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Clarke glares at Bellamy’s back, half tempted to stick her tongue out at him.
“Stupid, cocky, hot asshole. Can’t tell me what to do.”
And with that Clarke is hit with a burst of inspiration and she stomps towards a tree.
He wants to be a dick, fine but she doesn’t have to obey his rules.
She plops down at the tree’s trunk, arms crossed over her chest.
It only takes Bellamy a minute or two to realize that she’s not behind, and he whirls around, gun raised, scanning the forest for the potential threat that dared to touch her.
She watches as the worry on his face turns into annoyance as he spots her sitting at the tree trunk.
“Clarke.”
She wiggles slightly in her place, she prides herself in being a leader, in not being one of the girls who visited his tent but she can appeal when he growls her name like that.
He stalks toward her, like a lion hunting his prey and she tosses her hair, matching his annoyance with indifference.
“What are you doing?”
She rolls her eyes and Bellamy lets out a little huff.
“Sitting.”
His hand flexes around the gun and Clarke’s eyes dart towards it, memorized by the movement, by the realization that his hands could easily throw her over his shoulders.
“We need to be heading back to camp. You got the plants you wanted.”
“After you rushed me. You said so yourself, we are ahead of schedule, since you told them not to expect us for a few hours. “
“What part of the fact that everything around us wants to kills us do you not understand?”
“Not everything”, she holds up a bunch of leaves, and then opens her palms, the chilly wind grabbing a hold of the leaves, whisking them through the air, the colors dancing in the wind and as always it takes her breath away..
Clarke has only every dreamed about the leaves changing colors.
“The leaves don’t want to kill me, you don’t want to kill me.”
Bellamy huffs, muttering, “That’s debatable.”
She chooses to ignore that.
“Look nothing is trying to kill us and you have your gun, Can we please sit down and enjoy the leaves, just for a few minutes.”
“A few minutes is all the grounders need to strike.”
Clarke’s shoulders slump and she sighs.
“I guess you’re right, we should-“
She trails off as Bellamy sighs loudly.
“Fine, I give up.”
Clarke watches, blue eyes wide as Bellamy settles himself next to her, back against the trunk.
He tilts his head back, eyes closed and Clarke can’t help but admire the sharpness of his jaw, the jagged cut on the corner of his lip.
“What you looking at Princess?”
Her cheeks flush and she immediately turns her eyes to the trees in front of them, the leaves red and gold, bare spots where the leaves have already fallen.
“Nothing.”
He doesn’t say anything and after a few minutes of silence, she sneaks a peek out of the corner of her eyes only to find him looking at her.
She lets out a soft gasp or surprise and her eyes dart forward, cheeks warm and red as Bellamy chuckles.
Despite the fact that it’s the middle of autumn and winter is quickly approaching as is the question whether or not they will survive it is on everyone’s mind, Clarke can’t help but love the season.
It’s beautiful, the bright blues and greens of summer being replaced with the warms reds and golds of autumn- it reminds her of Bellamy- the warmth, and if the golden leaves reminds her of the golden flecks in his eyes, well she is an artist.
She likes pretty things.
She loves the watching the leaves change color, watching them fall to the ground, decorating it like a bright warm blanket.
She likes the nights by the fire, Bellamy’s body next to hers, his body heat keeping her warm against the chilly air.
She especially loves it when it lulls her to sleep, safety and warmth that only he can bring to her.
Some nights, he picks her up and carries her to bed, she squeezes her eyes shut as she nuzzles his neck and forces herself not to reach for him when he tucks her in, brushing her hair back and pulling the blanket to her neck.
The nights and days are getting colder, a wind always present in the air, making them shiver.
Today has been a rare warm day but not she can feel the chill and she shivers, moving slightly to soak up Bellamy’s warmth.
“Cold Princess?”
He’s mocking her and she scoots away, “No.”
She lets out a little squeak as sudden she’s being dragged back towards Bellamy and then he’s moving and suddenly his legs and arms are on either side of her and she’s being pulled into a strong chest, her ass pressed against him.
She’s stiff as a board at first but the warmth of his body, the way he holds her, and the fact that it’s Bellamy has her relaxing.
Together they sit in silence, watching the colorful leaves dance in the wind. Simply enjoy the day, enjoying the fact that they are alive, and enjoying being this close to one another.
Clarke can feel Bellamy’s heart racing, she can feel him grunt as she wiggles around, can feel him swallow, his cock harden, pressing against her.
“Clarke.”
She can hear something in his voice, something that her insides fluttering, her heart racing.
She moves again and his hands wrap around her thighs, pulling them apart slightly and she whimpers, a high and needy sound, as her body flushes, need for him coursing through her veins.
She can feel his breath against her skin.
“Do not start something you do not intend to finish, Princess. Disobey me again and I will have you over my lap, your little ass up, panties down as I punish you the way a little brat like you deserves to be punished.”
Clarke trembles with desire and turns her head, lips skimming his jaw.
“Is that a promise?”
“Your ass will be as red as those leaves you like so much.”
“As red as the apples you love?”
“Careful Princess, unlike spacewalker, I do bite.”