divided | ( the body heat meme )

[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?

[ letting his gaze shift from her face to follow his arm, moving as he lets his fingers walk along her spine as though they have legs, he doesn't answer her for a moment. it's easy to get lost in being comfortable, in letting his blunt fingernails press lightly against her skin as they walk up the ladder of her spine to descend again. ]

[ he hums for a moment, as though that's his answer, but he looks up at her a brief moment later. he nods, and purses his lips, saying quietly, ] That would be nice. [ his hand doesn't stop along her back, his other curved to her hip. bellamy's found he doesn't need chocolate — or roses, or roses between her teeth, or roses and chocolates as a ploy to woo him — when she's content to let him touch her. he goes back to watching his arm, focusing on gliding his fingers up and down her back, alternating between sweeping the pads and walking them along her spine. ]

[Content would be one way to put it. Another way to put it would be putty in his hands, because that's what happens. She melts a little with each sweep of his fingers, presses her forehead to his chest and lets out a soft hum.

Chocolates and roses completely leave her mind. She tugs the collar of his shirt down and kisses his collarbone, once, very softly.] That's nice.

[ bellamy looks up, as though he expects her to reach for his neck. her fingers are light and ticklish against his skin where she pulls at his shirt, but he doesn't squirm. his fingers only trip over her back as a response, before picking themselves up again as he doesn't stop tracing the skin of her spine. his fingers begin to mindlessly wander now, leaving the path of her spine as he looks up at this white ceiling. ]

[ his voice is soft, ] What are you thinking about? [ he tilts his head so he can look at her, seeing the top of hers. his smile widens as amusement laces his voice warm, ] Other than ways to woo me.

[She leaves a faint red mark, imprint of her mouth, just below his jawline, and then she pulls back. What is she thinking about? She's not thinking, but if she were to be honest, she'd say:] You.

[She leans in and brushes her lips against his, then stays close. Whispers, for their ears only:] I like it when you do that.

[ despite his attempts to stifle his smile, he finds his efforts are fruitless. he whispers back, ] Do what?

[ he traces the tips of his fingers up her spine slowly. ] This? [ his brow arches slightly as he looks up at her, letting his hand glide up between her shoulder blades before he lets them descend down her spine again. he lets them walk before he presses his palm flat against the small of her back. ]

Or this? [ bellamy leans up to press his lips to the corner of hers, moving a little down to trail them slowly along her jawline. ]

[it pulls a shiver from her, that lasts as long as his fingers travel down her back and ends when he touches the small of it. She is a little breathless when he kisses her, not exactly on the lips, but the deviation is good too. With a huff, she tips her head to the side, gives him better access. There is a temptation to gather her hair over the opposite shoulder, but she wants him to do it more.]

Both. This part, [She whispers, squeezing her legs against him, and shifting a bit closer. Playful, she turns her head and catches the top of his ear with a kiss.]

[ keeping the hand on her hip where it is, he withdraws his other, pulling it from beneath her shirt to thread it into her hair. pulling it away from her face, he finds that it's sometimes useless, as tucking it behind her ear sees half of it fall back into his. ]

I like this part. [ he turns his head, as if to give her access to his cheek and ear, but bellamy ends up wrapping his arms around her to roll her onto her back. he doesn't linger to hover over her, ducking his head to kiss her neck instead. ]

[She falls back with a breathless laugh, and wraps her arms around him again, only this time she is free to let them roam. Over his clothes, for now, she traces his spine and touches his back and shoulders. Her head tipped back for him, she lets out a hum.]

Yeah, this part's the best. [She draws in breath slowly, and pushes her hands up under his shirt, climbing her fingers up the back of his ribs.]

[ he smiles when he feels her hum beneath his lips, kissing her neck innocently. he finds he hums in response to her hands on his back, finding that he's no longer on the cusp of drowsiness, now wide awake, as though he's bene staring straight into the sun. ]

[ bellamy tenses, muscles contracting beneath her touch. he pulls away to smile, laughing lightly, ] Stop. [ he arches, like a cat, as though he's able to get away from her hands despite them being tucked beneath his shirt. he's certain he'll regret his words, but bellamy leans down, as though he's about to continue kissing her neck again, but pulls back to gaze down at her. ] That tickles.

[He's absolutely going to regret his words. Her face lights up with mischief, and instead of stopping, she does it again, repeats the motions softly first and then with a bit more push.

Even before he laughs, she is laughing on her side, look who woke up.] Good.

Raven.

[ it's not a shout, not a command, not some booming call of her name. it's quiet, despite his commitment to ensuring she can hear the two syllables of her name, the deep warning of his voice. he knows he can shout it at her, scream it at her, and she won't listen to him, ignoring him to her heart's content as she sets her mind on the one thing he'd drawn her attention to. ]

[ he still tries, though, as if he expects she'll have mercy for him, or even feel a slip of empathy. he doesn't have it in him to distract her, or to even roll them again so her head's lost spinning from the shift of his weight from where he presses against her. ]

[ but it's hard to really focus on trying to sabotage any of her attempts to tickle him when she laughs. he rests his weight on one arm, lying that on his bed near her, and lifts his other hand to brush his fingers against her cheeks, letting his thumb trace the upward curve of her bottom lip. ]

[that works, too. She stops, laughter still on her lips, and settles back with a smile. Her lips pucker, she gives his thumb a kiss, and they're suspended again in that place from before. Raven, being patient and taking things slow, and Bellamy not feeling like there's a fire under his skin.

She kisses his thumb again, then pinches the pad of it with her teeth. Meanwhile, she extracts one hand from under his shirt and brings it up to mimic him, and rub her fingertips along his mouth. He has a wonderful mouth, and there goes her gaze drawn down to it for a few seconds.]

Say my name like that again. [Because she just resolves, she wants to make him say it more than once this morning.]

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