"Clarke!"

Bellamy was near out of breath when he finally caught up with her and he couldn't tell if he was getting out of shape or Clarke was getting more fit them him. Either way, he wasn't happy. As he paused beside her near the river, he couldn't help but place his hands on his knees and gasp in the cool night air.

"God, Clarke. You couldn't slow down a little?"

She rolled her eyes. "I was kinda hoping you'd take the hint and, I don't know, stop chasing me."

He lifted his head to shoot her a dirty look. "Fat chance of that."

"Alright, so you caught me. What do you want?"

"To talk,"

"Oh because that went so well at dinner-"

"If you'd just stop interrupting me-"

"Where do you even get off talking to me like that and then chasing after me like some lunatic-"

"CLARKE!" Bellamy snapped, not even bothering to lower his volume in the potentially dark and dangerous forest. "Will you shut the hell up for five seconds?"

Even in the darkness he could see the flush of anger explode in her cheeks and the barely contained rage simmering in her eyes. Oh yes, she was pissed as hell but at least she had stopped talking. Clarke let out a huff of air and crossed her arms over her chest then raised an expectant eyebrow.

"I'm sorry about dinner okay? I was an idiot, I…I shouldn't have presumed…" He fell silent for a second, his brow furrowed in thought. Then, with clarity, he looked at her with determined eyes. "You know what, I don't take it back. You could care less about David."

The red in Clarke's cheeks darkened further. "You're a complete ass Bellamy Blake. You have no idea how I feel or who I feel for!"

"Oh yea?" Bellamy took a dangerously close step into her private space, their faces so close their breathes blew onto each other's faces. "I think I have a pretty good guess. You want me, just like I want you Princess."

"Oh yea?" Clarke mimicked, and didn't back down from him even an inch. "What makes you so sure?"

"We were heading somewhere Clarke. But before we got there Kane had to go and drop the daddy bomb on me. And I-I screwed up, okay? I admit it, I screwed up. But I'm here now, trying to make it right."

"By yelling at me like a caveman?"

"You're not the easiest person to talk to if you haven't noticed."

"If you insult me one more time-"

Her threat died on her lips just as Bellamy's pressed lips pressed against them. Their emotions leaked into their actions, making the kiss rough, full of teeth and animalistic moans. Clarke's nails dragged along the exposed skin of Bellamy's neck, not enough to draw blood but he hissed at the pressure and the redness that was sure to follow.

Bellamy dipped low and roughly grabbed her hips, pushing her back till they both smashed against the trunk of a nearby tree. Clarke gasped at the contact but then was back at it, placing hot open mouthed kisses to the skin where her nails had just done their dirty work. Now there would be both teeth and scratch marks, showing the whole camp just exactly who Bellamy was with.

"Clarke," Bellamy sighed, kissing her temple, then her forehead, till he was back at her mouth. "Slow down," He whispered as he pulled away.

She smirked in response. "Haven't you slowed us down enough?"

Bellamy couldn't help but chuckle. "You think you're so cute don't you?"

"I know you do,"

Then there was more kissing. A lot more kissing.

People saw the marks. Bellamy couldn't hide them even if he wanted. He never wore a scarf a day in his life so to have done that would have been even worse. Not to mention hot and uncomfortable.

So he wore proof of Clarke's lips and nails proudly, daring anyone to question him on it.

Octavia had just smirked, Monty and Jasper snickered, but even Murphy was even smart enough to not make a comment. He looked smug as hell though. His looked mirrored the one Raven gave him and she even had to gall to tap one particular large hickey with her finger.

Those he could all deal with. Because at the end of the day, they all still respected him and where more than happy he and Clarke had finally given into each other.

What he could not deal with, though, was his newly gained father.

Kane's eyes widened near comically, a little too comically, and whatever he was trying to say to Bellamy got stuck in his throat the moment he saw his son's neck. It was if the man had never seen a hickey in his life. "I-ah, I…Bellamy," He coughed loudly. "Um, maybe-maybe we should talk,"

"No, we definitely do not need to talk," Bellamy asserted. Thank God Kane hadn't been around in the early days on the 100 coming to Earth. He probably would have had a heart attack seeing all the girls that had left his tent.

"I know we're still trying to figure you and me out but if you need any…uh, if you need to talk to anyone about these kinds of things,"

Bellamy promptly turned on his heel and toward the door. "I'm good!" He called over his shoulder.

"I'm not doing this family dinner crap anymore," Octavia growled under her breath.

"And yet here we are, walking right to one," Clarke snarked.

"Isn't is going to be weird," Octavia began, her mouth curving into a smirk and evil glint entering her eyes, "If Kane and Abbey got hitched? That would make you and Bell step-siblings."

Both Bellamy and Clarke had knocked her on the back of the head.

"Your mother hates me," Bellamy near whined, flopping down onto the bed in his tent. Clarke, already perched at the head of it and snuggled comfortably into the pillow, let out a small chuckle as she made space and obliging began to massage Bellamy's dark tresses.

"Well your father loves me if it makes you feel better."

Bellamy groaned. "It doesn't. I mean, don't you think me being her boyfriend's son and her daughter's boyfriend should cut me some slack?"

"Okay, one, never describe yourself in that way again. Ever. And two, I think you could single handledy solve every problem in this camp, including indoor plumbing, and she still wouldn't like you. Comes with the territory's of being her only child's significant other."

Bellamy raised his head. "Significant other eh?"

He loved it when Clarke blushed. He loved it even more when she tried to distract him with kisses.

"So who do you think is going to get hitched first?"

He wasn't eavesdropping. He was most definitely not eavesdropping. It wasn't his fault Clarke and Raven decided to have a conversation, right in front of his tent mind you, and not bother to whisper at all.

"What do you mean?" Clarke asked with confusion.

"You and Bellamy or Kane and Abbey?"

Bellamy fell off his bed with a jolt just as Clarke marched away in a huff, Raven choking on her laughter and asking if she could be the Maid Of Honor at both of them.

"It's not so bad,"

Bellamy glanced to his side, watching Octavia take a seat beside him. "What do you mean?"

She nodded off to where he had been starring, Clarke riveting Kane and Abbey with some story of the ground before they had come to it. Lincoln sat with them as well, not as amused but chuckling every now and then. He wasn't sure which one it was but they were all smiling and laughing, so it had to be one of the very few good memories they had of those dark days.

"Kane. Clarke and Abbey. Lincoln. Us. It's…it's not so bad."

A family was the word she was struggling to use. It wasn't as if she never had one, back on the days of the Arc all Octavia had was her family. Literally. But that had all shattered the day their mother had been floated and then they had been dropped down to Earth. But Bellamy had understood. Yes, they had a family once but so much had happened since then, so much loss and pain, that it seemed impossible to ever regain. And yet here they were.

"No," Bellamy agreed, wrapping a arm around her shoulders. "It's not."

"Bellamy?"

It was too dark to see her, but their bodies were pressed so intimately together Bellamy didn't need to. He made his grip around her back firmer, and nuzzled deeper into the crook of her neck, breathing in her beautiful fragrance. "Yes Princess?"

"You're not asleep."

"Neither are you."

"I couldn't fall asleep because you weren't."

"Well I was waiting for you to nod off."

Clarke laughed into the top of his head. "Of all the things we've argued about, this definitely takes the cake."

He pressed a kiss to her skin. "Stubborn to the very end."

"I just wanted to say…." She hesitated a moment, and Bellamy suddenly felt nervous at the abrupt serious note to enter her tone. It couldn't be that bad though…right? She was still in his arms afterall.

"I'm happy."

Bellamy blew out a sigh of relief.

Clarke kissed his hair and let out a content sigh. "I'm just really happy."

"Me too Princess. Me too."