A/N: Hi Guys, so this is my story I had posted on Tumblr, its name then was "Nobody Else," But this song goes well with the main theme. So anyway, I hope you guys like this. Enjoy.

For the thrill of your touch, I will shamefully lust As you tell me we're nothing but trouble

Heart's on fire tonight Feel my bones ignite

Feels like war, war Feels like war, war

Heart's on fire tonight Feel my bones ignite

Feels like war, war Feels like war, war

Love Feels Like War

_the100_

It was a day after the Grounder attack. They had survived. But thanks to a Grounders whip, Clarke has two long gashes from her shoulder blades to her lower back. Octavia spent no time getting her to the drop ship were Raven was safely hidden. The blood had stopped, but her shirt was cut in half, and it kept falling off.

"So what are we gonna do?" Clarke asked, indicating to her shirt.

"Raven and I don't have shirts that would fit for the time being, but you're shirt it too tattered to repair…" Octavia pouted in thought as she cleaned the gashes.

"What about shirts?" Bellamy asked, his low voice startling as he entered the drop ship. He had various cuts on his face and bruising on his neck that no one would elaborate on.

"Clarke's shirt is done for and we need to find one to borrow until I can find one." Bellamy's eyes went playful as he found Clarkes.

"A shirt, princess? Why didn't you ask?" He was quick with his jacket, and then a moment later stood shirtless in front of them. Octavia laughed. Clarke felt herself flush.

"Bell-"

"Oh come on now. I don't need it, I was gonna take a nap, and you don't need a shirt for that." His latest victory against the Grounders made him smug; it was annoying.

But he had a point, and Clarke was getting cold.

"Fine." She took the shirt from him. It was warm in her hand, it smelled like him, which had a both calming and slightly arousing effect.

"Octavia," Jasper's voice called from above them, "I need your help!"

"Be right there!" She called back, and after looking between the two leaders, she nodded and crawled up the ladder.

Leaving Bellamy and Clarke to stare after her.

"Turn around." Clarke said after a time, and he did, although didn't leave. Huffing, Clarke raised her arms and was met with a sharp pain that made her gasp, making Bellamy turn to her.

Clarke flushed again, and mentally kicked herself. It wasn't like she was naked. She had on her pants, boots, and a dirty brown/gray bra, but under his gaze she felt naked. Bellamy smiled.

"Need help, princess?" He almost purred. He was enjoying this. Dick.

"No." Clarke hissed, trying again, but was met with the same pain. Her arms stayed frozen in the air, the shirt simply suspended. Bellamy almost laughed as he walked over and helped pull the shirt over her head, and, Clarke noted, he was extremely mindful of her back.

"There." He whispered in her ear, she shivered. It was unnerving to have him this close.

She found herself staring at the bruising around his throat. "How did you get that?" She asked.

"Avenging delinquent." When she said nothing, he added, "Don't worry about it." And with that, left Clarke sitting on a metal table.

—-

Clarke scrapped her old shirt; taking the sleeves and leaving the rest for possible rags. She set out finding a new one in a pile of clothes from the ones who died in battle. She found a gray one with black sleeves. It was a little big, but it worked. Changing slowly, Clarke made her way to Bellamys tent with his shirt. She found him sleeping soundly, his soft pallet consisting of a orange blanket and the black pelt of a panther. Ironic since Bell and the panther were a lot alike, Clarke thought. They both were dark and fierce.

"It's not nice to stare, Princess." His voice deep and rumbling.

"I came to give you back your shirt." Clarke said, she meant to toss the shirt on the bed, but it missed by a longshot. She looked to catch Bellamy snickering at her, and it made her blood boil.

"How's your back?" He motioned for her to show him. She walked over and sat at the edge of his make-shift bed. She only pulled her shirt halfway, but he pulled it higher until it was almost off again. Following the thick gashes. They must have looked awful, they felt like hell. His fingers were mindful of her wounds, his touch felt like feathers.

She turned to find him closer than she remembered.

His skin was dark and dirty, but she could still see the freckles.

He leaned closer and kissed her. It was quick, his lips moved quickly over hers, tempting her to play along. She almost forgot where she was...and with who.

"Bellamy!" She hissed when she pulled away.

He smiled at her, dark and playful. "What? We chased off Grounders, and survived their attack, I just wanna celebrate." He whispered. Clarke felt a pull towards him and cracked it up to hormones. Everyone was okay for once; and she felt the weight of the world loosen from her shoulders. Why not have a little fun? She kissed him back, parting her lips as his tongue found and explored her mouth She always wondered what he tasted like. He tasted like earth, and iron. He pulled her to his lap carefully, not touching her back. She straddled his him, pulling him into a deeper kiss. It was different kissing Bellamy, he was wilder . Her shirt fell carelessly to the floor, along with the rest of her mind.

—

Clarke opened her eyes, the soft fur under her caressing her stomach. She leaned on her elbows. It was dark, the fires glow filling the tent. Bellamy wasn't there. Clarke ignored the small squeeze of hurt and dressed slowly, making her way to the drop ship.

Raven was sitting, Finn trying to feed her something. Octavia and Bellamy were talking about something the far corner. Clarke felt embarrassed. What the hell was she thinking? Whatever the hell we want was a motto she never wanted to follow.

"Clarke," Bellamy's voice caught her off guard again. She scolded herself.

"What?" He waked over, seemingly as if nothing ever happened between them.

"I need to check you back, nurses orders." He pointed to Octavia who was helping Raven.

"Sure." She turned, yanking her shirt until his fingers caught the fabric.

"Looks dark red" he observed, "should I moonshine it?" There was a smile in his voice.

Dark Red? That was bad, it could be the start of an infection….

"No, I think I need the Poultice." His fingers tightened, then he barked something at a passing kid. He scrambled to find the jar and returned quickly.

Bellamy opened the jar one handed and began to squish it on her back. Clarke squeaked, it was cold against her skin.

"Is that okay?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Hey, look, sorry I wasn't there when you woke up, Octavia needed my help." He was apologizing to her?

"It's okay." Clarke tried to smile.

"I just didnt want you thinking I used you."

"I-" Clarke sputtered, "I don't."

"Good." He said, pulled down her shirt. They were alone now. Octavia went up with Jasper, Monty no doubt with them. Finn helped Raven to her tent, it was just them.

Bellamy spun her so she faced him, backing her against the table. Slowly he put his hands on her face, and kissed her. Clarke felt her heart pound. Bellamy was her partner, but not like this…she didn't need anyone, she lied to herself. No one wants to be alone without someone.

The kiss was slow and deepened with intensity. When he pulled away Clarke felt wobbly. She felt a connection flare up between them. They always had each other to rely on when they led The 100. They fought about everything, but it made them work together in the end. Earth was a messy, complicated place, but at least she wasn't alone. She looked up at him, he looked happy.

"Wow." She smiled, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again.

Off to a complicated start, huh? Oh it gets so much better, Murphy makes an appearence, and Bellamy and Finn fight for who they believe Clarke is. The Ground is dangerous, but not as dangerous as the heart. It's a Love Like War. :) Most chapters are written, so stay tuned and don't forget to Follow, Favorite, and/or Comment! Song above is Love Like War by All Time Low