Prompt: Could you write one about Clarke and Bellamy getting caught in a winter storm and having to preserve warmth somehow?
Black clouds gathered above them. Clarke looked at Bellamy, "We should make it back before we get caught in the storm."
He nodded and grabbed her arm pulling her towards camp.
Any hope of making it back to camp in time was gone when suddenly rain poured down onto them. Within seconds they were both soaked through their clothes and onto their skin.
Clarke broke free of Bellamy's grip and took shelter under a large tree.
"Princess we can't stay under here, we'll freeze to death before the storm passes."
"We are still over 10 miles away from camp, if we continue we'll freeze anyway," she argued.
He sighed and looked around them.
"Follow me," he said taking her hand in his and pulling her back out into the open forest.
Lighting flashed dangerously close to them. Clarke jumped. The deafening thunder and howling wind did not help either.
"In here," Bellamy said, gently pushing Clarke into a cave before him.
Darkness crept over them, as they walked further into the depths of the cave.
Bellamy halted, putting his arm in front of Clarke, "We should be fine here."
She slumped down onto the cold ground and brought her knee's up, trying to regain some warmth. Clarke tried to wiggle her toes, but her shoes were saddened with water. "My feet are soaked," she moaned.
"Take your shoes off then," he replied.
She removed her shoes, which had accumulated puddles of water.
Then she heard rustling of clothes "What are you doing?" She asked.
"What does it look like?"
"Well I wouldn't be asking if I could actually see anything in here," she rolled her eyes.
He laughed, "Clarke if we stay in these clothes we'll catch hypothermia and die before making it back to camp."
"What do you suggest we do?"
"We take our clothes off," he said.
Clarke's breath hitched in her throat. She knew he was right, but for some reason she was hesitant. He won't be able to see you, its too dark in here, she reminded herself. "Fine," she mumbled.
They both fumbled for a few moments while they removed all of their outer clothing apart from their underwear.
"How long do you think we'll be stuck here?" She leaned back against the cave wall.
Bellamy sighed, "It'll be dark out there soon. So even if the storm clears in a couple of hours we'll not be able to leave until morning, its too dangerous."
"O-kay," she stuttered.
Bellamy reached out and lightly traced her arm with his finger, "You're shivering."
"I'm okay," she whispered while her teeth chattered.
"Come here," he pulled her body against his. "We'll keep warm like this."
They shuffled onto the floor. Clarke was leaning on his chest and Bellamy's leg's tangled with hers. They had never touched like this before, but for some reason Clarke liked it. It was oddly comfortable.
His warn breath ghosted across her cheek, she held back a moan.
"You know princess, I know another way to keep warm… if you're not too tired," Bellamy said in a low tone, almost seductive.
Clarke giggled, and lightly hit him on the chest, "Never gonna happen Bellamy."
"We'll see."