Clarke and Bellamy each had backpacks. Bellamy brought the food and water, he even brought a bow and arrow for stealth. Clarke brought a blanket. They each had a gun and spare bullets, plus a walkie talkie. Clarke even brought a spare change of clothes for the way home.
Clarke's body was in chills during the cold winter. Her thin jacket barely kept the cold out. As they were walking through the woods there voices weren't very heard. Stopping at a stream they filled their canteens. Clarke wanted to clean her face but the lake's temperature prevented it. Bellamy saw Clarke shiver, her breath clear as day. Bellamy being dressed in both a hoodie and a jacket was wiling to sacrifice one. He took his jacket off and placed it on her while she was bending down by the paused, not moving she allowed Bellamy to rub her warm. Bellamy let go of her arms and resumed walking. Screwing her lid on, she followed quickly.
Clarke caught up to him. "Thanks," she said.
Bellamy looked at her. Her eyes calling to him in every way.
For the first time since they left camp, they walked in sync.
Time passed and before they knew it the sun began to lower.
Bellamy's stomach grumbled. He asked Clarke to stop for a moment as he looked through his the nuts and bread, didn't help. Bellamy wanted something else.
"You okay," she said noticing his hesitation.
"Yeah I just um," Clarke said. He looked at her and thought something else. "You know what, let's hunt," he told her.
Clarke giggled, "Why not."
After they exchanged smiles, Bellamy reached for his arrow across his back. "Ready?" he asked.
Clarke and Bellamy began to walk quietly. They hid behind a bush facing the tree's and plants. Close enough to hear one breath, they sat. Taking out an arrow he put it on the bow. His finger tips placed accordingly.
Clarke and him sat watching, awaiting their meal.
She tapped him for his attention. Then moved her head to point out the deer approaching. The deer walked with such grace and poise. Shame it's dinner. Bellamy focused in. Letting his fingers run back and let go; the arrow shot forward. Striking at the deer it went down moaning. They sprinted to the animal. Thrusting it once more, Bellamy relieved it from it's suffering.
Cutting the meat out, Clarke started a fire. Roasting the meat they sat on the grass. Hearing the crackling of the wood. Seeing the flames thrive in the cold. The fire felt warm, welcoming even. Clarke removed the blanket from her bag. She covered both their legs as they shifted closer to another. Bellamy watched as he turned the meat while Clarke watched him. The way he accommodates for her always is impressive.
"It looks cooked right?" he asked showing her the meat.
"Yeah," she answered with a light sound that travelled through the cold air.
Bellamy took the meat. His mouth opened as his teeth ripped a piece from the bunch. He moved the stick in front of Clarke. Her hand wrapped around it, as she took a bite. The taste was delicious. Fresh meat that they practically needed. As they devoured their food, they sat in silence.
Clarke rubbed her sleeve on her face to clean it. She rested her head on Bellamy. They watched the fire for what seemed like forever.
Bellamy woke up to the sound of twigs snapping. His head shot up to only see a bunny run across the grass.
He glanced down at Clarke who was soundly asleep. Her body appeared relaxed and calm.
She was gorgeous. Everything he could possibly like about a person was Clarke. Her smile, her laugh, her kindness, and her courage. Clarke had it all not to mention he thought she was stunningly beautiful.
Soon later Clarke awoke.
"Morning," she greeted.
"Morning."
The fire was out the wood remained. She kicked the leftover wood as she stretched her body.
"We should get going," Clarke pointed out.
Bellamy stood up. He wiped his hands across his thighs. After rolling the blanket, he handed it to Clarke to put away.
They put their bags on their backs and walked away.
Clarke's feet began to grow weary.
"So, how you been?" Bellamy asked.
Clarke shrugged, "The usual you know."
"Do I?" Bellamy questioned.
"Bellamy, if this is about that day. It was a mistake," Clarke said. Although she wasn't even convinced herself.
"No of course it was," Bellamy lied.
Clarke gulped. The awkwardness turn of the conversation was quite apparent.
"Clarke, just out of curiosity- why do it?" He asked.
"Heat of the moment i guess," Clarke answered with little confidence.
"Yeah I guess," Bellamy oh so willfully agreed.
The two went on there merry way. Laughing and trying to forget about that most recent conversation. The smell of pine and trees softened the mood. Hear and there the two heard the chirping of overly excited birds.
Clarke stumbled while hiking over rocks. Bellamy caught her, and pulled her back up. Thanking him she continued some more. Hours passed and time flew by.
The cold air made winter even worse but it wasn't the most horrible winter compared to last year.
They talked about food, and hobbies. Asking those random questions like what's you're favorite color or what did you want to be when you grew up. Silly things like that.
"Look," Clarke pointed up ahead.
A clearing was there with boulders strategically placed in the center. One taller than the rest. Tree's surrounded the open space. They made it, however they were first which meant they could be easily ambushed.
Clarke sat on one of the gray rocks. Bellamy settled down on the one next to her. They were lumpy rocks but rather chair like. With smooth surface to rest your butt on. And a back rest. However the touch of the skin against the rock gave them chills. It wasn't warm what so ever.
And so they waited and waited. Nobody talked, they wanted to be ready. Clarke had one hand on a gun and the other gripping a knife. Bellamy had his hand on his bow and arrow ready to attack a target far away.
Suddenly the crunch of sticks made them jump. Lexa entered the clearing with two other men. Only two- well as far as they know. One was a guard while the other was her advisor. So Lexa took a seat on the taller boulder. leaving the three in a small circle facing one another.