This is a missing scene for 2x09 because really that campfire scene XD I needed to write it! The muse called! So I hope it's not too bad and please if you read and like, don't hesitate to drop me a line to tell me what you thought!

Also, warning it's a bit smutty.

Campfire

"You should get some rest."

Marcus' words were quiet and barely audible over the low buzz of people chatting around the different campfires. Abby sighed, rubbing her shoulder with one hand and shooting a longing glance at the tent at her back. Her eyes quickly darted back to her daughter though.

"Are you sure she will be safe out there?" she whispered, too aware of the many Grounders roaming around.

Marcus had just stated that Clarke was strong but strong and safe were two different things in her experience.

"As safe as any of us." he told her and it wasn't really reassuring. He bumped his shoulder with hers with a smirk and nodded at the boy who was sitting a little further away. "Besides, it looks like she has her own bodyguard and good luck going through him."

Abby watched Bellamy watching her daughter for a few minutes and then sighed again, not knowing what to think about that either. Ever since they had reunited, she felt out of synch with Clarke. Her daughter had been through too much, she wasn't a child any longer and Abby wasn't quite sure how to deal with that. As for the numerous love interests trailing after Clarke… It was a matter best left for another day.

She stretched and pretended not to notice when Marcus' eyes darted down to her chest and back up.

"Where are you sleeping?" she asked. She didn't like the thought of her people scattered around anymore than she liked the idea of letting Clarke out of her sight. She found herself searching for Marcus more and more ever since they had landed and that was another thing she didn't quite explain herself – that was a lie, of course, she explained it to herself very well, she simply wasn't certain it was a good idea to explore this now of all time.

"Here." he said distractedly and she lifted her eyebrows, shooting him a look of surprise at his straight-forwardness. The lingering looks and constant touching to make sure the other was within arm reach were one thing but a direct invitation to… "I mean in front of the tent, Abby." he clarified, his eyes twinkling with amusement and clearly fighting to keep a smile off his lips. "You're the Chancellor, I can't leave you unguarded. Making sure the Chancellor is safe is part of my job, remember?"

This didn't quite ring true and she felt a teasing smile blossoming on her lips. "So if Thelonious was here and still Chancellor, you would be sleeping in front of his tent and not mine, is that it?"

He gave her a tiny shrug, worrying a twig between his hands. "That's one of the perks of you staying Chancellor."

"What? Guarding my tent instead of his?" she snorted, regretting ever bringing the Jaha subject up at all. That was another problem on the piles of those she had to deal with.

"Well, you're easier on the eye." he teased. The way he was watching her though… He was serious and it made her feel… Good. Better than good, in fact. She wondered if that was one of the things that could be easy down there – not that she was deluding herself into thinking romantic entanglements were different on Earth than on the Ark but…

"Maybe you should sleep inside with me." she blurted out, not letting herself think twice about it. "Keep me warm as well as safe." He accidentally broke the twig in two. He either didn't notice or didn't care because he kept watching her in silence, his eyes intent but soft at the same time. Her heart was racing, she could feel the flush burning her cheeks at the thought that she had read the whole situation wrong – it had been a while since the last time she had last had to deal with flirting and interpreting signs and… "It's cold. Sharing close space is the surest way to avoid hypothermia." she rambled, averting her eyes. "I just thought…"

"Yes." he cut her off softly.

She looked up suddenly, startled by the hand he placed on her arm. It was light but it felt heavy with unspoken promises. She glanced at Clarke but her daughter seemed asleep, Bellamy was still watching her and Raven wasn't far anyway.

"Let's go to bed then." she suggested.

The dark spark that flashed in his eyes was hard to miss. The hand resting on her arm slid down to her wrist when she moved and briefly squeezed before letting go. She stepped inside without further hesitation but he lingered long enough to survey the campsite one last time.

The tent wasn't large, barely big enough for two bedrolls lying side by side, and once he zipped the lapels closed it seemed even tinier. They were lacking a bedroll but she didn't state the obvious, she sat on her blankets and stared at him instead, blinking in the semi-darkness. He was second-guessing now, she could tell, crouching next to the entrance, watching her watching him.

It was awkward and ridiculous and she laughed.

"I feel like a kid." she confessed.

"They're smoother than we are." he snorted, reaching out to brush her hair away from her face. His fingers trailed on her cheek. "I'm rusty when it comes to seducing."

"Were you ever good at it?" she grinned.

He took the taunt for the joke it was and snorted. "Not when you're concerned, obviously."

She laughed again. "Oh, so arresting me was a seduction tactic, right?" He looked pained for a second and looked down and she stopped laughing fast. "Marcus…"

"I'm sorry." he whispered.

"I know." she offered, cupping his face.

"Abby…" he breathed out.

She kissed her name from his lips. How long had it been since she had felt a mouth pressed against hers? A year? More than that? She had lost count somewhere down the line. Thoughts of Jake filtered through her mind and she broke the kiss, the guilt renewed by Clarke's new awareness of what had really happened.

"Are you okay?" Marcus asked. He was looking at her with some worry and a small amount of suspicion as if he knew where her mind had wandered to. "Abby, we don't have to…" She kissed the rest of that sentence away. She wanted this. She had no doubt about it. Jake, like the guilt, needed to be left in the past where they belonged. "Abby…" he insisted, between two kisses, but when she tugged him down, he didn't resist and her name soon turned into a plea on his lips. "Abby…"

His vest and shirt were the first to go, closely followed by her own jacket. His lips roamed down her jaw, accidentally finding the spot under her ear that made her moan. She could feel his smirk against her skin when he nibbled on the soft skin there, trying to get a repeat of the sound. She buried her fingers in his hair, throwing her head back when his hand found her breast.

Clothes were in the way and they almost tore them apart in their haste to get rid of them. His touch was gentle but eager, impatient almost. When the last barrier of fabric was gone and he dropped a kiss between her breasts, she dug her nails in his shoulder blades, getting ready for the next step.

"Marcus…" she breathed out when he nudged her legs wider apart. He nuzzled her neck in answer, lining their bodies in a way that left her gasping in anticipation. "Marcus, I need…"

"What?" he asked, lavishing her throat with hot kisses. "Anything. Everything."

"Slow." she requested. "It's been… Slow, I need slow."

He lifted his head to meet her eyes and she felt stupid for even doubting he would have done anything but take it slowly. He wouldn't have risked hurting her, she understood implicitly.

"Don't worry." he promised. "I've got you, Abby."

And she trusted him.

The rest was a blur of sensations, almost overwhelming.

She would have cried out in pleasure, forgetting about the fact that the tent wasn't exactly soundproof and that her daughter was lying not too far away, if Marcus hadn't muffled her scream with a kiss. He followed her over the edge quickly enough and remained slumped over her, panting. She didn't mind. She petted his hair, trying to find her own breathing back.

"When Thelonious came back…" she said and let her sentence trail off.

He propped himself on his elbow, relieving her of his weight, and looked down at her with fondness and amusement. "For the record, you talking about another man when we just had sex doesn't do much for my ego."

She rolled her eyes, her lips twitching but her own amusement faded fast.

"When Thelonious came back and you didn't… I thought you might be dead." she insisted. "I hated it. Don't do that to me again."

"When Diana stole the Exodus ship... When everything blew up… I thought you were gone too." he replied. "And I hated it so maybe… Try to stay clear of power hungry ex-Chancellors, please."

"That's it. No more getting kidnapped by crazy people." she decided, wrinkling her nose.

He kissed the tip of it. "Next time we get kidnapped together or not at all."

"Not at all sounds good to me." she grinned, craning her neck to steal a kiss. "Let's go with not at all."