Octavia walked back into Jasper and Monty's tent to find them all still crashed out. They had been up all night trying to devise more plans to get Bell and Clarke together, but now that Octavia had seen them so content with each other without anyone pushing them she almost didn't want to intrude. Almost.

Octavia walked over to Jasper to find him sprawled out on the bed face down and his head cuddled into a blanket as a pillow. She smiled at him and gently brushed his hair away from his forehead. When he didn't stir, Octavia moved him over a bit and cuddled herself next to him. She looked over to find Monty and Monroe crashed out on the other bed, Monty propped up on one end and Monroe curled up near the bottom. The only two she had left unaccounted for were Miller and Raven because in all honesty she really didn't want to walk into anything.

Jasper shifted next to her, throwing his heavy arm over her waist and mumbling something under his breath. Octavia giggled softy before leaning over him and tucking his curling hair behind his ear.

"Wakey, wakey!" Octavia sang, placing a light kiss by his ear.

"Morning beautiful." Came Jaspers mumbled reply, tightening his grip on Octavia's waist.

"Please tell me you guys didn't have sex while I was crashed out over here?" Monty muttered, ungraciously flopping over in his bed to lie on his back and almost kicking Monroe in the face in the process.

"What a way to ruin a moment, Monty." Jasper huffed, pulling his blanket up to his chin and tucking Octavia closer to him.

"Just sayin'."

"Even if we were, you wouldn't have known since you were sleeping." Octavia shot back, grinning when Monty grimaced.

"Not an image I need in my brain."

"What were you doing leaving so early anyway?" Jasper asked, tucking a bit of Ocatvia's hair behind her ear.

"I went to check on Bell and Clarke." She smiled.

"I take it from your grin everything went well?" Monty asked, a large yawn escaping his mouth.

"Better than well."

-The 100-

About an hour later, Miller and Raven walked into the tent to find the four of them still swamped out on the beds. Miller had had his hand on Raven's lower back but dropped it rather abruptly when he saw Jasper smirk at him.

"Good night guys?" Monty asked, grinning at the pair. Raven flushed but didn't say anything. Miller glared at him. Octavia scooted over in the bed with Jasper to let Raven sit down with them. Jasper refused to sit up so Raven shoved his legs roughly till he huffed and moved about half an inch. Miller sat on a chair of some sort and yawned loudly.

"Not sleep much, man?" Jasper asked, winking when Miller glared over at him. Jasper grinned wide. "Aw c'mon, you two must have known you were going to get ripped to pieces?" Jasper laughed motioning back and forth between Raven and Miller. It was then that he noticed that Raven had Miller's jacket on zipped right up under her chin.

"Why are you wearing Miller's jacket? What's the matter with yours?" Jasper asked, leaning over to tug at the top of the jacket near Raven's chin.

"No! Jasper, seriously stop touching the jacket." Raven pleaded, throwing a horrified look over at Miller. Octavia quickly sat up and practically ripped the jacket away from Raven, to expose her throat. Covering her throat and up her chin were dark, purple bruises.

"Oh my god! How many hickeys have you got?!" Octavia laughed leaning over more to try and count the small bruises littering her skin. Raven tried to smack her hand away and zip up the jacket. Monroe, who had only just recently woke up, laughed loudly when Miller groaned and hid his head in his hands.

"Octavia, stop it!" Raven spoke angrily repeatedly smacking away her hands.

"Well, at least we don't have to ask what happened with you guys." Monty said, laughing quietly at them.

Miller and Raven looked mortified but it didn't stop them from locking eyes with each other after the rest of them had stopped teasing them long enough to laugh. Octavia didn't miss the grin that Miller gave Raven.

"Aw, you guys are so cute." Octavia said honestly, smiling as the pair continued to give each other small smiles. Raven turned and gave her friend a rare big smile. Octavia smiled back, glad that something was going good for Raven. After Finn had messed her about and she decided to try and get back at him, she had kind of fallen into a rut of being a bit of a bitch to everyone. She was so glad that Raven had found Miller. The rest of the group grinned at the two, teasing completely void.

"So, any idea what happened with Bellamy and Clarke then? Can't say I was actually paying attention, but I heard no shouting." Miller said, looking a little embarrassed and throwing a wink at Raven.

"Octavia said she went to go check on them, but, uh, you didn't really go into much detail?" Jasper said turning to look at the girl still cuddled next to him.

Octavia looked up at him and smiled, "I don't think I should be sharing what I seen actually, but, I have never seen anything so cute in all my life."

-The 100-

Bellamy woke up to a blinding light streaming in through the gaps in the tent. The sooner they built all the houses the better. Then they wouldn't have to deal with getting almost blinded every morning by the stupid sun. It wasn't until he tried to stretch his limps that he remembered where he was. He turned his head slightly to see Clarke still asleep. Her head was on his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his stomach and her legs still tangled with his. He smiled to himself when he heard her mumble something incoherent onto his chest. Her warm breath hit him like a brick. He had somehow managed to take his top off in the middle of night. A image in his brain was positive that Clarke had ripped it off of him claiming that the material was sticking to her cheek, to which he replied that her trousers were scratching him. Low and behold, when Bellamy looked down, Clarke was only in her pants.

"Oh shit." Bellamy spoke aloud, removing one of his arms from around Clarke and rubbing his eyes.

"What?" Clarke mumbled, shifting her leg slightly between his.

"Uh, nothing." Bellamy said lamely, looking down at her. She still had her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She shimmed around some more and moved her leg higher up his thigh. It wasn't until her leg brushed his groin did he realise that he had an erection. Bellamy froze and Clarke stilled when her thigh touched him.

"Oh great." Bellamy muttered, smacking his hand against his forehead. How could have forgotten about his morning problem? Sure, he didn't think having Clarke lying practically on top of him was helping, in fact he was sure it was making it a hell of a lot worse.

Clarke slowly moved her leg back down his and to be honest it was making his problem even worse. He could feel basically every inch of her on his body. He groaned when she kept shifting near him.

"Clarke," Bellamy groaned out, grabbing her waist tightly to stop her moving, "Seriously, if you keep moving it's going to make it worse."

Clarke didn't reply back, so he was just starting to try and calm down when he felt her hand stroke slightly on his stomach. Bellamy's breath caught in his throat and he gripped her waist even tighter. He was sure he would leave finger marks but he didn't care. Her fingers left burning sensations as she continued to move them over his stomach. She moved over the hair from his belly button to the hem of his trousers and he actually choked on the air. She didn't say anything about what she was doing so Bellamy remained quiet, willing his mind to calm down. He had been touched like this before, it wasn't a big deal.

Apart from it was. It was Clarke Griffin touching him and he thought he was going to explode.

Clarke's other hand moved from around his taunt back muscles and started trailing up his muscled thigh. Bellamy gulped loudly and held her even closer to him if that were even possible. Her hand got really close to his erection when he wasn't able to hold back the moan anymore. Clarke's hand stilled and Bellamy thought briefly that Clarke had finally realised that she was touching him rather intimately but as soon as the thought entered his mind, her hand slowly started moving upward again. Her hand stopped an inch away from his erection and Bellamy was pretty sure this was the worst torture he had ever had. He was positive Clarke could feel it pulsing in his trousers but he really didn't give a flying fuck at that moment. He had never ever been turned on so much in his life and she hadn't even touched him yet.

"Bell?" Clarke whispered huskily in his ear. Bellamy actually felt himself shiver and he gulped loudly. He didn't want to say anything back to ruin the moment but he knew she was waiting for a reply.

"Princess?" He whispered back just as quietly as she did but the noise sounded like screams in the quietness of the tent. Clarke's hand gripped him tightly just under his erection and Bellamy gave out a guttural moan in her ear. "Fuck, you're going to have to stop doing that." He warned her, running his hand roughly up her spine, grabbing her tightly to him.

"Don't shut yourself away from me." Clarke demanded rather harshly. Bellamy nodded his head. He pulled Clarke's hand away from his thigh, rather unwillingly, and turned himself around to face her.

Her blue eyes shone and she was biting her lip nervously. Bellamy unconsciously licked his lips and Clarke watched the movement. He lifted his hand from her back to pull his fingers through her blonde hair and gripped it tightly. He looked straight into her eyes and sighed.

"I'm not good for you, Clarke." He said seriously, dropping his eyes to her lips. Clarke moved her body closer to him, pressing herself up against his erection and Bellamy gripped her hair tighter, tucking her face closer to his.

"I'm done caring about what's good for me." Clarke said, bringing her hand up to grip his neck, flicking her fingers against the stray curls on the nape of his neck. Bellamy's eyes closed at the sensation and then Clarke's lips were on his. He pulled her to top of him and gasped into her mouth when she bit down on to his bottom lip. He forced her mouth to open wider and massaged her soft tongue with his. His hands trailed down to her bottom and he gripped her tightly, making her moan loudly in his mouth.

They were locked in such a passionate embrace they didn't hear the sound of someone coming into the tent. They both heard a loud gasp followed by laughter. Clarke sprang off of Bellamy as if she had been shocked. She grabbed a blanket with her and wrapped it around her waist. Bellamy shot up from the bed to see Octavia standing with her mouth agape and Raven covering her mouth to hide her smirk.

"Oh. My. God! I am so sorry!" Octavia gushed out, looking totally mortified. She spoke to Bellamy who had his mouth open in shock. Octavia wondered briefly if he was shocked at being caught kissing Clarke or shocked at actually kissing Clarke. Octavia glanced over to Clarke, who was standing covering herself with one of her blankets. Her hair was all messy and her lips were swollen. Octavia turned to Raven, who was badly hiding her smirk.

"What are you doing here, Octavia?" Bellamy finally spoke, glaring at his sister and Raven. Raven winked at him and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Uh, I was just, uh, I mean I came in to get some clothes to change into, uh, it doesn't matter now. I'll borrow something from Raven. Sorry. I'll let you guys, um, continue." Octavia rushed out, looking more mortified by the minute. Clarke seemed to have snapped out her lust filled phase and shook her head at the girl.

"O, no, it's fine. I need to get to the drop ship anyway." Clarke said, speaking quickly and throwing her trousers on, not bothering to hide herself from the girls or Bellamy. Raven noticed that Bellamy's eyes were glued to her legs and she coughed loudly. Clarke turned to look at him and he was biting his bottom lip staring at her. She stared at his swollen lips which had only been on hers moments ago before she ripped her eyes away from him. Raven smirked when Clarke visibly shook her head and buttoned up her trousers.

"I should be leaving too. Sorry for the inconvenience last night." Bellamy spoke, looking at Octavia who just nodded as if not knowing what to say to her brother. He didn't look at Clarke again, who was furiously trying to fix the mess of her hair.

Just as Bellamy was about to get up, he stilled and looked embarrassed. Raven couldn't hold back her choke of laughter and looked over at him. "Calmed down enough?" She teased.

Bellamy flipped her off. "Fuck off, Reyes." He shot back angrily. Octavia shoved Raven hard on the shoulder and Clarke didn't know where to look.

Clarke stood awkwardly, almost not knowing what to do before she glanced quickly over to Bellamy, who was pulling his top over his head and found herself staring at his chest. Octavia and Raven looked at each other and smirked.

"Uh, Clarke?" Octavia said, waving her hand in front of her face. Clarke shot her head over to the two girls at the flap of the tent and pushed her palms into her eyes.

"I'll walk you to the drop ship." Octavia said, taking pity on the embarrassed girl and slung her arm over her shoulder. Clarke gave her a small smile. She quickly looked over her shoulder to find Bellamy watching her before they left the tent.

Raven stood smirking at Bellamy who was fixing his shirt. He looked up to find her smiling.

"What?" He snapped at her.

"Oh nothing, nothing at all." She smiled sweetly at him.

He shoved past her to get outside the tent not before he tucked at her jacket. "Nice hickeys, by the way."