[ pressing his lips together, bellamy sighs when he looks at her. he's amused and exasperated, wanting to keep going with her legs. ] Come on.
[ for a moment, he just looks at her, posture slightly slouched as he expects her to give in. even if he pouted, he knows she wouldn't — he thinks to prove himself right, but he doesn't so much as look at her with a pitiful expression (considering he already is). instead of wallowing, he moves at the beckoning of her finger, leaning forward to crawl the short space between where he'd been on his knees and where she is now. ]
[ he reaches out to grip her hips, fingers tapping momentarily along her hipbones before pulling her to him. ]
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[ for a moment, he just looks at her, posture slightly slouched as he expects her to give in. even if he pouted, he knows she wouldn't — he thinks to prove himself right, but he doesn't so much as look at her with a pitiful expression (considering he already is). instead of wallowing, he moves at the beckoning of her finger, leaning forward to crawl the short space between where he'd been on his knees and where she is now. ]
[ he reaches out to grip her hips, fingers tapping momentarily along her hipbones before pulling her to him. ]