After the successful bombing of the bridge, the camp had started to relax, they turned their attention to preserving the meat they had hunted. Murphy and Octavia were assigned to smoking it, and the next thing Bellamy knew the whole hut holding all their food was on fire. Murphy blamed the other camp member working there with him, said he didn't like taking Octavia's orders.
With no food Clarke made the decision to send groups out to hunt. Bellamy took Clarke aside and pointed out that the grounders would still attack, and now they didn't know when.
'We can't defend the camp if we're starving' she said firmly, and he knew that if he couldn't change her mind then he'd have to go with her.
Before he could though, Clarke had been snagged by a young camp mate called Myles, followed, of course, by Finn.
Bellamy was no fool, the day Raven arrived he knew something had happened, and it didn't take long to realise what the tension between the Finn, Clarke and Raven was. Bellamy told himself that the bitter taste the knowledge left in his mouth was because Clarke had been hurt, and he had grown to care about her, nothing more.
*
Clarke and Finn hadn't returned from their hunt yet, and Bellamy was starting to worry. He walked into his tent and came to an abrupt halt when he caught sight of Raven.
'What are you doing in here?' He asked brusquely.
'They don't waste time I'll give them that.' She said, attempting a breezy tone but not quite succeeding, the statement coming out bitter instead. 'What's it been? Day and a half?'
'You've mistaken me for someone who cares.' Bellamy lied. 'Time to move on.' He said brusquely, he just wasn't sure who he was addressing.
Bellamy took off his jacket and Raven dropped herself onto his bed and started to take off her shoes, face drawn into an indifferent mask.
'What are you doing?' Asked Bellamy cautiously.
'Moving on'
She removed the rest of her clothes, leaving just her underwear and her thin top. Standing in front of Bellamy he saw some of the mask fade. 'I've never been with anyone but Finn' she confessed, pausing to compose herself. 'Take off your clothes.'
Bellamy shifted his weight, sizing up the woman in front of him, trying not to think, and especially not about Clarke.
'Fine, I'll go first.' Said Raven, pulling her top over her head and staring at him defiantly, daring him to look away.
Bellamy took a deep breath, conflicted. Clarke still had feelings for Finn, Finn still had feelings for Clarke. Bellamy had a beautiful woman in his tent.
'If you're looking for someone to talk you down, tell you that you're just upset and not thinking straight, I'm not that guy.'
This was familiar for Bellamy. This was what he was used to. Meaningless hook ups with pretty girls, not worrying that Clarke wasn't back.
'Good' said Raven, pulling Bellamy into a rushed kiss. And then their hands were moving and their clothes were off, Bellamy lifted Raven, almost mechanically, moving her onto her back on the bed, the whole while telling himself that this was what he preferred, what he wanted, this was simpler…
Later, when Raven rolled out of the bed and began dressing Bellamy pinched the bridge of his nose, hard. 'Did that help?' He asked her, already knowing the answer.
'Nope.' She said, leaving his tent, and Bellamy knew he felt the same way.