"This is where I leave you!" Raven turns and walks back toward camp, which is still in view since the girls didn't walk far beyond the tree line.
"What am I supposed to do, just wait here?" Octavia yells after Raven, confused.
Raven whips back around, having totally spaced on the instructions Clarke had given her, "Oh, RIGHT! I was supposed to tell you to go to the creek. And you'll need this." She hands Octavia a pencil, which the younger girl accepts, not asking any questions. Knowing Clarke, its unlikely Raven would know the answers anyway.
"See ya later, Pocahontas." With that, Raven goes back to camp and Octavia starts the trek to the creek by the bunker.
With each step, Octavia's heartbeat speeds up. She looks at the pencil in her hand and wonders what on Earth she could need it for; she really just wants to know what Clarke is up to. After last night, after not seeing the blonde all day, Octavia knows that something is going on.
The brunette sees the woods thinning and knows that she is near the creek. All she can think about is Clarke, and that damn pencil in her hand. Because her head is still spinning from the remnants of a hangover and her mind is clouded by thought, O almost misses the sound of some twigs snapping behind her. As though by pure animal instinct, Octavia unsheathes her blade and turns so that it is pushed right up against the neck of-
"Clarke! You can't just sneak up behind me like that!" Unintentionally, O leaves the blade at Clarke's throat for a moment until the blonde slowly takes her hand and lowers it. Octavia is returning her sword to its sheath when she notices a small cut on Clarke's neck and dabs away the blood with her sleeve. "Sorry," she mutters.
"What's the apology for? The cut, or the fact that you're using my shirt to clean it?"
Octavia looks down to remember that the clothes she donned in the tent this morning did indeed belong to Clarke. With this realization, she retracts her arm.
The sky princess can't help but smile at the brunette beauty in her clothes. Not to mention, the shirt is already stained and worn from being recycled for years on the Ark, so Octavia's embarrassment is a bit humorous. "I was just kidding O, it's fine." She locks arms with the other girl and they finish the walk to the creek together. When they arrive, Clarke sits Octavia down on a rock by the water and proceeds to say, "I'm going to need that pencil now."
At the thought of an attack, O completely forgot about the pencil Raven had given her, the pencil she had been preoccupied with for the entire journey. She definitely dropped it when she went for her sword. You had one job, Octavia thinks to herself. "I think I lost it back in the woods," she admits aloud.
Clarke shrugs. "That's alright, I have more!"
"If you had pencils with you, why did you make Raven say that I needed one?"
"I just wanted to give you something to think about on the way here. Did it work?"
Octavia shakes her head and chuckles. "Yeah, it worked." She pauses for a moment and looks at the ground. She kicks at a pebble and then begins her long-thought-out apology for the night before. "Listen, about last night. I just wanted to ap-"
Before she could finish her thought, Clarke's lips crash into Octavia's. The blonde glides her tongue across O's lips and is immediately granted access. The kiss becomes so deep that Octavia is brought to her feet and she begins to push Clarke towards the nearest tree. With her back supported by the large trunk, the blonde lifts her legs to wrap them around Octavia's torso. The girls' tongues fight for power and heat surges through their cores. Overcome with a wave of passion, Clarke almost forgets why she brought Octavia here in the first place, but luckily (or maybe not so luckily), the girls need to break for air. Foreheads resting against each other and panting, the girls gaze desperately into each other's eyes.
"Let me draw you." Clarke blurts out before getting lost back in a heated kiss.
"What?" Fire still burning in her core, Octavia certainly is not prepared to end this moment.
Clarke realizes she isn't in the best position for O to think clearly, so she puts her feet back on the ground and moves away from the tree. Then she explains, "I guess it's kind of lame, but back when I was on the Ark, I would draw everything I dreamed about; mostly Earth. And since we came down here, I haven't really had much time to draw, or dream for that matter. But lately…lately you're all that I can think about and dream about. It's been driving me crazy because I don't feel like I deserve you and I don't want you to get hurt. Everybody I care about always ends up hurt or dead." Though she doesn't cry, tears well in Clarke's eyes, so Octavia moves to hold her hands. "I don't know what you remember about last night, but I ended up taking out my frustration on you. That's not what you deserve and I'm so, so sorry. Just know that, no matter whether we're friends or…more than friends, I care about you so deeply. More than that, I—"
"I love you too, Clarke Griffin."
The blonde laughs as a few tears escape her and then smacks Octavia's arm. "What the hell?! You stole the epic conclusion of my speech!"
"Well, true as it may have been, that was about the cheesiest thing I've ever heard. And dammit princess, God knows I can't let anything that cheesy and heartfelt last. And don't even worry about last night. You were trying to be your usual honorable self. Not that you even need my forgiveness, but you have it."
Clarke pulls Octavia into a hug and whispers into her ear, "You're a dork."
The brunette laughs and pulls back, walking to the rock that Clarke originally sat her down on. "So, are you gonna draw me before we grow old or what?"
A smile wider than Octavia has ever witnessed grows across Clarke's face. The blonde grabs a pencil and a sketchbook from her bag and begins to draw the vision sitting before her. She doesn't even need to tell Octavia how to pose because she is perfectly still, just staring at Clarke with passion in her eyes.
After a while, Clarke is almost done. It's been silent most of the time. Well, except for when Raven radioed in that she was worried Octavia didn't make it. Lost in the earlier moment, Clarke had forgotten to let the mechanic know that Octavia arrived safely. Since then, however, neither girl has said a word.
The brunette decides to break the silence. "Can I ask you something?"
Clarke chuckles, "You just did, but sure."
"Did you really need me here to draw me?"
"Like I said, you're all that I think about. I have a portrait of you engrained in my mind. So, no, you're presence wasn't necessary. But I wanted you here. I wanted to be around you."
Octavia laughs, "You know, you could've been around me back at camp. Not that I don't love not being able to feel my ass anymore after sitting on this rock though."
"There's always somebody 'there' when we're at camp. I like to think of this as our place."
Octavia blushes, but plays it off with some attitude. "If you don't mind, I'm not sitting on this fucking rock anymore."
"No problem, I'm basically done anyways."
As Clarke finishes up, O walks along the edge of the creek. She feels as though the smile on her face is going to be there permanently. The sky princess has an unrealistic effect on her. If she's being completely honest with herself, Octavia is a bit freaked out by it. However, she doesn't mind.
"Alright, you can look at it now," Clarke calls to the other girl. Octavia rushes over, but the blonde holds the sketchbook to her chest. "I have to ask you something now."
"As long as I get to see the drawing; shoot."
Clarke hesitates for a moment, but then asks, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
Octavia is certain her heart is going to explode. She grabs Clarke's head and pulls her into a short and passionate kiss, after which she replies, "Abso-fucking-lutely."
"And to finish what I was saying earlier, I love you Octavia Blake." Clarke places a soft kiss on Octavia's lips and then reveals the drawing. It's flawless in every way. O is beyond impressed, but she doesn't even need to proclaim it; her face says it all. Clarke picks up her bag and then radios in, "Hey Raven?"
It's only a few seconds before the mechanic's voice comes through. "What's up Griffin? Are you headed back?"
"No, actually. I just wanted to let you know we're going to camp out here, we'll be back tomorrow."
Octavia looks at Clarke and grins, excited to spend some more alone time with her girlfriend.
"So I take it she said yes?"
Octavia takes the radio and responds to the question, "Indeed she did."
"I knew you would. Ok, well, I hope the sex is great and don't forget to radio in when you leave!"
The girls laugh, but then another voice breaks through the radio. "No! Keep your hands off my sister, Clarke!" Bellamy. There is no mistaking it.
The blonde decides to have some fun with this, so she radios back, "I can't make any promises. See you both tomorrow! Griffin, out." With that, Clarke shuts off the radio, takes Octavia's arm, and they walk back to the bunker—to their bunker.