha no idea—"

"You're invaders. Your ship landed in our territory."

"I see your point," Clarke responded with a look of defeat. "That's why we need to put an end to all of this. What can we do to avoid a war with you?

"Reivon tells me more of you are coming down. Can you promise me they will abide by the terms that we set?"

"I promise to do everything I can—"

"Why would I would I make a deal with you if they will break it the moment they get here!?"

Raven put a hand on Clarke's shoulder just then and squeezed. "Can we have a minute, Clarke?"

Clarke furrowed her brows, then nodded and walked a few meters away out of earshot. Anya watched Raven closely.

"Anya, there has to be something you can do. You said you'd hear them out."

"And I have kept that promise. I'm here, and I have met with them. It is a courtesy towards you, Reivon. It is not a kindness I show to many."

"Why am I different?"

Anya locked eyes with Raven, each staring hard at the other. She wanted to hear the grounder say it. If Anya had feelings for Raven, then there was still a chance. But of course, the leader was stubborn and stayed silent.

Raven let out a long breath. "Fine, will you at least consider treating the 100 separate from the Arkers? Our people sent them down to die, Anya. Surely you can see reason in treating them as a different clan."

Anya blinked, but slowly nodded her head. Raven turned back to Clarke and motioned for her to come back.

"We will strike a treaty," Anya began, "but you will abide by the rules and boundaries we set."

A smile crossed Clarke's features, "Okay, we can do that. What are the terms?"

"Tomorrow I will send a messenger with a complete outline of rules and a map marking the boundaries. Should you break our agreement at any time or attack one of us, the truce is off. Also, Reivon has convinced me to treat you and your people separately from the ones that will be coming. This treaty will not apply to them."

"I understand," Clarke nodded. "Thank you, Anya."

Clarke turned to leave.

"Wait. I have one more term that is not negotiable. If you disagree, there is no deal."

Clarke turned with worry in her eyes, "What is it?"

"Reivon comes back with me. Now."

Clarke's jaw fell open; her brows knit together as her worried eyes turned fierce, "What!? No!"

Raven's breath accelerated, she dashed toward Clarke, nearly tripping flat on her face in the process and gripped Clarke's shoulders to keep her from lunging at the grounder leader.

"It's okay, Clarke. If it's the only way to have peace between our people, then it's worth it."

Blue eyes stared into browns. "You aren't sacrificing yourself for us."

"Can you give us another minute, Clarke?"

Hesitantly, her friend nodded before shooting Anya an angry glare and storming away.

Raven turned to Anya and stepped closer while shoving her hands in her back pockets and casting her eyes to the ground before glancing up at the blonde again, "I have a few stipulations of my own."

"My terms are clear. You come back with me. You don't dictate your treatment."

"Sure you don't want to hear me out?" Raven said, quirking an eyebrow, "Might be easier if I'm compliant don't you think? Not to mention more fun for both of us." Raven winked at the end, earning an almost smile from the blonde.

Anya sighed. "You will have your bed and food privileges. What else did you have in mind?"

"I'll come back with you willingly but only if I'm not your slave." Anya opened her mouth to protest, but Raven cut her off, "find a way around it, Anya. Secondly, I want free reign to visit my friends. And lastly," Raven stepped into Anya's personal space, their lips just a breath apart, "I want to go out on a date with you."

The warrior's brows curled in confusion, "Day-te?"

"It means I want to spend time alone with you. Get to know you…romantically."

And there was that ghost smile peeking across Anya's face again as she shook her head. "You are a terrible slave, Reivon."

"Not a slave." Raven insisted.

"Fine. I agree to your terms, and this dayte."

With a smile, Raven beckoned Clarke back over and explained she was free to visit Clarke and the 100 whenever she pleased. Anya made sure it was understood no one other than Raven was allowed among her people, however.

"Rae, you don't have to do this," Clarke whispered.

"It's okay, really. I want to."

Clarke pulled Raven into a tight hug before turning and leaving. The brunette was sad to see her friend go but was secretly excited to be with Anya again, excited, and a little terrified. She relaxed when the blonde's warm arm slipped around her waist and guided her back toward the horse.

"Uhm, do I have to ride that thing with you?" Raven asked gesturing toward the enormous horse. Anya chuckled before hoisting herself up into the saddle and reaching a hand down for Raven. How the hell was she suppose to get up there without hurting herself?

Anya nodded her head to a nearby warrior who slipped from his horse and approached Raven. He lifted Raven as if she weighed nothing and set her directly behind Anya. Raven quickly stifled a scream and wrapped her arms around the blonde's slim waist. She squeezed tightly and nestled her face into the warrior's back. Then Anya kicked the horse into gear and set off toward the sunset.

Raven closed her eyes and silently hoped everything would turn out alright. Either way, she couldn't wait to be alone with the beautiful grounder so she could have her way with the other woman and slake the slick need between her legs. Fuck dating, Raven couldn't wait as her sex pressed up against Anya's backside with every step of the horse; they would be doing things out of order.