Author's Note: I seriously love writing this story. It started out as something that I wanted to try and was afraid that I wouldn't be that good or liked (there are some seriously good writers here), but you readers have been freaking amazing to me! I try to show my love back by responding to as many reviews that I can as well as putting out chapters fast. Oh, and I'm sorry for anyone that I didn't get a chance to reply to yesterday! I was working hard on this chapter!

(BELLAMY)

It burned him to think of Clarke and Finn alone together. He had watched her the entire way while she had walked to Finn's tent. He knew that Raven was still outside with the rest when she did so he moved closer to the tent. Whether it was because he couldn't help himself or to be close at hand if Raven tried anything when she realized the two were alone, he didn't know.

Thankfully, Clarke was only in there for a few moments before Raven arrived. It was almost as if she had a sixth sense when her boyfriend was up to no good. Bellamy smirked; glad someone else was keeping an eye on those two.

When Clarke steeped out, he saw her zero in on him and then narrow her eyes at how close he was to the tent. He knew that she realized he had purposefully moved at this spot but he just shrugged.

She turned to go, looking more than a little pissed at him. He followed.

"Hey Princess" he made himself sound relaxed, despite the inferno of jealousy raging in him.

She glanced his way but didn't say anything.

He lowered his voice to a whisper, "Clarke, it's not that I don't trust you. I do. It's HIM that I don't trust. He looks at you as if he'd give anything to have you. Despite his girlfriend."

If Bellamy didn't need to keep their relationship a secret from the Hundred, he would've made it clear to the guy that Clarke was off-limits and to stop with the doe-eyes when he looked at her. He might just do it anyways.

"That's him Bellamy, not me." She kept walking back to her tent.

"I know that. It's just driving me crazy that he looks at you like that." Bellamy couldn't stop the anguish that slipped into his voice.

At that she finally stopped. Clarke had a conflicted look on her face and her gaze swept the area. Seeing that they were away from the crowd, she pulled him behind a tent and kissed him. It was a quick kiss, over before it really even had a chance to get started.

But it was enough to ease some of the pressure on his heart.

He laid his forehead against hers, enjoying this stolen minute. All too soon, she pulled away and whispered a goodnight. She went inside her tent, without him, and he made his way to his. All the while wishing things could be different.

(CLARKE)

Clarke woke with a groan, a beam of sunlight shined through a crack in the tent right onto her face. She had had trouble sleeping the night before but it wasn't nightmares keeping her up this time. It was thoughts of Bellamy. It was of his penetrating brown eyes, disheveled hair and tanned toned body. The way his calloused hands stroked her skin, the way his lips moved against hers, and the way he had been so gentle yet demanding when they had made love in the forest.

Realizing that she was alone in the tent and that the others were already up, she hurried up to get up and outside. She grabbed her rations and ate them quickly as there were several patients already waiting for her when she arrived at the drop ship.

Most were just minor scrapes from reinforcing the wall but she did have to reset a dislocated shoulder on a young boy. He was a good patient and held still while she worked. He never even cried out though she knew it had to hurt. She had the boy fixed up as quickly and painlessly as she could then sent him on his way.

Octavia came by mid-day to assist and learn from Clarke. Bellamy had apparently decided that they needed a handful of people skilled in first aid so that the burden didn't rest solely on Clarke. Octavia didn't wait long before going into attack mode.

"So Clarke…did you have fun on your trip with my brother?"

Immediately, images of a naked Bellamy danced around her head and she had to duck her head to hide the blush. Oh, she had had fun with him alright.

"Uh…umm…it was interesting. Very eventful."

"So I heard." Octavia smirked and Clarke wondered if Bellamy had spilled their secret to his sister.

"Oh?"

"The entire camp is talking about it in fact."

Clarke stilled a moment, fear running rampant as the thought of Bellamy finding out that everyone knew about them. Then she realized that Octavia was sneakier than she gave her credit for. Bellamy wouldn't say anything and she hadn't so his sister was just fishing for information.

"Well, we did find those guns and Dex trying to kill us is pretty exciting news around here."

Clarke watched Octavia frown and she bit her lip to contain her chuckle. It was highly entertaining to watch the pout that Octavia had going on when she realized that Clarke wasn't going to fall for her trap.

The day went by much the same so she was feeling exhausted by the time it was dark and work was called to a halt. She had prepared several bandages out of clothing that was beyond repair and rinsed any that had already been used. There were a few containers of distilled alcohol to use for sterilizing as well as several tools that she found useful. Octavia was a quick learner and would be a great help, especially when she needed an extra set of hands.

When she came out finally and took a quick look around, she was disappointed to realize that Bellamy wasn't anywhere in sight. She hadn't seen him all day and she had missed him. She even missed trading barbs with him.

Clarke decided that it wouldn't look suspicious if she needed to talk to him so she went to his tent. She did a quick check to ensure no one was watching her then ducked in. For a moment she was almost worried that she walk in on him and one of his harem but then she chided herself for thinking like that. Octavia had told her just before they left that he hadn't been with anyone for a while and his sister would know with the crap she gave him about it. Plus he had seemed serious about the two of them being together, even if had to be done in secret.

She sat down on the bed to wait for him.

(BELLAMY)

It was killing him that he didn't get to see Clarke today. Between training several trusted members on how to shoot the newfound rifles and keeping everyone focused on their tasks, he hadn't a spare moment to go to her.

Bellamy finally thought he would get a chance after he did a perimeter check but by the time he returned, she wasn't in the drop ship. She wasn't in her tent. No one had seen her go outside the gates. He almost thought about checking Finn's tent when he found his sister lingering outside, near the fire, looking lost in thought.

"Hey Octavia…where's Clarke? I need to talk to her." He assumed a casual stance, shoving his hands in his pockets to project a sense of disinterest.

"I don't know. She probably went to her tent after we were done for the day. She was looking pretty worn out."

"She not there, I already checked." He was getting worried that she had slipped out to the graves again without an escort.

"Relax Bells. I'm sure she's fine." She paused and seemed to consider her next words carefully, "Did you check with Finn?"

Bellamy clenched his fists at the thought. He didn't like the Spacewalker anywhere near Clarke.

"I hadn't yet but I'm going to."

"Well, it's either that or she sneaked into your tent when no one was looking." Octavia had the most evil grin on her face as if she knew something that she wasn't supposed to.

He gave her an icy glare at the suggestion but hope sprang up in him that maybe that's exactly where his Brave Princess was.

Octavia just shrugged off his glare and walked off, back to her tent.

Deciding to see if by some strange chance his sister was right for a change, Bellamy slipped into his own tent. He smiled at the beautiful sight that greeted him.

Clarke was fast asleep in his bed.

She must have been really tired as she was still fully dressed. She obviously wasn't there to seduce him, though the sight of her alone was enough to do that.

He knew it was dangerous to have her here in his tent but he lived for risk. If they were found, he'd handle it. Those in the camp were intimidated, if not downright scared of him, so he'd get them to keep their mouth shut.

He stripped off all his clothes except his boxes and curled up behind Clarke on the bed, pulling up the animal fur he used as a blanket over both their bodies. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her snug against his chest.

He kissed the bite mark on her neck and whispered, "Mine."

So I know there are women that think possessive equals abusive but it doesn't! I'm possessive of my husband and he is of me but we also respect and trust each other. THAT is the type of relationship that I see with Clarke and Bellamy. They know where the line is and wouldn't cross it. I hope that this type of behavior doesn't put anyone off of my story and can understand how I see them through my eyes. As always, I look forward to your reviews! They brighten my day and I love hearing what you guys enjoyed about the chapter or what you suspect I might be brewing up in my head! Love ya all!