Author's Note: Seriously guys, beta readers are the best ever. If you write, consider asking someone to read your work before posting it. I write late at night and I still can find someone. This most recent chapter was checked by the awesome francyfifty on Tumblr.

Warning: I don't know why I still feel the need to add these because if you've been reading my story so far, then you know I'm gonna have sex scenes in it. BUT, in case you like the heads up, here it is. You've been warned that there is hot, steamy sex in my story =)

(CLARKE)

A few hours later found everyone scrubbed clean from the pond and in a better mood than that morning. There was still a note of silent grief in the camp; so many had been lost in a single day.

Clarke spent the rest of the afternoon helping Monty make the soap as it was time-consuming work. The first part of the project involved making the needed lye before mixing it with the other ingredients.

The process consisted of leaching water through wood ashes taken from the fire pit using a filter system involving several containers. Monty and Clarke finished one batch by evening and were eager to test it out.

They took the limited amount of spare clothes that was on hand and set about trying to wash them. Monty had found a piece of metal that bent back and forth like a washboard and had given it to Clarke to use.

She grabbed a shirt that had seen better days and soaked it in the water for a minute. The soap resembled a bar but the mold wasn't perfect, so it had odd bumps sticking out here and there.

Clarke dipped the bar into the water and rubbed it against the shirt to create a lather before returning the soap into Monty's hands. Using the "washboard", Clarke ran the fabric up and down, until sure that she had gotten the entire piece. After swishing the shirt around in the water, she pulled it out to examine it.

"Wow, it freaking worked." Monty exclaimed behind her.

It was true, the shirt looked infinitely better than it had before they washed it.

Clarke grinned at Monty. "We did it. We'll have clean clothes again."

Monty shared a grin with her, excited about the future possibilities that this would mean.

"Clean hair."

"Sanitation."

The list went on for a minute before they got back to cleaning the rest of the spare clothes. Clean items were hung up over a dead wire that someone had looped up between two trees for their experiment.

"Since everyone can't just walk around naked and we don't have enough to spare clothes for each person, we'll have to figure out a way for people to wash their personal stuff."

Clarke watched as Monty thought this new dilemma over. She didn't want people walking around half-naked but it took awhile for garments to dry. It would also be dangerous to do that when it was colder out and the risk of hypothermia was greater.

"Well...we have some spare blankets that they could wrap themselves in while their clothes are still damp. The group will just have to stay inside the drop ship to help with the cold and the clothes will have to dry in the daytime or by the fire."

It wasn't a perfect plan but it was the best they had for the time being.

(BELLAMY)

When he found Clarke later, she was laying out several items of wet clothing over several rocks and tree stumps surrounding the fire.

She looked happy about the progress on her project. It pleased him that she was able to find such joy in something as small and simple as soap.

"Hey Princess. I take it we now have clean clothes?"

Clarke turned to him, beaming. "Yes! We won't be able to clean them everyday but it's a start."

Bellamy walked over and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Clarke returned the hold and smiled up at him.

"So does that mean you can't get mad at me anymore when I get you dirty?" he winked at her.

She blushed, and it was a beautiful look on her. Her cheeks tinged with pink against her pale skin and her hair was practically glowing in the firelight.

Clarke truly looked like a royal princess, and he felt unworthy of her love.

He saw Finn watching them, or rather, watching Clarke. Bellamy heard the rumors that Raven had broken up with Spacewalker last night so that meant he was free to pursue Clarke.

Bellamy knew that someone like Finn might be a better choice for Clarke. She was everything pure and good in this world and Finn would love to step in as her knight-in-shinning-armor.

That didn't mean Bellamy would ever let her go.

He might be a monster but he would protect her with his dying breath if that's what it took. Could Spacewalker say the same?

Finn caught Bellamy giving him the death stare and walked off.

"I'm feeling like getting very dirty Princess."

"Is that all you ever think about?"

"Yes." He nodded his head vehemently.

Clarke rolled her eyes and pulled away from him. He was about to protest when she grabbed his hand to pull him towards their tent.

(CLARKE)

It was unusual for her to take the lead in sex but something about Bellamy made her want to be assertive.

Bellamy started pulling off his clothes as soon as he got into the tent while Clarke was content to just watch him strip. The way his muscles rippled across his stomach as he removed the shirt over his head, the way he fiddled with his hair to get it out of the way, and the way his leg muscles bunched up as he kicked off his pants.

Clarke stripped off her clothes, not allowing Bellamy to help or she'd find herself under him before she had her chance to play.

She pushed him down on the bed and Bellamy raised an eyebrow at her. Clarke grinned and crawled up his body until she was straddling his thighs. She trailed a finger over his pecs and circled his nipples, while Bellamy inhaled sharply.

Leaning down, she pressed a kiss over his heart. "Mine."

Bellamy clasped his hands over her hips and jerked her forward, causing Clarke to slide over his erection. Clarke groaned in pleasure as the sensations hit her core.

"Clarke-" Bellamy was panting heavily. "I want you so bad."

"Patience is a virtue."

Clarke rocked back and forth, creating a delicious friction against his shaft. She knew her hips would be bruised tomorrow with the strength that Bellamy was using to hold on to her. He wanted to drive into her, she could tell by how he trembled at each stroke of her body against his, but he was letting her set the pace.

By the time he started to shake with the need of holding back, Clarke was ready for more. Leaning up, she positioned her body to align with his and sat down on his dick with one swift motion.

Bellamy shuddered. "Shit."

She couldn't help but grin at his response. "Patience is always rewarded."

With that, Clarke rolled her hips and Bellamy bucked against her. He must have felt he had been a good boy long enough as he started to thrust up into her, using his hold on her to pull her down on him at the same time.

Clarke bit her lip as she felt her orgasm being pulled from her with every stroke and she closed her eyes. Her head tilted back and moans started falling from her mouth with no care of if she was heard or not.

Bellamy pulled one of his hand off her hip and grasped her hair at the base of her neck. He gave a sharp tug and Clarke's eyes flew open to stare at him in surprise.

"Keep your eyes open Princess. Look at me as you come."

The words were so hot and it was all she could do not to come right then and there. Clarke stared into Bellamy's eyes and it was one of the most intimate experiences of her life. It felt like he could see into her soul and accepted everything that he saw there.

Bellamy seemed to have the same intense feelings as he started to sped up his pace, slamming into her almost as soon as he pulled back. Clarke felt her orgasm burst out of her and she would've sworn she saw fireworks in that moment.

A second later, Clarke heard Bellamy groan her name and climax inside of her.

(BELLAMY)

Clarke was lying on top of him while she caught her breath, her face buried against his chest. Her body was warm against his but he knew that once the sweat cooled they would be cold, so he grabbed the fur with his fingertips and pulled it over them.

The two of them stayed that way for several minutes and he felt her start to fidget. Bellamy knew that she was trying to not think about her mom and that was the point of both the soap and the sex. Not that he was complaining about either, but he knew that it wasn't good for her to keep everything bottled up inside.

"Clarke-," he hesitated, wondering how to approach the subject as gently as possible, "-eventually you need to let it all out."

Bellamy felt her freeze and he worried that maybe he had overstepped. They were still figuring out their relationship at times and he was afraid that Clarke would push him away while she dealt with her grief.

It was subtle at first but then he realized that her body was shaking as she sobbed into his chest. Clarke was trying to hold herself still while she wept and Bellamy felt his heart-break for her.

He held her close to his body and stroked her hair, ignoring her half-hearted attempts at release. Clarke needed this relief and he'd be damned if he let her get in her own way.

Eventually, his Princess calmed and just held him with a fierce desperation.

Bellamy almost jumped when he finally heard her whisper, "She died thinking I hated her."

That's what she thought?

"No baby, she didn't. Your mom knew you loved her despite everything that happened between you two. That's what family means. To always see past the bad and still love each other, even when it's hard to."

Clarke didn't answer for a few minutes and Bellamy thought she finally drifted off.

"Thank you Bellamy."

(MURPHY)

He had his every move today watched on Bellamy's orders.

After convincing Clarke of his supposedly good intentions, he had started to work on Bellamy. The guy was mistrustful and would need more work to earn back his trust. He knew this well because they had been buddies when they first got here; he had been his right-hand man.

Then that fucking little girl killed Wells and he got blamed for it. He may not have been a perfect Ark citizen but he wasn't a murderer.

Until now.

Every day, he thought of slitting that bitch Princess' throat. Or hanging Bellamy by a tree and watching as he slowly suffocated. It was their fault for what happened to him. For what he had suffered through.

Now that he was back in camp, he was going to make sure they paid.

He would have his revenge.