[ bellamy takes a while to wake up because he's comfortable. it's not something he wants to admit to her, knowing that her head will only grow larger than it already is if he confesses that he's relaxed in her presence. movies let him relax, even forget what it is that's been plaguing him for a week as he either becomes lost in the story and sits on the edge of his seat, or rests his head against the cushions of the couch and closes his eyes to drift off. it's easier to let her figure it out for herself. ]
[ he smiles, ready to continue talking about the dogs to irritate her even further, but finds that she stops him before he has a chance to even formulate some bullshit to tell her of. his hand glides up her back to thread his fingers in her hair, opening his mouth beneath hers. ]
[ he pulls away once a thought catches him, his smile not wavering. quietly, ] Are you going to buy me flowers?
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[ he smiles, ready to continue talking about the dogs to irritate her even further, but finds that she stops him before he has a chance to even formulate some bullshit to tell her of. his hand glides up her back to thread his fingers in her hair, opening his mouth beneath hers. ]
[ he pulls away once a thought catches him, his smile not wavering. quietly, ] Are you going to buy me flowers?