[ despite how much he may like her neck, bellamy doesn't linger for long. he likes feeling her pulse beat steadily, reminding him that her heart beats just as strongly and defiantly as she does. her feet may walk to the same beat now, able to pick up her injured leg as though it hadn't caused any pain to shoot through her at all, but he prefers hearing her heart and feeling it more than anything else. ]
[ hovering over her, he shifts his knees on the bed, making himself more comfortable between her legs. he doesn't fuss on it for too long, either, intent to travel elsewhere beyond her neck. with a hand curving around her hip to slip onto the bed beside it, he holds himself up near her arm, fingers gripping and then releasing the linens beneath her. making his way down the length of it, he kisses her collarbone, leaving a trail behind as he ventures toward the swell of her breast. ]
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[ hovering over her, he shifts his knees on the bed, making himself more comfortable between her legs. he doesn't fuss on it for too long, either, intent to travel elsewhere beyond her neck. with a hand curving around her hip to slip onto the bed beside it, he holds himself up near her arm, fingers gripping and then releasing the linens beneath her. making his way down the length of it, he kisses her collarbone, leaving a trail behind as he ventures toward the swell of her breast. ]