[ what goes up must come down, and that's the only basic science he knows and understands. even though raven could settle between his legs, or even off to the side, he doesn't consider her straddling him to be her breaking the rules. it's if her hands had touched him he thinks he would've won. maybe it's unfair to exclude her legs most of the time, but bellamy likes feeling them, especially the one he still sometimes forgets has been fully healed. denying her the right to at least feel touch on her leg seems cruel, even if he's simply overthinking it, never quite moving past how she may feel as complete as she had been before. ]
[ even though he suspects he'll regret rolling over, bellamy's content to respond to her. trying to chase after her mouth once it leaves his, he settles his head back against the pillow and arches his neck. breathing heavily, his hands reach forward, ready to press against her back, before he catches himself right as they hover over her. he smiles to himself, hands balling into fists as he lets them settle back onto the bed beside his hips once more. with a low moan in his throat, bellamy shifts beneath her, lips parting as he focuses on the feel of her ministrations. ]
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[ even though he suspects he'll regret rolling over, bellamy's content to respond to her. trying to chase after her mouth once it leaves his, he settles his head back against the pillow and arches his neck. breathing heavily, his hands reach forward, ready to press against her back, before he catches himself right as they hover over her. he smiles to himself, hands balling into fists as he lets them settle back onto the bed beside his hips once more. with a low moan in his throat, bellamy shifts beneath her, lips parting as he focuses on the feel of her ministrations. ]