Black rain while Bellarke is on a hunting trip before praimfaya (still living in Arkadia). Bellamy POV. Review and enjoy!

We stop in the woods when we hear thunder. We had been traveling for a few hours, gathering what meat we can. I didn't think she would come with me but she said that she wanted to feel free in the woods for a while. I wanted to tell her how beautiful that was but decided not to out of fear.

Thunder again.

I turn to her. She looks afraid.

"Clarke?" I ask her.

Then the rain comes. At first I feel a small prick on my neck, then my hand. And then I am being pumped with a burning sensation like nothing else.

"Black rain!" I shout.

She is fussing and trying to cover her head but it doesn't matter. We both make small grunts of pain as we run, trying to get any kind of cover. It's nothing but trees. The rain is coming down harder, burning my skin with every single small drop that lands on me.

"Clarke!" I shout, feeling like the burning is starting to reach my flesh. She grabs my hand and pulls me. I wonder where she is going but then decide that I don't care. The pain is incredible, almost as if it can't be stopped. I run as fast as I can beside her, grunting and screaming. She does the same but is pulling me along since she knows the way.

The rain is in my hair, burning my head and scalp. It's in my shirt, my pants, even my balls are starting to feel like they are on fire. I follow her but realize that soon we are both going to be screaming in agony and all we have is two water bottles of water in each of our bags. One for this and one for drinking.

"Clarke! We've got to find shelter!" I say.

"I know!" she says back.

She is clearly trying but the pain is getting to her to. Her face is soaking wet. Her little gasps of pain and squeals of anger are starting to make me nervous. I squeeze her hand as we run, hoping to take some away from her. She screams out again. It is starting to add up. I can feel it too. My body doesn't want to move anymore. It's seizing up. Running is nearly impossible. Just when I think we are both going to drop, she stops and kneels down, pulling something open.

The bunker her and Finn used to go into it.

Great.

I push that hurt down far into my gut because I don't have time for it. Finn is gone anyway. It doesn't matter. I follow her down the latter and close the top before we have a chance to get rain in here too. It's dark but we don't care. Clarke starts taking her clothes off, giving me permission to by doing so. She strips all the way down until she is standing in nothing but black underwear and a blue bra. I look at her but try so hard not to.

Once my clothes are off and I am in nothing but boxers, I get the water out of our bags. I start with her, though my own body feels like it is on fire.

"Clarke," I say and she turns around. Her arms are over her chest but I push them down and start dousing her in water. I push the water down her body, starting with her shoulders, arms, back. I shiver when my hand brushes over her breast and thigh but I try not to think about it. I know she doesn't think about it.

I do this until she is finally okay, not gasping or groaning or making small painful noises that make my heart clench. She seems to be catching her breath as I go, trying to remember what it's like to feel like she can breathe. I pour the last of her bottle over her hair and help her ring it out. It makes my hands burn so bad, I pull away and wince. She grabs me and then gets the bottle from my back.

"But your hair—"

"Is alright," she finishes for me.

She starts pouring the water and pushing the acid away. I help her, frantically getting anything left of the terrible acid away from me. Her hands graze over my shoulders, back, stomach, pecks, arms and thighs before she is done. We move fast, begging the pain to go away with it. It subsides but does not leave. We need more water. When she is almost done, she puts some of it in my hair and I shake it out away from her. I do this a few times before my head doesn't feel like it's on fire. The rest of my body still tingles.

I find Clarke standing with her hands on her hips, her shoulders moving because she is breathing heavily.

"Clarke," I say.

She doesn't look at me. She looks afraid. My body still hurts. I want more water desperately. I want the burning to stop. I hold back a groan when I feel a drip from my hair fall onto my shoulder.

"Clarke," I say again.

"Bellamy, are you okay?" she asks.

I nod. "You?"

She nods.

We are both lying.

"We need more water," I say as I try to ignore the buzz happening through out my body.

"We can't use our drinking water," she says. "We don't know how long we'll be down here and they don't have any water."

I nod.

I lean against the wall, starting to shiver. The rain and the water and wet hair, standing her almost naked. I am cold. Really cold. But I won't tell her that. Instead, I try to control the shivering. I look down at our soaked clothes that we left scattered on the floor.

"We can't wear those," I say. "And as much as I would love to wonder around the forest in my underwear with you, I think it's a bad plan for when we get back to Arkadia."

She laughs. It makes me smile. I hoped she would get that as a joke and not something more.

"They have clothes down here. They might not fit well but we can wear them before we leave. We should dry off first. Anything sticking to our skin like that is just going to burn worse," she says.

I nod and try not to shiver.

After fifteen minutes of drying off and being freezing, I can't take it anymore. I look for clothes as Clarke is moving the table and couch around. I don't ask as I get out a pair of black sweatpants and a tee shirt for me and a long sleeve shirt and pants for Clarke. When I turn around, she has turned the couch into a bed. I hadn't even realized it did that.

"Nice touch," I say and look at the small bunk bed across from it.

"I could have just slept on the regular couch. I wouldn't have minded," I say as I sit down and put the shirt over my head. She shrugs and gets out one large blanket.

"I mean…why is it any different than in Arcadia?" she asks.

"What?"

I have hope in my chest filled so high that if she disappoints me, I might actually cry.

"We sleep in the same bed there…to help each other. The rain isn't letting up and last time it lasted over six hours. We might as well lay down for a bit. It's not like we get much sleep."

It's almost as if she was avoiding explaining it to me. But I get it. She wants to sleep with me. She wants me to comfort her the way she comforts me.

I lay down first and she brings the blanket on top of us as she lays down. We stare at each other, facing the other person.

"Skin still burns?" she asks.

"A little," I admit, trying not to shiver from the cold and fear.

"Mine too."

I hold out my hand between us, begging her to take it. She does and I feel relief flood my chest, enough to bring tears to my eyes. I blink them away as I interlock our fingers.

"We're alright," she says with a small smile. "Now we just ride out the storm."