divided | ( the body heat meme )

[She wakes up surrounded. There's Zelo sleeping curled up into a ball across her legs, and Nike curled up just against the small of her back, and even without opening her eyes she knows which is which because Nike's been pawing at the bed sheets, sniffing at her shirt and trying to get her head up under it for the past five minutes, which is why Raven is awake in the first place. Zelo is too mellow for that sort of early morning activity, and she sympathizes with the dog on a very high level.

And on the other side, in front of her and a little bit under her, there's Bellamy, his chest rising up and down in a rhythm that tells her, again without even opening her eyes, that he's still asleep. Of course he is, his dog isn't pawing at the elastic band of his underwear just because she's bored.

She makes a tsk sound, and unwraps her arm from around Bellamy's waist to reach behind her and shove Nike away, before she does something stupid. Like actually bite her ass.

It's in the process that she realizes that she has not only migrated closer to him during the night, legs wrapped around his leg like she's a koala at the zoo, but she has also migrated to his side of the bed. Which is explained by the dogs, probably.

Though she doubts it.

She squeezes her eyes shut and pushes her face against the front of his shirt, but the sun is still there and he needs to invest in curtains. Dark and drapey ones. Ultimately, she whispers,] We've been invaded.

[ whenever the sun is up, bellamy's fallen asleep with his head underneath a pillow. it's the best way to block the sun. back home, they didn't have the luxury of curtains in their tents. the bright red always lit up whenever the sun rose into the sky, and it's something he's used to, even if it's annoying when he finally falls asleep to only find the sun has risen an hour or so later. ]

[ bellamy sleeps either like the dead or as though he's only closed his eyes. very rarely does he seem to find an in-between, but he has, now. without much to put him on edge, save for two dogs who he never should've taught how to jump onto his bed, there's not much for bellamy to stress about. even though he shifts in his sleep, he remains on his back, one of his legs hanging off the side of his bed. his sheets are a mess, but he doesn't tug at them. ]

[ lifting his hand, bellamy drags his hand clumsily across his face, but doesn't open his eyes. he doesn't see the dogs, even though he can hear them and feel them. instead, he shifts on his bed, as though he's trying to get comfortable, and places his arm around her, hand flat on her back. ] Hmm. [ he doesn't think to answer her in words. a part of him feels like he has, even though he's only thought of his answer. ]

[ it's after a moment he seems to realise he's only hummed instead of spoken. his words are slurred, ] Tell them not today.

[She lets out a small laugh, because him being so grumpy never fails to amuse and surprise her, and there goes her own grumpy disposition. Easy as that, sunshine can come into the room.

She still swats at Nike again.] Not today, fiends. [She relaxes into his arms for a few seconds there, having the gal to think that they're allowed to relax and be lazy in bed some more.

And then she feels a snout against the small of her back, a small growl, and her shirt gets a tug.] The enemy's attacking -- haha, [She jumps and nearly, nearly climbs up on him, laughing suddenly.]

Nike, that fucking tickles.

[ bellamy groans, frowning, but refuses to open his eyes. nike's a pain in the ass, a dog that he enjoys most of the time, but one who doesn't seem to understand boundaries. he vaguely remembers raven comparing her to octavia, and it's within moments like these he thinks she had been right. never letting him sleep, always poking at him, always wanting his attention — it'd been cute, in the beginning, and still is, at times, but bellamy likes his sleep a hell of a lot more than he likes anything else. a dog who can't be bothered to bother her brother is a dog he doesn't want on his bed in the early hours of the morning. ]

[ like zelo, bellamy just wants to sleep. his arm remains around her as she moves about in response to nike, but he doesn't so much as try to defend her. raven's never needed him to save her, from grounders, a gunshot, or even a dog, and he's not about to start rescuing her like she's a princess in need of a knight. ]

[ instead, bellamy begins to shift beneath her. loudly, he says, words still slightly slurred, ] Eat her. [ and he turns onto his side, back to her, as he keeps his eyes closed. he does blindly search for her arm behind him to at least feel her wrist between his fingers. his grumpiness remains as a nice, thin blanket for him to curl under. ]

Oh my god - [She snaps her fingers at Nike, once, and turns her head to make eye contact. A battle of the ages is happening behind him, and he's not even there to see it. She nudges with her chin, once, and Nike stares for a few more seconds before giving up and moving on to bother a sleepy Zelo.

He can handle her better than Raven can right now.

Dogs dispatched with, she rolls over and scoots forward, pressing herself to his back and wrapping her hand, the one he likes to hold onto, around him, pressed to the center of his chest.

Belatedly,] Eat her? [She presses a kiss to the nape of his neck, and lets out a low laugh, then bites him.] Traitor.

[ if his dogs bit, he'd have asked her for a second pen. but they're friendly, despite their growing size and their fondness for ignoring boundaries. sometimes bellamy's glad he'd had the sense to get a second dog, knowing nike might be as lonely as he had been before octavia had been born. she annoys zelo more than him, but she has her moments, like when raven chooses to stay over. preferring the attention of someone she doesn't have access to every hour of every day seems more appetising for a dog like nike. ]

[ bellamy lays still, readjusting her hand in his as he closes his eyes and wonders if he can catch sleep again. he doubts it, but he doesn't want to open them, either. sometimes it's better to lose a sense, tapping into his others — sound, scent, taste, even touch — than to only regard raven with his eyes. ]

[ he sighs out, ] Better you than me. [ as though nike's in earshot, or even paying attention when she goes to try and encourage zelo to play with her, he repeats, ] Eat her. She hogs the bed.

[She brings her legs up, hogging the bed and all, out of reach of the dogs, so they can't get distracted on her. Again.

One of these days, she'll stop being a novelty to them every time she's around, and that'll be a sad day. She settles on nudging her legs up under his, knees behind his knees. He's a lousy, grumpy little spoon, but he'll do.]

Just for the record her, are you telling Nike to eat me or vice versa?

[ he doesn't take a moment to think. ]

Either.

[ at her nudging, he moves to accommodate her, shifting his legs so he doesn't stretch himself over his bed. bellamy remains still, save for tugging at her arm as though it's a blanket. he presses her palm flat against his chest before moving it toward his collarbone. ]

You both wriggle. [ he pauses, then shifts. in an attempt to look over his shoulder, he does his best to not dislodge her — or roll onto her. ] And snore. [ he settles back into pressing his cheek into his pillow, closing his eyes again. his hand fiddles with her fingers, showing he's restless and awake, even though he wants to remain on the cusp of sleep. ]

[In her defense, she wriggles because of his dogs in the first place. As for the second accusation, she sputters:] What?

[Sorry for your narrative, Bellamy, but no more sleep for you. She pulls him backwards, sliding back to make him roll onto his back again, and climbs on top of him, agile and far too awake for -- she squints -- eight in the morning? she'll eat Nike, it's done.]

I so don't snore, I think your own snores wake you up.

[ moving easily beneath her pull, bellamy laughs and stays on his back, hands moving to her hips to settle there lightly. he looks up at her, blinking as his eyes readjust to the brightness of his room. he still doesn't think he needs curtains, even though they'd spare him a lot of pain and irritation. ]

[ he shakes his head. ] I'm pretty sure it's you. [ he's heard his dogs snore before, but bellamy doesn't think to tell her what she already knows. removing a hand from her hip, he rubs at his face, lingering at one of his eyes, before he returns it to where it'd settled before. he sighs, dramatically, ] You're always kicking me.

Because you're such a pain in the ass. [She squeezes her legs around him and pokes his side, aiming low, for the places where she thinks it might tickle; it's a gentle poke, but still, the tease is there.]

I can't help it. I come here looking for a good time, and your dogs think I'm their bed. [With a roll of her eyes and a dramatic sigh, she slumps over and lies down on his chest, her cheek to the top of his collarbone.] It's really hard being this popular.

[ with her lying on his chest, bellamy wraps his arms around her. he looks over to the side, watching nike try and leap onto the couch. she can do it, but she often prefers it when someone picks her up. it's not a habit he wants to encourage, given she's going to grow into a monster size of a dog over the next several months. ]

That isn't a good time? [ he turns to look down at her, brow raised as he tries to see her. he begins to glide his hand up and down her back, lingering at the small of it. he knows there's a scar there, has felt it and kissed it several times over, and a part of him wants to do it again instead of pretending there's no puckered flesh there. to him, it's a reminder of who raven is, while the scar on the inside of his left arm is one he wants to remove from his skin. sometimes he can still feel the id chip under his flesh, just as he sometimes assumes raven can with that bullet. ]

[ shifting beneath her, he blindly tries to wrap his foot around her ankle. ] Fawned over by two dogs. Anyone else in the city would be jealous, Raven.

[He's all talk, the banter between them warming her up as much as it annoys her sometimes, because it feels -- here -- like they could be doing this for house without advancing a single step.

She lets out a groan, at his cheesy tease, and nuzzles his shirt with her lips. Before looking up, she wraps her arms around his waist, pushing her hands under his back.]

It's not the dogs fawning over me I'm into, honestly.

[ lifting himself slightly so she can slide her hands behind his back, bellamy relaxes soon after. he remains where he is, not keen to turn over or roll from her. he's become accustomed to her weight, either in the mattress or lying on him, and finds that he doesn't like it when she seems to slip away. with his arm around her, he stretches the other one above his head, rubbing at his eyes again. ]

I've been telling them otherwise. [ he shakes his head as he looks down at her, hand pressing against her back. he lets it slide down her spine before his fingers retrace the path they'd taken. he smiles, informing her matter-of-factly, ] You're going to hurt their feelings, Raven.

[She should be more bothered that it takes him so long to wake up, when she's lying on top of him, but Bellamy - she has found - is a very peculiar guy. Beneath the veneer of bravado and smug asshole, he is strange and sweet, and he likes to touch her even when there's no intent to it.

Unfortunately for him, whenever he touches her back now, there's intent coming from her side.

The mornings are to blame. The whole waking up together, the raspy, sleep-worn voices, the warmth of bodies pressed close together all night, and the lack of schedule all make for a dangerous mix. If danger is the name of the game, at least.]

I'll buy them flowers. [She shifts, pushes herself up a little, and whispers,] Stop talking about the dogs for a bit. [Then, she kisses him.]

[ bellamy takes a while to wake up because he's comfortable. it's not something he wants to admit to her, knowing that her head will only grow larger than it already is if he confesses that he's relaxed in her presence. movies let him relax, even forget what it is that's been plaguing him for a week as he either becomes lost in the story and sits on the edge of his seat, or rests his head against the cushions of the couch and closes his eyes to drift off. it's easier to let her figure it out for herself. ]

[ he smiles, ready to continue talking about the dogs to irritate her even further, but finds that she stops him before he has a chance to even formulate some bullshit to tell her of. his hand glides up her back to thread his fingers in her hair, opening his mouth beneath hers. ]

[ he pulls away once a thought catches him, his smile not wavering. quietly, ] Are you going to buy me flowers?

[She lets out a laugh, then a groan, and close to his lips she hisses:] Alright. [Then busies herself kissing him again, because, well. She likes it. Likes the way he responds, the way he goes for her hair and makes her t-shirt drag up a bit when he moves his hand up there. Likes the way he smiles through it, which is cheesy, she knows, but she just likes it so much.

Even though, right now, she focuses on kissing that smile right off his mouth. It's not working. Between one kiss, a nip to his lower lip, and another kiss, she ends up smiling too.]

[ he's always been good with his hands, and he uses them now, one bunching the fabric of her shirt while the other moves up and down her back. it's always been easier to believe in something if he can hold it, or twist it into some story, seeing it's similarities to a tale mom had told him or one he's learned himself. slanting his mouth over hers, he can feel her smile burn the curve into his own; it's always been nice to see raven smile, her face lighting up, whether it's at the dogs, at the dragon, at someone else, or at him, but it's been better to feel it. ]

[ despite how distracting her smile might be, he pulls back slightly to keep being a general pain. ] What kind? [ he leans forward to kiss the corner of her mouth, speaking in between pressing his lips near her own. with a murmur, ] I want nice ones.

[Such a pain in the ass, she swears. He riles her up sometimes, especially like this. Chatty as hell in the worst of moments, it makes her want to kiss him to keep him quiet longer, and perhaps that's the whole point. He does do temptation pretty well, after all.]

The nicest ones. [She lets out a laugh against his mouth and pulls his lower lip between her lips for a brief moment. Then, actually considers it:] Roses?

[ bellamy doesn't joke. he's not the funny one, the witty one, or the one who can walk into a room and instantly brighten it. he isn't monty, with his sunny quips, his endearing anecdotes. bellamy's that ball of darkness that often invades a room — it's how he sees himself, believing that he's akin to what makes flowers droop and wilt. ]

[ joking around with her has never made him feel like that, even though he has, at times, thought she drooped because of him taking it one step too far. asking for flowers, it seems, hasn't been him moving them in a way that's displeasing for her. ]

[ one of his hands drifts beneath her shirt on her back, slowly sliding up her spine. his fingers linger near the small of her back, though, as if he needs to memorise the scar there. he waits for her to release his lips before he gazes up at her. ] What colour?

[She lets out a little hum when his hand slides up under her shirt, and even though his fingers go for the scar, she still shivers pleasantly from it. She leans up and kisses his nose, his forehead, and under his eyes on each cheek.]

All the colors. Red, pink, yellow, white. [She pries another soft kiss from his lips before pulling back and combing his hair away from his forehead.]

Does that suit you, your highness?

[ smiling, his gaze and expression soften when her hand brushes against his forehead. his hand stops on her back, fingers fanning out against her spine. being called any title that links him to royalty had once seen his hackles rise. he remembers how murphy had outright called him a king, and bellamy had felt like he was a king, the weakest piece on the chessboard for quite some time thereafter. he doesn't think he's much, if any piece on any chess board. but it doesn't sound like it's meant to slice him when she says it. ]]

Depends. [ impulsively, he leans upward to kiss the corner of her mouth before settling back down into his pillow. ] Are you going to hold one between your teeth? [ his eyebrows rise as he informs her, as though it's a fact he's read from a book: ] I hear that's the way to woo someone.

Do I still need to woo you? [She thinks on it; her, with a rose in her teeth? Chances are she'd end up with a thorn in her lip, so that's a no.

She lets out a little laugh, and props her chin on her hands, crossed together of top of his chest.] I thought I'd just take my shirt off.

[ he scrunches up his face, tilting his chin as he feigns thinking it over — as though he needs time to. he lets his fingers glide lightly up her naked back, pulling her shirt with it. he doesn't hook his fingers into the fabric to pull it over her head, though. there's no need to rush. bellamy's come to like taking his time, moving almost at a sloth-pace when he'd otherwise had been made of hurried and rushed movements. ]

[ he gives her a lazy smile, ] Never hurts. [ but he chooses not to specify what it is he's speaking of — being wooed or her removing her shirt to seduce him. his fingertips glide down her back, tracing what he can feel of her spine. ]

[It still makes her break out in goosebumps, skin coming awake under his touch. It's the whole tracing her spine, that's the move that does it for her, if not the gentleness of his hands on her back. He's teasing, and she can tease back.

When she's not letting out an exhale like a pant, she'll be a great tease, just wait.] Mmhmm, no...it doesn't. What else would you like? Chocolates?

i was gonna say unconventional bodyheat tag but i realize this whole post is me & bodyheat tags

i was going to say claim the meme but now it's claim blindness to my lameness

claimed

in the name of vegemite.

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