[ bellamy watches her quietly, remaining still beneath her so she can settle as she likes on him. his smile may waver, disappearing for a moment at the word no, but it reappears again, softer and fond as he looks up at her. ]
[ tilting his head forward, he unlocks his hands, lifting an arm to trail his fingers lightly down her back. pressing his palm to the small of it for only a moment, he rethinks where he wants to touch her, and lifts his hand to brush the back of his knuckles against her cheek. ]
[ softly, ] Funny. [ he turns his hand, cupping her face. ] I want the same thing, too.
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[ tilting his head forward, he unlocks his hands, lifting an arm to trail his fingers lightly down her back. pressing his palm to the small of it for only a moment, he rethinks where he wants to touch her, and lifts his hand to brush the back of his knuckles against her cheek. ]
[ softly, ] Funny. [ he turns his hand, cupping her face. ] I want the same thing, too.