Clarke smiled, leaning her head against the back of Raven's couch. They'd finished the Monopoly game around a half an hour ago, with Bellamy coming from behind to soundly trounce everyone, her included.

Oh, she'd made the appropriate huffs, cussed at the appropriate times, and even thrown a Cheeto or two at him, but really, she was giddy.

Just like the Hangover Breakfast and him accidentally calling her 'Princess,' this may not have seemed 'nice' to an outsider, but to her…it felt like them. She was pretty damn ecstatic that they were at a place again where she could confidently throw fake cheese products into his hair while calling him a jackass, positive that he'd be laughing right along with her, smiling that boyish smile from underneath that mop of messy hair that she knew so well.

After the game had ended, Raven had started tinkering with something that looked like a small circuit board while occasionally shouting advice at Monty, Jasper, and Miller, who were playing a video game on her TV.

Clarke sighed, completely content and well on the way to blissful exhaustion.

"Hey," Bellamy said quietly, running his knuckles lightly against her forearm.

Turning her head to the side, she found his face resting just a few inches from hers, his body turned slightly sideways toward hers.

"Hmm?"

His eyes softened at her sleepy reply. "You about ready to go?"

She nodded.

Smiling, he stood up, offering her a hand.

Taking a deep breath and forcing her eyes open, she grasped his hand, letting him pull her to her feet before reluctantly releasing it.

"I think it's about time for me to head out, guys," Clarke announced to the group.

The boys started protesting, but not enough to turn away from the screen for more than a few seconds at a time.

Clarke smiled at their attempts. "It was a great game night though. Thanks for hosting, Raven."

Raven waved her screwdriver. "It's what I do. I host, you guys bring food and beer."

Bellamy narrowed his eyes. "You know, I don't think we ever thought this through. Maybe someone else should host next time."

One of Raven's perfectly arched eyebrows rose. "You want these three in your apartment until 4 am?" She asked, gesturing to the man-children huddled around her TV. "Half the time they end up sleeping on my floor. Do you want to clean drool off your carpet, Bellamy?"

Bellamy took a step back, hands raised in surrender even though he was laughing. "Okay, okay. You win. You can have them. You deserve free pizza and beer after all that."

"Damn straight," Raven said, going back to her circuit board.

Clarke chuckled, giving her a quick hug on the way to the door.

"You don't need to crash on the couch?" Raven asked. "Or you can bunk with me if the thought of three nerds snoring beside you is as terrifying as I imagine it would be."

Clarke hesitated, glancing quickly at Bellamy, who was already looking back at her. "Uh, no. I'll be fine. Thanks for the offer though."

Raven nodded.

Clarke headed for the door.

"I, uh…I think I'll go ahead and head out too. I'll walk you out, Clarke."

Bellamy said a quick goodbye to everyone, meeting Clarke at the door.

By the time they made it into the hallway and shut the door behind them, Clarke was starting to feel a little awkward.

The easiest answer was just for her to drive home. She hadn't had that much to drink, so it should be fine…but part of her was really looking forward to the prospect of falling asleep on Bellamy's couch again.

They got into the elevator, not even glancing at each other.

"You probably shouldn't drive, right?" He asked.

She glanced up at him as the elevator slowly made its way down. "I didn't have that much to drink," she said. For some reason, it felt important for him to know that.

"I know, but you're falling asleep standing up. You can't drive that far."

She smiled at his protectiveness. "Bellamy, it's not that far. Like, 30 minutes, tops. Given that it's the middle of the night and traffic will be non-existent, I can probably make it in 20."

He fixed her with the no-nonsense stare he usually reserved for Octavia and Jasper. "Clarke, come on. I've got a perfectly good bed like 100 feet away." His face started to color slightly as he realized how that had sounded. "I mean…that you can use…or a couch…whichever you want." His brow furrowed. "No, scratch that. You're not allowed to use the couch."

She tried to bite her lip to keep herself from grinning, but wasn't entirely successful. "You sure you don't mind? I don't want to put you out or…"

As they stepped out of the elevator, he shook his head, slinging an arm around her shoulders and leading her out the doors to the courtyard. "Not even a little. I'm taking the couch though."

"No, I am."

"Not a chance, Princess."

She put her hand on the one he had slung over her shoulder, turning her body toward his to hide her smile.

Clarke leaned against Bellamy's kitchen counter, drinking a cold bottle of water, which was slowly helping to revive her.

Right after they'd gotten into his apartment, he'd told her to make herself at home, then disappeared into his bedroom.

She'd managed to drink half the bottle and clear some of the cobwebs from her brain by the time he reappeared, now wearing dark blue sweats and a grey t-shirt.

"Hey," he said, almost awkwardly.

"Hey," she responded, eyebrow raised questioningly.

He stopped just outside his bedroom door. "I put some of my clothes out on the bed…for you…if you want them."

"You didn't have to do that."

"Well you did make me promise never to let you sleep in jeans again, so…"

She smiled at his thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Bell," she said, walking around the counter and past him to head into his room.

Seeing the grey sweats and blue t-shirt neatly folded and waiting for her, she was momentarily surprised. "Aren't those the ones you had on last time?" She asked as she picked them up off his bed, mostly because she didn't expect him to give her his favorites. Hell, when her friends had to borrow her clothes to sleep in, she usually gave them stuff that didn't fit her or that had been stuffed in the back of a drawer since high school.

"Yeah. I was just…" He ran his hand over the back of his neck, looking at the floor somewhere near her feet. "…they're the most comfortable. I can try to find you something newer if you want, or there might be something of Octavia's in…"

Clarke unconsciously held the clothes tighter to her stomach. "No. These are great."

Finally raising his eyes to meet hers, he nodded.

After closing his bedroom door, Clarke started to change.

Bellamy's voice carried through the closed door. "Clarke?"

"Yeah?" she responded, freezing in the middle of unbuttoning her shirt.

"There's a new toothbrush in the top left drawer in the bathroom if you want it."

"Thanks!" she called, waiting until she heard his footsteps retreat to finish unbuttoning her blouse.

A few minutes later, she was changed and her teeth were clean, thanks to the unopened toothbrush that had been waiting exactly where he'd said it was, and Clarke was on her way back out into the living room.

She paused when she caught sight of herself in the mirror over Bellamy's dresser.

He'd been right, these were some of the comfiest clothes she'd ever worn. They were broken-in, which meant they were ridiculously soft. It also meant that the shirt clung to her, even though it was technically too large.

Clarke was struck by the image she saw in the mirror. She was wearing a man's clothes…Bellamy's clothes…and her curls were in a fairly wild disarray around her head. Most of her make-up had worn off long ago, leaving only a trace of eyeliner.

If Clarke didn't know any better, she'd swear she'd just left someone's bed.

Shaking her head to clear that thought from it, she opened the bedroom door and ventured out into the living room.

Bellamy was sitting on the couch, scrolling through something on his phone. When he heard her come out, he glanced up.

Clarke paused in the middle of the floor.

From the way his eyes darkened as they took her in from head to toe, Clarke had a strong suspicion that Bellamy's mind had gone the same way hers had just a few moments before.

"I…uh…does everything…" his hand gestured toward her. "…fit okay? Find everything you need?" Quickly getting up, he headed into the kitchen.

"Yeah. Thanks for this. And you're right. They're super comfy," she said, sitting down a little uncertainly on the couch.

"Sure. No problem," he said, grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen and then standing by the fridge to drink part of it.

Clarke glanced down at the coffee table, wondering why this had gotten awkward. Was it just because borrowing a man's clothes was something usually only done between couples or after sex?

Clarke worried her lower lip, contemplating it.

She tried to imagine borrowing clothes from Miller or Monty and realized she wouldn't even think twice about it. So what made borrowing Bellamy's clothes so…charged?

"You remember this episode?" Bellamy asked, taking the seat beside her.

Clarke glanced at the screen, just now noticing what was playing.

It was another episode of The Twilight Zone, and an old woman was trying to get tiny aliens out of her house by attacking them with a broom.

"I know the spaceship is on the roof, but I can't remember how it ends," she said.

Bellamy settled in against the cushions, grabbing the blanket off the arm of the couch.

He paused before he opened it. "You were half dead a little while ago. Did you want to go to sleep?"

She shook her head.

"Clarke…" he said, shooting her that same disapproving look from earlier.

"I'm not tired now. Besides, I have to see how this one ends again. You can't quit in the middle of a Twilight Zone episode, Bell. You know that. If you do, you probably have horrible dreams that Rod Serling narrates."

Snorting, Bellamy shook out the blanket, then looked at her expectantly, still holding it up.

She slid underneath it, and into the space at his side, with a grin.

They got settled in, her curled into his side with one of his arms around her.

Clarke accidentally grabbed a handful of his shirt when the door to the woman's farmhouse flew open with a crash.

"I wouldn't get too attached to her if I were you," he murmured.

"No shit, Sherlock," she responded.

A half hour later, they'd finished the episode (and were therefore safe from creepy dream narration) and were both still partially awake, half watching an episode of Bewitched that had come on. They'd also managed to slide further down the couch while discussing the twist at the end of the episode (Surprise! The giant woman was the alien and the two tiny aliens were actually U.S. Astronauts), and how Agnes Moorehead could play both a giant alien and an overbearing witch well.

"Hey Bell?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

Clarke raised her head from where it had been resting against his chest. "Do you think you'll ever want to go…somewhere with someone?"

"Huh?"

"When you were telling me about breaking up with Gina… You said she wanted to go somewhere and you didn't. Do you think you'll ever want that?"

His hand paused where it had been absently rubbing her back. "I…" He paused for a long moment. "I don't know."

Considering his answer for a moment, she nodded, then laid her head back on his chest. "I was just…wondering," she said softly.

A few moments passed during which neither of them paid attention to the blonde witch causing trouble on the tv screen, both lost in their own thoughts.

Clarke had almost fallen asleep by the time Bellamy spoke again.

"Maybe it wasn't the timing…maybe it was the person," he practically whispered, hand tightening fractionally against her back.