[ looking up at her with a soft expression, bellamy's reluctant to even move. he'd rather stay as he is, shirt bunched beneath his arms and uncomfortable against his back where he lies. it's tempting for him to tease her and ask if that's what she wants, bending the interpretation of the game to be the winner gets one request, but bellamy doesn't wish to ruin it. for once, burrowing beneath her skin to be irritating isn't his priority. ]
[ instead, he focuses on showing her. and maybe he does choose to be a little cheeky with it, but bellamy can only show her he wants her by letting himself go. no longer as guarded as he had once been, emotionally unavailable as he kept himself locked behind a metallic door, sometimes he wonders if she gets that. letting his hand drop, bellamy's smile widens. softly, ] I'll take this off for you.
[ hooking his fingers into his shirt, he uses that as a gesture for her to move back so he can pick his shoulders up off the bed and pull it over his head. ]
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[ instead, he focuses on showing her. and maybe he does choose to be a little cheeky with it, but bellamy can only show her he wants her by letting himself go. no longer as guarded as he had once been, emotionally unavailable as he kept himself locked behind a metallic door, sometimes he wonders if she gets that. letting his hand drop, bellamy's smile widens. softly, ] I'll take this off for you.
[ hooking his fingers into his shirt, he uses that as a gesture for her to move back so he can pick his shoulders up off the bed and pull it over his head. ]