You guys told me to make the chapters longer, so I give you, a long chapter! (ish) Anyways enjoy! This story will get more eventful I promise! Thank you so much for the reviews here and the messages I get on tumblr! If you have any suggestions or ideas for this fic, let me know!

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When Bellamy carried Clarke into his tent, out of the rain, she felt much warmer already. He set her down on a make shift chair and started to take off his soaking shirt.

"Hey! Warn me next time!" She said averting her eyes.

"Well then," Bellamy said facing her waiting for her to look. "The princess is pure after all."

"Hey I am not!" She said as she leaned back in the chair and crossing her arms. Trying not to take her eyes away from his face, but was tempted to look down at his bare skin.

"Fine then, take of those freezing wet clothes. If we are sharing a bed, I'm sure as hell not going to share it when you have a cold." He said in a challenging way.

Clarke looked at him for a few more moments before taking off her jacket. She stood up to pull her shirt up but before she did, she gave him a look to turn around. Bellamy smiled and turned around and began to take off his shoes.

In a matter of minutes, Clarke was undressed and under the covers of the bed. Bellamy didn't just have a bigger tent, he had a better bed as well. It was lined with rabbit fur making the bed softer and more comfortable. After Bellamy got undressed, only his underwear left on, he started to hang up his and Clarke's clothes.

Clarke, in only her underwear too, pulled the covers over her chest. The sun was setting and the temperature was starting to drop. Bellamy started to feel the cold and quickly walked over to the bed and went under the covers.

Bellamy could feel Clarke shaking from the cold. "You're shivering Clarke.. Is this how you sleep every night?"

"Uh yeah.. you get used to falling asleep cold.. it's not so bad after a while. I'm good." She said as she pulled the covers up to her neck. She always fell asleep cold, but never got used to it. She hated sleeping because of it and always was happy to stay up a night or two working. She didn't want Bellamy seeing her weak.

However, Bellamy saw right through her.

"Clarke. You shouldn't have to sleep like that. You deserve to be warm." And with that he moved closer to her and put his hands behind his head. She felt the heat radiating off his body, but knew she would be warmer being right next to him. She tried not to but finally thought 'screw it.' and turned herself around and pressed her whole body against him and placed her head on his shoulder.

Clarke felt heat spread through her body as he wrapped his arms around her. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat when he did.

"I guess one of the perks of getting married is that you never have to fall asleep cold ever again." Bellamy mused. She laughed and wrapped her arm around his chest and nuzzled her face into his neck. Enjoying the long awaited warmth. For the first time in forever, she felt safe, protected, and cared for.

"I will never let you fall asleep cold ever again Clarke." Bellamy whispered. Clarke quickly kissed the side of his neck as a silent 'thank you' and started drifting off to sleep. She thought he said something else but she was too tired to think. They both fell asleep in each others arms and finally slept comfortably for the first time in a very long time.

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Clarke awoke to a low light filled tent and faint sounds of the early morning working. She usually was one of the early risers because of the cold. However, today she was going one of the late risers if she went back to sleep. Usually Bellamy was the last one awake.

When she tried sitting up, she felt a pair of arms tighten around her. She lifted herself up slightly turned and saw Bellamy fast asleep.

She noticed when he was asleep, he looked so gentle. He looked so at peace with his eyebrows relaxed, and his mouth slightly open. She started to think about the perks of them actually being married, an always warm bed, the somewhat less rude side of Bellamy, and to add on seeing the rebel leader so at peace. Before she realized she was staring, he opened his eyes slightly to look at her. His groan knocked her out of her daydream.

He closed his eyes again and groaned, "You can either go back to sleep or leave."

He may look sweet when he woke up, but obviously he was not a morning person. Bellamy then took a hand off of Clarke's hip and ran it through his dark curly locks. Clarke was envious. She never looked so good in the morning. Most of the time she look like she died and came back to life. And here he was looking like a god first thing in the morning. She didn't move for a few more minutes which made Bellamy even more annoyed.

"I swear princess. Come here, or get out. Choose now." he said with his eyes still closed.

She had to make a decision, and now. Should she leave and start working in the cold, or should she stay in a warm bed with a beautiful yet pissy Bellamy? Her choice was obvious.

"Fine, grumpy pants." she said as she laid back down and snuggled closer to him. His arms were immediately around her again and started tracing designs on her bare back and playing with her hair.

"Good choice." he mumbled, his tone of voice slightly happier. They laid there just enjoying the company and warmth of one another.

After what seemed like forever he finally asked, "What time is it?"

"Well the sun is already up, which means we need to get up." she said and leaned up, turning to him again. She stared into his was brown eyes then moved her eyes down to his lips. She thought about kissing him for a split second. Her face started to lean in to his. But her brain finally kicked in. This marriage is being forced because they are leaders. If she let herself fall for him she would be blinded by that and not at the task at hand, surviving and ruling. Before she could pull away, somebody walked into the tent.

"Bellamy! Clarke's missing we can't find her any-" It was Octavia. And what she saw was both Clarke and her brother shirtless, in bed, their faces inches apart, and their eyes wide like they were just caught red handed. Her face turned into a huge grin as she started to back out of the tent.

"Octavia… it's not what it looks like… don't you even dare." Bellamy warned her.

She ignored her brother and skipped out of the tent. Clarke heard her voice outside the tent. "Found her! She's fine guys just a little busy at the moment!"

Clarke sighed and dropped her forehead on his chest. Bellamy chucked and finally sat up.

"So much for a peaceful morning." he said as he got out of bed and started putting on his clothes. "Get up Clarke. Time to get to work."

Clarke flopped back down and pulled the blanket up over her head and groaned.

"Look who's the late riser now. It's alright, I'll start making sure everything is going smoothly." he said before putting on his jacket. "Just don't lay in bed all day, even princesses don't have that luxury." he winked and gave his signature smirk then left.

(added on because it wasn't there in the first place) Clarke wanted to lay in his bed forever. It was so soft and warm. But the warmth slowly disappeared with the loss of him. She finally forced herself to get out of bed. She quickly got dressed and left his tent. She started to walk to the med tent, wondering if she was suppose to go back that night or not.

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