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[That's an easy answer, it's what she's been hopefully building up towards this entire morning. She pulls back to answer him, a smile in her eyes.] I'd get you naked.

[If she won -- but she wants to touch him, she does, and she barely catches herself this time, her hand hovering just above his face where she was moving it to brush his hair out of the way. If.]

What would you do if you won, hypothetically?

[ pursing his lips, bellamy takes a moment to pretend as though he needs to mull it over. he knows what he'd want, and is pretty sure she does, too. it's what drives him to pick the answer he does. ]

Funny. Seems like we want the same thing.

[ looking up at her, he lifts his hands, elbows digging into the sheets beneath him. he doesn't touch her, but the way he holds his hands suggests he might. ]

[ there's a quirk to his lips when he lets himself smile, ] Me naked.

[She tilts her head, curious,] Oh? That so? Your reward is to be naked too? [Just you? she seems to imply, with the raised eyebrow and the smirk.

She drags her gaze down his body slowly, weighing how much she wants to hold out, watching how close his hands hover close to her in the air.

He should've known better. There's a flash of a grin, and she shifts and presses herself against his palm with a low laugh.]

[ bellamy laughs lowly. shaking his head, he lets his hands press against her back. ]

You cheated.

[ it shouldn't surprise him, raven finding any loopholes in the rules. she isn't a cheater, someone who tries to play by the rules as best as possible. he's the one who breaks the rules, uncaring of whether or not it leaves him feeling good about himself when he goes to bed at night. ]

[ this game, with these rules, he doubts she'll be feeling bad at all. ]

[ sliding his hands along her back, he hugs her to him. ]

It doesn't count.

[She welcomes the touch with a little shiver, sinks into it. She likes cheating, just this once.] It's not cheating if you bend the rules to your purposes. [She drops a kiss to the corner of his mouth.] So counts.

[And one to the hollow of his throat, following upwards with a lick before pulling back and sitting down against his lap.] Now... [She picks at his shirt, then hooks her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and lets the elastic go with a snap.] You know what to do.

[ pushing himself up onto his elbows, bellamy looks up at her with a soft smile. letting his eyes travel over her, he purses his lips, as if mulling it over. he doesn't make a move to do anything, remaining as he is. ]

[ after a moment, he does move. shifting his arms, he begins to lie back onto his bed. stretching his arms above his head, crossing them beneath his head as a pillow. playing by the rules has never gotten him far, and it's a lesson he has yet to properly learn. he finds he does so now, opting to rebel instead of heeding her as he knows he probably would have if she had chosen to play by the rules she'd originally established. ]

[ looking up at her, his expression is smug, smile intact as he stills. and it's after a moment he thinks to explain: ] I'm bending the rules.

[Amusement melts into a laugh that swirls up from somewhere deep in her belly, and spreads all through her body.] You must think you're some hot shit.

[Bending the rules. Very clever. She leans down and kisses that smirk off his face, nipping at his lower lip before lowering her mouth to his neck. She doesn't need him to take his clothes off, she can do that herself. For instance, she pushes his shirt up to under his arms, and bends her mouth to his ribs. She leaves a mark the shape of her mouth there, with a kiss and a suck to tender skin, and pinches her teeth around his skin just an inch lower too, before looking up.]

[ bellamy remains still, knowing that that will be tested the moment she clues in he has no plans to remove himself of his clothes. muscles tensing, he tries not to arch his back when she pulls his shirt up his torso, and he does his best not to fidget beneath her ministrations, either. ]

[ looking at her, his smug smile disappears, something softer remaining in its wake. the way his arms are folded beneath his head slacken, as though he's about to pull them free from being a pillow. ]

And if I think I'm hot shit? [ his voice doesn't hold the right amount of challenge in it. he likes to poke the bear at times, but he's since dropped his stick. they both know what he thinks of himself, and any other answer he may have given her would've brought the mood down. ]

[ instead, his voice remains low, ] Have you got a plan on how to deal with it inside that head of yours?

[The mood stays exactly where it was, suspended in that exhilarating state between an exhale and a tease. She pulls away from his chest with a few more kisses left behind, and presses hers against it, lying down on top of him and effectively pinning him down.

Her expression softens,] No, no plan. [Closer to his mouth, she whispers her confession like it's a secret.] Just want.

[Like that's ever been a secret, at least in the past months. She wears her heart of her sleeves, and in the absence of sleeves, she speaks it out.] I want you.

[ bellamy watches her quietly, remaining still beneath her so she can settle as she likes on him. his smile may waver, disappearing for a moment at the word no, but it reappears again, softer and fond as he looks up at her. ]

[ tilting his head forward, he unlocks his hands, lifting an arm to trail his fingers lightly down her back. pressing his palm to the small of it for only a moment, he rethinks where he wants to touch her, and lifts his hand to brush the back of his knuckles against her cheek. ]

[ softly, ] Funny. [ he turns his hand, cupping her face. ] I want the same thing, too.

[You what, want yourself too? she could ask, if she were more inclined to be a troll, but there's something about the way he cups her face that disarms her, cleverly and effectively, every damn time.

She lets out an exhale she didn't know she'd been holding in, and turns her face to kiss the inside of his palm, the inside of his wrist.

Heat gathers low in her stomach again, heat turns her gaze dark and intense when she locks it with his. Her voice low, soft,] Show me.

[ looking up at her with a soft expression, bellamy's reluctant to even move. he'd rather stay as he is, shirt bunched beneath his arms and uncomfortable against his back where he lies. it's tempting for him to tease her and ask if that's what she wants, bending the interpretation of the game to be the winner gets one request, but bellamy doesn't wish to ruin it. for once, burrowing beneath her skin to be irritating isn't his priority. ]

[ instead, he focuses on showing her. and maybe he does choose to be a little cheeky with it, but bellamy can only show her he wants her by letting himself go. no longer as guarded as he had once been, emotionally unavailable as he kept himself locked behind a metallic door, sometimes he wonders if she gets that. letting his hand drop, bellamy's smile widens. softly, ] I'll take this off for you.

[ hooking his fingers into his shirt, he uses that as a gesture for her to move back so he can pick his shoulders up off the bed and pull it over his head. ]

[She licks her lips to stifle the smile that takes over, ineffectively. She slides down at his request, slides back until she's straddling his lap instead of his waist, and doesn't budge from there. There are many ways in which to show her, and some involve the tactile senses coming into play.

Still, she helps him with discarding his shirt, and runs her hands quickly down his sides; not to tickle or tease, just to touch. Just because there's simple joy in it.]

Thank you, very thoughtful. [She decides she's overworn her welcome, and discards the borrowed shirt she'd slept in, too. Only with less effort on her part, and maybe more grace.]

[ bellamy's hands rest on her hips, fingers digging into the bone in an attempt to keep her still on his lap. half expecting her to move back to his waist, he isn't surprised to find she doesn't. ]

[ watching her pull her shirt over her head, bellamy lets his eyes move down the length of her before he returns his gaze to hers. shifting then, bellamy pushes himself onto his elbows, looking up at her from that position. ] That's me. Thoughtful. [ he isn't quite committed to it, though, distracted with how he moves to circle his hands around her waist, pulling himself upward to slide his palms to her back. ]

[ purposefully, he places his hand on the small of her back, where he imagines her scar to be. even though he's said it over and over, always asking, he finds himself repeating quietly once more, ] Does it hurt?

[It's become part of the ritual. She leans in close, her lips hovering over his, and softly answers:] No. [Then, she kisses him, brief and chaste. Adds,] Barely feel it.

[It's just skin. When it was an open wound, it had been the worst thing to happen to her, but now it's just a scar. A memory, of pain and fortitude and stubbornness. Her legs feel fine, and she illustrates that by squeezing them around his waist gradually.] What else do you want?

[ sometimes bellamy thinks eudio's just full of shit. grant someone an endless supply of wishes without looking for the loophole. it's too good to be true, at times, and sometimes he wants to check. ensure that her leg stays as it is instead of sparking into what it had been back home. he wants to make sure octavia is safe, but that requires leaving — and bellamy knows the moment he walks away, he won't be coming back. ]

[ his hand lingers on the small of her back, pressing harder against it. he knows it doesn't hurt, but he always likes to check. ensure that it won't hurt if he presses his hand against it, despite her own reassurance it doesn't ache beneath his touch. there's guilt that lingers there, but bellamy's been slowly pushing it away from him as per her own request. ]

[ humming low in his throat, bellamy lies back down on the bed. looking up at her, his smile forms slowly. he almost thinks to laugh, but doesn't, even though he jokes: ] I'm naked enough for you? [ his other hand slides down her leg, sitting on her thigh. ] You won. Aren't I supposed to do what you want?

[She slows down, pretends to think about it very, very carefully. Then shrugs.] Hmm, no, I boss you around enough. I'm letting you off easy this morning.

[It's not like she doesn't see his bluff, because she's used to this by now, but she wants something other than a victory and a concession. She wants him to want, and even if it's just because it slips and it's morning and he's sleepy, wants to hear she's wanted.

Of course, that's expecting a lot, given all the things they don't say out loud. So she kisses him instead, hoping it'll spur something on.]

[ he arches his brow, and thinks to respond back, but instead becomes lost in her kissing him. letting him off easy — it's not something he ever really expects, not from her, not from himself. and he has to wonder if it's merely a little white lie, her fingers crossed behind her back as she makes it as difficult as ever for him in the morning. ]

[ it'd be rightful payback, all things considered with how he behaves. ]

[ opening his mouth beneath hers, he licks into the cavern of it as his hands scale up the length of her back to press her to him. staying that way for a long moment, bellamy begins to roll them so she's on her back, and lifts his mouth from hers to trail kisses down her neck to her collarbone. ]

[It feels like there is a moment, even in those times when they're all rush and heat, when everything slows down and the world melts away a little and she feels completely surrounded and utterly safe. It's a little heartbreaking, knowing it won't last; she clings to these moments with her claws digging in.

She is easy to shift, folds like a piece of paper, humming into his mouth and closing her eyes for the dizzy feeling of being rolled over. When he pulls back, she exhales, and rubs her fingers up and down the back of his neck. Her throat constricts around words, but she keeps quiet, and tilts her head to give him every damn access he wants.]

[ despite how much he may like her neck, bellamy doesn't linger for long. he likes feeling her pulse beat steadily, reminding him that her heart beats just as strongly and defiantly as she does. her feet may walk to the same beat now, able to pick up her injured leg as though it hadn't caused any pain to shoot through her at all, but he prefers hearing her heart and feeling it more than anything else. ]

[ hovering over her, he shifts his knees on the bed, making himself more comfortable between her legs. he doesn't fuss on it for too long, either, intent to travel elsewhere beyond her neck. with a hand curving around her hip to slip onto the bed beside it, he holds himself up near her arm, fingers gripping and then releasing the linens beneath her. making his way down the length of it, he kisses her collarbone, leaving a trail behind as he ventures toward the swell of her breast. ]

[Her pulse doesn't beat steadily now, it never does when he kisses her -- it never does when he kisses her, no matter the spot -- and it won't come back to normal anytime soon. It races, sends blood up to her head in a rush and makes her woozy and a little breathless. That's a lot of power to hand over to a person, she knows, but it never occurs to her not to let him know how much he affects her, how much she wants him.

She's not making up for the one failure of a night, she's just being genuine and generous because that's Raven at her core. Raven, when she's allowed to love and touch and shower with affection.

She runs her hand up slowly, from his wrist to his shoulder, to the back of his neck. Sinks her fingers into his hair when he kisses near her breast, and gives him an encouraging squeeze. If it's not enough, she arches, because it feels good and his mouth leaves her hot and bothered already, so she wants more of it, closer, lower, anywhere.]

[ her fingers in his hair elicits a hum from him, low and long in his throat. with his mouth against her breast, maybe she can feel it. a part of bellamy hopes she can, if only for the sake of it being simply poetic to him. she gets his heart beating faster than a pod hurtling to earth from space, and so he wants her to feel her own jump at the sensation, if there's any way he can penetrate the surface of her at all to embed a tremor within her. ]

[ he doesn't stay where he is, though. kissing the swell of her breast, he moves, descending slowly down the length of her to her torso. with a hand on her hip, he curls his fingers into the bone, kneading the skin there momentarily before his fingers still. bellamy knows he can move faster, but he chooses not to. there's no rush, and there never seems to be in eudio. he can take his time, be as slow as he wants, as thorough as he pleases, and know that there won't be an ambush of grounders breaking the gates around their camp. it's still new to him, not being consistently on alert for it. ]

[Her head spins, slow as it is. Her pulse race, her body arches, she aches for just a little more. He has her hooked, at the tips of his fingers. She admits it, the ability to take things slow is wonderful, but her patience comes in limited supply when it's mixed with want, with desire. And she's been wanting him since she woke up, now she just wants him more.

She breathes out his name, and arches her hips off the bed when he kisses below her breasts, down her stomach, and gives her want a voice. A word. A few words:] Undress me - please...please, Bellamy...come on...

You already are undressed.

[ or half-undressed. either way, bellamy smiles against her abdomen when he murmurs it. he thinks if she'd stuck to her game, to taking her winnings and celebrating those, she'd be getting what she wants with little fuss. but he behaves as though he's the one who won their little challenge — and in a way, if he's to get down to the nitty gritty and become distracted by the technicalities of the rules, he did — and he does so with eagerness — even though he moves slowly. ]

[ but he does lift his head, after he acts as though he's not going to heed her at all, kissing his way to the waistband at her hips. taking it between his teeth, he does think to try and drag it down, but lets it go to lift his head up to look at her with a grin. ]

[ stretching along the length of her, bellamy's hands move to her thighs to hoist her legs up, seeing her cradle him between them. quietly, ] What are you going to do about it, Raven? [ with only his briefs on, he's hard against her as he rolls his hips into hers with a moan, dropping his head to the side of hers. ]

[She holds her breath in anticipation, and lets out a soft groan when the elastic waistband of her underwear snaps against her skin when he lets it go. Because of course he'd let it go, drive her slowly crazy, push her limits. She grabs onto the bedsheets so she doesn't end up tugging his hair, unexpectedly considerate towards him.

Given how much she wants, it's very considerate of her.]

I hate you, [She whispers, when he hoists her legs up and presses down between them. It's said soft, affectionately, a guilty smile at the corners of her mouth. Then he rolls his hips, and a quick jolt of pleasure travels from between her legs to the tips of her toes.]

Fuck...[she exhales the word, and then lets out a small, bitter laugh. Her hands settle on his shoulder from behind, and hook him down against her. She wraps her legs around his waist and squeezes them around him, pulling him down against her.] Do it again, [she whispers against his lips, rocking her hips up against him and nips at his lower lip.]

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