[ with her lying on his chest, bellamy wraps his arms around her. he looks over to the side, watching nike try and leap onto the couch. she can do it, but she often prefers it when someone picks her up. it's not a habit he wants to encourage, given she's going to grow into a monster size of a dog over the next several months. ]
That isn't a good time? [ he turns to look down at her, brow raised as he tries to see her. he begins to glide his hand up and down her back, lingering at the small of it. he knows there's a scar there, has felt it and kissed it several times over, and a part of him wants to do it again instead of pretending there's no puckered flesh there. to him, it's a reminder of who raven is, while the scar on the inside of his left arm is one he wants to remove from his skin. sometimes he can still feel the id chip under his flesh, just as he sometimes assumes raven can with that bullet. ]
[ shifting beneath her, he blindly tries to wrap his foot around her ankle. ] Fawned over by two dogs. Anyone else in the city would be jealous, Raven.
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That isn't a good time? [ he turns to look down at her, brow raised as he tries to see her. he begins to glide his hand up and down her back, lingering at the small of it. he knows there's a scar there, has felt it and kissed it several times over, and a part of him wants to do it again instead of pretending there's no puckered flesh there. to him, it's a reminder of who raven is, while the scar on the inside of his left arm is one he wants to remove from his skin. sometimes he can still feel the id chip under his flesh, just as he sometimes assumes raven can with that bullet. ]
[ shifting beneath her, he blindly tries to wrap his foot around her ankle. ] Fawned over by two dogs. Anyone else in the city would be jealous, Raven.