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How insane was this week's episode, though?!

John Murphy was in love with Raven Reyes and it was absolutely the worst thing that had ever happened to him.

He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, he couldn't even keep a stupid smile from seeping into his lips while he pushed dust around with his broom… Just someone saying her name was enough for him to crane his neck around the room to look for her.

It was pathetic, really.

Sometimes, he swore he could feel her—could feel the moment she walked within fifty feet of him. He couldn't describe it in rationally. The hairs at the back of his neck would stand and he just knew. He had started to say this to Bellamy a few nights before, but decided to keep it to himself because once he opened his mouth Bellamy would think that either:

A. He was crazy.

Or

B. He was crazy in love.

And it wasn't that he was ashamed of loving Raven, he actually considered himself a lucky son-of-a-bitch, but he wasn't ready for people to know. He hadn't even told her.

He would though, eventually. He'd cave in at some point or another and blurt it out.

Murphy had just clocked out of his work detail, and after a grueling 12-hour day, he was exhausted. They had him cleaning the north part of Mecha station that day, the unused portion that Abby wanted to start clearing of debris and loose wiring. He had spent six of those hours stuck between two narrow panels trying to dig deeper inside.

It was a good thing he wasn't claustrophobic.

He could hear the faraway voices of people entering the dining hall for supper, but even though there was a gnawing feeling in his stomach, he was willing to postpone eating for a quick shower. There was a layer of grime on him that he was dying to scrub out, not to mention that he smelled like something out of Raven's toolbox.

He was about to open the door to his bunk, when the hairs at the back of his neck stood up, and he turned instinctively to look at Raven who was slowly making her way to him.

"Haven't seen you all day." She said, throwing her arms around him gently and kissing him.

"I'm sorry." He said, smiling against her lips. "That must have been very hard for you."

"You have no idea." She wiped a smudge from his cheekbone, and he started to untangle himself from her.

"I'm going to shower before dinner. Meet you there?" He opened the door to his bunk.

"Why don't you eat first?" She frowned.

He shook his head. "I reek."

"You don't smell that bad." She leaned against the wall besides the door.

He laughed softly, thinking back to how he compared his smell to her toolbox.

"I won't be long." He kissed her lightly before going inside his room to grab his bag of toiletries and a change of clothes.

He heard her sigh loudly and walk away. Her footfalls on the metal floor were slightly more uneven than usual, and he could see her in his head favoring her good leg more than normally. Guilt seeped through him momentarily, and he tried to shake it away. But it didn't disappear—it never did.

There wasn't a day that didn't pass that he didn't see how the universe had spun him shooting her on him. Her leg was a constant reminder of darker days, of a darker part of him that he'd managed to keep under wraps. She was a walking example of what happened when he let that part of him out.

And the only reason she was walking anyways was because Abby was great at what she did.

He owed her his entire happiness at the moment. Raven would have never looked at him twice if she had been paralyzed entirely, or if she had bled out.

He wouldn't have looked at her either. He thanked any and every God that things turned out the way they did and that it led them to the place they were now. If he could change anything though, he wouldn't have to think twice about what it would be.

Murphy wouldn't have fired that gun.

He made his way to the communal showers, scanning his keycard on the door. The Council had reinstated the rations system this week, and that encompassed everything from food to bathing water. They said they would increase rations once winter was over, and they could safely utilize more of Earth's resources.

Murphy pulled the curtain closed behind him in one of the shower stalls. He undressed quickly and hissed when the hot water touched his body. The engineers had rigged a large water heater a few weeks ago, and it had been pure bliss since then.

He closed his eyes as the water poured over him, cleansing away the dirt and sweat that caked his body. He let himself appreciate the calm for a moment, before reaching over to the bar of soap that he had brought with him to the shower. Monty had learned from a few women in Tondc how to make them with herbs and animal fats. They even had a few scents to pick from, all of which were strong. Just walking besides someone, people could instantly pick out what kind of soap they used.

Raven liked the peppermint one.

He liked to run his nose along the crook of her neck after she showered, peppering kisses as he went along— which was exactly what he felt like doing at the moment.

He finished scrubbing himself off, the scent of vanilla drifting into his nose. Raven used to tease him about it and say that he smelled like a sultry woman, but it wasn't like they had a vast variety of smells to choose from. He shut her up when he showed her just how manly he could be.

Murphy was whistling to himself as he stepped out of the shower, the water cutting off mere seconds afterward. Five minutes, in and out, and everyone had pretty much had it down to an art. You had to, if you didn't want to leave the shower still lathered in soap.

He dried his hair with his towel before wrapping it around his waist. The sound of the curtain being pulled aside behind him startled him, and he whipped around, poised to hit the bastard that was playing a prank on him.

Instead, Raven stood there with a finger to her lips, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Raven, how'd you get in here?" He whispered, not entirely displeased with the situation. He smiled as he pulled her to him.

"I snuck in behind someone as they came in. I was kind of hoping to catch you in the shower." She mock pouted.

"That's incredibly inappropriate." He said lightly biting her lower lip.

"So what are you going to do about it?" She said pulling her face away.

He hoisted her up by her thighs, groaning when she tightened them around his waist, and pushed her gently against the stall. Her brace's buckles dug into the skin around his hip, but he couldn't care less. Murphy kissed down her neck hungrily, inhaling that peppermint scent that he loved on her. Her hands entangled themselves in his hair, pulling when his teeth nipped a particularly sensitive spot.

He bit softly, and a breathy cry emanated from her.

"I'd say you're wearing far too many clothes." His hot breath warmed her ear, and she shivered despite the heat coming from him.

"We should even up the field." She kissed him hard, their mouths battling for dominance.

He started to tug her shirt upwards, teasing the exposed skin of her midriff. Her muscles jumped underneath his hand, and he grinned against her lips. She lifted her arms to help him take off her long-sleeved shirt, stifling a laugh when they almost lost their balance and fell. He shushed her with an equally-big smile on his face, his eyes glinting as they washed over her.

She claimed his mouth again, cupping his face with both hands as he reached behind her for the clasp of her bra. He fumbled for a few seconds, until she sighed with faux-annoyance and took it off herself.

"Hey, I wanted to do that part." He sucked on a pulse point at the side of her neck.

She rubbed her body against his, and he shuddered at the feel of her bare chest against his. She threw her head back as he bit down, easing the slight pain with a swipe of his tongue. Raven breathed his name, and he couldn't help the swell of pride that rushed through him at the thought that he was the one making her feel this way.

They barely heard the soft knocking on the stall, but they couldn't ignore the voice that followed.

"Okay, lovebirds. Time's up." Wick said from outside the stall.

Raven groaned, this time out of real annoyance, and pulled away from Murphy.

"Wick, you have terrible timing." She said.

Murphy looked at her with a puzzled expression, and she tapped his shoulders lightly, indicating for him to put her down. He did so with an aggravated look, pushing back his hair and trying not to stare as she picked up her bra from where she had tossed it on the ground. She pulled her shirt over her head, and peeked her head outside the stall.

"Do I have to?"

"Hey, my five minute 'shower' is over." Wick gave her a pointed look. "You owe me."

"Wait, he let you in?" Murphy asked from behind her.

"Did you even shower, Wick? You still smell." Raven joked.

"I had to shower to drown out the sounds you and your man were making."

Murphy smirked despite himself, slipping on his boxers and jeans.

Raven rolled her eyes, but she still flushed.

"Okay, I'm coming. Give me a sec." She closed the stall and turned her attention back to Murphy, who was pulling his henley over his head.

"You know, once that new section you're clearing is done, I'm top of the list to get my own bunk." She wrapped her arms languidly around his neck.

"Really?" he said, scrunching his eyebrows. "Why? I mean, I'm not complaining but…"

"I work with dangerous weapons." She shrugged, and kissed him lightly. "It only makes sense."

"Well, in that case. I'll work extra hard."

I hope you guys are still reading! I know it's been a long time, but you know... Life. We're in the last stretch though! Only one more chapter and a short epilogue until this fic is done! How crazy is that?

.xoxo