I made a small fire from a small pile of branches. Too small to keep both of us warm. Claude occasionally let out moans of pain.

'Are you alright?' I ask in concern 'Does it hurt?' I lean down towards him but stop halfway; my back hurts like hell. I sit back down.

'Are you alright?' Claude raises an eyebrow at me.

'I told you I'm fine,' I convince him, going a bit red.

'You know you can't lie to me Simmons,' he smirks 'Come one, turn around and show me.' I follow his orders hesitantly. When I had fully turned around, Claude lifted the back of my top.

'No...' I heard him mutter under his breath. He shuffles through his bag before getting a roll of  bandage. Then he removed my top completely.

'H-hey!' I squealed covering myself.

'Calm down,' Claude told me 'I'm just going to bandage your wound.' He wrapped the bandage carefully around my torso. After he was done, his long fingers trailed up and down my back.

'Are you done yet?' I complain impatiently. It was cold and i wanted to put my clothes back on. His lips brushed against my shoulder blades sending a kind of shock through my body.

'Remember when we had to take a bath together in that motel, and I closed my eyes so that you could change?' Claude suddenly said.

'Yeah?...' i failed to see why this was relevant.

'Well I peeked,' he smirked.

'What?!' I yell, turning a crimson colour 'Why are you bring this up now?! You pervert!'

'Sorry!' He laughed 'Sorry, I'm only being honest!'

'You're disgusting!' I give him a light shove. But he ignores this and puts his arms around my waist. I could feel him rest his chin on my shoulder. 'Don't.'

'Why are you so pissed off?' He smiles.

'Well, Claude, you've seen me naked and the last thing I want is for your hands to run freely around my body!' I pick up my top and try and wear it again. But Claude held my arms back, preventing me.

'Hey!!' I turned my neck a bit so I could see him behind me 'What the hell, Claude!'

Each of his hands were on my waist, his grip getting tighter and tighter. But he soon loosened it in case he was hurting me. But he wasn't.

His breath was hot on my neck, steady breaths, and the tip of his nose was so close it tickled me.

'Claude...' I repeated, this time in a low voice, almost shakey because his touch just made my insides explode.

'You don't know how long I've wanted you,' he whispered in my ear 'How long I've waited to hold you in my arms and kiss you and tell you that you're mine.' His hands slip down to my hips.

'I never knew.' I say, closing my eyes for a second and remembering all the times Claude had hit me, called me names and overall been a total jerk to me. At some points, it was clear that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted to kill me but there were those other times when he made me doubt our hatred. Like the time when he had given me that necklace on my birthday or the time he tried to comfort me when I had a nightmare and especially the time when he had first kissed me under the mistletoe.

'I was good at hiding it,' He smiled 'Controlling myself.'

'Why did you?' I didn't look back at him and instead, looked straight into the woods ahead. He lifted his right hand to hold mine, intertwining his fingers tightly.

'Because I would hurt you. You were still kind of human before; you were fragile. And I couldn't trust myself around you.' I gave his hand a squeeze, seeing that he seemed a little upset. 'At times, I just couldn't hold myself back.' I could tell he was talking about Christmas, when he'd kissed me. 'And when you started dating that cunt-' he reffered to Allen 'It made me want to rip him to shreds, but I guess you did that for me.' I tensed up a bit.

This time it was him to give my hand a squeeze. 'I told you before,' his voice a calm, soothing tone 'You did the right thing.'

'Is that why you let me kill him? So that you could be with me?'

Claude was silent.

'Answer me, Claude,' I whisper sternly.

'Raven...' He started slowly, caressing my skin to warm me 'Raven you're mine. I can't tolerate seeing you with someone else when you  belong to me.'

'Claude I-'

A finger raised to my lips. 'I love you, Raven.'

He reached his thumb up to stroke the bottom of my lip. How could I be so blind. All those years, Claude had cared for me. I felt stupid...

I rested against him, shutting my eyes tightly I could feel him lifting my arms to put my top back on. 'I love you, Raven,' he repeated, softly planting a kiss on my forehead. 'Goodnight.'

With my eyes still closed, I murmured back 'I love you too, Claude.'

(A/N FEELS, RIGHT IN THE FEELS. My book is crap but at least I didn't give up! Boom, self esteem!
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