[For Clarke; December 20]

[to_survive]

Perhaps it's not the best use of his money, but Bellamy has always understood that sometimes paying or bartering for something that doesn't have an immediate application is just a worth it. He'd traded away his own things enough times in the past just to see Octavia smile, and he spends small amounts of money here and there to see Clarke smile.

This time he's spent an uncomfortable amount of money, but it's for another experience, something new on top of everything they've experienced over the year. Riding up the monorail and watching the city fall away as they head up the mountain is a thrill, and dealing with the snow up there, the crisper air that reminds him more of their Earth, the views, remind Bellamy that there are still an infinite number of things he gets to experience that he never thought he would -- not on the Ark, and not on the ground.

The best part is he gets to do it all with Clarke.

After settling into their guest room, Bellamy barely waits for Clarke to say she's ready before he takes her back down to the main part of the lodge in barely concealed excitement. "What do you want to do first? There's a cafe, we can get something to drink."

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[to_survive]

He grins up at the ceiling for a moment, unsurprised by Clarke's insistence on being safe. It's one of the very many things he likes about her, but he likes it even more when she lets go of it, even for a moment.

"We'll take it slow," he says, voice dipping low enough to make it a promise of a different sort.

[willbetested]

Catching the meaning behind his tone, her lips curve upward in a different sort of smile. Grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt, she pulls his face down to hers pressing a kiss on his lips just as the elevator dings.

"But not too slow." Releasing him, she backs into the elevator arching an eyebrow expectantly. "Coming?"