[ bellamy pulls away, shifting slightly to brush his nose against her own. it's with a lazy smile he regards her, keeping his face close to her own. remaining tilted on his side, resting hard against his arm, he lets his fingers trace her cheek lightly. eyes following his movements, they sweep up toward the corner of her eye, along her temple, and down the bridge of her nose. ]
[ he murmurs, slightly breathless, ] I think I'm winning. [ but he doesn't particularly care if he wins or loses this, simply saying it to stir her, or even have her laugh or push him. it's only to get a reaction, one he intends to be positive. ]
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[ he murmurs, slightly breathless, ] I think I'm winning. [ but he doesn't particularly care if he wins or loses this, simply saying it to stir her, or even have her laugh or push him. it's only to get a reaction, one he intends to be positive. ]