[ 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.
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[ 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.