Author's Note: I thought briefly about being evil and making the kiss part of a hallucination but I couldn't do that to my wonderful fans! I was feeling in such a good mood that I wrote what I think (pray) is an awesome scene between the two of them.

Warning: This chapter contains a sex scene. If you are not comfortable with this, please stop reading after Bellamy's first POV. You have been warned!

(CLARKE)

Her pillow was oddly warm beneath her cheek when she awoke. It took Clarke a moment to realize that it was moving slightly up and down as well. These odd circumstances were enough to cause her some alarm and raise her head to check her surroundings.

She smiled to herself when saw that she was curled up to Bellamy. Her head had been resting on his chest with one of her hands laced with his, laying above where his heart was. It was almost symbolic. Their legs were entangled together and he had one of his arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him.

Looking down at Bellamy, she thought he looked truly peaceful for the first time since they landed.

Clarke slowly slipped out of his hold as to not wake him; he had had a difficult night and could use the rest. Just as she managed to extract herself, Bellamy turned in his sleep, his hand reaching out to where she had been. It was as if to reach for her before his hand fell to the side.

For the first time in days, she felt the need to draw as she watched him sleeping. She knew that not a lot of people got to see this vulnerable side of Bellamy and she wanted to capture it to look back on when he was being a pain in her ass.

His dark curly hair was matted against his forehead and his freckles stood out against the pale morning light. He looked so beautiful in his innocence yet still so desirable. It was the contradiction that was Bellamy.

She searched around in her for the sketchpad and pencil that she had packed at the last minute then spent the next few minutes capturing Bellamy's sleeping form.

She wanted to record him as he was in this second; afraid of what was next for them when they returned back to back. They hadn't spoken last night after they buried Dex's body. They didn't talk about what he said to her in a moment of weakness or the fact that they had kissed.

But when they rested for the night, Bellamy had pulled her close and kissed her forehead ever so gently, and she felt at peace.

(BELLAMY)

Bellamy had the worst headache and he winced when he touched his face. The events of the night came rushing back and he quickly sat up, looking around for Clarke.

He spotted her a few feet away, scribbling away in some notebook. He watched her until she lifted her eyes, looking right at him. She blushed and he wondered what he had caught her at that had caused such a reaction.

Bellamy grinned at her and moved to grab the pad from her but she shoved it into her bag before he could take it.

"Don't worry Princess, I'll just get it from you later" he chuckled when she threw him a glare.

She rolled her eyes and threw the meat that she must've saved for him. He caught it in the air and took a big bite.

"Thanks Clarke. I was hungry. How kind of you to feed me."

"Shut up Bellamy. We need to get moving already."

Bellamy enjoyed watching her as she looked everywhere but at him. Apparently someone was feeling awkward the next day.

They were running later than they had anticipated and knew they needed to get back to camp so they started to make their way back. He didn't want Octavia to worry about him.

Bellamy grabbed Clarke's hand and laced his fingers through hers. She peered out of the corner of her eyes at him but didn't say a word nor did she remove her hand.

"Stop worrying Princess."

"What? I didn't say anything."

He chuckled. "Didn't need to. It's written all over your face."

"Dex tried to kill you Bellamy. Of course I'm worried. We need to talk to Jaha and get you pardoned. Maybe then you'll be safe."

Bellamy stopped, stunned at how determined Clarke was to save him. He never had someone want to protect him before. He was always the protector.

Clarke stopped and gave him a quizzical look, probably wondering why he stopped. He couldn't stop himself from what he did next, the urge was too strong.

(CLARKE)

She was still feeling embarrassed and off-kilter from when Bellamy had caught her sketching him. Clarke prayed he'd forget about it and not keep his promise of finding it later.

They were talking about Jaha and the attempt on his life when suddenly he stopped, his hand in hers forcing her to stop as well. The next thing she knew, he had his hand wrapped in her hair and he was kissing her like a man driven.

It was a bruising kiss, one filled with such passion that she felt overwhelmed. Bellamy took her lips over and over again, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth. Teasing her. Taunting her. They simultaneously let go of their packs which fell limply from their shoulders to the ground. He used the distraction to push Clarke against the back of the closest tree.

She felt the bark bite into her back but she didn't care. She felt too good. Bellamy was running his free hand up her side, settling on her hip. He slowly pushed up the edge of her shirt to touch her bare skin and she shivered with the sensation. She could've stopped him at any time but she saw no reason to, not when he was giving her everything she wanted.

All the while, he was gently nibbling on her lip and moving down to her neck. He gave a sensual lick over her pulse point and she panted with need.

She moaned, "Bellamy..."

He pulled back and looked down at her, desire filling his face. She licked her lips and his eyes tracked the motion.

"Yes, Princess? Did you want something?" he replied back at her huskily, giving her his trademark smirk.

His body was nudged in-between her legs and she could feel his erection against her stomach. She knew he wanted her but that he was holding back. He wanted her to surrender to him but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She was stronger than that so refused to answer him, just held his gaze.

That is until he aligned himself with her center and started to slowly grind against her. She wrapped a leg around his to pull him closer and felt the pleasure pool between her legs. Clarke knew she needed release that only he could give her.

"Come on Clarke, use those fancy words of yours and tell me what you want." he stilled and she almost cried out in despair. She bit her tongue to stop herself and he continued, "Unless you don't want this. Then we'll stop here and now."

(BELLAMY)

He held his breath as he waited for her response. Bellamy might just die if she wanted to stop but he would. He would never force anything on her. He wanted her to give into him willingly.

"Bellamy…,"she paused and he thought it was over, but then she said the words that made his day, "Please fuck me."

He grinned. She was giving herself to him in the most intimate way possible.

"Whatever you want Princess, whatever you want."

He moved his hand on her hip to the edge of her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders then proceeded to remove her shirt. No sooner had he removed her shirt then she was attacking his, pushing it up and over his head. He moved his hand to her back, stroking her skin as he went and unsnapped her bra. Clarke yanked it off and threw it to the ground where the rest of their clothes were piling up.

Bellamy reached down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He licked and sucked lightly on it, his teeth gently grazing it. Clarke ran her fingers through his hair and tugged him back after a minute.

"Enough games Bellamy."

"So impatient" he tsked at her, enjoying her eagerness.

With that, he reached down and unbuttoned her pants. Clarke helped him push them down to her feet and kicked them off. Bellamy ran a finger along the edge of her panties before slipping his finger underneath. She inhaled sharply when he reached her moist center and started to tease her, gently moving his fingertip back and forth.

"I'm serious Bellamy. Stop fucking teasing me."

"I love it when you get angry Clarke. So go right on ahead and keep yelling at me. It just makes me all that much harder for you."

He laughed when she threw a few more cuss words at him then kissed her hard. He had never so much fun as he did with Clarke.

(CLARKE)

She was tired of waiting; she ached for him inside of her. Deciding that, she went about taking control back from him.

Clarke reached down between their bodies and started to unbuttoned his pants. Before he could stop her, she shoved them and his boxers, down his legs. She grabbed ahold of his length and he shuddered when she started to stroke him.

"Little minx. That's not playing fair at all." he groaned.

Clarke laughed at him. "All's fair in love and war babe."

Bellamy apparently decided that playtime was over as he yanked off her underwear, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding him to her as he held her against the tree.

He rubbed himself along her slit before slowly pushing inside. It was like heaven. Bellamy stilled when he was completely in and looked at her, holding her with his eyes. He had such an intense fierce look that she couldn't decipher but it made her heart beat faster. Bellamy slowly started to move in and out, never once taking his eyes from hers.

Neither looked away and time stood still as he started to move in time with her. After several minutes of this intense connection between them, she felt her body start to quiver. Her inner muscles clamped down on him and she faintly heard Bellamy groan with lust.

"You're killing me here Clarke" he whispered in her ear.

She couldn't answer him as she was lost in the sense of impending explosion. Her back arched and she dug her nails into Bellamy's back as she came around him. She was just starting to come down from her peak when he started to buck harder into her, causing to come again in surprise. Bellamy gave one final push and he buried his head into her neck. He bit down on her shoulder where it met her neck and gave a hard suck on her skin.

They didn't move for several minutes until she felt Bellamy's body shaking slightly with the strain of holding them both up. She lowered her legs to the ground and leaned back against the tree.

She thought she should be embarrassed about their state of undress but she didn't. She felt comfortable with him like this. She glanced up at his face to ensure herself that he wasn't regretting what happened.

He was already looking down at her with a tender expression and she smiled.

(BELLAMY)

He loved her smile, especially knowing that he was the cause of it. He glanced over at the hickey forming on her shoulder and he knew she'd be pissed about that later. But for now, he enjoyed seeing a mark of himself on her. It would warn off other males in camp when they saw it. No one messed with what was Bellamy's.

He recognized that it was very caveman of him to think so but then he figured they were even as he was also glad for her scratch marks on his back to mark him in return.

She was his and he was hers.

Please be gentle my friends when reviewing this! Remember that this is my first fanfic as well as my first sex scene to ever write so I hope I did okay. I wrote more than I usually did but I wanted to give this my best shot. Now, I'll just sit here and bite my nails while I wait for the reviews to come in….