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Bellamy leaned down, spinning two sticks together and blowing, trying desperately to start a fire. Cold winds roared down from the trees, thwarting his attempts.
"Dammit," he growled.
Clarke glanced back into the clearing, holding onto some branches to be used for firewood. She walked over, dropping the wood beside Bellamy. He jumped a little at the sound before looking up to see Clarke standing beside him. He scowled at her and went back to the fire.
Clarke knelt down, "Here, let me try," she insisted, moving her hands to take the sticks from him.
"What makes you think you can get it started in all this wind?"
"Well, we both know you can't," she retorted. Bellamy rolled his eyes and leaned back, watching her hunch over the fire, trying to shield the sticks from the wind.
Her blonde hair blew around her face in the wind and Bellamy found himself fixated with watching the strands of hair. He shook his head forcefully as he heard her groan in frustration.
He smirked at her as she pulled herself back and sat beside him, "Now we know that we both can't." He said.
Ignoring him, she looked around, searching for inspiration, "There has to be a way to get the fire started before the wind blows it out."
Bellamy shivered as the wind blew again, rubbing his arms up and down, "It's not like we're inside to start the fire."
Clarke grabbed his arm and squeezed, "That's it, Bellamy!" She rushed over to their packs and pulled out the sleeping bags that they had taken from the hidden bunkers weeks earlier. Unzipping them, she attached the bottoms of each sleeping bag and pulled the zippers up, making one larger sleeping bag.
"Come here," she instructed Bellamy. Begrudgingly, he got to his feet and walked over to her.
"If we both lean down by the fire and you hold the sleeping bag around us, it'll be like a makeshift tent. Hopefully it will shield the wind long enough for the fire to grow." She pushed the sleeping bag toward Bellamy and made her way back over to the fire pit.
"Why don't you hold the sleeping bag and I'll start the fire? I wouldn't want you to get burned, Princess," He taunted. It was Clarke's turn to roll her eyes, "Because you're bigger than me—you can hold the sleeping bag out further than I could to give more room for the fire. And so neither one of us gets burned," She added irritably.
Bellamy sighed and crouched down by the fire pit again. He pulled the sleeping bag over their heads. Clarke looked up at him, "Spread your arms out as far as they'll go. The more room, the better." Bellamy gave her a long look before stretching out his arms.
"This is ridiculous," he muttered. She looked up, a small smile on her lips. Bellamy tottered under the weight of the sleeping bag, and he had to move to keep his balance.
"Ridiculous, but warm," she reasoned. She got to work on the fire again. As she leaned down below him, Bellamy found himself again transfixed with her yellow hair. Even in the dim light, it still seemed to glow, still seemed bright.
"Dammit," he murmured angrily. "What?" Clarke asked.
"Nothing," Bellamy grunted, choosing to stare straight ahead now.
After a few moments of silence, Bellamy's arms began to ache. He was about to collapse the tent on them when Clarke cleared her throat, "Listen, Bellamy. I've been meaning to talk to you about the other day…with Finn…" she trailed off, focused on her work.
A sarcastic response played in his mind, but Bellamy bit his tongue: he knew Clarke well enough by now to know that teasing her was not always the best decision. He swallowed the words down.
"I…just, I'm sorry," she stuttered.
Bellamy was careful not to move a muscle as he saw a thin trail of smoke begin to form from Clarke's hands.
"Look, Princess, you don't owe me an explanation," he began.
Clarke leaned in closer to the fire and blew softly. The smoke spun upwards and tiny sparks of red and orange shown from beneath the branches. A strong gust of wind fluttered the sleeping bag and they held their breath as the flames sputtered, but stayed alive.
Clarke sat up straighter, turning her face to look up at Bellamy, "I just didn't want you to think that there was some…other motive for what I did."
More flames sprung up in the fire pit, small, but growing. The light bounced off Clarke's hair and Bellamy's body moved forward on its own accord. His arms moved down, pulling the sleeping bag in and enclosing them around the fire, "What kind of motive?"
Clarke felt her face heat up. Clenching her jaw she looked him straight in the eyes, "It won't happen again."
A long moment stretched between them. Bellamy's eyes darted to her lips and he shifted ever so closer to her. Clarke began counting the freckles on his face, trying to keep her mind occupied with anything but the way he had looked at her mouth.
He was too close now, "What if it did?" he asked, his voice low. They were just a few inches apart now. The fire was slowly growing, heating up the inside of the sleeping bag tent.
Clarke saw him look down at her mouth again and she knew he was going to kiss her. Bellamy's eyes were almost shut as he moved to close the space between them—
"Bellamy?!" came a scared voice from outside their tent. Bellamy jerked back from Clarke, grabbing her arms to steady them, "Octavia?"