[ at the touch of her fingers on his stomach, bellamy shifts, as if ready to roll away. he wants to, away from the light touch of her fingers, but he stays where he is, only swaying slightly as he tries to arch away from the ticklish sensation. it's enough of a distraction, but he doesn't pull away from what he wants to do. he's withstood far worse, from fire to the downpour of rain, that he easily settles into the touch of her fingers if she wishes to have them crawl all along his exposed chest. ]
[ he stops moving when she turns her head, and smiles against her mouth, opening his beneath hers. lowering himself slightly, he shifts a leg, planting a knee between her own. even though he isn't so sure if this is him cracking, he lifts a hand to touch her cheek, thumb brushing over the apple of it as he cradles her face in his hand. ]
[ with a hum, he shifts himself, almost lying on his side, but still over her. he licks into her mouth and finds that the curve of his lips doesn't slip away. ]
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[ he stops moving when she turns her head, and smiles against her mouth, opening his beneath hers. lowering himself slightly, he shifts a leg, planting a knee between her own. even though he isn't so sure if this is him cracking, he lifts a hand to touch her cheek, thumb brushing over the apple of it as he cradles her face in his hand. ]
[ with a hum, he shifts himself, almost lying on his side, but still over her. he licks into her mouth and finds that the curve of his lips doesn't slip away. ]