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Murphy dipped his head down, brushing his lips softy against the hollow of Raven's throat. She hummed in approval and he took that a sign to continue, gently draping her legs over his lap. She scooted closer towards him on the bed, fingers digging themselves into his hair. His fingers brushed the exposed skin of her hip, lifting her threadbare shirt higher on her body. They had both shed their jackets and she had ridded him of his shirt the moment they had reached the bed.

If he had learned anything in the past week about Raven it was that she was just as impatient physically as she was in day to day things.

Granted they hadn't had sex yet, but he knew that that had to do more with the absolute lack of privacy in their room situations and less about her wanting to take it slow. The hell with slow, the woman was going to kill him. They hadn't slept together, but it wasn't for lack of trying. One of their roommates was always in their bunks, and their tents were frozen solid at this point. The weather had just been getting colder and colder and snow fell heavier and heavier. He knew they had expected a harsh winter, but this was getting ridiculous. He was ready to move out of Mecha Station.

Maybe then they could have some time to themselves.

The other day he was walking to the communal bathrooms to have a hot shower after coming in from his patrol (the shifts were shorter now because of the cold, but still necessary, after all they weren't sure what animals the winter could have brought) when he felt someone drag him into a nearby closet. His response had been to grab the knife from his boot and put it against the neck of his attacker, but his grip on his weapon slackened when he saw Raven looking at him with heavy lidded eyes. He had immediately dropped his knife, because fuck when she looked at him like that…

But they realized soon enough that while Mecha station's central heating system was working, supply closets were irrationally cold and there was nothing more romantic than a rubbing her up against a broom blindly in the dark.

They got lucky sometimes though, like right now when Raven had knocked on his door and conveniently all his three roommates were not in. Bellamy was somewhere with Clarke, and the other two guys whose names he cared very little to remember were doing whatever it was they did at this time of the day.

He dug his thumbs into her hips, his lips forming a trail from the juncture of her throat up to her mouth, capturing her bottom lip with his teeth, biting down a little harder than he meant to, but Raven didn't seem to mind. Her hands held his face in place, and she sucked on his lip with equal force. His hands wandered up her taut stomach, brushing the underside of her bra. Raven grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. She pulled him on top of her by his shoulders, her kisses hungrier. His eyes appraised her briefly, kissing down the valley of her breasts as her breath hitched.

His ears picked up on the faint noise of the door opening and he quickly shielded her from the intruder's views, groaning at being interrupted once again.

"Really, Bellamy? You have fantastic timing." Raven muttered from underneath Murphy.

"Sorry, I just have to grab something." He walked in the room, smirking to himself. "Don't let me bother you guys, besides, it's nothing I haven't seen before." He grabbed a satchel besides his bed.

Murphy felt Raven tense underneath him, and he looked at Bellamy suspiciously. Bellamy had stayed true to his words and left quickly, but the mood was gone. Murphy lifted himself from her and sat on the bed, his back to the wall. Raven grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head with a sigh.

"Well that was a mood killer." She said burrowing herself into his chest.

He draped an arm over her out of habit, but his head was still reeling with what Bellamy had just said.

"Raven," he started. "This might seem like a stupid thing to ask, but have you slept with Bellamy?"

She stiffened in his arms, and he knew the answer.

"Well… Fuck." He took a deep breath.

"It was before." She replied.

"Obviously."

She hit him lightly in his chest, narrowing her eyes at his ease.

"You're not angry? I was scared to tell you. I had been meaning to, though."

"Angry? Nah." His lips frowned as he shook his head. "Worried? Maybe a little bit." He admitted.

"Worried?" She snorted.

"Isn't Bellamy like the sex god around here? That sets the bar pretty high." He joked.

"And you weren't worried when you thought it was just Finn?"

"No, of course not." He looked at her as if she was crazy for asking that.

"Of course not? What does that mean?" She draped her legs over his, his hands stroking her calf through her brace.

"Having known Finn, I'm guessing everything was pretty vanilla." He said, and she raised her eyebrows. "And you, darling, are anything but." He kissed her lightly.

"Darling?" She smiled against his lips.

His face flushed as he shrugged.

"Wick gave you a nickname. Why can't I?"

Raven laughed. "There it is. I knew you were gonna bring it up."

"I mean, grease monkey? Really?" He shook his head.

She grabbed his chin and tilted his face down to hers, giving him a soft, lingering kiss.

"He might have a nickname for me, but you're the only one I kiss like that." She whispered against his lips.

"I better fucking be." He growled, moving to crush his lips to hers, but she laid a finger across them to stop him.

"Your roommates should be coming in any minute. Dinner just finished." She motioned to the digital clock above the door. It read 7:30 and he closed his eyes in annoyance. He kissed the finger still on his lips and leaned back.

"Besides, I have something to give you." Raven bent over the bed, Murphy holding on to her legs so she didn't tumble off.

"You do?" He asked, surprised.

"Yep." She grabbed her bag from where she had thrown it earlier, opening the top flap and reaching in. She withdrew an off-white scarf, which she presented to him with a proud smile. Her grin faltered as she saw his face fall. He masked his disappointment with a polite smile, but it was too late.

"You hate it." She groaned. "I knew I should have dyed the wool. Clarke was talking about—"

"No, Raven I don't hate it. I just don't like scarves." He said slowly.

"Are you kidding me?" Raven huffed, shaking her head. "It's freezing as space outside and just last week you almost died from hypothermia, need I remind you. And you're telling me you won't wear it because you don't like scarves?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't wear it." Murphy reasoned.

"And tell me, if not around your neck, how the hell would you wear it?"

"I don't know… I'll wrap it around my head… Like a turban." He shrugged, trying to hide a smirk he knew would make her even angrier.

"Oh my gosh. I can't deal with you right now." She raised herself from the bed, leaning to avoid hitting her head on the top bunk.

"Raven." Murphy reached for her, but she snatched her hand away.

"You are out there for hours in the cold, one would think that you would appreciate a gift like that. You see my fingers?" She raised her hands in the air. "Do you know how many times I pricked myself with those stupid knitting needles? I was so careful not to get my blood on your scarf. Do you have any idea how long I spent on that stupid thing?"

"Raven, calm down." Murphy scooted the edge of the bed.

"I am calm!" She yelled, putting a hand to her forehead.

"Look, I love the scarf. I love it because you made it—"

"Shut up, Murphy." She grabbed her bag from the floor and turned towards the door.

"Will you just listen to me?" He bolted from the bed to block the door.

"Look, I get it, okay? Next time I have any inclination to do something nice for you, I'll just remember that you won't like it." She pushed him away with her shoulder and left the room.

He grabbed his shirt from the floor and crumpled it into a ball, throwing it into his bed in frustration. He sat down and balanced his elbows on his knees, his body leaning forward as his hands rubbed his face.

"Hey man, you doing okay? Your girl walked out of here looking pissed." One of his roommates said entering the room. His name escaped him at the moment, and the tone of his voice grated in his ears.

"Whatever you did man, you better set right. A pretty girl like that can be snatched up quickly, handicap and all." The blonde guy threw his bag of toiletries up to his bunk above Bellamy's.

Murphy saw red.

He pushed him up against the wall, his forearm at the guy's throat. He put enough pressure so that it wouldn't be comfortable, but not too much so that he suffocated. Blondie grasped blindly at his arm, and Murphy banged him against the wall.

"Handicap?" He sputtered, breathing heavily with anger. "Say that one more time and see what happens. C'mon. Say it."

Blondie shook his head frantically side to side, fear clear in his eyes.

Murphy released him, the guy grabbing his throat as soon as Murphy's forearm left it.

"If you ever say something like that again, I'll kill you. If you so much look at my girl, I'll kill you. And believe me when I say I can make it look like an accident." He wiped his mouth, backing away.

"What the hell is going on here?" Bellamy stalked inside the room, eyeing the two guys warily.

"Idiot said something he shouldn't have." Murphy pulled on his crumpled white shirt, glaring at Blondie who had stayed in the corner of the room.

"Rhys?" Bellamy turned to him, a question in his eyes.

The blonde eyes were wide open and his mouth bobbed as he thought of something to say.

"It's cool, Bellamy. I already had a man-to-man conversation with him." Murphy smirked at Rhys's fear. "I think he gets it."

"I-I gotta go." Rhys stuttered before bolting out the door.

"What did you do?" Bellamy asked, crossing his arms.

"He called Raven handicapped." Murphy ran a hand through his mop of hair.

Bellamy shrugged. "So, you've heard people call her worse things."

"He just said it at the wrong time."

Murphy told him about the scarf situation while holding said scarf in his hands. She had left it on the floor when she left, and he had picked it up while talking to him. His fingers played with the soft wool as he explained himself to Bellamy.

"Why didn't you just tell her?" he asked.

"She didn't let me. And you know Raven. I gotta let her stew away her anger before trying to talk to her. I swear, she broods more than me."

"Match made in heaven, huh?" Bellamy chuckled.

"You can say that again."

They were interrupted by sharp knocking on their door. Bellamy asked him a question with his eyes, eyebrows pulled together, to which Murphy responded with a shrug. Bellamy pulled the door open to see Marcus Kane at their doorway, a team of guards behind him.

"John Murphy, you have been accused of threatening a member of our community. Under the laws set forth by the Exodus charter, this is an act of treason, punishable by shock lashing. Everything you say or do may be used against you in a court of law." Kane said barging in and tying Murphy's wrists behind his back.

"I object, Marcus. His actions were justified." Bellamy said.

"A jury will have to decide that during his trial, Councilor Blake." The man responded gruffly, tugging Murphy in front of him, who couldn't believe that the blonde coward had run to the councilman the first chance he got.

Raven slammed the door open to her bunk, startling a sleeping Octavia. She jerked awake, scrunching her eyebrows as she took in the sight of a very furious Raven pacing around the room.

"You look peachy." She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, stifling a yawn.

"Murphy's an idiot." Raven muttered angrily.

"Well, I could have told you that."

Raven flashed her eyes at her, and Octavia sat up from her top bunk, hands up in surrender.

"Okay, I'll bite. What did Murphy do?"

"You know that scarf I knit him?"

"Uh-huh." Octavia nodded.

"He didn't like it."

"I told you! You should've knitted him a hat."

"You're not helping, O." Raven sat down on her bed, stretching out her bad leg on the mattress.

She heard Octavia climb down from her spot above her. The brunette sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Raven's bunk.

"C'mon Raven. Think. Why wouldn't Murphy like the scarf?" she asked, as if the answer was obvious.

"Because he's an idiot who likes to see me angry because it turns him on." Raven replied arching her eyebrows.

"I'm not even going to comment on that." Octavia shook her head. "Raven, where do people wear scarves?"

"On their necks." Raven said slowly, and then inwardly groaned as she realized what Octavia was getting at. "He doesn't like it because he doesn't like the feeling of things wrapped around his neck. It reminds him of when he was hung… Of course. I'm the idiot." Raven put her face in her hands.

"Just go talk it out with him." Octavia offered. "He can't stay mad at you for too long."

"You're right. I'm going to go right now." Raven stood up from her bunk and walked to the door. "Thanks, O." She said from the half-open door.

She started to make her way down the corridor in the direction of Murphy's bunk, but a sudden influx of guards intercepted her. Kane was at the rear of them, and her breath caught when she saw him tugging a tied up Murphy.

"What the hell is going on?" She demanded.

"It would be in your best interests if you would step aside, Miss Reyes." Kane sighed.

"Not until someone tells me what is going on." She crossed her arms over chest stubbornly, glaring at the councilor.

"Miss Reyes what you are doing right now could be considered an obstruction of justice, I would be careful if I were you."

"Raven, find Bellamy." Murphy said, and a guard jostled him to keep him quiet.

She made a move towards him but Murphy shook his head as a warning. Resigned, she stepped to the side letting them through. Murphy turned back to look at her.

"I'm okay." He mouthed.

Raven saw them leading him out of the corridor and she put her hands to her head, digging her fingers in her hair. Bellamy caught side of her as he emerged from the other side. Raven took heavy heaving breaths trying to calm herself down.

"What's going on?" She asked shakily as she saw him.

"He's being charged with treason."

"Treason?!" She braced herself against the wall, inhaling and exhaling steadily.

"He threatened our roommate." Bellamy reached for her, making sure she didn't fall to the floor. It wouldn't be the first time he caught her.

"Why?" She asked, her eyebrows kneaded together.

"Over you." Bellamy said quietly.

"Oh my gosh." She repeated over and over. "Oh my gosh. They're going to kill him."

"They're not going to kill him, Raven. If he is found guilty at the trial, they will give him a shock lashing though." He said carefully, keeping a strong grip on her arm as she took in his words.

"But they won't kill him. I will make sure of that." Bellamy rubbed her back soothingly but she flinched away from him.

"That's what you guys said about Finn." She spat, wrenching her arm away from him.

I am so sorry for the delay! I started writing this Friday night to see if I could have it posted up by Sunday, but something felt off. I ended up rewriting the last half over the course of this week. It took longer than usual because I just started my spring semester in college on Monday, so the amount of free time I have to dedicate to this piece is a lot less than it was over winter break. I'm not abandoning the story though. I'll try my best to update once a week, but if it's a little longer than that, I apologize. I'm a journalism major/creative writing minor, so I do a lot of writing during school. Unfortunately, fanfiction is going to have to take a step back so I have enough time to work on my news stories and original fiction. Bear with me though, I don't plan to leave this story unfinished!

.xoxo