Okay so I wasn't going to add onto this really, but I did anyways. Enjoy!

When Bellamy opened his eyes, the port window was shining sunlight directly onto his face.

He squinted his eyes, raising an arm to shield his face. He never slept in long enough for the sun to rise, but now that he has, he silently cursed himself for picking this bed.

When his eyes adjusted to the sun, he glanced to Clarke asleep beside him. His arm was under her neck, and she was on her back, her head turned to rest her cheek on his bicep. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Bellamy reached down to grab the covers, raising them higher on her chest.

Her blonde hair was strewn over the pillow above Bellamy's arm, which she was using as a pillow instead of the actual pillow. A few strands fell by her face, framing it like a halo. Clarke looked peaceful as she slept, her pink lips parted as she breathed, her light skin smooth, a contrast against his tanned arm. Freckles were blossoming on her nose and across her cheeks, and Bellamy found them mesmerizing.

She sighed in her sleep, rolling onto her side. An arm was thrown over Bellamy's waist as she moved closer unconsciously, her head now on his shoulder.

Bellamy wrapped his arms around her, threading his fingers as gently as he could through her tangled hair, trying desperately not to wake her. By the looks of it, she hasn't gotten much sleep since she left the 100 almost three months ago.

He always thought it was weird how close they've gotten in such a short amount of time. Four months. In four short months, ever since they landed on Earth, he's found a best friend in her. A co-leader. A companion.

A lover.

He thought back to a time, when his feelings first changed about her. It was in the forest, when she euthanized Atom after he was stuck in the acid fog. Bellamy shuddered at the memory, closing his eyes. He was admittingly wrong about her, initially thinking she couldn't survive on Earth.

He realized he had a crush on her when they were in the bunker about a week or two after they landed and found the guns. Bellamy wasn't sure what drew him to her. Maybe her hair was extra shiny that day, or her face was clearer, or her smile was brighter. Whatever it was,

His feelings came the night that they slept in the forest with Octavia. He remembers the fire crackling in front of him, and all he could do was think about Clarke as she slept next to him. It was humid and cold, and he wanted to make sure she was warm enough.

Clarke snored, and Bellamy suppressed a laugh.

He kissed her forehead before settling back down on his cot. He was about to close his eyes, but something caught his eye.

Across the room, the problem lied with Monty's cot. The bed was made, standard procedure, but the blanket at the foot of the bed was moved from where it was last night.

He was here.

With wide eyes, Bellamy pried himself from Clarke's grip as gently as possible, relieved she was still asleep as he stood from the cot. He slipped on his pants and shirt and tied his boots before leaving the room, making sure to lock the door before he went to go find Monty.

How could he be so stupid?! Why the hell didn't he lock the goddamn door last night? Bellamy's mind was racing and his blood was boiling as he walked through Arcadia's corridors as quickly as he could without making anyone suspicious of his intentions. Sure, Monty knew Clarke, but she was practically an enemy now. He was able to shove it aside for the time being, because he loved her, but the others, including Pike? He wasn't so sure they would forgive her as easily as he did.

He practically burst through the mechanic shop's doors, ignoring Raven and Jasper's curious glances.

"What are you doing, Bellamy?" Raven asked after him, putting down whatever the hell she was working on, but she didn't get an answer.

Bellamy spotted Monty with Miller standing in the corner of the room at the same time Monty spotted him, and by the look on his face, Monty instantly knew what Bellamy wanted.

"Bellamy, I-"

"Let's go," Bellamy interrupted him, grabbing his elbow, pulling him out of the room. He got Monty past some of The 100, and he didn't care how crazy he was acting when he shoved Monty in a corner, sticking a finger in his face.

"You don't tell anyone about what you saw, Monty. Got it?"

Monty blinked. "Bellamy... Clarke's my friend too. Me and you are on the same page. I wouldn't rat her out to Pike."

Bellamy put his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes with his palms as he stepped back slightly, easing his anger off of Monty. Monty sighed in relief, rubbing the back of his neck.

"She came back for you, you know."

Bellamy looked back at his friend. "How do you know?"

"She forced Octavia to sneak her into Arcadia," Monty told him, lowering his voice when a couple guards walked past them. "I saw her briefly, me and Jasper did, but she didn't want anything to do with me. She wanted you."

"Yeah," Bellamy chuckled, an edge to his voice. "Because she knew I would forgive her."

Monty looked at him for a moment. "You really think that's the only reason she came back to you? Just because she knew you would be the one she should get forgiveness from?"

"Forgiveness is kind of our thing." Bellamy meant it as a joke, but his voice faltered when he remembered Clarke leaving Camp Jaha after the incident at Mt. Weather.

"She came back because she wanted to. Now I won't tell Pike, or anyone for that matter about her being here, but we have to keep her a secret. Leaving the door unlocked while the two of you did... whatever the hell the two of you did, isn't the way to do it."

Bellamy felt heat rise to his cheeks and ears. "I didn't mean to leave it unlocked. I kind of wasn't thinking clearly at that point."

Monty stifled a stiff laugh, and it made Bellamy happy. Although he was still sad around the eyes, Monty was at least trying to return to what he once was.

Bellamy patted his shoulder. "I need to get back to Clarke, to make sure she's okay. She was sleeping when I left."

Monty nodded. "I'll report for you. Pike won't notice you aren't on parole until around 1600, so please get there on time."

Bellamy was quick to return to his barrack, and when he slid the door open, remembering to lock it behind him, he saw Clarke slipping on her pants. He chuckled, watching her try to keep her balance as she stood on one leg, trying to stick her foot in the leg hole.

"Need help?" He smirked. She glanced up at him, narrowing her eyes.

"Ha-ha," She said sarcastically, but a small smile graced her lips as she buttoned her pants, grabbing her shirt from the floor and slipping it over her head. Bellamy walked over to her as she flipped her hair out of the neck of her shirt, and he kissed her cheek as his fingers brushed her neck.

"Monty knows you're here," He said gently, and she froze.

"No," She said, shaking her head as a hand came up to wrap around his wrist, her eyes wide. "No. Only Octavia and you were supposed to know. How did he find out?" Her eyes narrowed again. "Did you tell him?"

"What? No," He said, dropping his hand from her neck. "He came in last night when you were here, I forgot to lock the door."

Clarke sat back down on the bed, looking at her hands. There wasn't a way to get out of Arcadia, she realized. Sure, Octavia snuck her in, but that was before. If Monty knew, Pike knew. Monty was horrible under pressure. Pike would find out about her eventually. Crap.

"Look," Bellamy sighed as if reading her thoughts, sitting down next to her. He took her hand in his, playing with her fingers above his lap. "We'll find away to let you stay here. I'll convince Pike to pardon you, or something."

She looked at him. "Do you have that power to do that? Aren't you just a guard?"

Bellamy shrugged. "Yes. But I'm also his right-hand man. He trusts me and trusts my judgement... A lot of things changed in the past couple months, Clarke. You just weren't here to see it until now."

Clarke swallowed, closing her eyes before leaning her head on Bellamy's shoulder. She never really liked when he called her anything other than Princess. Although, yes, her name was Clarke, she usually only wanted her mom or her friends to call her that. Bellamy was different. She liked the name he gave her, when they first landed on Earth.

Bellamy let go of her, moving his hand to the inside of her thigh, rubbing up and down comfortingly.

"I'm the reason he was voted into the chancellor position, aren't I?" Clarke asked. Bellamy hesitated. "Be honest, please."

"Indirectly," He said, choosing his words carefully, remembering to be honest. "But yes. I think so. You leaving camp left a hole in the group... Your mom tried to fill it, and so did Kane, Sinclair and Lincoln, but they couldn't. Pike was voted in at a time of weakness. It was what the people needed. We missed you, but we were angry. So we voted him in."

Clarke just nodded. She understood, or at least she thinks she does. Guilt pulled at her heart, but she suppressed it. It was her fault all of this had happened. The Grounders would still be in an alliance with them if it wasn't for Pike. She had to make things right, starting with him. She swallowed, looking up at him. "I'm ready to set things straight."

"Come on, Princess," Bellamy said softly, standing up. He offered his hand, and she accepted it. "Let's bring you to Pike."

Okay, this is all I'm adding to the story! I just wanted to add more to it than just sex, if that makes sense. I hope you enjoyed!