( the body heat meme )

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the body heat meme

it's fucking freezing, so lets start a fire. ▸ top level, request one of mine. ▸ either write a scenario or picture prompt me. ▸ lmk if you want some smut.

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ring my bell

[pajarita]

Don't get any ideas. [It's muffled when it comes out, seeing how she's got her face hidden in the woolen fabric of his sweater, but she hopes it still audible. It's not like she hasn't fixed up the heating system all across the remains of the Ark, not like her workshop isn't hot during the day. But at night, everything gets colder, and not even going to bed in the thickest clothes available and wrapping herself up in both a couple of blankets and his arms helps. Usually.

She misses autumn, in hindsight. She had hated autumn, with the leaves getting in between the straps of her brace, and the mud that caked after an hour, and the fucking rain. But she misses that, in comparison to the winter's freezing weather. It was only cute the first time it snowed, now it no longer is.

Maybe it's got a lot to do with needing someone in bed with her to survive this cold. Maybe it's because she's needed him too often, for the wrong reasons, and she's starting to dread that it'll be their thing. But, they're friends. In all honesty, he might be the only best friend she has.

Still. When she says don't get any ideas, in reality she means otherwise.]

[dominance]

[ they'd anticipated winter to be the worst yet — although, it's a little hard to compare it to any other winter when the ark never really allowed for seasons. at first, bellamy had acted like a kid with the snow, unable to really be pulled from it. he liked how white it was, and how it seemed to melt beneath his feet, sometimes crunching like the dry leaves during autumn. he liked how he could throw a snowball at octavia and see her smile again. but he's started to dislike it with how easily it becomes stained with red. ]

[ he figures it'll pass like it's meant to. but he doesn't make dealing with the chill any easier on himself. rather than bundle himself up in blankets or even layers, anything he gets for himself he often gives to octavia or raven or somone else who needs it more than him. he doesn't really need much when raven chooses to ensure his feet are never quite cold when he slides down his or her bed and lets them dangle over the side, nipped by air and kicked by her own toes. ]

[ if he isn't meant to get any ideas, then he supposes he's simply broken yet another rule on the ark. he hooks his foot with hers and refuses to move it. his arms remain around her, hands flat on the fabric of her back. bellamy may be complimented for being so warm most of the time, but his hands have always been cold. sometimes he thinks about shoving them into the snow to see if the blood staining his hands will finally come off. ]

[ looking above her head, he doesn't think to move. ] What kind of ideas would those be? We both know I'm not the idea guy.

[pajarita]

[He's picked the wrong leg to hook his around, because she can barely tell. It's tragic, because all the while she thinks that she might like it. Hell, no, she does like it. The way he wraps himself around her, tangled up together in their sins and the blood on their hands.

The difference if that Raven only blames herself, personally, for one death. He blames himself for many more. It's a wonder he's agreed to share the bed with her at all, since this falls under the category of 'nice things', which he seems determined to think he doesn't deserve any of anymore.]

No, you're the ideas guy, because you let them flood your skull instead of filtering them.

[dominance]

Yeah.

[ it's clear he doesn't believe that. what he does have faith in, though, is instinct. he may question his from time to time, wondering if he is leading those around him astray, but it feels right to curl into raven. he doesn't think about her leg, which may or may not be where he makes his first mistake. he doesn't think to roll them or to even tell her she's lying on the wrong side. he's seen so many people in the wreckage of the ark look at her and then down at her leg. though bellamy doesn't need to when his foot hooks with hers, he doesn't think to. ]

[ the way she chooses to lie is right. he's never really thought of any of her personal choices as being wrong — save for the ones that are often solely dependent on him. most of the time, though, bellamy just accepts them. it's hard to doubt one of the very few people he's never really questioned when it comes to her gut. ]

[ he shifts closer, it being instinct to do so. his hands remain flat against her back as his other leg stretches behind him, moving beneath the sheets and pulling them from where they've been tucked underneath the mattress. he tilts his head slightly down, but doesn't move. ] Sounds like my head's heavy with crap. I wouldn't listen to me.

[pajarita]

[She wasn't good at pillow talk before, but apparently she sucks at it even more when it's before -- or without -- anything sordid happens. They jump from one bad excuse to the next bad segue and she stiffles the instinct to tell him to rub his hands against her back until they're warmer.

Except she scoffs, because he keeps moving and moving.] Why're you so fidgety? [She pulls back a little, her nose and her cheeks a little redder from being hidden under the blankets and in his sweater, where it's warmer than outside. It makes her narrowing her eyes look probably a little silly, but -- whatever.

She raises her eyebrow, just one, and teases,] Anyone might think you're nervous, shooter.

[dominance]

About?

[ bellamy has too much to be nervous about. he fidgets when he's meant to be still. he twists his hands together when he wants to rest his arms by his sides. he taps his foot more in irritation. he used to be quiet and undetectable until he had crash landed with the rest of them onto the ground. there's something about being in the ark again, regardless of how broken it may be, that has him wanting to run. ]

[ he knows he doesn't want to fall back into old habits of remaining as a ghost to the council and as a neighbour to those of section 17. it's a little difficult now, what with those from his own unit having dropped in numbers, and kane seeming to like him more and more for what happened in mount weather. life is different, and he supposes letting people in properly has been the biggest change of all. even though he'd once had someone to help warm his sheets on the ground, it's changed. ]

[ he doesn't feel like himself, even though bellamy's beginning to wonder who that is anymore. ]

[ he sighs and purposefully stills. his voice is warm, slightly amused, as he smiles. ] I'm just trying to get warm. [ he shifts his head and pulls back from her slightly. it's been tempting to rest his chin against her head, but he's refrained from doing so for now. looking at her with an arch to his brow and a smile forming on his lips, he sounds less like the grunting and brooding bellamy and more like who he used to be before the world had come crashing down. ] Is that okay?

[pajarita]

I don't know, you tell me. [She knows she's pushing now, but maybe that's her newest style. Either push people away from her or push herself into their lives. It's had some success, the latter.

It's not like it surprises her that they're this close, it's just that the thought crosses her mind quickly: he's still pretty cute. Grunting and brooding, and all, but also when he's almost smiling.]

Yeah, it's fine. It's the whole point.

[dominance]

[ good, he thinks to say, but instead, bellamy makes it a point to shift so hard the mattress turns to the waves of the ocean. good is too sharp and short. good belongs to who he used to posture as, that guy who wanted to dismiss each and every one of the kids as being insignificant. flippant statements aren't bellamy when he's not mad or disgruntled. making waves, being a pain in the ass, is more his style. ]

[ she may push herself into the lives of those she wants to cling to like a barnacle, but bellamy lets her, just as he thinks she lets him wriggle about and even lift himself up partially to be annoying. ]

[ pulling his stretched leg from behind him, bellamy slides it between her own. maybe it'd been a mistake to let that sock slip from his foot before, but he'd been so comfortable holding her to him he hadn't wanted to slide away and pull the sock his other foot had pulled off back on. comfort is too hard to find these days, and he knows it's become a rare beast for her. ]

[ he stills, sudden again, save for one of his hands sliding down her covered back and sitting against the small of it. ] I won't fidget anymore if it bothers you.

[pajarita]

[She huffs out in reluctant amusement when he starts to fidget, wiggle around like an annoying little worm, probably doing it on purpose to piss her off. See how much he can.

She jumps at the cold foot he shoves between hers, and clamps her legs over it, because gravity helps with that at least. Maybe she lets out a jesus hell, because it's really cold outside this time of year and she hates it.

She has to make an effort to swallow, finally leaning in to press her forehead against his shoulder again, his collarbone.] You're such a pain in the ass.

[But it's not a reprimand, or scorn. She says it like he said it, once. You may be a pain in my ass, but I need you.]

[dominance]

[ bellamy smiles, moving his other hand up her back to bury his fingers in her hair. he isn't done being such a pain in the ass, though, with how his fingers dig beneath the strands to touch his slightly warm hands against the nape of her neck. by holding her and even rubbing her back purposefully and absently, he's warmed up his ice-like fingers to be something moderately pleasant to the touch. ]

[ though it's tempting to move about, bellamy makes the effort to stay still, knowing she's made herself comfortable at his shoulder. it's instinct of his own to wriggle about, to never stop moving, not even in sleep, but he's found it easy to forgo his own habits for the sake of bringing someone else comfort or simple ease. he thinks it's the better instinct to have. ]

[ just as it's instinct to easily curl into her, removing his own walls and being less like the person the rest of the ark sees has become almost a knee-jerk reaction when he's alone with her. his voice sounds as though it's on the edge of a laugh, ] But not a big enough pain for you to not try and feel me up.

[pajarita]

[He's the one who starts it. Hand in her hair, at the nape of her neck? It's a wonder the way she draws breath in quickly doesn't sound louder. It sounds loud to her ears, but she's got anatomy to thank for that.

The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention, like little pleas for touch me more, and so much for not getting any ideas. She's the first to get those ideas, so maybe she shouldn't cast stones. Her throat closes up with the sudden tension that goes through her, and she ends up squirming against him with her heartbeat loud in her ears.]

I can stand still if it bothers you.

(ring my bell) you know it's still got something to do with bodyheat!

[pajarita]

[dominance]

[ this is the last time he's going to listen to monty's so-called "weather reports." ]

[ bellamy says it over and over, grumbling about it as the rain pours down on them. they're outside of camp, a good walk away, when it hits. he'd planned their little outing to simply go for a walk and scout for more bunkers in the ground and clarke, though the latter is an unspoken vow of his own. he'd been planning these outings based off monty's weather predictions. he'd been right so far, peering up at the moon and the sun at all hours of the day and night and informing them of how it'll be humid with a nice breeze one day and there'll be a slight chance of rain on another. he's had it down to an art form before he's gone ahead and royally screwed it up. ]

[ it's easier to blame monty. bellamy knows he shouldn't; he should've known better when he'd chosen to argue with kane and abby about letting raven come with him. her leg's a concern, as always; for bellamy, he's more concerned with how crazy she's going being trapped inside of her little box in the ark with all of her toys. where abby had wished for him to simply leave it be and not get raven's hopes up about going outside and far away from camp, bellamy had been insistent on trusting her to know her own limits. know, he's falling prey to slipping into abby's shoes of doubt. ]

[ pulling the back of his jacket over his head, it does nothing to keep him dry. he's already soaked. his shoes squelch against the mud. the sky shoots down rain. he feels it slip beneath the collar of his shirt and trickle down his chest. with one hand holding his jacket up, his other darts out to wrap around raven. though he knows she can battle almost anything, it's the mud and the slippery ground he's most concerned about. ]

[ he slows, trying to help her up a slight slope of the muddy ground. ] I'm never listening to Monty again.

[pajarita]

[She's been going insane, close to climbing up the walls (what a joke that is) with cabin fever, all locked up inside her workshop; how easily the Chancellor falls in and out of acting like a concerned mother around Raven, kind of like her own mother did, once. She's gotten really good at ignoring the twinges of longing that run through her every time Abby remembers she liked Raven once, enough to pretend to care. (Some slaps sting forever, and Raven's not stupid to not know that the moment Clarke comes back everyone will go back to kneeling at her precious flawless feet.) She doesn't get her hopes up there, and thus nobody disappoints her.

Bellamy ruins those plans, but the chance to stretch her legs and go on an actual walk is so grand that she doesn't even care. Her hopes get raised, and when they set out to leave that day, she couldn't be happier.

The downpour catching them in the forest (because what else is there to walk through, really?) doesn't even bother her. So she's soaked to the bone, but it's unlikely she'll catch a cold, if she can withstand fucking radiation. It's just cumbersome, but she can easily ignore it, tip her head back and feel the raindrops pelt down her face. Like small kisses, like tiny touches that don't sting or hurt.

She hasn't been in the rain until right now, and of course she likes it, mud on her boots and all.

Bellamy's in full protective mode, and she can see him growing grumpier and wonders if he notices that she hasn't stopped smiling.]

I stopped doing that ten minutes after I met him.

i was gonna say unconventional bodyheat tag but i realize this whole post is me & bodyheat tags

[pajarita]

[She wakes up surrounded. There's Zelo sleeping curled up into a ball across her legs, and Nike curled up just against the small of her back, and even without opening her eyes she knows which is which because Nike's been pawing at the bed sheets, sniffing at her shirt and trying to get her head up under it for the past five minutes, which is why Raven is awake in the first place. Zelo is too mellow for that sort of early morning activity, and she sympathizes with the dog on a very high level.

And on the other side, in front of her and a little bit under her, there's Bellamy, his chest rising up and down in a rhythm that tells her, again without even opening her eyes, that he's still asleep. Of course he is, his dog isn't pawing at the elastic band of his underwear just because she's bored.

She makes a tsk sound, and unwraps her arm from around Bellamy's waist to reach behind her and shove Nike away, before she does something stupid. Like actually bite her ass.

It's in the process that she realizes that she has not only migrated closer to him during the night, legs wrapped around his leg like she's a koala at the zoo, but she has also migrated to his side of the bed. Which is explained by the dogs, probably.

Though she doubts it.

She squeezes her eyes shut and pushes her face against the front of his shirt, but the sun is still there and he needs to invest in curtains. Dark and drapey ones. Ultimately, she whispers,] We've been invaded.

i was going to say claim the meme but now it's claim blindness to my lameness

[dominance]

[ whenever the sun is up, bellamy's fallen asleep with his head underneath a pillow. it's the best way to block the sun. back home, they didn't have the luxury of curtains in their tents. the bright red always lit up whenever the sun rose into the sky, and it's something he's used to, even if it's annoying when he finally falls asleep to only find the sun has risen an hour or so later. ]

[ bellamy sleeps either like the dead or as though he's only closed his eyes. very rarely does he seem to find an in-between, but he has, now. without much to put him on edge, save for two dogs who he never should've taught how to jump onto his bed, there's not much for bellamy to stress about. even though he shifts in his sleep, he remains on his back, one of his legs hanging off the side of his bed. his sheets are a mess, but he doesn't tug at them. ]

[ lifting his hand, bellamy drags his hand clumsily across his face, but doesn't open his eyes. he doesn't see the dogs, even though he can hear them and feel them. instead, he shifts on his bed, as though he's trying to get comfortable, and places his arm around her, hand flat on her back. ] Hmm. [ he doesn't think to answer her in words. a part of him feels like he has, even though he's only thought of his answer. ]

[ it's after a moment he seems to realise he's only hummed instead of spoken. his words are slurred, ] Tell them not today.

claimed

[pajarita]

[She lets out a small laugh, because him being so grumpy never fails to amuse and surprise her, and there goes her own grumpy disposition. Easy as that, sunshine can come into the room.

She still swats at Nike again.] Not today, fiends. [She relaxes into his arms for a few seconds there, having the gal to think that they're allowed to relax and be lazy in bed some more.

And then she feels a snout against the small of her back, a small growl, and her shirt gets a tug.] The enemy's attacking -- haha, [She jumps and nearly, nearly climbs up on him, laughing suddenly.]

Nike, that fucking tickles.

in the name of vegemite.

[dominance]

[ bellamy groans, frowning, but refuses to open his eyes. nike's a pain in the ass, a dog that he enjoys most of the time, but one who doesn't seem to understand boundaries. he vaguely remembers raven comparing her to octavia, and it's within moments like these he thinks she had been right. never letting him sleep, always poking at him, always wanting his attention — it'd been cute, in the beginning, and still is, at times, but bellamy likes his sleep a hell of a lot more than he likes anything else. a dog who can't be bothered to bother her brother is a dog he doesn't want on his bed in the early hours of the morning. ]

[ like zelo, bellamy just wants to sleep. his arm remains around her as she moves about in response to nike, but he doesn't so much as try to defend her. raven's never needed him to save her, from grounders, a gunshot, or even a dog, and he's not about to start rescuing her like she's a princess in need of a knight. ]

[ instead, bellamy begins to shift beneath her. loudly, he says, words still slightly slurred, ] Eat her. [ and he turns onto his side, back to her, as he keeps his eyes closed. he does blindly search for her arm behind him to at least feel her wrist between his fingers. his grumpiness remains as a nice, thin blanket for him to curl under. ]

[pajarita]

Oh my god - [She snaps her fingers at Nike, once, and turns her head to make eye contact. A battle of the ages is happening behind him, and he's not even there to see it. She nudges with her chin, once, and Nike stares for a few more seconds before giving up and moving on to bother a sleepy Zelo.

He can handle her better than Raven can right now.

Dogs dispatched with, she rolls over and scoots forward, pressing herself to his back and wrapping her hand, the one he likes to hold onto, around him, pressed to the center of his chest.

Belatedly,] Eat her? [She presses a kiss to the nape of his neck, and lets out a low laugh, then bites him.] Traitor.

[dominance]

[ if his dogs bit, he'd have asked her for a second pen. but they're friendly, despite their growing size and their fondness for ignoring boundaries. sometimes bellamy's glad he'd had the sense to get a second dog, knowing nike might be as lonely as he had been before octavia had been born. she annoys zelo more than him, but she has her moments, like when raven chooses to stay over. preferring the attention of someone she doesn't have access to every hour of every day seems more appetising for a dog like nike. ]

[ bellamy lays still, readjusting her hand in his as he closes his eyes and wonders if he can catch sleep again. he doubts it, but he doesn't want to open them, either. sometimes it's better to lose a sense, tapping into his others — sound, scent, taste, even touch — than to only regard raven with his eyes. ]

[ he sighs out, ] Better you than me. [ as though nike's in earshot, or even paying attention when she goes to try and encourage zelo to play with her, he repeats, ] Eat her. She hogs the bed.

[pajarita]

[She brings her legs up, hogging the bed and all, out of reach of the dogs, so they can't get distracted on her. Again.

One of these days, she'll stop being a novelty to them every time she's around, and that'll be a sad day. She settles on nudging her legs up under his, knees behind his knees. He's a lousy, grumpy little spoon, but he'll do.]

Just for the record her, are you telling Nike to eat me or vice versa?

[dominance]

[ he doesn't take a moment to think. ]

Either.

[ at her nudging, he moves to accommodate her, shifting his legs so he doesn't stretch himself over his bed. bellamy remains still, save for tugging at her arm as though it's a blanket. he presses her palm flat against his chest before moving it toward his collarbone. ]

You both wriggle. [ he pauses, then shifts. in an attempt to look over his shoulder, he does his best to not dislodge her — or roll onto her. ] And snore. [ he settles back into pressing his cheek into his pillow, closing his eyes again. his hand fiddles with her fingers, showing he's restless and awake, even though he wants to remain on the cusp of sleep. ]

[pajarita]

[In her defense, she wriggles because of his dogs in the first place. As for the second accusation, she sputters:] What?

[Sorry for your narrative, Bellamy, but no more sleep for you. She pulls him backwards, sliding back to make him roll onto his back again, and climbs on top of him, agile and far too awake for -- she squints -- eight in the morning? she'll eat Nike, it's done.]

I so don't snore, I think your own snores wake you up.

[dominance]

[ moving easily beneath her pull, bellamy laughs and stays on his back, hands moving to her hips to settle there lightly. he looks up at her, blinking as his eyes readjust to the brightness of his room. he still doesn't think he needs curtains, even though they'd spare him a lot of pain and irritation. ]

[ he shakes his head. ] I'm pretty sure it's you. [ he's heard his dogs snore before, but bellamy doesn't think to tell her what she already knows. removing a hand from her hip, he rubs at his face, lingering at one of his eyes, before he returns it to where it'd settled before. he sighs, dramatically, ] You're always kicking me.

[pajarita]

Because you're such a pain in the ass. [She squeezes her legs around him and pokes his side, aiming low, for the places where she thinks it might tickle; it's a gentle poke, but still, the tease is there.]

I can't help it. I come here looking for a good time, and your dogs think I'm their bed. [With a roll of her eyes and a dramatic sigh, she slumps over and lies down on his chest, her cheek to the top of his collarbone.] It's really hard being this popular.