She knew, logically, that getting the camp drunk on Monty's moonshine was probably not a good idea.

Their peace with the grounders was tentative at best, and if one unhappy spy made it into their camp, they'd just given him an all clear sign to do whatever the hell he wanted. They were slow and vulnerable and not thinking strategically.

But Bellamy had held out a bottle of what he said Monty was now referring to as his special holiday eggnog, and said "Come on Clarke, it's Christmas. Live a little."

She she'd taken it, because he was right it was Christmas, and as stupid as celebrating a holiday while they were in the midst of struggling to survive was, she couldn't deny that she wanted to.

But then she'd taken a second drink, one that came directly from the source, as Monty cheered her on and drank the whole thing much faster than she should have.

So now everything was spinning and she could only vaguely make out Jasper's voice as he went around and around the fire singing some old Earth Christmas carol, which no one else could join in on because he was keeping absolutely no beat at all.

It was a good kind of spinning though, she decided. It wasn't too fast, she could still make out the faces around her, they were just sort of swaying back and forth as she tried to hold on to a tree for balance.

It wasn't Christmas like she had ever seen before. Or like she had learned about. Before the war, families used to cut down trees and put them in their houses, decorating them with colorful lights and ornaments, they'd have red and green and gold splashed throughout their houses, and peppermint sticks made it into every desert, and in the days leading up to Christmas, more and more presents would make it under the tree. A huge feast would happen with a big family gathering and everyone would be happy and thankful, even if it was just a holiday for presents to them.

It was a bit different on the Ark. They still gave presents, small ones, usually homemade, but there would be no tree, no big feast or gathering of extended families in their little apartments.

The ground was different now. She didn't think the grounders still celebrated these old holidays—she guessed it was hard to keep any faith after what they'd seen. (She couldn't really blame them for that. It was hard for her too).

Monty had declared himself Santa Claus for their camp, and made enough of his "eggnog" the last the camp at least a week.

Well, she thought it would last a week. Apparently she didn't know anything about the drinking habits of delinquents at parties.

But it was okay, she thought. She'd rather be spending the holiday with these people, her people, than up with her mother and Jaha in the Ark. These people were her family now.

A very blurry family. She felt herself tipping.

"Whoa there, princess." She felt familiar hands grip her sides, steadying her back up. She shifted her grip from where it had loosened on the tree to Bellamy's shoulders.

"Not enjoying Monty's Christmas Eggnog?" She asked him, a bit too loudly.

He smirked down at her. "I think you're enjoying it enough for the both of us, actually."

"Come on, Blake. Lighten up."

A young kid stumbled by and she yanked his bottle out of his hand, ignoring his protest.

"Here," she said, shoving it toward Bellamy. "I think he's probably had enough."

She waited with a cocked eyebrow until he took a sip.

"Happy, princess?"

She crossed her arms.

"It's a start."

Bellamy was a touchy drunk.

Not that Clarke minded, really. She just didn't expect it. He kept everyone (well, everyone who wasn't Octavia, anyway) at an arm's length, so it was just a bit strange for her to see him transform into this handsy guy.

He was laughing and touching her shoulder or brushing her knee, or grabbing her elbow as he explained something, putting his hand on the small of her back to show her something.

His eyes were blown wide too, and there was a permanent blush etched between his freckles.

"C'mere," he said, wrapping his fingers around her bicep. "I want to show you something."

He dragged her away from the fire, through the gate and a little further out into the woods until they stopped at a river letting out into a spring.

"What is it?" Clarke asked. "That you wanted to show me?"

Bellamy laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Look it's just…just there, you see?" he pointed to the far end of the spring. "The light from the moon kind of filters through the trees a bit, you see?" he waited until she looked. She guided her eyes to where he was pointing and saw a glimmering layer of light on the surface of the spring.

"Looks a little bit like the lights people used to put on their trees, doesn't?" he said, dragging his arm down away from her bicep until he was holding on to her wrist.

"Yeah, it really does."

She looked away from the spring and turned to him. He was watching the water reflect the light unevenly and he had a goofy smile on his face, a smile that she had never seen on him and even though she knew it was just the eggnog making him act like this, she was glad he was sharing it with her instead of with somebody else.

She felt him tug her closer and she smiled.

"So," she broke the silence. "Did Monty Claus bring you everything you wanted for Christmas?"

He looked over at her, goofy grin still in place. He had never looked less like the man who stayed up most nights, worried about his people, the man who put everything on the line to lead them, and she was glad that he got this one night to act his age.

"He got me pretty damn close to what I wanted," Bellamy answered and Clarke blushed, thinking of the many cups of eggnog Bellamy drank in front of her. She was sure he wouldn't normally say something like that.

He dipped down closer to her. "Stop thinking so hard, princess. I know what I'm saying." And then he dipped down and covered her lips with his. He tasted like smoke and wood and eggnog and she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, knowing she tasted the same.

He pulled away to catch his breath. "Remind me to thank Monty Claus tomorrow."

A/N: I know there were supposed to be twelve fics to fill the twelve prompts, but I started super late and the past few days have been crazy, so I skipped to the last ptompt, and I'm stopping with this one. Thanks for sticking it out! I always love to hear your thoughts :)