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Raven reacted immediately the second Sinclair appeared in front of her. Blood…so much blood. It’s all she could think of. “No” she said frantically as she rushed out of the rover and to his side. Her hands were shaking as the prospect of the man who’d basically been a father to her dying in her arms registered in her mind. He was all she had left. After everything…everyone had been taken from her. Ripped right out of her arms. Her mother, Finn and now…No. Dammit NO! This was not going to happen. She refused. “I’m going to get you out of here.” Even now. Even as the blood spurted out of his mouth he was still trying to reassure her. Still trying to make this okay when this was anything but okay. Raven wasn’t about to lose him. Not now. Not when she needed him most.

Immediately Raven leaped into action knowing she had precious little time if she even hoped to save his life. Especially with Emerson on the loose. Standing or more like limping, putting all her weight on her one working leg, Raven began dragging his body to the side of the room behind some old equipment and out of sight. Each pull forcing Sinclair to let out an agonising hiss of pain. The sound piercing Raven’s very heart knowing that she was hurting him. But it was the only way to save him. “Stay with me Sinclair.” She whispered, unable to raise her voice any louder. “Please.” She choked on the word letting out an involuntary sob instead.

Laying him down she quickly grabbed a rag and and pressed it hard against his wound. The sudden pressure forcing his eyes open and bringing him back to consciousness. It was an old dirty rag but it would have to do. “Look at me, I’m here…I’m here.” She repeated trying to get him to focus on her voice and anchor him to the land of the living. Frantically she looked around, before spotting a first aid kit on the other side of the room. Her salvation.


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Her hands continued skilfully trying to wring just enough pleasure out of him for it to be infuriatingly short of actual satisfaction. She wanted to frustrate him. To leave him as desperate and hungry for her as she already was for him. His words only proved to confirm that her plan was working. Only they did more than that. His breathless words sent shivers down her body. Every sound turning her on and making her ache even more for him if that was even possible. Breaking the kiss she used every ounce of whatever self-control she could find, which was damned near impossible at this point, and stepped back, removing her hand from its desperately perfect position. The loss of contact was almost painful.

Keeping her eyes on his she continued to step back until her legs hit the side of the bed. Chest heaving and her eyes almost completely black and filled with growing anticipation. The moment felt like it would last a life time, each heartbeat getting louder and louder in her ears and Raven could swear she could hear his too. Pulling the hair tie from her pony tail and shaking it free, she slowly bit her lip, already missing the taste of him on her tongue. “Then come get me,” she whispered seductively, finally answering his previous passion filled declaration. Without looking away, her hands moved to the bottom of her shirt before slowly and deliberately lifting it up and over her head. Now that she was divest of all clothing it was about damn time for him to join her.

Clarke was right of course. Raven would be no use to her in the state she was in. There was no way she could make it all the way back to Arkadia in one piece without getting seriously ill or worse. She shuddered at the thought. Another cough shook through her as if affirming Clarke’s statement. She needed to get better that was certain, but Raven had never been very good with doctors and general medical care. Hell she drove Abby insane, hopefully her daughter would fare better. Raven was stubborn and impatient, but she’d just have to suck it up. The sooner she was well the sooner she could get the hell out of here and take Clarke with her. “I’ll trust you with that doc,” she said with a small smile.

Her brace. She’d almost completely forgotten about that. The general aches and pains plaguing her body, masked the acute pain she usually suffered in her hip. “I’ll need to see it to really assess the damage.” Hopefully it wasn’t too bad. Maybe she’d get lucky. It was rare but Clarke finding her out in the cold had to be some kind of god damn miracle. Why not two? “Hand it over here,” she asked. “Right off the bat, I’m probably going to need some tools, a screwdriver at least, or anything like it.” If all the pieces were still there all she’d have to do is put them back together. Piece of cake. “Think your grounder buddies can handle that?” Raven couldn’t help a little smirk from appearing on her face at the light tease. It was almost like before Clarke had left them. Like nothing had changed. But of course that wasn’t true. Everything had changed.

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Raven could see him contemplating the options. But really how many options were there. The smart thing for him to do was obviously leave and pretend like this didn’t happen. Like kissing him meant nothing. Only they both knew that wasn’t true. And while they could be good liars at the best of times, even they couldn’t get out of this one. His decision to bring thought and reason had been the right one. This was all her fault, she’d been the one to initiate all this. Raven inwardly sighed at her stupidity and inability to control herself and her desires. Their relationship had been in a fragile enough state as it is and now she’d knocked it completely off balance.

But then he kissed her. Really kissed her. Every doubt and thought of how this definitely shouldn’t be happening left her the moment his lips touched hers. Instantly reacting to the contact, her fingers moved to thread through his hair once more. It was like she could breathe again, suddenly realising just how much her body had been starved for this even in those few moments apart, for his hands on her body, for her tongue to taste his. This is what she’d wanted all along, no, needed all along. And it was about time she admitted that to herself. But soon it wasn’t enough to sate her desire. To truly satisfy that craving that had been plaguing her for what felt like centuries. Bellamy it seemed was just as eager as he moved his hands over her swollen abdomen to unfasten her pants. Her own moving down his back, her nails digging in as she moaned into the kiss. This was everything she’d wanted for so long without even realising it. The moment threatened to overwhelm her. So instead she moved to slide her hands under the front of his shirt, lifting the fabric over his head to expose his bare chest. Breaking the contact of his lips on hers. But not for long.

Her eyes burned with need at the sight of him. Licking her lips, Raven moved to kiss and bite at his chest, dragging her tongue and teeth along to taste as much of him as she could before moving her own hands to help push down her pants. Desperately needing there to be less fabric between them. But before she could move to unfasten his own, Raven couldn’t help the selfish need to press her hips into his, feeling his growing arousal at the junction of her thighs. Hoping to relieve some of that pressure. But it only served to increase that desperate tension and only he could offer her release. Slowly her hands slid between them and down his pants, instead of moving to take them off she decided to grasp him, her fingers expertly moving slowly along his member. An unintentional smirk appearing on her lips as Raven slowly savoured the moment, taking her time to unravel Bellamy Blake. See she hadn’t really had the chance last time.

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Everything he said was true and deep down she really knew that. But she couldn’t help it. Every word she had said to him, each comment more hurtful than the last, the way he just sat there and took it…It broke her heart a little. She would never forget his face. How could she not feel guilty about that? A.L.I.E asked her to hurt him, but it was Raven who found the words to do it, maybe not all of them, but enough to fill her heart with regret. “I know I just…” It was difficult not to blame herself. “I couldn’t…help myself,” She had completely lost control to the bitch in the red dress. One of the most terrifying experiences of her life. She herself had chosen to submit after all. The memory of that encounter still a fresh wound in her mind. Even now sometimes when she closed her eyes she would see flashes of the indescribable pain A.L.I.E had forced her through. Almost like she could feel it again. For just a moment. Like some sort of phantom pain.

If she had just held on longer maybe? Or if she had never taken that stupid pill in the first place, none of this would be happening. Raven had given her the power to change so many people. To take...Abby. Now that was definitely her fault. Perhaps Arkadia wouldn’t be run by zombies right now if she hadn’t been so damn weak. “I never meant to hurt you.” A.L.I.E however did. And what a way to do it. It was unforgivable. And Raven would make damn sure she got what was coming to her. “They were all lies, just to provoke you.” Which they…didn’t. Maybe that was why she felt so guilty, and felt the need to affirm that everything she’d said was untrue. Because judging by the way he reacted, either he had some mad skills at self-control….or he just accepted every word.

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Raven froze for a moment when she heard someone respond to her. Not just anyone. She’d recognise his voice anywhere. It was Murphy. And it had been so clear, and such a biting remark that it couldn’t have just been her imagination. It had to be the real deal. He was here. The realisation sobered her up. Slightly. As soon as he walked into the light her suspicions were confirmed. The bastard had returned. “Admiring your handiwork?” She asked looking down at the brace around her bum leg. The leg she couldn’t properly use because of the man standing barely a few feet away from her.

She wasn’t usually this bitter, choosing to bury herself in work rather than actually face her feelings. But tonight was a particularly bad night for her. The chronic pain radiating from her hip especially unbearable. While she had been content in just drowning herself in booze for one night and beating herself up about all her past mistakes, Murphy’s sudden appearance offered an interesting alternative. Raven would much prefer to take her anger out on him rather than herself. And well he’d just have to accept that he’d come back to the wrong place at an especially wrong time.

“Come on Murphy, I’m just playing around,” but her tone was about as far from playful as you could get. The expression on her face lined with bitterness and disdain. “Here have a drink, no hard feelings I promise.” She mockingly crossed her fingers and smirked, almost laughing at the ridiculousness of the image of her and Murphy sharing drinks and stories. After everything he’d done to her. Everything he’d taken. Raven refused to believe she was actually keeping him here because of how desperately lonely she was, rather than her masterplan to take out all her pent up rage on him. No, he needed to feel regret. And goddamit she would make sure of that.

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Raven barely said a word to the others the whole way to the cave, choosing instead to pretend to be sleeping rather than face anyone. The relief of finally being free of A.L.I.E overwhelmed her, to not have to see that bitch’s face everywhere she turned, to not have every thought and movement controlled by her. It would take a while before the feeling of terror passed. Every time she opened her eyes, Raven couldn’t help but feel afraid that she would see her again. That this was all just some plan to lull her into a false sense of security before taking over once more. She never wanted to feel so helpless at someone else's mercy ever again.

It was silly, she knew rationally that it was impossible, they’d all told her how they’d seen Clarke remove what was left of the chip. But she was still so goddamn terrified. A.L.I.E would never stop until she got what she wanted, Raven knew that better than most. It had almost killed her after all. Sitting in the cave, away from the others, it was better this way. While she knew they were all aware that everything she’d said was A.L.I.E’s way of manipulating them, Raven couldn’t help but feel responsible for giving her the ammo. The memory of every awful thing she’d said to Japer, Clarke…Bellamy, made her cringe and filled her with guilt. While it hurt, it was still a welcome emotion. Any emotion was better than feeling absolutely nothing.

Taking one last scan of the room, frantically searching for signs of her signature red dress, Raven’s eyes landed on Bellamy walking towards her. She could barely look at him after everything she’d said. Things she could never take back. “Thanks.” It was a kindness she barely deserved. Holding out her arms, she finally looked at his face. “I just…need you to know,” taking a breath she continued. “What I said…back in that place…I didn’t mean any of it okay?" He needed to know that. “None of it was true…and I’m…sorry.” Unable to look at him while apologizing, Raven instead focused her gaze downwards at her wrists.

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