Bellamy is definitely not afraid to go sledding and Clarke is definitely not enjoying having her arms around him.
"This is a terrible idea." Bellamy grumbles, peering down the snow covered hill dubiously.
"It's fine. People need to unwind a little. You need to unwind a little." Clarke tells him, watching Jasper and Monty go zooming past on their homemade toboggan. The air is full of whoops and joyful screams, and it's the happiest sound she's heard since they made it to the ground. She glances over at Bellamy, his shoulder stiff. "Unless you're scared?" His head snaps around to glare at her.
"I'm not scared." He mutters. She just raises her eyebrows.
"Prove it." Clarke holds out the sled that Raven helped her make. It's big enough for two. He frowns at her, and it's hard not to notice the way snowflakes keep getting caught in his long eyelashes. She resists the urge to brush the snow from his hair. Finally, he grabs the sled from her, the look on his face like a man walking to the gallows. She swallows her laugh.
"Fine. But I'm going in the front. I don't trust your driving." She shrugs, and watches him set it down on the snow. Another fully loaded toboggan goes by, this one carrying Raven, Octavia and Wick. Bellamy stares after them, a mixture of incredulity and mistrust on his face. He glances back at her before folding himself into the sled. He pats the space behind him. "Hop on, princess." She does so gladly, winding her arms tightly around him. He smells like home, and she presses her face into his back. She wiggles a little, using the momentum of her body to get them going, and Bellamy lets out a surprised noise when the sled starts to move.
They pick up speed, and Clarke tightens her grip, not wanting to fall off and drag her face through the snow. She lets out an exhilarated laugh, and they're flying down the hill now. Bellamy has yet to make a sound, and she bunches the fabric of his jacket in her fists. After a few minutes, the hill levels off, and they slow to a stop. Clarke lets go of him, rolling off the sled and onto her stomach. She can't remember the last time she had so much fun. Bellamy stands up, brushing the snow off his pants, his expression unreadable.
"So?" She prompts. For a moment, he's silent. Then his face cracks into a wide grin.
"Want to go again?" He asks. Clarke jumps to her feet, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek.
"Absolutely. But you're carrying that back up." She informs him, already starting the climb back up the mountain. She can hear him chuckling behind her, and suddenly there's an arm around her legs, sending her sprawling into the snow. She rolls over to find Bellamy pinning her to the ground. He kisses her, slow and smoldering, and just as she reaches out to tangle her fingers in that unruly hair, he pulls away.
Breathless, she watches him walk away, admiring his ass as he makes his way up the slope. Never one to turn down a challenge, Clarke bolts after him, tackling him and sending them both flying into the powder. She straddles him, and leans down to finish what he started. Her lips crush onto his, fingers finally tangling in that messy black hair. He moans her name, and tries to sit up, to take control. Instead, Clarke pushes back to her feet with a laugh , taking off running up the path they carved with their sled.
The game continues, and by the time they make it back to the top of the hill, they're both soaking wet and the sun is beginning to set. As they make their way back to camp, arms intertwined and grinning like idiots, Clarke leans in to whisper in his ear.
"See?" She asks, lips brushing his ear. He shivers. "I told you you needed to unwind."