( the body heat meme )

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the body heat meme

it's fucking freezing, so lets start a fire. ▸ top level, request one of mine. ▸ either write a scenario or picture prompt me. ▸ lmk if you want some smut.

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(ring my bell) you know it's still got something to do with bodyheat!

[pajarita]

[dominance]

[ this is the last time he's going to listen to monty's so-called "weather reports." ]

[ bellamy says it over and over, grumbling about it as the rain pours down on them. they're outside of camp, a good walk away, when it hits. he'd planned their little outing to simply go for a walk and scout for more bunkers in the ground and clarke, though the latter is an unspoken vow of his own. he'd been planning these outings based off monty's weather predictions. he'd been right so far, peering up at the moon and the sun at all hours of the day and night and informing them of how it'll be humid with a nice breeze one day and there'll be a slight chance of rain on another. he's had it down to an art form before he's gone ahead and royally screwed it up. ]

[ it's easier to blame monty. bellamy knows he shouldn't; he should've known better when he'd chosen to argue with kane and abby about letting raven come with him. her leg's a concern, as always; for bellamy, he's more concerned with how crazy she's going being trapped inside of her little box in the ark with all of her toys. where abby had wished for him to simply leave it be and not get raven's hopes up about going outside and far away from camp, bellamy had been insistent on trusting her to know her own limits. know, he's falling prey to slipping into abby's shoes of doubt. ]

[ pulling the back of his jacket over his head, it does nothing to keep him dry. he's already soaked. his shoes squelch against the mud. the sky shoots down rain. he feels it slip beneath the collar of his shirt and trickle down his chest. with one hand holding his jacket up, his other darts out to wrap around raven. though he knows she can battle almost anything, it's the mud and the slippery ground he's most concerned about. ]

[ he slows, trying to help her up a slight slope of the muddy ground. ] I'm never listening to Monty again.

[pajarita]

[She's been going insane, close to climbing up the walls (what a joke that is) with cabin fever, all locked up inside her workshop; how easily the Chancellor falls in and out of acting like a concerned mother around Raven, kind of like her own mother did, once. She's gotten really good at ignoring the twinges of longing that run through her every time Abby remembers she liked Raven once, enough to pretend to care. (Some slaps sting forever, and Raven's not stupid to not know that the moment Clarke comes back everyone will go back to kneeling at her precious flawless feet.) She doesn't get her hopes up there, and thus nobody disappoints her.

Bellamy ruins those plans, but the chance to stretch her legs and go on an actual walk is so grand that she doesn't even care. Her hopes get raised, and when they set out to leave that day, she couldn't be happier.

The downpour catching them in the forest (because what else is there to walk through, really?) doesn't even bother her. So she's soaked to the bone, but it's unlikely she'll catch a cold, if she can withstand fucking radiation. It's just cumbersome, but she can easily ignore it, tip her head back and feel the raindrops pelt down her face. Like small kisses, like tiny touches that don't sting or hurt.

She hasn't been in the rain until right now, and of course she likes it, mud on her boots and all.

Bellamy's in full protective mode, and she can see him growing grumpier and wonders if he notices that she hasn't stopped smiling.]

I stopped doing that ten minutes after I met him.