[ letting his gaze shift from her face to follow his arm, moving as he lets his fingers walk along her spine as though they have legs, he doesn't answer her for a moment. it's easy to get lost in being comfortable, in letting his blunt fingernails press lightly against her skin as they walk up the ladder of her spine to descend again. ]
[ he hums for a moment, as though that's his answer, but he looks up at her a brief moment later. he nods, and purses his lips, saying quietly, ] That would be nice. [ his hand doesn't stop along her back, his other curved to her hip. bellamy's found he doesn't need chocolate — or roses, or roses between her teeth, or roses and chocolates as a ploy to woo him — when she's content to let him touch her. he goes back to watching his arm, focusing on gliding his fingers up and down her back, alternating between sweeping the pads and walking them along her spine. ]
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[ he hums for a moment, as though that's his answer, but he looks up at her a brief moment later. he nods, and purses his lips, saying quietly, ] That would be nice. [ his hand doesn't stop along her back, his other curved to her hip. bellamy's found he doesn't need chocolate — or roses, or roses between her teeth, or roses and chocolates as a ploy to woo him — when she's content to let him touch her. he goes back to watching his arm, focusing on gliding his fingers up and down her back, alternating between sweeping the pads and walking them along her spine. ]