Bellamy looked up, amused, at Clarke where she was concentrating on his chest. She had her eyebrows scrunched and lips pursed, making her look mad, as she moved the stethoscope head across his chest. The medic noticed him staring and tried not to smile at the smirk he was giving her.

"Bellamy, stop you're distracting me." She playfully covered his eyes but let him brush her hand away and went back to listening to his lungs. They were clearer than they were yesterday but she would have preferred them to be clear completely.

"So how am I looking doc?" He finished off by coughing harshly, wincing as the deep bursts rattled his ribs and hurt his already raw throat.

Clarke winced in sympathy and rubbed his back till he settled.

"Not as good as I'd like but much better than before. I know the coughing hurts but it's actually helping to clear your lungs and as long as you keep drinking that tea I made you you'll be better in no time."

Clarke draped the stethoscope around her shoulders and tugged on both ends as she rolled her shoulders. Bellamy breathed out a laugh being careful not to trigger another coughing fit.

"You look like a real doctor now with that thing around your neck."

"Well I ought to be, saving your ass this often." Clarke smiled, loving that she got to have these little conversations with her co-leader again. Bellamy smiled with serious eyes, seemingly thinking the same thing. Laughing a bit at himself the soldier cleared his throat and snuck a look up at Clarke.

"So I heard Octavia threatened to kill you if you didn't fix me." Clarke let out a laugh and Bellamy smiled, glad she thought it was funny rather than taking it as another reason to feel guilty.

"Yes, she was quite determined to save you. She made me promise to do everything I possibly could to make you better. Of course I would have done it anyway even if she hadn't threatened me. She loves you a lot."

Bellamy didn't miss what she'd said in the middle. She would have done anything to make him better.

"Yeah I love her a lot too. She tried to take care of me after….. everything. I still get the nightmares; memories of the mountain, but it's not so bad. I just needed time to process everything and make everything normal again. It was just hard to forget all the people we lost and not to feel guilty for being alive and safe at the expense of their lives."

He didn't know why he was telling her this, maybe he just wanted her to understand why he had gotten so sick.

"It wasn't O's fault I was like I was. It wasn't yours either. I just wasn't thinking straight."

Clarke nodded.

"I have nightmares too and I haven't forgotten those we lost either; our people or the innocent ones in Mount Weather. But don't worry, I'm here to knock some sense into your head now and I'm not planning on leaving again."

Bellamy smiled, trying not to let his elation show too much. She could see it in his eyes anyway.

"Good."

He took her hand and held it between both of his, massaging her fingers as he looked at her.

"I'm glad you're back. And thank you for saving me Clarke, I know it mustn't' have been easy to give up what you had in the forest just to come back here." He had his puppy face on and Clarke shook her head, looking at their hands rather than his eternally sad eyes.

"I did like it there but I had to come back sometime. I realized being alone made it harder to feel safe, it was making me turn into the hard person that pulled that lever in the mountain rather than bringing me back to who I was. Am. I needed to face what I'd done rather than run from it. And Bellamy-" She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and couldn't hold back the tremors in her voice.

Everything she had wanted to say to him from the moment she was back in camp came tumbling out.

"I'm so sorry for leaving you. For making you take care of everyone by yourself, it wasn't fair of me. You pulled that lever with me and I should have been here. You could have died, I'm so sorry." She was crying now and Bellamy pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her as she tucked her small body to his.

"It's okay, you're here now that's all that matters. You came back." Clarke hugged her soldier tightly and sniffled, trying to stop her tears.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to.." She tried to pull away but he snuggled her closer, slipping his hands around her waist and closing his eyes as he held her.

"Let's just stay for a little while longer. I missed you Clarke." She smiled and closed her eyes as she pressed against him, warm and solid and safe.

"I missed you too."

When they parted Bellamy wore a gentle smile and used a finger to catch a stray tear from her chin.

"All better."

Clarke looked at him, his dark, deep eyes and his curly hair that framed his freckled face. He wore a smile on his soft lips, one that made the edges of his eyes crinkle just a little bit and Clarke decided that this was her favorite smile. It was a smile that said he could see every part of her, good and bad, all the dark corners of her soul, and he loved it all. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, to embrace his lips with her own and run her fingers through his hair as he held her and kissed her back.

The medic realized she was staring at his lips as she bit her own and she blushed and looked at her feet while Bellamy chuckled. He was blushing too because he had been staring at her eyes. They held the world and shone with such beauty and ferocity that he was sure he could get lost in them. But what he loved most about them, was the way she looked at him; like he was hers, the way he wanted to be.

She was standing so close to him and he was still amazed that she was even there, with him. Her hair was longer and she was skinnier than when he had last seen her but she was there. He lifted a cautious hand to where her hair was swinging in front of him, the golden strands catching some of the light that shone through the tent. She was beautiful.

Bellamy caught a lock of her trailing hair, playing with the strands and weaving them between his gentle fingers. She moved a few inches closer so he could feel her breathe on his face while his own, shallow puffs of air, warmed Clarke's neck. It was a gentle moment, so intimate yet innocent and it occurred to Bellamy that, if he looked up now, he would be close enough for his lips to brush hers. But he knew if he did he would kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so badly, he wanted to feel her chest heaving beneath his hands as he held her, their lips locked together, his hands on her back. But Clarke was too important for him to scare away.

Clarke watched as Bellamy played with her hair, his eyes showing thoughts far more complicated than anything hair related and she wanted him to tell her what he looked so hopeful yet somber about. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and chest, her knees felt weak and she was breathing harder than normal. She wanted him to look up just then, in that moment where she felt so close to him, so that they could look into each other's eyes and see everything. She knew she'd always find her answers in his eyes, no matter the question. His lips parted slowly and his tongue slid along them before he captured his bottom lip between his teeth. Clarke watched intently as she unknowingly did the same.

Her hands, where they were hanging at her sides, captured his, stilling his movements in her hair and capturing his attention. She slid one had from his wrist to his palm to hold it softly while the other made its way to his other shoulder, the muscles moving quietly under hand.

"Princess." The soft whisper made Clarke's heart beat faster and she stared at his face till he finally raised his head to look at her. She was standing in the space between his legs as he sat on the bed, making her feel surrounded in him, safe. She looked in his bright eyes, so close to her that his nose brushed hers.

Bellamy took in Clarke now that her face was almost touching his, she was holding his hand and her touch on his skin was like fire, as if she was the one that had a fever. The soldier pressed his thighs to her hips, holding her between them, and saw a small smile touch her lips. Her lips, so close to his, whispered his name, like a sigh and he was gone. He tipped his face forward, her lips brushing his as her breathed her in. His hands found her waist, sliding over her ribs and to her back, she was so solid and real beneath his hands he had no doubt this was reality, even though it felt like a dream.

His lips brushed hers again and she moved closer, capturing his lips in hers, so gently. She was so soft and Bellamy had to hold himself back from all that he wanted to do with her. She moved under his hands and he returned her kiss with the passion he felt every time he saw her. Clarke melted at his touch and lost herself in their quiet moment, while Bellamy lost himself just as she did.

With their eyes closed, touch helped them to see, and all they saw was each other.

Bellamy soaked on his Princess and thought, in a brief moment of clarity in the bliss he was in, almost dying was worth it to get Clarke back.