AN: Ok so I said I was done, but it turns out Im not. Inspiration, that fickle bitch, struck me. Thanks to all the people who have given this fic so much love, I am insanely grateful, you are all hella amazing. Enjoy!

"Why don't we live together?" Bellamy asked Clarke casually. Clarke choked on her water.

"What ?" she spluttered, once she was semi recovered.

"I asked why don't we live together ?" Bellamy repeated slowly, he was beginning to look slightly agitated, "I didnt realize it was the sort of question that warranted choking."

Clarke cracked her knuckles nervously, "It's just, you kind of sprung it on me. And how would we even make it work?"

Bellamy relaxed a little, "My tent. It's bigger. And better."

"Hey!" Clarke said, kicking him under the table, "Mine's not that bad."

"That," Bellamy said, pointing at her, "proves my point. Your tent sucks, you cant even muster up the enthusiasm to properly defend it. While I," he pointed to himself, "can't bear the thought of losing Bertha."

Clarke snorted with laughter, "You named your tent? I'm beginning to feel like Bertha is your side hoe."

Bellamy grinned at her. "Princess, if anything you're the side hoe, I've been sleeping with Bertha a lot longer than Ive been sleeping with you."

Clarke raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? We will see who the side hoe is when I burn Bertha into plasticy smelling ashes."

Octavia plopped down beside Bellamy. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Clarke is going to burn my tent to the ground for my love." Bellamy said cheerfully.

Octavia glanced between them, "No wonder you guys are dating, you're equally weird." She stood up, "I'm going to sit with people who are sane." And with that, she wandered off to Monty and Jasper's table.

"So," Bellamy asked, "That's a yes to moving in with me?"

Clarke traced patterns on the table, "I need time to think."

"Fine." Bellamy bit out, "Take all the time you need. I need to get back to work." He stood up and stomped off towards the Ark.

Clarke didnt call after him.

Later that day, Clarke's head snapped up as she heard shouting coming from Raven and Wick's workspace.

Muttering to herself, Clarke made her way over. Poking her head inside, she was greeted with the sight of Raven and Wick yelling at each other about what appeared to be an enormous rusted engine. Bellamy was standing over the said rusted engine, arms crossed and an exasperated look on his face.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Clarke yelled, effectively shutting up Raven and Wick.

That is, until they both started trying to explain to her at once why the engine should be stored in the other person's tent. Clarke rolled her eyes.

""If it will get you to shut up, put it in my tent." she told them, fed up with their bickering.

Wick shook his head, "Clarke, that thing is huge, you'd hardly have room, which is why the SKINNIEST GIRL I HAVE EVER MET SHOULD KEEP IT IN HER TENT." He was glaring daggers at Raven.

Raven had opened her mouth to retort when Bellamy threw his hands in the air, "Jesus, just put in Clarke's tent, she mostly sleeps in mine anyways." He turned to Clarke, "Another reason why you should move in with me. Reason number one being an engine is stealing your shitty tent."

Clarke threw a wrench at him. He ducked it with a shocked expression on his face.

"I am not having this conversation with you right now. And stop degrading my shitty tent!"

"Ha!" Bellamy said triumphantly, "Even you admit it's shitty."

Raven cleared her throat, "So, you two, huh?"

Clarke and Bellamy glanced at each other, "There are still people who don't know about us?"

"So it would seem." Clarke said with a shrug. "I thought Octavia would have told everyone whether they wanted to know or not."

Bellamy grinned, "True. That girl cant keep her mouth shut."

"How many times do you think this whole discovery thing is going to happen?" Clarke asked.

"Jesus, how should I know? I dont keep a tally on who is and isn't up to date on my love life." Bellamy told her.

Clarke rolled her eyes, "And you think I do?"

Wick laughed, "You guys are like an old married couple already."

Raven nodded in agreement, "It's true. Youre both too weird to be with anyone else."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Clarke and Bellamy shouted in unison.

That night, Bellamy collapsed in the grass in an alcove created by the metal walls of the fallen Ark. Clarke glanced down at him from where she was sitting cross legged, polishing a handgun.

"That fucking engine." Bellamy said with a groan. "I hope it gets struck by lightning."

"You got it moved then?" Clarke asked.

"Yes. And its staying there, unless someone else wants to transport it." He sat up, "So you really will have to move in with me."

"Bellamy." Clarke groaned.

"What?" Bellamy asked angrily, "Is it that you don't love me anymore? Is there someone else? Just give me a reason!"

"Bellamy no!" Clarke said, wrapping her arms around his neck, "It's just, " she hesitated, "I'm afraid of losing you." she said quietly.

Bellamy's brows furrowed, "Losing me? I don't follow."

Clarke looked up at the stars, "Every man who has ever loved me has died." She looked into his face, tears glimmering in her eyes in the starlight, "I can't help but feel that loving me is a curse, and if I go ahead and dare to move forward with you, be happy with you, you'll be taken from me too."

"Oh Princess." Bellamy said, "Have a little faith." He leaned forward and kissed away her tears. "Besides, if loving you is a curse, its far far too late for me. So your logic doesnt even make sense."

Clarke let out a choking laugh, "Ok fine. I'll move in to Bertha."

A wide grin split Bellamy's face. "Really?" he asked.

Clarke rolled her eyes, "Yes, really. Now shut up and-" the rest of her words were cut off as Bellamy shut up and kissed her.

Later, they lay side by side in the grass, clothes scattered around them. Bellamy was inspecting a scratch mark on his shoulder.

"It looks pretty cool." Clarke told him, "Like you fought a tiger." She made a clawing motion.

"I did fight a tiger." He told her with a wink. He peered closer at it, "I think it's bleeding a little." he said, sounding delighted.

Clarke laughed, "Everyone's right. We are weird."

"Oh hell." Bellamy said, "I hate it when other people are right."

"You know what else youre going to hate?"

"What?"

"I need you to move the engine so I can get my stuff out of my tent."

Bellamy's cry of despair echoed in to the forest.