A/N: Hey y'all! I'm about to board my plane back to the States from Spain. Not to mention, I'm feeling pretty good about life right now; so, I'm adding two chapters. Let me know what you all think! I could use some feedback! I'm still sticking with posting a new chapter every Sunday. The drama will start happening in the next few chapters! Enjoy! :)

Seven Weeks Later

The sun had just set, and the fire lit up its surrounding areas. The grounders hadn't been a bother for almost a week and a half. There was actual peace. They were surviving; they were prospering. They deserved a break. They deserved to celebrate, and celebrating meant that Monty and Jasper had made their infamous moonshine.

Bellamy watched as the rest of the delinquents gathered around the fire drinking and socializing. He looked at Clarke. She leaned against the dropship smiling as she watched her people celebrate. She wasn't sure how long the peace would last, but it was finally here. They deserved to enjoy it while it was there.

Bellamy walked towards Clarke's silhouette. She could feel the presence of someone behind her. Chills ran down her spine, and she heard the familiarity of his voice hovering closely over her neck. She inhaled sharply the moment his hands made contact with her lower back.

"Let's go," Bellamy said in a low voice before disappearing behind the dropship.

Clarke smiled and pressed her front teeth into her bottom lip. She slowly backed away from the delinquents' sights. She turned and quickly followed Bellamy through the secret tunnels behind the drop ship. The pair slipped away unnoticed.

They walked quickly through the woods, and Clarke could feel her heart beating more swiftly as they grew closer to their place. The tension between Bellamy and Clarke had been building up quicker than they were building up their own camp.

Each day, they watched each other from across the camp without the other noticing. During their camp meetings with the others, Clarke would do the things that only he would pick up on. She took pride in knowing that it drove him crazy. Every day, they wanted each other more than the previous.

That afternoon in the bunker was only a one time thing, but a week later Clarke found herself in his tent. She needed to check his injury, but Bellamy used his own way to prove to her that his shoulder was healed.

The night after that she vowed it would be the last time. Somehow, the last time quickly became the fourth and the fifth night.

By now, it was as if it were a routine. Almost every night, they found themselves at each other's tents or by their secret exit behind the dropship.

She mentally scolded herself for going back to him, but Clarke couldn't stay away. He was like this drug, and she couldn't get enough. There was something about him that she couldn't escape. It was different than what she had with Finn. Passion, she thought, but she quickly rid her thoughts of that. It was simply sex.

Regardless of what was between Bellamy and Clarke, they were addicted. It didn't help that he would tease her throughout the day, and it took everything in her not to drag him out to their place every time he did. Clarke wanted him badly, but she didn't just want Bellamy. She needed him.

At first, he tried to tell himself no, or that sleeping with her went against everything he ever stood for. She was the privileged princess of the Ark. She never had to live in constant fear for both his mother's and his sister's lives. She didn't have to share what little rations she had with an illegal sister. She had everything at the tip of her fingers. He refused to go back to her, but there was just something different about her that left him wanting more.

Every night, he found himself in the Art Supply Store sweating and out of breath as he lay beside her. He didn't know what it was about her that was so addictive. Maybe it was just everything about her, but regardless of what it was, he kept coming back for more.

She started playing these games with him. He knew they were intentional. He knew she watched his reaction. The way she looked at him or the way she whispered things around others that only he could hear—it drove Bellamy insane.

They were like a drug to each other. They didn't know how it happened, but before they both realized it, they were addicted to each other.

The woods were silent except the sound of their feet meeting the fallen twigs and leaves. Bellamy shoved the leaves away from the entrance and held the door open as Clarke climbed down. The door slammed and Bellamy pulled his shirt over his head. Clarke turned around just as he tossed his shirt to the floor.

He searched in the dark for her, and quickly found her as if they were pulled together like a magnet to a refrigerator. He placed his hand around her back and pulled her closer. His hands fell to her waist. Bellamy pulled her closer into him and crashed his lips onto hers. He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck.

"You know, eventually, they're going to noticed that we've been sneaking out every night," Clarke said as Bellamy started to kiss her neck. They delinquents weren't dumb, and eventually one of them was bound to notice Bellamy and Clarke's nightly disappearances. "They're gonna start asking questions, and—,"

"Who do you think they are? Our parents? The guard? They don't have know what we're doing out here," Bellamy said interrupting her.

"Do you think they're alright?" Clarke asked in between Bellamy's kissing her. Bellamy sighed in frustration. Q

"They can survive without us for a little bit," Bellamy said slightly annoyed. "Just, stop talking," Bellamy said as he stepped back, "and take your clothes off, now."

"Do you always have to be so demanding, Blake?" Clarke asked smiling as she bit her bottom lip once more.

He walked over to the counter and lit the candles just has he had done the night before. He walked back over to the small bed and sat. He leaned back and propped himself up with his arms. His eyes looked up at Clarke standing in front of him. She slowly pulled her shirt over head.

"Do you have to tease me like you've been doing all day? You can't keep doing that to me, Princess. You know it drives me insane."

"Only if you stop calling me princess." Clarke tossed her shorts to the side.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down on top of him. She pushed his tattered, worn guard jacket off his shoulders. His hands left her body long enough to let his jacket fall off his arms and onto the ground. Her hands pulled around the hem of his shirt up. He pulled her tank top over her head and watched as her blonde locks fell back down on her shoulders. Bellamy lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his torso. He slowly walked as she continued to kiss him. Their clothes were strewn across the bunker.

"I'm never going to stop calling you princess, Princess," Bellamy said.