Surrendering Sanity

Happiness Is Fleeting

Casey had gotten the scolding that day Bellamy had prepared. The man literally, throwing the small woman over his shoulder as he'd returned them to camp. Each reprimand being accompanied by a firm smack to her rear. His fingers lingering to massage the sting from the contact between each delicious strike. The brunette shamelessly giggling as his own ass hovering enticingly before her face. That perfectly round mass of muscles shifting pleasantly with every step he took.

It could of been due to her compromising position, or even the blood lose, but his words made her head spine. A weightless feeling of glee taking over. This stubborn man demanding she stay with him from now on. And god how she loved the sound of that.

Casey rightfully and happily horny as they arrived at the gates. Said woman demanding he release her even as Bellamy casually strolled through camp. The surrounding delinquents eyes instantly on them as he'd done so. So, like anyone would do in that situation, the brunette faked unconsciousness. Eyes snapping closed as her body went limp. The new bow in her hands held tight and purposefully left hanging to bump the back of his ankles. The cheeky bastard.

She was blushing like crazy and doubted it looked believable for a second but held the position. Whispers floating to the freckled Kane's ears as she didn't need to see to know where he was going. Bellamy taking her to Clarke.

The blonde medic standing just outside there food tent as the pair had appeared. Immediate concern rising at the sight of Casey's condition. Some of the blood from her hand earlier having stained her clothes. Making it look worse than it actually was. Even though Bellamy looked slightly smug. Clarke had instantly feared the worst.

Dr. Griffin ushering them to follow her inside the tent only for the brunettes instant laughter to fill the space. Casey stepping away, unscathed, as she'd shot the man a playful jab to his chest as he'd released her. To say Clarke was pissed would be a understatement. Her eyes shinning with immediate relief as she'd delivered Casey's second scolding of the day. And she'd grudgingly allowed her friend to check over her wounds. Rightfully reprimanded.

Bellamy leaving the three girls alone as Octavia had appeared to check on the brunette. Word traveling fast, apparently, amoungst the delinquents.

There being a silent promise that he'd see her later in the mans eyes as he'd slipped out the tent doors.

Casey Kane blissfully love drunk for the rest of the day as she'd agreed to go lay down in the dropship. If only to get Clarke off her back. She felt fine. But the fact she felt no pain at all wasn't something she could share, either. Her childhood friend not looking satisfied as the brunette had left her. O accompanying the three musketeers on the higher level. Where Monty and Jasper had drilled her full of questions. Them having actually been the ones that heard Casey was hurt and sending the younger Blake to find her.

The woman had displayed her knew weapon to them with beaming pride. Explaining the situation. Which only lead to her giving a frazzled explanation about herself and Bellamy. Her two boys positively horrified at the news but it didn't dampen her joy.

And if she had ever doubted today was a wonderful one. Any doubt was gone the moment Jasper Jordan had agreed to go outside with her. The first time he'd been out of that metal room since coming home. Octavia having suggested it and Casey only loved her more for it. She'd asked Monty to join them, wanting to make it as comfortable a process as possible.

The day still in full swing, though it was coming to an end. The sky painted vibrant colors of orange, red, and gold as they'd emerged. Casey giving his hand in hers a encouraging squeeze as she glanced to Jasper's hesitant face. His soft eyes wide and blinking with lingering fear.

"Come on." The brunette offered a smile, free hand patting the bow she had slung over her shoulder as she pulled them into motion. Keeping close to his side but maintaining a slight lead. Wanting him to know by her body language he was protected."I want to show you something."