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[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?

[Yeah, that's right, focus on her teeth there; it makes her smirk in some small triumph, like she's won a game. She likes distracting him, almost as much as he seems to like playing with her patience.

But his answer seems to rattle something inside her, and remind her that any given day, the magic will be over. His time here has always been limited, he's warned her from the start, and she's sworn to understand it from the start. So while she wants to tie him up and keep him close as often as possible, she doesn't do it. When he's the one who ties himself to her, in small ways like this not wanting to rush thing, it makes her ache and melt at the same time.

She manages a little laugh, and lifts her head to bump her nose against his.] Fine, no - not in any rush. [She lets her head drop back onto the bed, and waggles her eyebrows.] You wanna play Too Hot? Because all this not touching feels like a hint.

[ games have never been his forte, even though bellamy enjoys them. the ones in the city have made him come to life, fully spread his wings, seeing him fly a little further than he ever had on the ark with his small and private games with octavia. he's always preferred to follow instinct and his own impulses with raven, never quite learning of all the things people in pre-apocalypse earth do. "too hot" isn't a game he feels like playing, but he does so if only to see her happy. ]

[ he laughs at her nose bumping his, and tries to stifle it before he even answers her. bellamy shrugs his shoulder, feigning exasperation with a roll of his eyes. ] Fine.

[ purposefully, he sweeps his fingers over her cheek quickly before he plants his hand onto the bed beside her. he finally lets himself smile, ] You looked too cold.

[Like he doesn't like playing along with her games. They're teenager games, for the teenage years they had to cross through too fast; they're ridiculous and cheesy, and she is maybe a softy, but she likes this one. For a good reason. It doesn't limit the mouth.]

Ha ha, you're a riot. You know the rules, right? Just kissing, no touching. First one to cave loses...prize pending.

Did you hear that, Raven? [ bellamy leans down to plant an open mouthed kiss against the apple of her cheek. pulling back, he looks at her with his brows raised, speaking to her as though it's the first time she's ever heard this. ] First one to cave loses.

[ he smiles before it slips away as he looks to her jawline, leaning forward against to kiss along it. it's easy to return to what he'd been doing before, being slow and focusing on her. not feeling rushed by the impending morning and what may come, with her wandering away to work, or him walking around the city aimlessly for once. his hands remain on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets as he trails his mouth along her jaw. ]

[There's that spot that makes her balance go wobbly, knees weak even though she's on her back and firmly planted on the bed. She lets out a woosh of air, and slams her eyes shut.]

Yeah, yeah, i'm already regretting this.

[But a game is a game, and she can still brush her lips against his forehead, his hairline, his temples and his cheek, before all there's left to kiss other than hair is his ear. He's too slippery.]

[ maybe it's cheating, continuing what he had begun earlier. but raven hadn't outlined the rules — and bellamy's always made it a point to break them. sometimes he abides by them, but often for his own gain, either to see her exasperated and anticipating the very moment he breaks them, or because they're rules he's created. but without any guidelines as to how he's meant to play this, bellamy does what bellamy wants. ]

[ he trails kisses from her jawline to her neck, slowly moving down the length of it as he wanders far from her. lingering at the slope of her shoulder, he wonders if this is breaking the rules — and find he doesn't care. maybe raven will come to regret not giving him any guidelines on how he's meant to play this game of hers, even though he suspects her words hold a slip of truth to them now. ]

[Absolutely regretting it already. She catches herself last minute, her hands hovering above his back and his hair, and with a groan lets one drop to cover her eyes. The other falls at her side and twists in the bed sheets, so he can kiss her shoulder and make her shiver some more.

It's not like she can reach him with her mouth anymore, and that's a bittersweet loss. Because she selfishly likes being the center of his attention like this, and it builds her up and makes her skin feel hot.]

Shit -- you're supposed to actually let me particip-- ah...

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