( 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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[pajarita]

[It'd be a lie to say she doesn't expect him to shut it down. He has every reason to, she expects a soft scoff from him and an easy joke, and it'll be fine if that's what happens. She wouldn't kick him out of bed or tell him to get his thoughts figured out. They ended up here as friends first, she thinks, that one tryst notwithstanding.

So when he answer she almost misses it, almost feels like the blood's rushed up to her head completely. I probably do.

This part here, it's a risk. But they could live the rest of their lives in hiding, afraid of taking risks again because that's landed them in trouble before. Or they could be who they are, and let emotion dictate first and foremost.

Her gaze falls quickly to his mouth, just as she unwraps one arm from around him to cup the side of his face in her hands.]

Should have that checked. [She leans in, nose brushing his nose first, then her lips across his lips, the softest kiss she's given anyone in years. If she stops, it's because she remembered breathing is important. She takes one loud breath, and then crushes her mouth against his properly.]

[dominance]

[ he should probably go see the medical practitioner, but every time bellamy's had an issue, he's always gone to the mechanic instead. he's about to scrunch up his face in agreement, but she leans in toward him instead, halting his movements and even his own response as he waits. ]

[ he's always been able to predict the movement of someone else by leaning upon the stories mom used to tell him. it was easy to recognise a her wanting to be like heracles, as he predicted kane would lean upon another, like heracles had atlas, in order to steal a golden apple. but the love stories he'd been told hadn't quite prepared him for anything — there's the epics, between eros and psyche, hades and persephone, and the incredible tragedies, like helen of troy and paris, but none of those stories ever encompass friends straddling a line he knows he's fearful of overstepping. ]

[ sometimes bellamy tricks himself into thinking there are many people in his corner before he remembers there's only two who have never quite stopped believing in him. he's already experienced ruining his relationship with o, regardless of how temporary it had been; he doesn't want to trip and scrape his knee when it comes to raven. ]

[ when she kisses him, bellamy remains still, but his hand moves to her back to press his palm between her shoulder blades. he thinks to speak when she pulls away, but despite having the words to inspire a crowd of dejected delinquents, he doesn't know what he'd say at all. ]

[ a part of him is grateful she doesn't give him that chance. ]

[ his other hand moves to touch her face lightly, before he cradles her cheek in the palm of his hand. shifting his body closer to her, bellamy opens his mouth beneath hers, thinking perhaps holding her closer is going to rid him of his ailment of forgetting too much and remembering too little. pushing her away has never achieved anything. ]

[pajarita]

[The inhale comes out as he starts responding, out through her nose slowly, like someone trying not to shiver, not to tremble with the weight of having made a decision and having found it reciprocated. She just gives; gives him one small kiss after another, deepening the contact with each one, tasting the inside of his mouth.

She manages to even ask the question without moving away from the kiss, her voice a little breathless,] This okay?

[dominance]

[ it's not okay to bellamy if it means he loses her — there's not many people in camp that he remotely likes. and even then, he hardly wants to spend an entire day with them. his solitude is something that he craves more and more with each passing day, but raven's managed to burrow beneath his skin to be one of the less irritating factors of camp jaha life. ]

[ he doesn't know what to say. yes, it's okay. it's okay because it feels right. no, it's not okay; he's terrified of it having a ripple effect that changes the entire nature of their relationship. ]

[ bellamy goes with his gut, though. his hand presses more firmly against her back as he shakes his head slightly. pulling away just a bit, his voice is low, ] No. It's not. [ and he rolls onto his back, hand on her own pushing her against him. he doesn't think to correct himself to say now it is — lying side by side has its advantages, but bellamy's need quite liked how easy it is to slip away. but he finds himself pressing his mouth harder against her own instead, thinking, perhaps, she'll find his correction with how he licks it into the cavern of hers. ]

[pajarita]

[She's not going anywhere, and it's not just because her brace is buried somewhere under layers of clothes so the padding stays warm through the night. She's not going anywhere, but she knows it's a risk, and she's ready for him to say it and move on.

So, he says it.

But, they don't move on. He rolls on his back and pulls her with him, and she barely has time to experience a curious sort of jolt over being on top of him again, because he's kissing her. Oh.] Okay. [She'll concede, this is better not on their sides. She pulls herself up against him a little just to get the angle right, and meets his tongue with her own, shivering above him.]