Disclaimer: Same as always, don't own the 100
The temperatures had reached their peak low that night. The leaves had been falling from the trees all week, and the area surrounding Camp Jaha was quickly morphing from greens and yellows to reds and grays. The trees now were either barren and sickly looking or in gorgeous red bloom. Not that the beauty of it all mattered right at that moment, since Raven was trekking her way through the rows of tents in the middle of the goddamn night.
She had been woken up rather unpleasantly. Actually, that was the understatement of the year. She had been woken up the way no one ever wants to be woken up.
A very drunk Octavia and an equally wasted Lincoln had decided to go ahead and prove their love to one another on Octavia's cot—which would have been fine and none of her business if Raven hadn't already been sleeping in her own cot.
She had seen parts of Octavia and Lincoln that she should have never had to see.
So naturally she had high tailed it out of there as fast as she could. She had yelled at them and fastened her brace up faster than she'd ever had before, all the while trying to ignore the sounds and giggles coming from less than five feet from where she was. She had grabbed her boots and pulled her fur blanket around her shoulders and half-ran half-hopped her way out of there.
That's why she found herself at that moment, freezing her ass off in the little shorts and tank top she went to sleep in, boots half laced up, and only her blanket shielding her from the bitter wind.
At first her only conscious thought was to get away from her tent, and fast. It was only when she was directly outside Murphy's tent that she realized where she went. She wondered briefly when exactly he became the first person she turned to.
"John?" She rubbed her face, holding her blanket together with one hand "Are you up?"
She received no response, and she sucked in a quick breath before letting herself in his tent. He was sprawled on his new cot, a gift from Bellamy. His bare back was facing her, illuminated by the faint glow of the wood burning stove on the metal crate besides him.
"Murphy!" she hissed, and he groaned, rolling himself over to face her.
"Whoah." He said, his voice groggy from sleep. His eyes raked over her shamelessly, and she glared at him. "Is it my birthday, or is Monty's moonshine making me hallucinate?" Murphy yawned.
"If this is the kind of thing you hallucinate about, maybe I should have gone to someone else's tent to crash the night." She sat on the edge of his cot, and he pulled himself up on one arm.
"Hold on, you want to crash here?" He was definitely awake now. "What happened to your tent?"
"I've been sexiled. Or actually, I sexiled myself."
"What?"
"Octavia and Lincoln decided to do the dirty while I was inside as well."
"Do the dirty?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm tired, and I'm cranky, and I want you to scoot over." She said, taking off her boots and brace.
"Raven, this is a one person cot."
She pushed him with her hand, and he sighed, moving over a few inches.
"Is that as far as you can go?" She questioned, eyeing the sliver of space he vacated.
"If I go any further I'll roll off."
Raven removed the blanket from her shoulders and lay beside him. He covered her with his blankets and she tossed her fur covering over both of them. They both shifted until they were comfortable, the cot creaking underneath them as they moved.
It was an intimate position. Raven's back was molded against the hard planes of his chest, her hands tucked against her underneath their pile of blankets. His skin was warm, and he hissed when her cold legs intertwined themselves with his.
"You're warm." She whispered, and she rolled over to face him. Without looking for his reaction she burrowed her head into his neck, breathing him in. It was a scent that she had been growing more and more familiar with—a musky, woodsy, sweet smell.
Murphy wrapped his arms around her, his chin on the base of her head. He closed his eyes, content at the feel of her body tight against his. It wasn't hard to fall asleep.
The steady rise of his chest lulled Raven into a hazy state. She shifted slowly, as not to wake him, trying to minimize the creaking sounds of the cot as she did so. She laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
She felt safe—something she hadn't felt in a long time.
His arms pulled her tighter against him in his sleep, and she let herself relax in his arms.
"Hey Murphy, have you seen—" Bellamy stormed inside the tent at what felt like the crack of dawn to both Raven and Murphy. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the very entangled pair, and bit back a laugh. "Guess you have." He smirked.
"Go away Bellamy." Murphy groaned "It's too early for this shit."
"I'm leaving. I'll tell Octavia you're more than alright Raven." He tossed them an amused look over his shoulder, shaking his head as he walked out.
"Well that's not good." Raven sat up.
"What do you mean?" He asked, wary that she already regretted spending the night with him.
"Wait for it." Raven muttered, counting down from three with her fingers.
As if on cue, Octavia's head peaked through the tent's flaps.
"Oh my god, Bell wasn't lying" .She brought a hand through her mouth as she walked inside.
Raven ran her hands through her bedraggled hair. "O, I can't even look you in the eye right now." she said, and Murphy snickered behind her.
"What? Why?" Octavia walked inside the tent.
"Of course you wouldn't remember." She grumbled.
"Remember what?" Octavia sat on the edge of the cot, her expression annoyed.
"Okay there are seriously too many people on this thing right now." Murphy warned, seeing how the cot was dangerously dipping.
"You don't remember banging the brains out of your boyfriend with me less than five feet away?!" Raven exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh" Octavia covered her face in her hands "I am so sorry. I was so wasted last night. I checked for you though! I swear I walked in and patted your blankets and you weren't there."
"You must've imagined it."
"Or you were too deep in sleep and Octavia too drunk to tell the difference between an empty cot and an occupied one." Murphy offered.
"Okay, well the point is that I'm sorry you saw all that." Octavia said trying to mask her laughter. She stood up from the cot and Murphy inwardly sighed in relief.
"You don't sound very sorry to me." Raven countered.
Octavia stuck out her tongue at her, and left the tent.
"Don't be late for breakfast!" She called from outside.
"We won't." Raven reached down for her boots and brace.
"You're stopping by your tent before you go down for breakfast right?" Murphy scooted to the end of the cot to get off.
"Why?" She asked, keeping her eyes fixed on lacing up her boots, instead of on Murphy walking around his tent half-dressed.
Murphy tugged on his jeans and looked at her meaningfully. "You can't go like that obviously."
To be honest, Raven had no intention of going to breakfast in her sleepwear, but she was intrigued at how this conversation could go. So she played along.
"And why not? All the necessary parts are covered."
"Barely." he muttered. "Plus it's cold as space outside."
"What do you mean barely? These are a little thing called shorts! Girls used to wear them all the time."
"I've seen shorts—I'm not an idiot. Those are barely shorts." He tugged on his henley. "Tell you what—Octavia's loud mouth probably alerted half the camp to your being here. If you go out there, you know what that will look like? A walk of shame…So I'll go get you some clothes from your tent."
"Really John? A walk of shame? Do you think I care?" She finished lacing up her brace and leaned back to rest on her elbows.
"Oh you don't? Okay. Then I dare you to walk out of here in some of my clothes." He smirked, zipping up his jacket.
Raven scoffed at him, and laughed. "You are so on."
Murphy smiled and tossed her his spare shirt. "Clean, I promise."
She grabbed it from the air and held it against her body. Not too bad—It had long sleeves and it would probably reach a little above mid-thigh. She put it on and stood up, the shirt oversize on her small frame.
Murphy unzipped his jacket and put it around her shoulders.
"There. I think we're ready for breakfast."
"No hold on." She grabbed his arm and draped it across her shoulders. "Now we're ready."
He gave her a weird look, but didn't remove his arm.
"Go big or go home." she shrugged.
The walked outside and started to make their way to breakfast. Once there, Raven could feel everyone staring at them. She could also see Murphy smirking from her peripheral vision, and rolled her eyes. It's not like they had actually hooked up last night, but he could definitely sell it as if they had.
She saw Bellamy give him a subtle thumbs up, and she rolled her eyes for real this time.
"Don't let this give you a big head." She warned as they got in line for food. He let go of her and poked her in the shoulder.
"Why have a big head if you've got a big—"
"Not before breakfast, Murphy." She interrupted, wondering to herself what exactly had she just gotten herself into.
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