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Warning: Chapter is rated M for a mild lemon.
Murphy tucked the ends of the white scarf into his fur-lined jacket. He pulled at the loops of fabric that were wrapped tightly against his neck, bringing them to cover the lower half of his face, ending just below his nose.
Raven had got her way in the end.
He was wearing the damn scarf.
He felt like an idiot for making such a big deal of it from the start, he could have easily avoided the month of grueling work detail. They had finally cleared the final part of Mecha, but he had been discharged before they were finished rewiring it back into the rest of the station, making sure that the water pipes and heating were working properly before assigning people to new bunks.
Raven was at the top of the list for the room reassignment. Her erratic hours at the tech shop and her need to take her work home periodically made her a less than ideal roommate. Octavia insisted that she didn't mind, but her other two roommates were glad to see her go.
Murphy just wanted to finally have time alone with her.
They had decided he would move in with her from the start—there had been no conversation on the topic, they just assumed that it was what they would do. After all, before the winter kicked in, they were practically living together in his tent. Raven had been sleeping in his tent most nights.
He couldn't deny that he missed her curled body against his at night, the way she pressed her good leg against his for warmth.
"You're a furnace." She had told him one night, mumbling into his shoulder.
He chuckled at the memory, earning a weird look from Bellamy. They were high up on the new guard posts, the wind biting at their exposed skin.
Bellamy tucked his gloved hands underneath his arms, the hood of his jacket covered in snowflakes as he shuffled his feet.
"It's fucking cold." His voice was muffled, his mouth covered by a wool scarf.
They looked pretty identical as they stood on the guard post.
Both were covered from head to toe in leather and furs, their heads covered by both a knitted beanie and the hoods of the new military-grade jackets the last scavenging party had found. They had lined the jackets with various furs from different animals, a technique they learned from Lexa's people.
"What did you expect?" Murphy snorted. "It's been fucking cold for months."
Bellamy rolled his eyes, pulled down his scarf, and took a swig from a leather flask in his jacket pocket. He held it out to Murphy, who accepted it and did the same.
"Monty's moonshine never fails." Bellamy said, smirking at Murphy's slight wince.
"This batch is stronger—tastes like battery acid." Murphy shook his head at the aftertaste of the liquor and handed him back his flask.
He saw the initials on the edge of the leather, and it was his turn to smirk.
"C+B, huh?"
"Shut up." Bellamy tucked the flask back inside his jacket.
"No way, you tease me about Raven all the time. It's my turn."
"That's because I never imagined you as being whipped." Bellamy challenged.
"Me? Whipped?" Murphy threw his head back and laughed. "You obviously haven't looked in the mirror recently."
"What are you talking about?" Bellamy crossed his arms in front of his chest, causally widening his stance.
"Clarke, have you eaten? Clarke, you need to sleep. Clarke, wear my coat, it's warmer." Murphy imitated.
"Are you going to get on me about hovering, too?"
"You know Clarke can take care of herself."
"Doesn't mean I can't take care of her too." Bellamy said.
"True." Murphy replied, rubbing his deerskin gloves for warmth. "But our girls don't exactly need to be taken care of."
"Our girls, huh?" Bellamy smiled. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that… Do you love her?"
Murphy remained quiet for a long time. The wind picked up, nipping at their cheeks.
"Yeah… I do." He said at last. "But I just want her to be happy, especially after everything that's happened."
"You must beat yourself up about it all the time."
"I can't help it. Every time I look at her, I just want to take it all back, you know? And I can't. What's done is done." He sighed.
"She forgives you." Bellamy laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Raven is amazing." He said staring off into the tree line. "As long as she wants me, I'll be there. But if she ever decides that she doesn't want me, then I'll leave. Like I said, I just want her to be happy."
"That's love, isn't it?" Bellamy replied, taking another swig from his flask and offering it again to Murphy
"But we loved with a love that was more than love." Murphy wiped his mouth after his drink. "I and my Annabel Lee."
Raven looked at the mess of parts on her work table. She had gotten her hands on an old car engine, and had pieced it apart trying to figure out how it worked. Various scavenging groups had found cars on their outings, and after a bit of persuasion, she was able to convince Miller to bring her back one of the engines. They had dragged it through three miles of heavy snow on a cart just for her.
She had promised them that once she figured out how they worked, they could start trying to bring the machines back to life.
Wick whistled from the other side of the workroom, an obnoxious tune that Raven didn't have the heart to call him out on. Besides, he was pretty much one of the few engineers she could stand. He carried a tray of chemicals in various beakers to the sink, looking briefly at the array of parts in front of her.
"Damn, grease monkey…. Are you going to be able to put that back together?" He said as he dumped the content of a beaker into the sink.
"Wick, I helped put together a radio from odd parts in a room full of angry, hormone-driven teenagers. I think I can handle this."
"You always have a comeback, don't you?" he laughed.
"Maybe if you were actually funny once in a while, I wouldn't." she smirked.
"There you go again." He stood with his back against the sink, wolfish grin in place. "I'd say Murphy is being a bad influence on you, but we both know you're the bigger smart-ass of the two. The difference is that he has a better sense of humor."
Raven made a face at him and threw a grease stained rag his way.
"Well that's a new one. Never heard anybody say Murphy has a great sense of humor."
They both looked to the direction of the doorway, spotting Jasper. He smiled tentatively, hand supporting the rifle slung over his back.
"Jasper," Raven wiped her hands on a rag, using the table for support as she stood up. "Hey, haven't seen you in a while. How are you?"
He shrugged. "I'm fine—been on patrol a lot. I can't sleep so, I take the night watch most nights."
Raven nodded wordlessly. Jasper had been affected more than anyone after the events of Mount Weather. They hadn't taken bone marrow from him, but until they came to get their people out, Jasper was pretty much the reason they stayed alive. But he lost a lot in the process. Raven had heard of Maya, but knew that now wouldn't be the moment to ask how he was feeling about her death. It hadn't been painless, and it would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Raven understood how he felt. She had gone through something similar with Finn.
"I brought you something." Jasper dangled a keycard in front of him, and she smiled in earnest.
"Already?" She reached up to take it from him, her heart thudding in her chest.
"You were at the top of the list."
"I have to tell John." She made to go around Jasper, but he blocked the doorway.
Jasper looked at Wick, who nodded in response. Jasper sidestepped to let him out the door while Raven stared at him with her hands on her hips.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I just want to make sure you're okay." Jasper said leading her gently by the arm to her work station. They sat on stools in the same side of the table, facing each other.
"And why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you know… I heard from Octavia that you're moving in with Murphy."
"Your point?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Raven, don't get defensive. I'm not saying it's a bad thing and that you shouldn't do it." He sighed. "I just want to understand."
Raven placed her hand on top of Jasper's. "Look, Jas. I appreciate your concern, but you really have nothing to worry about. Forget about who John was before. He's not that person anymore. None of us are who we were when we came to the ground."
"That's true."
"He and I have something really good going on, and I haven't…" She trailed off, staring at a drop of grease on the table.
"He shot you Raven… How do you go back from that?"
"You don't." She stared at him squarely. "You go forward. There's nothing he can do, or I can do, or anybody can do to fix it. Jasper, it eats at him the fact that he hurt me permanently, and it doesn't matter that I forgave him a long time ago, because he's never going to forgive himself."
"Have you really forgiven him? Be honest." Jasper shifted in the stool, propping an arm on the work table.
Raven looked across the room, and took a deep breath. "Yes. I have." The corners of her lips twitched upwards slightly, and she turned to Jasper fully. "I think I love him… Is that crazy?"
Jasper nodded slowly, before giving her a small smile. "Maybe a little."
She lightly punched his arm, and Jasper heaved himself off the stool, walking towards the door. He stopped just before it, turning half his body so that he was looking at her over his shoulder.
"If he hurts you, I'll kill him." He said, and Raven rolled her eyes.
"I'd kill him first." She said. Jasper laughed softly, and left the room.
Raven eyed the key in front of her, and grabbed it off the table, clutching it in her hands like a lifeline.
And it was.
It finally felt like a beginning.
Raven asked for permission to leave her detail earlier in order for her to move her stuff into her new bunk, and thankfully it was granted to her. She knew Murphy still had a few hours of patrol, and she wanted to make their new place ready for them.
Their place.
The thought gave her goose bumps, and she had a quick flash of Murphy hovering above her, his lips whispering over hers. Her face warmed, and the fluttering in her stomach augmented.
She was nervous. It was one thing to jump each other's bones when they knew they wouldn't go all the way, but that wouldn't be the case this time. They would have all night.
They had a lot of lost time to make up for.
She smiled to herself as she folded the few changes of clothes she owned into a metal crate. She didn't have many belongings, so packing was easy. She double-checked her bed and her drawers, even knelt down awkwardly to look under her bed. There was nothing underneath, and satisfied, she used the bed for support as she stood up.
The door behind her opened, and Raven turned her head to see Octavia. She eyed the crate on the bed, and smirked at Raven, an eyebrow raised.
"Eager, huh?"
"Very." Raven laughed.
Octavia closed the distance between them and hugged her. "I'm going to miss you, roomie."
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to sleep somewhere else."
"Or not sleep." Octavia wiggled her eyebrows, giggling when Raven shot her an exasperated look. "What? It's true. Don't act like all you and Murphy are going to be doing is innocent. In fact, I have a theory—"
"And that's my cue to go." Raven pulled away and went to pick up her crate.
"I'm serious!"
"I know, that's why I'm leaving." She laughed as she stood in the doorway, the door kept open by her hip.
"I want details—all of them." Octavia sat down on Raven's old bed, giving her a pointed look.
"No way." Raven scoffed.
"Yes way, and I will pull them out of you if I have to."
"We'll see." Raven let the door fall closed, shaking her head and smiling.
Murphy blew hot air into his gloved hands, glancing at the other patrol guards that were coming to relieve Bellamy and him for the day. It had been a dull day, nothing but white for miles. They spotted a herd of deer that scrambled away a few yards away from the gate, and made a mental note to track them the following day when a hunting party was set to leave.
They climbed down from the guard post, boots making an imprint on the fresh snow.
Bellamy cursed at the new layer, and Murphy grunted in accordance.
It seemed like winter had been going on forever. The memory of green leaves and pleasant temperatures seemed almost like a dream, as if they'd imagined it. They had studied seasons during Earth skills, but reading about them and experiencing them were two different things. Murphy knew spring would come eventually, but he just wished it would hurry its ass up. Snow was quickly climbing up in ranking of things he hated.
"Murphy, got a message for you." Miller said, approaching them.
"Yeah?" Murphy handed his gun over to him, receiving a key in return.
"You've been reassigned to a different bunk."
"I wouldn't also have a female roommate, by any chance? Perhaps a certain brunette? One that likes to fiddle with dangerous chemicals and metals?" He asked, his lips formed in a half smile.
"If by that you mean Raven, then yes." Miller rolled his eyes.
Bellamy slapped his back, wolf-whistling, and Murphy side-stepped from him in order to avoid further teasing.
"Where is it?" he asked Miller.
"Section M-14."
Murphy nodded, jogging his memory back to when he was on the detail that cleared that section.
"Well, if you guys will excuse me. I have to go check out my new bunk." he said, heading inside.
"We'll save you both a spot at dinner." Bellamy called out to him.
"Don't bother. I think we'll be ordering in." Murphy smirked to himself, trying to ignore the warmth that had implanted itself deep in the pit of his stomach.
He wavered just outside the door. Should he knock? Or use his key? Would she be inside already?
Maybe she's still working.
He felt stupid, poised outside his new bunk with an uncertain fist in the air, a metal crate on his hip, ready to knock, as he rocked back and forth on his heels. He took a deep breath, and rapped his fist against the heavy metal door.
Murphy heard the door click open, and smiled when he saw Raven. She returned his grin, opening the door further and motioned him to come in. He placed his crate on the floor by the door.
"Welcome home." She wrapped her hands around his neck.
He kissed her briefly. "I like the sound of that." His hands wandered to her hips, gripping her tighter. "I like it a lot."
She laughed as she felt his gloved fingers start on their path across her stomach, the wool tickling her bare skin.
Raven pulled away from him, and Murphy groaned.
"Don't you want a grand tour of the place?" She said, watching him shed his jacket and gloves. He put them on top of the dresser.
"All I need to know is where the bed is, and guess what?" He feigned shock as he touched the bed to his left. "I found it."
"Technically, we don't need a bed." She said, smirking.
"I like how you think." He laced his fingers in front of her stomach, his chin resting on her shoulder. "But fine, I'll humor you. Show me our place." She could feel his jaw opening and closing as he talked, and she turned her face to kiss him.
"Okay." She walked them to the far right of the room. "Here is our dresser. You can have the bottom two drawers, because I already claimed the top two."
He nodded, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, his hair brushing her cheek. She walked them forward a few steps, Murphy's hands still tightened around her.
"And here we could put a small table." She gestured to an open space by the wall. "That way we could eat in here when we wanted to, and I could work on things overnight."
"I like." He brushed his lips over her earlobe.
She spun them around, giggling when Murphy's nose rubbed against the back of her neck.
"And over here is your favorite part, the bed." Raven turned around in his arms, feeling her skin light on fire with the way he was looking at her.
"Can I kiss you now?"
She rolled her eyes, and he took that as a yes. He crushed his lips to hers hungrily, Raven groaning when he swiped his tongue lightly on her lower lip. Murphy backed them up against the bed, her knees buckling when they brushed against the mattress. She scooted back on her knees, manually moving her bad leg, Murphy following closely, his lips latched on to her neck. He bit down, and Raven moaned. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He made a trail with lips from her neck to behind her ear and back to her jaw. She tugged his face back up to kiss him.
She felt his hands fall away from her face, skimming her sides, teasing her. He grinned against her lips as his hands found the hem of her long-sleeved shirt. Their eyes locked and she nodded, granting him the permission he was seeking. He pulled her shirt off with tentative fingers. Raven lifted her arms to make it easier for him. She watched him toss her shirt onto the floor, and then start to lift his own shirt over his head. He did it slowly, maintaining eye contact with her as more if his bare flesh was revealed to her.
She had seen him shirtless before, but it felt more intimate now.
He dropped his shirt next to hers. Murphy laid his hands on his knees, his blue eyes flaming into hers.
She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall down from her body. She tossed it into their pile of ever-growing clothes. She watched intently as his eyes raked down her body, how he eyed the rise and fall of her chest. He reached out and pulled her to him, his hand on her cheek.
She shivered at the feel of their bare skin rubbing against each other, wanting more. She snaked a hand between them and started to unbutton his pants, annoyed when he moved her hand out of the way. He shook his head while he kissed her already swollen lips, and pushed her back on the bed. Murphy stretched out her unmoving leg, and carefully, lovingly, undid the straps and buckles of her brace. She saw him caress her calf.
"You know I can't feel that." She whispered, her breath fanning over his slightly parted lips.
"This is for me." He said, pulling away from her to gently place the brace on the floor. "Trust me." He unbuttoned her jeans, zipping them down. Raven lifted her hips to help him take them off, surprised when Murphy knew to take special care in removing them from her bad leg.
He kissed up said calf, and Raven felt her heart thud in her ears. She watched as he pressed his lips to the area he had taken away her mobility, as if trying to kiss away his mistakes. She guessed that if she could feel it, they would be feather light on her skin.
He kissed up her knee, and her suspicions were confirmed as his lips moved to areas she could feel. Her breathing grew more ragged as he neared her center, the warmth in the pit of her stomach blooming as she saw his head move closer and closer.
Murphy spread her legs, looking up at her for permission before slipping her underwear down her legs.
"You're beautiful." He murmured against her thigh, kissing a path to where she wanted him most.
When he reached his destination, she threw her head back at the sensation. He worked her well, almost knew every spot she needed him. Looking down, Murphy's head between her thighs was one of the most erotic sights she'd ever seen.
He paid close attention, and smiled against her when her groans got louder. He kept going, until she let out a long breathy moan. He lifted his face, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her collarbone…
Murphy captured her lips again, and Raven could taste herself on his tongue. She sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, satisfied when he groaned, a low gravel sound.
She successfully unbuttoned his pants this time, and he kicked them off. He was rock hard against her inner thigh, sending more fluttering to her stomach. He pulled his boxers off, avoiding eye contact with her as he did so. His face was flushed, and she grabbed him by his chin, forcing him to look at her—Brown eyes meeting blue.
"You're enough." She said, her lips a whisper away from his. "I don't want anyone else."
He simply nodded, his hands pulling her thighs over his back. He aligned himself, and without breaking eye contact, gradually pushed himself inside of her.
She watched as he closed his eyes, his eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. He let her adjust to him, balancing his weight on his elbows so as not to crush her. She captured his lips in a searing kiss, and he took that as a sign to go ahead.
They established a rhythm. Sped up when he asked her too, slowed them down when he felt himself about to lose it. He wanted to savor the moment. Her hands were everywhere at once—his hair, raking across his back, holding on to his arms.
He felt her start to constrict around him, so he snaked an arm between them, rubbing her in a way he knew would drive her over the edge. She came, her cry silenced by Murphy's lips. He let her ride her wave, and when he couldn't keep himself together any longer, he let himself go.
He pulled out of her, collapsing on the bed beside her. They turned their heads to look at each other, their chests rising and falling with their uneven breathing. Murphy looked at the beads of sweat gathered at her hairline, reaching over to smooth her hair back.
"I love you." He whispered, his hand lingering on her cheek.
"I love you too." Raven replied without hesitation, a tired smile on her lips. "It's about damn time, you said it, though."
"Oh I'm sorry? Were you waiting a long time?" He teased.
"I've been waiting a really, really long time." She rolled herself on top of him, placing both hands on each side of his face.
He kissed her, pulling her bottom lip with her teeth.
"You won't ever have to wait again."
"Oh?" She giggled.
He shook his head. "Nope, because as long as you want me to, I'll say it to you every day."
"Multiple times a day?" She asked, kissing his sternum.
Murphy rolled his eyes playfully. "As you wish."
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