And then the fourth time that Roan graced Eden with his presence, he was jealous of another man in her life.

It had been just a handful of days since her drunken night with him, where she finally conveyed that she cared for him and also accidentally revealed more of her feelings than she cared for. But since then, the wound on her leg was healing much better, so she had left it uncovered for awhile to give it a chance to breathe. In general, she felt much better, so she had recovered it with gauze and pulled on actual pants. The thought of leaving the camp flooded her mind, but she just paced the treeline of her camp, fiddling with her knife.

"What are you doing?" someone asked her, making her jump and drop the knife.

To her surprise, Bellamy Blake was standing near her camp, leaning against some trees. His presence shocked her, but also brought a smile to her face. It had been a few days since she had seen him last, but somehow she missed a Grounder more than she missed one of her own people. A smile was passed between them before she made her way over to hug him, her limp barely even noticeable. He laughed as she wrapped her arms around him, hugging the slightly older man.

"What a warm welcome," he laughed. "I just wanted to stop in and say bye before I go to rescue the rest of the people from Mount Weather."

"Be careful," she said softly, cupping one of his cheeks gently. "Octavia needs you, Clarke needs you, hell even I need you. And get our people out of there."

"You know I will be, Kane," he told her gently, gently stroking her hair with one hand. "You be careful, too. No swimming in dangerous water, okay? Your dad needs you, even if you guys are fighting, like always. And so do all of us."

"You got it, Blake," she laughed. "Go save the world."

They shared another hug and he kissed her forehead before he turned and left, leaving her alone. She watched as he went, then as soon as he was out of sight, she went back to her previous state of pacing the camp. Moments later, another voice shocked her, causing her hand to fly up and cover her heart. Thankfully, she didn't have her knife in her hand anymore, otherwise she would have stabbed herself in the chest. Underneath a tree was Roan, his arms crossed in front of him and an amused look on his face as he watched her.

"Afternoon, Fisa."

"Fisa?" she asked, running her fingers through her hair. "And where the hell did you come from?"

"I was in a tree, waiting for you to be alone," he told her. "That seemed to be an... intimate moment between you and that boy, Bellamy. And Fisa means healer, which is what you are."

"That actually makes sense," she hummed, the word she believed to be a nickname floating around in her head. Then, his other words processed and her eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

"You and Bellamy are together, no?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "Why don't you live in the camp with him or him here with you?"

"Roan, are you... jealous?"

He shook his head, chuckling, "I have no idea what you mean, little Sky girl."

"Bell is not my boyfriend," she informed him. "I met him when we were kids on the ark and then I followed him onto the ark, yes, but that's because I needed to get down here on Earth. I'm not romantically involved with him. I promise, Roan."

"Sure," he said, shrugging. "I'm going to get you some food, is there anything you really want?"

"I really want out of this damn camp," she said, pausing in her pacing to throw her hands up in the air at him. "I'm not some fragile little doll that can be protected from every damn element."

He looked at her for a moment, thoughts racing through his head, then he let out a sigh, "Would you like to go hunting? I can teach you how to track."

She stared at him in shock for a moment before nodding. Then she picked up her knife, following him out into the woods. Conversation flowed easily between them, as he was showing her how to track and she made snarky comments every so often, her hand randomly pressing against the sutured section of skin on her thigh. Soon, they found a deer tracks, him letting her track the deer to where it was.

Both of them were surprised that she was a natural at tracking, finding the deer quite quickly. Instead of him killing the deer, he let her take the kill, so she deftly and silently climbed a tree, moving from tree to tree without a sound, soon finding herself in the perfect position. Without a second of hesitation, she dropped to the ground, slitting the deer's neck with the knife held tightly in her hand.

She pushed herself back up into a standing position, wiping her hands on the black pants and slightly giggling. When she looked at Roan, he was watching her proudly, admiration obvious on his face. Again, there was not a moment of hesitation before she rushed towards him, jumping onto him. He caught her easily, laughing, then there was a moment of silence between them. The small amount of air between them seemed to crackle with tension. She ended that by gripping his face tightly in her hands, pressing her lips against his.

He was shocked by her actions, his lips still under hers. After a few moments of that, she pulled away and broke the kiss.

"Sorry," she whispered, trying to wiggle away from him, since he was still holding her up in his arms.

His answer was to shake his head and smile down at the girl before closing the distance between them again, this time the kiss being returned by her. Her hands wove themselves into his hair and his hands moved to hold her up, not his arms, and they rested on the bottoms of her thighs. As the kiss got more and more heated, he moved them so that she was pushed up against a tree, their bodies closer together than either of them could remember them ever being.

Neither of them noticed that they had been followed, that another Grounder was watching them from a distance. When her shirt was torn from her body, ending up on the floor of the woods in a heap, the intruder turned their back, heading back to camp to let the newly instated queen know what her son was doing in the woods all this time. They didn't care about potentially being seen or the bark scarping her back or even that there was a deer bleeding out not far from them, the only thing that mattered to them was the moment and bliss that the moment was offering the two of them.