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[ maybe it's cheating, continuing what he had begun earlier. but raven hadn't outlined the rules — and bellamy's always made it a point to break them. sometimes he abides by them, but often for his own gain, either to see her exasperated and anticipating the very moment he breaks them, or because they're rules he's created. but without any guidelines as to how he's meant to play this, bellamy does what bellamy wants. ]

[ he trails kisses from her jawline to her neck, slowly moving down the length of it as he wanders far from her. lingering at the slope of her shoulder, he wonders if this is breaking the rules — and find he doesn't care. maybe raven will come to regret not giving him any guidelines on how he's meant to play this game of hers, even though he suspects her words hold a slip of truth to them now. ]