A/N: Just wanted to thank you all for the lovely reviews. I forgot to do that last chapter and wanted to kick myself. Booo. Anywho! Seeing how it is Wednesday I thought it was appropriate to update it again. Bellarke filled chapter of fluffy goodness. Reviews are always welcome and appreciated. Thanks all!

"Clarke?"

How many minutes had passed since she had last spoken? Clarke was completely unaware of the time. She had fallen into this trance, hypnotized by the very being that was Bellamy. There were a lot of little things that his body would do, even in the purest of silences. Without the pressure to put up a façade for the rest of the camp she had finally felt as if she were seeing the real Bellamy, the real rebel leader. When he had no one to scowl at, his bottom lip actually rested in a pout. When his brows weren't furrowed in discontent, the dark circles under his eyes begged for a rest. Caked in dirt and sweat, he looked younger than when she had first laid eyes upon him.

"You should get some sleep."

This strange state of contentment that she had found herself in made her completely oblivious to his words. She could hear the softness in his voice but she was not truly listening. It was the exhaustion, which of course would have been the only logical explanation.

"I'm sorry." The words were no louder than a whisper and for the first time in what had felt like an eternity her eyes finally drifted up to meet his.

"I thought royalty didn't apologize."

The moment felt all too intimate to be alluding to a nickname given to her by the one person she sought to escape. The entire situation felt odd for Clarke. She never planned on getting so physically close to Bellamy.

"I'm not royalty, just another criminal exiled from society."

"You know Clarke," Bellamy touched a warm hand to her face, brushing away a few stray strands of blonde hair that had seemingly gone unnoticed for the majority of the night. "Whether you care to admit it or not, you'll always be my princess."

Clarke was completely flustered. Within a matter of seconds her cheeks were hot and she was forcing away a giddy smile. Bellamy on the other hand had simply been admiring his work. The familiar sinful grin overcame the purity of his face and Clarke realized this was all a game to him. He was more charming than she would give him credit for, it was actually quite dangerous.

"Oh please." Clarke rolled her eyes. The fun had gone far enough. She was not playing into his game of seduction. "I'm sure all the girls you end up in bed with get called princess." Coming out of her mouth, the name came with a tone of anger; anger that could only be associated to Finn.

In comparison, Bellamy and Finn weren't that different. They both enjoyed playing hero. They both enjoyed using unwarranted nicknames and best of all, they both enjoyed using women. It was all making sense to Clarke, why she suddenly found Bellamy so alluring. For a split second, she saw the innocence that Finn had possessed. She saw the human connection she so desperately craved.

"No." The grin vanished from his face. His tone suddenly becoming serious. "I'm responsible for the deaths of over three hundred people. I'm responsible for the death of Wells and the corruption of a young child." Bellamy's gaze fell to the lips of Clarke but he continued on. "I tortured a man who saved my sister."

Those were the words that needed to be said. Their eyes had found one another and once more an understanding had been reached. Bellamy was not the man he tried to be, not at all. If one were to define the word criminal, the true monster between the two of them was Bellamy. That was a fact that they both understood but Clarke found herself taking credit for half of those actions he had claimed fault to. He was not the only leader in camp, he was not the only one who held responsibility.

"Bell-"

"No Clarke. Those girls I sleep with, they think I'm a hero. But you," he inched closer to her, making the distance between them even more intimate than it had already been. "You know the truth."

It was a realization they had both come across. If they were going to share power, they needed to trust one another. They needed to believe in each other. Through all the horrors of the Earth, they needed to be able to lean on one another, no matter the differences.

"That is why you are my princess."

Clarke didn't know what to say. Words more romantic than they had meant to be, words that would never come out of Finn's mouth. Her confusion about Bellamy had resurfaced. He was a man of many faces, a man full of emotion. The silence between them settled, leaving the beat of the water drops to create the mood. Clarke felt as if her heart was going to explode. She was nervous; she was so god damn nervous. The body heat they had been sharing seamlessly drained from her body. Her lips trembled with a nervous chill, only finding warmth from the breath of Bellamy. Was he inching closer? She could have sworn that he was inching closer. Their gaze remained locked while the distance between their lips grew shorter.

Clarke's mind scrambled for words but Bellamy's piercing gaze had overcome her logical thinking. That gloriously pouty lip was closer than she could have ever wanted it. Their noses hovered in front of each other, lingering in the pure intimacy of the moment. Clarke knew exactly what was going to happen next. Her heart fluttered and her eyes closed. She wanted to feel his lips on her own. She wanted to feel that human connection again. The sound of his steady breaths pulled closer, the radiating waves of warmth coming from his mouth hit her lips the second he exhaled. He was so close, so very close.

"I slept with Finn." The words pained her. Instantly her brows furrowed and her eyes fluttered open directly meeting the sweet gaze of Bellamy.

Clarke regretted her words but it was too late to take them back. Why did she say such a thing at such a moment? Why did she feel inclined to tell him? Her nervous lips trembled once more but Bellamy did not move back. He kept his face close to her, the intimacy oozing with confusion.

"The night before Raven landed." She could feel her heartbeat even faster. The look in his eyes was not one of judgment so why did she keep talking? "I felt used. Abandoned." Clarke inched back, widening the distance between their faces. "I needed a break and we needed supplies." So there they were.

Bellamy's expression never changed. He didn't even move, not toward her, not away from her. Clarke couldn't tell if he was disappointed that she had ruined the moment, or relieved that she had finally opened up to him. The possibilities seemed endless. Without words, there was nothing to judge his emotion and so once more the silence between them settled.

After a decent amount of time had passed, Bellamy rolled over onto his back, still silent on the whole Finn revelation. His lack of an answer could practically parallel the feeling Clarke got when she saw Raven and Finn together.

"Goodnight." She whispered the word under her breath, suddenly feeling ashamed of recent events. She placed a hand on the tarp that made up the makeshift bed, it felt cold to the touch like the air between them.

"Clarke." Bellamy turned his head to look at her but her eyes made no effort to meet his.

Without much of a thought, he reached a hand out to connect with the one she had placed on the tarp. His fingers curled around the palm of her hand, his thumb falling into a soothing caress.

"We might not see eye to eye or feel the same way about one another but I can promise you, as long as my heart still beats I won't abandon you. Guard's honor."