Rae's Note: Hey, everyone. Here is the update, as promised. I just wanted to say that the reason why I wanted to incorporate a "fight" or a "bump in the road" between the two was because it just seemed to me that without one, their relationship wouldn't seem realistic. I mean this is Bellamy and Clarke we're talking about. The two do have their disagreements all the time, and I wouldn't think that would go away immediately. Anyway, I just wanted to warn everyone that after this chapter we start hitting the more M rated stuff. I hope you all like the update, and thanks for all your guys' awesome support. Also, if anyone has any questions about the storyline or anything, leave them in the reviews and I'll be sure to answer them.

Clarke picked her way carefully across camp and thought about what she was going to say. She wasn't sure if she should just end things herself, but as soon as the thought entered her mind it was immediately squashed. She was in too deep to do that, and knew that she wouldn't be able to do it even if she tried. Clarke wondered suddenly when she had gotten it so bad for Bellamy. She tried to pick through her memories to try to see when the shift had suddenly happened, but no matter how long she thought about it she could not get herself to pinpoint the moment that everything had changed for her. It didn't matter how it happened anyway, the only thing that mattered was that Clarke knew there were feelings she had for Bellamy that weren't going to go away without her having to rip her heart apart to make them.

Clarke still hadn't really figured out what her plan was or what she really thought about the whole situation when she found herself standing in front of Bellamy's tent. She could tell that someone was inside since a lamp was illuminating the tent from the inside and the light was seeping through the material of the tent. She shook her head to clear the doubt and nervousness away before pushing forward and stepping into the tent.

Bellamy was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, wearing the same clothes he had been earlier even though by now he would have usually been changed out of them. He seemed to know it was her that had walked in without lifting his head from his hands, and his tense shoulders visibly relaxed into a tired slouch.

"I'm really good at fucking things up, aren't I?" He said, his voice muffled by the palms of his hands. Clarke sighed audibly and walked forward to kneel in front of him, her body positioned between his legs, and gently pried his hands away from his face.

"Well, you're not terribly bad at it." Clarke said with a joking tone, as she watched him lift his head and look at her. For the first time that she could remember, he didn't have any walls up and was just letting whatever emotions he was feeling pour into his face and eyes. Clarke could see guilt in the slight downward curve of his lips, how much he blamed himself for all the problems that he's faced in the crinkles around his eyes, and sadness in the expression he wore. When her gaze met his eyes there was some emotion unknown to Clarke glittering there that she could only describe as warmth. Clarke didn't dare guess that it was affection.

Clarke leaned her forehead against his and sighed again, but this time her own guilt edged its way into the sound. Her arms were resting on the top of his legs to help keep her balance and she was fiddling distractedly with the edge of his shirt, trying to find what words she wanted to say. She could see Bellamy looking at her through his eyelashes.

"I should have went and told you right away. I'm sorry." She breathed, closing her eyes and finding relative peace in the darkness behind them. Clarke felt him shake his head rapidly against hers.

"No, you shouldn't be the one to have to say you're sorry. I…I didn't mean to blow up at you like that. I didn't mean to hurt you, Princess, and I'm the only one who should be saying sorry." Bellamy said gruffly as if to compensate for the emotions he was letting Clarke see. He seemed like he wanted to say more but couldn't quite figure out how to say it and instead just gazed at Clarke as if to try to tell her what else he wanted to say. Clarke knew he hadn't exactly said that he was sorry, but she could see it in his eyes that he was and she felt lucky to have even that. She knew that Bellamy was trying as hard as he could at this, and she also knew this wasn't exactly easy territory for him, none of it was.

Clarke smiled at Bellamy to show that she understood before pressing a quick kiss onto his mouth. When she started to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her before she could go too far.

"I'm tired, Bellamy, and I need to get some sleep." Clarke said, carefully disentangling his arms from around her. Bellamy had started kicking off his shoes and Clarke had been about to turn and leave when he spoke again.

"You can just stay in here tonight." He told her as he peeled his shirt over his head and then looked up at her expectantly. The white of the bandage on his side stood out starkly against his tan skin. Clarke thought for a moment before she made up her mind.

"Fine, but no moving around a lot. Your cut still needs to heal." Clarke said, looking at him pointedly. Bellamy seemed to get the hint and small smirk played at his lips. She didn't bother telling him to turn around as she changed into one of his shirts and crawled under the covers next to him, draping an arm over his upper stomach to avoid the bandage.

"Good night, Princess." Bellamy muttered, his arm looping around her waist.

"Good night, Bellamy." Clarke said with a smile teasing the corners of her mouth. It took a while for Clarke to be able to finally fall asleep but when she did, she was content.

Clarke must have overslept the next day because she woke up to an empty bed and late morning light was piercing through the tent material. Right as she was lifting herself out of the blankets, Bellamy pushed through the tent flap and locked eyes with her. He tossed a small bag of rations onto the bed and settled down into a drop ship seat he had positioned next to the bed, stretching his arms above his head and his legs out in front of him. His face was set carefully back into its usual neutral expression which didn't surprise Clarke in the slightest.

"Morning, Princess." He said casually while he waved his hand in the direction of the food, telling her to eat. Clarke obediently picked up the package and started tossing berries into her mouth, looking over at him questioningly.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Clarke asked, tossing the covers off of her and changing into a pile of clothes that Bellamy must have brought from her tent. At the back of her mind, she realized that she didn't even flinch at the fact that Bellamy was watching out of the corner of his eye. She saw him shrug and get up from the chair.

"Miller came in earlier this morning and wanted to talk about the camp and the situation with the Grounders, and I haven't been back since just now. I personally think he's just a little too paranoid." Bellamy explained before he started doing something that looked like he was trying to make his bed but was more like just tossing the blankets in a different location. Clarke watched with an amused expression on her face before a thought had dawned on her.

"Wait, Miller came in the tent this morning?" Clarke asked in a shrill voice. She had frozen in the process of putting on her shirt and was looking at Bellamy with startled eyes. His lips were pulled into an amused smile and he shook his head at her.

"Calm down, Princess, he didn't see you. You were pretty much buried under all the covers." Bellamy explained, simpering forward to rest his hands on Clarke's hips.

Clarke finished putting her shirt on and it fell on top of Bellamy's hands. When he pulled away, grumbling, Clarke laughed and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his jaw which was the closest thing she could reach. When it started to turn into a small wrestling match with Bellamy trying to press his lips to Clarke's and Clarke scrambling away from him every time, saying things like "Just come here, Princess." and "Bellamy, if you don't stop I will punch you where your stitches were.", Octavia decided to make an appearance at the entrance to his tent. At that point, Bellamy had Clarke pinned beneath him with her arms held down above her head, but when Clarke noticed Octavia's presence she tried squirming out from under him while all Bellamy did was lean back and sit against her middle with his knees on either side of her so she couldn't get away, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What do you need, O?" He said casually, ignoring the annoyed sounds Clarke was making and her attempts to get free. Octavia seemed at a loss of what to say at first until it looked like she had gathered her thoughts.

"I was just wondering about the gun drills we were doing today." Octavia said slowly, eying Clarke with a mischievous glint in her eye that seemed to shout I knew it!

"Mmm-hmm. What about them?" He asked but his attention was down on Clarke who seemed to have given up and was just lying there, heaving deep breathes in and out. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes that seemed to be bothering her as she tried to blow it away herself.

"What time are we starting, because we would have usually started thirty minutes ago?" Octavia said, her stance radiating how awkward the situation was for her. Bellamy seemed to want to spare her of anymore awkwardness and waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder.

"I'll be right out." He told her and laughed when his sister hurried out the door as soon as she could. Clarke watched as Bellamy turned back to her with a devious smirk on his face and he leaned down faster than she could stop him, smashing his lips against hers. Clarke parted her lips immediately to let his tongue slide into her mouth. Just as someone yelled for Bellamy outside, Clarke rolled her hips up into his. She watched as he gritted his teeth in frustration and tried dragging himself off of her to go outside. Clarke used this time to get her payback.

"Bellamy, stay." She whimpered in a breathy voice that she knew made him tremble and pulled him back down on top of her by hooking her fingers into the front of his pants, tugging him back. She watched in satisfaction as his eyes turned a shade darker at the sound of her voice and he had to brace a hand next to her head to keep him from lowering himself onto her.

"Stop it. I have to go." Bellamy muttered though she got the distinct feeling that he didn't actually mean the first part. In her moment of hesitation, Bellamy disentangled himself from her, and rose from the bed. He pointed at her with warning finger to tell her that she shouldn't try to come after him. Clarke rolled her eyes at the expression on his face and stayed rooted in her spot, so that he could leave the tent.

Clarke creeped to the entrance and peered out to see if anyway would see her coming out of it. No one seemed to be nearby and she slowly slinked out of Bellamy's tent, making her way to the drop ship. She started to feel bad for leaving all the work on Scarlette's shoulders, but when she entered Clarke noticed that it wasn't busy at all. There were just a few people that Scarlette had patched up with burns and minor cuts.

"Looks like people aren't injuring themselves today." Clarke said over her shoulder to Scarlette who was washing her hands in a tub of water in the corner. Scarlette looked up and grinned in agreement, her dimples showing.

"Yeah, I guess they decided that self-preservation was a good quality to have." Scarlette said with a joking smile plastered on her face. Clarke chuckled before she busied herself with straightening up the medicine area.

For the rest of the day, Clarke helped Scarlette with all the injuries that came their way. They worked all the way until nightfall, when the slow trickle of teens slowed to a stop. Clarke was washing down the table when she heard Scarlette say her goodbyes and disappear out the door. Clarke finished cleaning up and followed her into the star-filled night. A few fires were started in the center of camp, and Clarke skirted them on the way to her tent.

She was almost there when a hand gripped her arm and yanked her back. She turned to see the girl that had the outburst in the tent when Clarke was fixing Bellamy's cut glaring at her with hate-filled eyes. Clarke thought back on any time that she had done something to deserve that hate, but came up blank. The girl didn't leave it in mystery long though before she had started yelling at Clarke through gritted teeth.

"I know there is something going on with you and Bellamy. He hasn't let any other girl into his tent for weeks." She seethed. Clarke couldn't see why this was so important or why it was bothering this girl so much when she noticed the jealousy that was blazing in the girl's eyes. Oh. The girl raged on.

"Has he fucked you yet, Clarke? I hope you know that you probably mean no more to him than the rest of us," This girl was really starting to piss Clarke off and it only escalated when she continued, "He's good isn't he? That boy knows how to use those hips of his. Trust me, I would know."

Clarke yanked her arm out of the girl's hand and started walking away before she did something that was stupid. But that girl obviously didn't know what was best for her.

"You think you're so much better than us, Clarke, but if we are all being perfectly honest you are the biggest whore in this camp. First, you fuck someone else's boyfriend and now Bellamy-" The girl didn't finish because Clarke spun around so fast that she didn't have time to react before Clarke's fist connected with the girl's jaw. The high-pitched scream that left the girl's mouth as she clutched her jaw in her hands would have reached clear across camp. Sure enough, people had start running at them through the darkness.

The girl must have recovered because she lunged at Clarke with her hands outstretched. Clarke kneed her in the stomach and was just about to throw another punch when strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back with enough force for Clarke to lose her balance.

"Okay, that's enough, Princess." Bellamy huffed in her ear as he struggled to hold her back. Clarke was franticly trying to break his hold on her, blind fury pushing away any logic in her mind. Clarke was still trying to break out of his hold as he dragged her towards his tent past all of the people that had surrounded the girl that was now lying on the ground.

Rae: I was just wanting to ask everyone a question, because I noticed that everyone interprets a story differently and I was just curious. When Clarke said she didn't know what caused the drastic change of her feelings for Bellamy, can you think of some moments that you think caused it? I was just curious, and wanted to know what people thought. Thanks for reading!