divided | ( the body heat meme )

[ 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.]

[ he tries his best not to smile, but he does when she bites at his thumb and when she repeats his actions on him. when she lifts her thumb to brush it over his bottom lip, he remains still, just for her, instead of moving about, trying to shake her attention off him. ]

Like what? [ he tries his best not to smile, but finds that he fails in doing so, letting the curve fit itself over his mouth. where these moments were once rare for him, he's become used to slipping into the shoes of teasing her. he doesn't have to be so serious all the time, always switched on, ready to fight. when bellamy feels relaxed, he finds that he's someone else entirely, a person he thought he had lost long before he'd abandoned the ark. ]

[ he likes it. he's pretty sure raven does, too. ]

[ drawing out her name, his voice is soft, ] Raven? [ arching a brow, he leans forward, as though he's about to kiss her jawline. he murmurs against it, ] Raven. [ lifting his shoulders, he nuzzles his nose beneath her jaw. ] Raven?

[She loves it. Not just the necking, because god she loves that part too, so much, but his softness and his affection. She has this feeling that if given the time, he'd spend a whole morning, maybe a whole day, doing nothing but this.

Her schedule is free today, and the dogs are giving them some space, so she is inclined to let him.

For a while.

Humming from hearing her name, she smiles against his temples, and presses her lips to his hairline.] Keep going. [With the name, the kisses. Her voice drops a little:] Lower.

[ he guesses he hasn't said her name in the way she wants to hear it. it's on purpose he doesn't mimic the exasperation that had plagued the two syllables when he'd first tried to warn her off from tickling him. if saying her name over and over, emphasising different parts of it, sees her hands remain to herself and far from thinking to tickle him, then bellamy thinks it's a good distraction — and better detour — than he'd originally hoped for. ]

[ slowly, he kisses down the length of her throat, almost forgetting that he's to say her name aloud once he reaches her collarbone. ] Ra — [ his voice is much softer, mouth pressing against the skin he can reach at the base of her throat. ] — ven.

[She lets out a soft pant, and wraps her legs around his waist, keeping him in place. Her fingers find their way into his hair, where they grab on and pull him up (gently, she's nice) so she can look at him.

With her face flush, and her lips parted on uneasy breaths, darkened eyes. She's wearing her arousal like a sign, and speaks it out like:] Bellamy.

[ he thinks to pull out of her grip to continue his descent, but with her legs tight around him, bellamy takes it as an invitation to remain where he is instead. it doesn't last long, though, easily following the pull of her hands as he looks up at her, eyes dark and gaze hooded. he remains quiet for a moment, hovering over her. ]

[ his voice is soft and his tone warm when he smiles, ] Raven.

[She traces one corner of that smile with her thumb, her touch gentle and curious, like she's seeing him for the first time ever, instead of being so used to him that she knows where all his freckles are. Speaking of, inevitably that's where her fingers travel next, to skitter over the freckles across his nose, the secret constellations that fascinate her so much.

She wants. It's visible, written in the way she looks at him and in the grip she still has on his hair and around his waist. Not for the first time, she's glad she made that deal, got her leg back; it would've been a loss to not be able to hold him close like this.

She lifts her head and kisses him, her thumb pressed to the center of his bottom lip. It's soft and brief, and then it isn't. Then, she pulls her fingers away and licks at the seam of his lips and whispers,] I want - [right before slanting her mouth against his.]

[ it's tempting to repeat the syllables of her name until she tells him to stop, but he finds that she does, in her own way, by stealing his breath and his ability to be a pest. in this city, he's freer to slip into a skin he thought had perished on the ark, one that had him be less guarded with less to hide. ]

[ bellamy presses his mouth harder against hers, unable to contain his own smile. it disappears as quickly as it comes, as he senses this may not be the time for him to try and get a laugh from her. holding himself above her, hands on either side of her on his bed, bellamy withdraws from her, ducking his head to kiss beneath her jaw. if he hides his face, she can't study it, not as she had moments ago by sweeping her fingers over the bridge of his nose. ]

[ trailing kisses slowly from beneath her jaw to her throat, he murmurs, ] You want what?

You? [It comes out breathy, almost a squeak of what her voice is usually like; she struck a nerve, pulled at a heartstring, she can tell from the kiss he just gave her. And god, she wants another one, and another one after.

More certain, she adds,] You. [And runs her fingers through his hair again, but doesn't pull him up yet, doesn't hold him down either.

Her hands move up to his wrists, where he's holding himself up on top of her, and she sweeps her thumbs against the inside of each wrist, where the skin is sensitive.] Touch me.

[ bellamy shifts his hands, as though he's forgotten if he's to withdraw them from where they're pressed against the bed that he won't fall. keeping his head ducked and mouth on her neck, he smiles for a moment before it slips away, perhaps beneath her skin. ]

[ kissing along her jaw to linger beneath her ear, he takes her earlobe between his teeth for a moment. with a smile, he whispers, ] I am. [ if it's him she wants, it's him she'll get — and pointing out the obvious, being slightly less sharp, is how he wants to be. it's easy being himself with her, even though he sometimes holds back. he doesn't know, moving back to kiss along the length of her throat to stop where he can feel her pulse, sucking on the skin there. ]

[If he keeps going like this, she'll be shivering like a leaf in the wind by the time he takes off her shirt. If he takes off her shirt. He might not, she knows, because since it's one that she borrowed from him, he likes leaving her in his clothes when possible.]

Bellamy... [There it is, the first shiver, body-long. He sucks on a spot on her neck that makes her feel like all her strings are in his hands right now.

Those hands that aren't touching her.]

[ despite having a fondness for touching her, a hand on the small of her back, between her shoulder blades, palms pressed against her back to fan his fingers out against her whenever he holds her to him, bellamy doesn't move them to touch her. now that he knows it's something she wants, he figures there's two choices he can make — give it to her, or make her miss it, and a part of him wants to do the latter. ]

[ removing a sense has always left him feeling disoriented, but it's also made him appreciate his ability to hear, taste, touch, or even see a hell of a lot more. he figures maybe the same can happen with raven if he refuses to touch her for now, kissing along the length of her throat until he meets the slope of her shoulder. ]

[ her saying his name is the encouragement he needs to take the collar of her shirt between his teeth to drag it down so he can reach the skin beneath it to kiss, following the curve of her shoulder. ]

Jesus. [She can feel his teeth picking at her shirt, and then his lips on her shoulder, and she drags her nails down the length of his back, above his shirt. If he won't touch her, she'll touch him.

She thinks she sees right through him. He's withholding because he knows she wants it. Well, if his plan is to drive her up the wall with the absence of touch, with just his mouth, then she'll do the same only just with her touch alone.

Her fingers fan out at the small of his back, then follow with a caress upwards, all the way up his arms. Once the game starts, she can't help but laugh.]

[ pausing for a moment once she touches him, he eases back into refusing to touch her in the manner she wants. trying to split his attention between his own venture and where her hands may glide, bellamy finds he shivers, just a little, at the touch of her hands on his arms. he expects it while he also doesn't quite anticipate it at all. not quite knowing what she intends to do next, bellamy finds he's on edge, but, for once, he doesn't feel as though he's in danger. it's not as sharp as it used to be, but much warmer and welcome. ]

[ he can't help but smile widely at the sound of her laugh, pressing it against her skin. he shakes his head. ] No. [ his voice may as well be smoke, given he doesn't even try to make himself heard to her as he lifts his head to only begin again, retracing his steps with kisses along the base of her throat. ]

[ moving to the other side of her neck, he begins to slowly climb the length of it, but stops near where her pulse is. sucking on the skin there for a moment, he murmurs with a knowing smile, ] It's just Bellamy.

[She would make a comment about how often he goes for the neck, if not for the fact that she goes for it, too. There's something delicious about being able to feel someone's pulse beating beneath your tongue, and Raven's is racing right now. In spite of the laughter.]

You're such a little shit. [Is that better than jesus for him? She laughs again, and pushes her hands up under his shirt, pushes it up to under his arms so she can draw lines down his back, just with her fingertips.]

Are we playing to see who cracks first?

[ at her hands crawling beneath his shirt and along his back, he lets out a laugh of, ] Hey! [ he tenses, unused to the light sensation. bellamy tries to arch away from it, which only has him shifting closer to her. in an attempt to regain his composure, he stretches above her, and tries to keep himself nonreactive to her fingertips sweeping along his back. ]

[ he doesn't move to pull his shirt up and over his head. leaving it there, knowing it may come to annoy him more than her, he lifts his head fully to look down at her. letting his eyes sweep over her features, as though he's trying to memorise her face, he leans forward to brush the tip of his nose against hers. ]

[ sometimes he actually is. making it a point to remember how she looks, just in case he forgets or leaves, wanting to have a reminder of eudio in the form of how her smile brightens her features, he looks at her as though he'll leave tomorrow. in this moment, he finds he studies her features unconsciously. ]

[ murmuring, ] Maybe. [ bellamy tilts his head to kiss her cheek, before trailing them along the apple of it and toward her jawline once more. ]

[If he thinks the distance and the catlike arch she has going on right now will prevent her from continuing with her side of the battle, he's deluded. Laughter in her gaze, she reaches up and lets her fingers skitter across his stomach, not looking to tickle as much as she's looking to tease, drive mad. If it works, hey.

She brings one hand down, fingers hooked under the waistband of his pants, and stops right there. He has that look about him, like he's far away and trying to commit everything to memory. Like he's being melodramatic, up in that thick skull of his.

So she turns her head at the last minute and intercepts his mouth with a kiss.]

[ at the touch of her fingers on his stomach, bellamy shifts, as if ready to roll away. he wants to, away from the light touch of her fingers, but he stays where he is, only swaying slightly as he tries to arch away from the ticklish sensation. it's enough of a distraction, but he doesn't pull away from what he wants to do. he's withstood far worse, from fire to the downpour of rain, that he easily settles into the touch of her fingers if she wishes to have them crawl all along his exposed chest. ]

[ he stops moving when she turns her head, and smiles against her mouth, opening his beneath hers. lowering himself slightly, he shifts a leg, planting a knee between her own. even though he isn't so sure if this is him cracking, he lifts a hand to touch her cheek, thumb brushing over the apple of it as he cradles her face in his hand. ]

[ with a hum, he shifts himself, almost lying on his side, but still over her. he licks into her mouth and finds that the curve of his lips doesn't slip away. ]

[Maybe it's the withholding, maybe it worked; he runs her thumb over her cheek and she lets out a low hum against his lips, bunches his shirt in her hands and pulls him closer, and lets a shiver travel down her spine.

She holds on fast, when it feels like he's going to leave, hint of desperation betrayed by the way she clutches at his shirt. When he stays put, close to her, she licks into his mouth in thanks, and lets his shirt go.

The game gets paused, for as long as she decides it's more important, more necessary to her, to cup his face in both hands and touch him gently while they kiss.]

[ bellamy pulls away, shifting slightly to brush his nose against her own. it's with a lazy smile he regards her, keeping his face close to her own. remaining tilted on his side, resting hard against his arm, he lets his fingers trace her cheek lightly. eyes following his movements, they sweep up toward the corner of her eye, along her temple, and down the bridge of her nose. ]

[ he murmurs, slightly breathless, ] I think I'm winning. [ but he doesn't particularly care if he wins or loses this, simply saying it to stir her, or even have her laugh or push him. it's only to get a reaction, one he intends to be positive. ]

[He thinks he's so good at distracting her, but he's...mostly correct.] How they hell are you this patient? [She marvels at it sometimes, especially in the moments when her own patience falters.

And off it goes now. She tips her head back and catches his thumb with her teeth, biting him lightly before pressing a kiss to it.]

[ bellamy smiles, gaze on her mouth as he watches her bite his thumb. he almost forgets to answer her, focused on keeping his hand still instead of withdrawing it or unbalancing himself from hovering over her. but raven needs her answer, and bellamy figures to give her one that's not made of fluff. ]

I don't have anywhere else to be. [ he pulls his hand away, placing it on the bed beside her. shifting, he moves to hover over her more than lean on his side. he's always been the one to run away, either to a city or to the thought of believing he has to leave. he's patient because he has nowhere else to go, no commitments or places he desperately needs to be at. maybe it makes him sentimental or weak to want to enjoy a moment. ]

[ he tries not to laugh, even though it warms his voice, ] Why? In a rush to get somewhere?

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject