[ bellamy lifts his arm again, almost on purpose this time. after hearing her laugh, it's tempting to throw the game entirely. he almost does. if he hadn't liked being challenged, testing himself so he can do better, be better when he needs to be, he would've forfeited the moment she proposed it. but he knows raven likes a challenge herself, seeing if she can break him, and while he suspects he'd had her in the palm of his hand when he'd been caging her in, he'd given up on trying to expose a vulnerability of her own. as much fun as it is to be the predator, sometimes bellamy likes to be the prey. ]
[ he smiles against her mouth, tilting his head as he focuses on kissing her back. it only lasts a moment as he moves his arm, letting it hover closely to her as though he's about to wrap it around her back and pull him to her. he doesn't let himself touch her, or throw it, not just yet. instead, he shifts his head to break away from her, breathing heavily when he asks, ] Hypothetical. [ he lifts his arm away from her, as if expecting she'll lean up into him. letting his elbow rest against the bed, he holds his upper arm up awkwardly. ] If you won, what would you do?
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[ he smiles against her mouth, tilting his head as he focuses on kissing her back. it only lasts a moment as he moves his arm, letting it hover closely to her as though he's about to wrap it around her back and pull him to her. he doesn't let himself touch her, or throw it, not just yet. instead, he shifts his head to break away from her, breathing heavily when he asks, ] Hypothetical. [ he lifts his arm away from her, as if expecting she'll lean up into him. letting his elbow rest against the bed, he holds his upper arm up awkwardly. ] If you won, what would you do?