[ he smiles, and thinks to tell her she doesn't. bellamy knows what hate feels like, from her and from others, and what she feels for him is far from that. even though it's confronting in its own way to know raven doesn't simply tolerate him because he's the lesser of many evils in the city, he takes confidence in that. ]
[ truthfully, the admission only makes him want to hear it again. ]
[ he takes a moment to think of nothing, wondering if he reacts slowly if she'll grow impatient, before he rolls his hips into hers once more without trying to swallow his own groan. he leans down, nose brushing against the tip of her own, and asks, hushed, ] That? [ and he makes sure he does it again, this time his hips moving into hers a little harder. ]
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[ truthfully, the admission only makes him want to hear it again. ]
[ he takes a moment to think of nothing, wondering if he reacts slowly if she'll grow impatient, before he rolls his hips into hers once more without trying to swallow his own groan. he leans down, nose brushing against the tip of her own, and asks, hushed, ] That? [ and he makes sure he does it again, this time his hips moving into hers a little harder. ]