[ despite having a fondness for touching her, a hand on the small of her back, between her shoulder blades, palms pressed against her back to fan his fingers out against her whenever he holds her to him, bellamy doesn't move them to touch her. now that he knows it's something she wants, he figures there's two choices he can make — give it to her, or make her miss it, and a part of him wants to do the latter. ]
[ removing a sense has always left him feeling disoriented, but it's also made him appreciate his ability to hear, taste, touch, or even see a hell of a lot more. he figures maybe the same can happen with raven if he refuses to touch her for now, kissing along the length of her throat until he meets the slope of her shoulder. ]
[ her saying his name is the encouragement he needs to take the collar of her shirt between his teeth to drag it down so he can reach the skin beneath it to kiss, following the curve of her shoulder. ]
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[ removing a sense has always left him feeling disoriented, but it's also made him appreciate his ability to hear, taste, touch, or even see a hell of a lot more. he figures maybe the same can happen with raven if he refuses to touch her for now, kissing along the length of her throat until he meets the slope of her shoulder. ]
[ her saying his name is the encouragement he needs to take the collar of her shirt between his teeth to drag it down so he can reach the skin beneath it to kiss, following the curve of her shoulder. ]