"What's actually going on between you two?"
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The joyful victory of blowing up the bridge is short-lived. Days pass, and so does the confidence the victory at the bridge gave them. The time they bought themselves is running out, and they still need to prepare for the Grounders' inevitable attack. While Amber sharpens wooden points with Zeph, Raven is busy making bullets with Ant, Jules guards camp, and Murphy works in the meat furnace with Octavia. By night, they're too exhausted to talk, but the exhaustion does nothing to help Amber sleep. All she sees when she closes her eyes are the Grounders.
When her imagination becomes too much, she shuffles out of bed, carefully as to not wake Jules, and sneaks into a quiet corner of camp between the wall and the dropship. But one sleepless night as she leans the back of her head against the cold metal, wishing for a sign of the Ark amongst the stars, the approach of a shadowed silhouette startles her.
"Look who we have here," he mutters. Then the moonlight strikes Murphy's face and she relaxes. "I didn't take you for the creepily-looming-in-the-shadows type."
"Then you clearly don't know me as well as you think you do," she whispers, leaning back against the wall as her senses calm.
"I clearly don't."
He stops squarely in front of her and suddenly she's at a loss for words. This is all she's wanted, she's waited days to finally have the chance to speak to him properly, without any watchful eyes nearby. But now that he's all hers again, she doesn't know what to do with it.
"Is that why I never noticed you in the Skybox?" he finally says.
"I have a talent for not being seen," she answers while examining her own damaged nails, suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze.
"I see you now."
His eyes shine silver in the dim light and she caves under them.
A twig snaps. Amber instinctively pulls Murphy closer by his collar as a distant figure strolls through camp. The bushes which brim the sides of the dropship shield them just enough to keep them out of sight from the figure, who disappears behind the meat furnace none the wiser.
Amber looks back at Murphy with a mischievous grin and lets go of his jacket. He doesn't step back.
"Is this really what we have to do now just to have a normal conversation? Sneak around in the middle of the night?" she dramatically whispers.
"That's kind of always been our thing."
"Touché." She's only vaguely aware of her own grin melting into a shy smile when she realizes that the hand he put against the wall behind her when she dragged him forward still lingers just an inch above her shoulder. Don't go soft on him, she scolds herself, and furrows her brow. "Some things seem to have changed though. You used to attack me at every chance you got. Has coming back to camp finally civilized you?"
When she already thought he was close, he surprises her by leaning in further while he croons, "You clearly don't know me as well as you think you do."
Then cold metal brushes against her throat. She blinks in astonishment. Murphy fails to hide his grin and raises an eyebrow while he expectantly awaits her response to the knife securely resting under her chin.
"Ouch." She idiotically smiles up at him, too stunned to process how to react.
He shrugs, a strand of hair slipping into his face as he does. "Didn't you say you wanted an opportunity to beat me again?"
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