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True to Lincoln’s word, the snow came sooner than anyone had expected. The first day it came, Clarke had woken to a white blanket covering the ground; there wasn’t a lot of it, just enough to make everything white. And it was still falling from the sky. People had danced around in it, reveling in the cold beauty of it. The few grounders who had been helping to build sturdier, warmer structures inside the Dropship’s grounds had shaken their heads at the Sky People and their childish antics, but no one had paid them any mind.
However, it had been winter for a long time and Clarke was growing tired of the cold. She snuggled further into the furs of her jacket. It had been a long hike from Exodus and she was ready for some dinner by the fire in her and Bellamy’s tiny, one room cabin; saving on space by doubling up had been the “official” reasoning behind their sharing. Their friends had just rolled their eyes.
Bellamy? she called.
Almost home, Princess?
Yeah. Just wondering where you were and the chances of you having a warm meal for me ready.
She could hear the laughter in his response. You’d have to ask Murphy about the meal. I was hunting, hoping to get us a little more meat, but nothing risked coming out of its hole. I’ll head back now? Meet you by the food?
Sounds like a plan, she told him. And began to form her own plan. When she had first been taught how to fight by Bellamy she had told him that she would get the drop on him one day. She knew where he liked to hunt and if he was headed back to camp, maybe she could sneak up on him and finally get him.
She veered slightly west and sped her step. She just had to time this right. Once she had reached her intended destination she shimmied up a tree and settled in the low branches to wait. She idly shielded her thoughts the best should could. She just hoped he wasn’t seeking them out because her plans and position would be given away in an instant.
But before long, a curly head walked into her line of sight, one that seemed none the wiser to her hiding spot. Calmly biding her time, she waited until he had just taken a step past her and pounced, launching herself out of the tree. As expected, Bellamy instinctively rolled with the attack. But she managed to retain the upper hand.
Clarke looked down at the man she had pinned under her, straddling his legs, and holding his shoulders to the ground with her hands. “Got’cha,” she crowed happily. “Told you I’d get the drop on you one day.”
Bellamy laughed, his hair mussed with snow from the short roll. “Who says I didn’t let you pin me?”
Clarke frowned, this hadn’t occurred to her. “It’s not in your nature to let someone else win,” she argued.
“Who says I’m not winning right now? I’m pretty happy with the position I’m in,” he smirked and gave her a once over, rolling his hips for emphasis.
She huffed and sat back on her heels, still straddling him. “Fuck you. I totally got the drop on you.”
He waggled his eyebrows, “Definitely not objecting to that idea.” The next she knew she was being flipped onto her back.
She stared up at him where he had her pinned beneath him, a wide grin filling up his face. “I think I get your point,” she smiled, tugging him a little closer, “this is a pretty nice position to be in.”
She ran her fingers through his hair and that was all the encouragement he needed to close the distance and seal her lips with a kiss. Clarke continued to kiss him, until a little impish thought formed. She closed her right hand around a handful of snow on the ground.
“Don’t you fucking even think about it,” Bellamy warned pulling back and grabbing for her hand. But he was just a hair too slow and she brought it to the back of his neck where his jacket was open. He let out a small yelp and she used his momentary distraction to wriggle out from under him. She scrambled to her feet and stopped a few feet away.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that!” he growled gaining his feet and lunging for her.
She dodged his first grasp and danced around the trees while he chased her. Between the giggles and the running from tree to tree, it wasn’t long before she was gasping for breath. Which he fully took advantage of. Bellamy wrapped a strong arm around her waist from behind and began to reach for some snow.
“Stop, stop!”
“Really? You think that’s a good negotiation tactic? I thought you were going to be an ambassador to the twelve clans. You’ll have to do better than that.”
She leaned her head back onto his shoulder and he turned his head slightly to meet her gaze. “How about this, then?” she asked, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “We head back to the cabin and I help warm you up. You must be freezing after sitting out here hoping some animal will show its face.”
Bellamy pretended to be considering her offer as she peppered kisses along his jaw, cheek, and eventually the corner of his mouth. He turned into that one and quickly deepened it. He hummed, pulling back. “I think I could agree to that. Under one condition…” He reached up to a nearby branch and grabbed a handful of snow of the branch, shoving it down the back of her jacket before she could move.
Clarke shrieked and jumped out of his arms. “Asshole!” she accused with a smile on her face. She really should have seen that one coming.
“Yeah, but you already knew that. Truce?” he asked, moving toward her with his hands up in surrender.
Clarke narrowed her eyes. “Truce,” she agreed before tucking herself into his side so they could make their way back to camp, “For now…”
Bellamy threw his head back in laughter before leaning over and dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “I wouldn’t expect anything different.”