*A/N: IMPORTANT MESSAGE AT THE END, PLEASE READ*

Rosie stood on her tiptoes, glancing over John's shoulder as he divided up the rest of the rations. He rolled his eyes as she knocked into him for the fifth time and she whispered as sheepish 'sorry.'

"Do you really have to watch me? You don't trust me?" Murphy complained, pausing what he was doing to glance back at the girl.

"Yes, I have to watch," She crossed her arms over her chest.

Murphy wanted to argue with her, but he knew there was no point. Plus, he had to admit, she kind of had a point. The girl had grown frighteningly thin since the start of the trip, plus with her recent bought of fainting, all he wanted was to give her all of the rations. But, she wouldn't have that. So, she watched him and he was forced to make them even.

The girl walked from around Murphy and hoisted herself up onto the counter, turning her head so she could watch him while she sat. Every time she would look away or get distracted by something, Murphy found himself absentmindedly staring at her, almost like he was lost in a daydream. When she'd glance back he'd hurry himself to look away and re-focus on what he was doing.

John Murphy wasn't someone who opened up easily, or someone who liked to admit when he cared for someone. But, after the other day, he was finding it harder and harder to deny. He had feelings for Rosie Goldsman, even if she was way too good for him. She deserved the world, and if she felt the same way about him, he planned to give it to her.

The only problem was, despite having hope, he wasn't completely sure that she felt the same way. Rosie had essentially spent her transformative years locked up completely alone, so he wasn't even sure she'd ever want or need a romantic relationship. He knew there were signs that she could feel the same way, little things that he had picked up on through the time that they had spent together, but he felt like he couldn't be sure. Underneath his confident, jackass facade, he was really unsure of himself.

"What're you looking at?" Rosie mused, her lips tugging upward into a shy grin. She had caught him staring at her, and it wasn't long before both were a similar shade of red.

"Oh, uh, nothing," Murphy shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. He was nearly done, but he was taking his time. He had a plan for how the evening would go, and with his nerves stepping in he was trying to prolong it as long as possible.

"You're so slow," Rosie whined, letting her head lull to the side as she eyed him. She knew she would have been done 20 minutes earlier.

"Oh shush, I'm making sure I do it right," Murphy defended, the small smile on his lips letting her know that he wasn't really mad.

Rosie kept finding herself thinking about how different things were for her lately. She had never met someone she was so comfortable around like John. Of course, she was comfortable around Bellamy, but it wasn't the same. Bellamy was like her older brother. She loved him, she would do anything for him, and he made her feel safe. But, he wasn't John. With John, she felt like she could joke, and laugh, and not have to have any walls up at all. The majority of her life, she felt like this locked box missing her key, but it was like John had found it. She just opened right up.

She also repeatedly found herself thinking about what exactly their relationship was. She thought back to her sleeping on his chest on the beaches, or all the nights they'd slept wrapped up in one another since being in the bunker. She thought about the way he kissed her forehead, and how the feeling seemed to linger there for moments after. All of those things she craved, which was another distinction from Bellamy, because she definitely didn't want that with him.

Rosie knew she had feelings for John, she just didn't really know what that meant. They were trapped down there, so if he did feel the same way, some part of her would always feel like a last resort. Plus, the world outside seemed to be going to shit, too, so what did feelings even matter, really? Was it worth the trouble of being together, whatever that meant, when there were so many more important things going on anyways?

Her mind first wandered to Clarke and Finn. To her, they seemed like the perfect example of relationships complicating things in the real world. Sure, Finn loved her, and he was willing to do anything for her, but at what cost? He broke Raven's heart in the process, slaughtered a town of innocent villagers, and eventually turned himself in to die. How could love ever be worth all of that?

Then, her mind wandered to Octavia and Lincoln, and how despite the odds, those two always knew they wanted to be together. No matter what others thought, Octavia snuck out of the delinquent camp every day to see him and he risked everything to keep her safe. Obviously, they thought it was worth it, so maybe Rosie should, too. She remembered the way Murphy always stood up with her, the way he made it clear nothing would happen to her. Then she thought about all she was willing to risk for him. Even if she didn't know what relationships were or if it was worth it, she kind of felt like she was already in too deep.

Rosie soon realized she was thinking way too deeply about something that was essentially hypothetical. She wasn't even sure Murphy felt the same way, yet she was sitting working out the logistics of a possible relationship. She sighed and shook her head, simultaneously shaking the thoughts away, before she slid off the counter.

"Finished," Murphy spoke with a smile. He gestured towards the two piles of rations like a child showing off their masterpiece to their parents.

Rosie smiled at him before walking around him and grabbing their two usual wine glasses. She took the glasses and set them on the table before heading back into the kitchen to browse the wine selection. After all of the hypothetical thinking she just did, she was ready to relax with a glass of wine.

"Good, I'm ready for a drink," Rosie sighed, scanning her eyes over the bottles. They didn't have many left anymore, but seeing as the wine wasn't really a necessity, they felt no need to ration it. "What kind are you in the mood for tonight?"

Murphy bit down on his lip and eyed the girl, unsure of how he should answer the question. He had the night completely planned out in his head, and his plans did not include alcohol. If he was going to do this, he wanted both of them to be completely sober. He wanted it to be special.

"Oh, we have another sweet red," Rosie spoke, seemingly pleasantly surprised. 

She pulled the bottle out of the wine rack and made her way over to the couch. Murphy followed her and plopped down next to her. Just as she was going to uncork the bottle, Murphy reached out his hand and place it on top of hers, drawing in a deep breath.

"Wait," He said, causing her to stop what she was doing.

He knew this was the moment. He needed to say something, or make a move, just do anything to make the moment less awkward. Instead, they both just stared at each other. Rosie had her eyebrows raised, like she was waiting for him to explain why he told her to stop, and Murphy was biting down on his bottom lip as he avoided eye contact. He sighed and quickly stood, talking the wine bottle from her as well as the two glasses and putting them back in the kitchen. Rosie simply watched from the couch, her eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Why'd you put them away?" Rosie questioned once he had returned and taken his seat next to her.

"Because," He answered. He always thought of himself as pretty smooth and confident, but this night alone had him completely rethinking that notion.

"Why are you acting so weird?" Rosie questioned, suddenly worried she had done something wrong.

As she thought back on all of her previous actions, she realized his weird behavior traced back to her passing out. Suddenly she was aware of the very real possibility that he was still mad or upset with her for that, and she hadn't even realized.

"If this is about the rations still, I'm—" She started.

"It's not about the rations," He shook his head. He was completely failing, with nothing going as planned.

"Well, then what is it?" Rosie had returned to her state of confusion. When he didn't answer for a few moments, she sighed. "Come on, since when am I the one begging you to talk?"

Murphy's lip broke out into a small smile as he looked away. It was funny, how they both seemed to bring out a different side to one another. While she opened up more with him, he was suddenly flustered and quiet. He wasn't used to anyone having this effect on him.

When he glanced back up, her eyes were still trained on him, waiting expectantly. As he looked into her eyes, all of his fear and his thoughts of plans and expectations seemed to melt away. All that mattered was he was here, with a girl he was crazy about, and he wanted to show her that. Before he could give it a second thought, he quickly leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Despite most likely being somewhat dehydrated, her lips were soft and it felt perfect. He was sure, if given the option, he would live in this moment forever.

Rosie was shocked, to say the least. When he moved in closer to her she almost dodged away, but something about the moment just felt right. It was her first kiss. Something she had lost hope of ever happening when she was locked up. The last time she dreamed of kissing someone, she was just a young girl and she had pictured it as an Earth Prince Charming coming to rescue her from the bleak life of the ark. Somehow, this was better.

The two pulled away after a few moments. Despite wanting to deepen the kiss, Murphy recognized that it was Rosie's first kiss, and didn't want to do anything to make her uncomfortable.

"What was that for?" Rosie grinned at the boy, her face a new shade of red.

"I've wanted to do that for a while," Murphy shrugged.

Rosie's heart seemed to swell at his words, any doubt or fear she had melting away. It was easy when it was hypothetical to say it wasn't worth it, but now that it was real, she knew it was worth anything. The butterflies he gave her, the way he made her smile, the way she felt the safest in his arms. She'd do anything to keep that forever.

Rosie leaned forward and planted one last kiss on the boy's lips, enjoying the liberty she now felt in doing so. She could kiss John Murphy whenever she wanted to. The way she smiled when they pulled apart caused him to smile too. Soon, she was pulling him back on the couch and cuddling into his arms.

Despite being locked underground with no foreseeable way out, Rosie felt like she was in the one place she wanted to be. She wished that they could stay that way forever.

A/N: AH! So it finally happened. They finally kissed!!! My babies!!

Okay, so another thing. I know this is kind of weird, because I'm the author and it's ultimately up to me, but I want to ask your opinions as the readers.

Would you prefer I ended Rosie & Murphy's story sweetly and just cut off with them getting out of the bunker, or would you want to read more?

I've had a description of each chapter prewritten basically since I published it, and the way I have it now ends in 3 chapters. The other option would be I'd make this part 1 within the book, then start a part 2 that follows the ALIE situation as well as the events of season 4.

I don't want to continue this book further though if you guys think it'll feel dragged out, but truthfully I'm not ready to say goodbye to John and Rosie just yet. So, if you could comment and let me know if you'd read more or if you think it should end, that would be great!