[ sometimes bellamy thinks eudio's just full of shit. grant someone an endless supply of wishes without looking for the loophole. it's too good to be true, at times, and sometimes he wants to check. ensure that her leg stays as it is instead of sparking into what it had been back home. he wants to make sure octavia is safe, but that requires leaving — and bellamy knows the moment he walks away, he won't be coming back. ]
[ his hand lingers on the small of her back, pressing harder against it. he knows it doesn't hurt, but he always likes to check. ensure that it won't hurt if he presses his hand against it, despite her own reassurance it doesn't ache beneath his touch. there's guilt that lingers there, but bellamy's been slowly pushing it away from him as per her own request. ]
[ humming low in his throat, bellamy lies back down on the bed. looking up at her, his smile forms slowly. he almost thinks to laugh, but doesn't, even though he jokes: ] I'm naked enough for you? [ his other hand slides down her leg, sitting on her thigh. ] You won. Aren't I supposed to do what you want?
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[ his hand lingers on the small of her back, pressing harder against it. he knows it doesn't hurt, but he always likes to check. ensure that it won't hurt if he presses his hand against it, despite her own reassurance it doesn't ache beneath his touch. there's guilt that lingers there, but bellamy's been slowly pushing it away from him as per her own request. ]
[ humming low in his throat, bellamy lies back down on the bed. looking up at her, his smile forms slowly. he almost thinks to laugh, but doesn't, even though he jokes: ] I'm naked enough for you? [ his other hand slides down her leg, sitting on her thigh. ] You won. Aren't I supposed to do what you want?