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[ 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.]

[ he smiles, and thinks to tell her she doesn't. bellamy knows what hate feels like, from her and from others, and what she feels for him is far from that. even though it's confronting in its own way to know raven doesn't simply tolerate him because he's the lesser of many evils in the city, he takes confidence in that. ]

[ truthfully, the admission only makes him want to hear it again. ]

[ he takes a moment to think of nothing, wondering if he reacts slowly if she'll grow impatient, before he rolls his hips into hers once more without trying to swallow his own groan. he leans down, nose brushing against the tip of her own, and asks, hushed, ] That? [ and he makes sure he does it again, this time his hips moving into hers a little harder. ]

[It's the opposite of hate, even when he pushes her limits and teases her, it's always the opposite of hate. The way she clings to him shows him that, hopefully.

She lets out a breathless moan close to his lips, the rocking movement of his hips distracting her from kissing him. That?] Yes, yes that. Tease.

[ with a cheeky smile, ] It's Bellamy.

[ but he rocks into her again, biting his bottom lip as he does so. though he wants to torture her, see her regretting letting him slip between her fingers when she may have had him where she wanted him in the faux victory of their game, he knows he's only hurting himself. it takes all his self control not to rock hard into her until he's come undone. ]

[ moving away from her, he sits on his knees between her legs. fingers hooking into her underwear, he begins to pull them down — slowly, though. with a grin that grows wider, devilish in his acknowledgement of what he's doing, he lets his fingers glide along her leg in the wake of her underwear, slowly pulling the fabric along her thighs toward her knees. ]

[She'd be glad to know they're in the same boat with this, but unfortunately when he's in control, she doesn't get to see some of these hints. When he's in control, he's in control. Later, she'll return the favor, maybe, see how he likes it.

Make sure he likes it.

She lets out a laugh when he pulls her underwear off slowly, dropping her head back with an amused groan.] Insufferable tease - Bellamy.

Come on.

[ once her underwear's near her knees, he shifts backward so he can slide it along her lower legs. he can leave them for her to kick off, or even keep them where they are, showing his impatience to tease her even more, but bellamy's always liked this part. ensuring his fingers glide along her skin, wanting her to feel the pressure of them on both of her legs, bellamy loses his train of thought momentarily as he watches his hand on the leg that no longer bears a brace. ]

[ glancing up at her, his lips remain curved upward. ] Admit it. You like it when I'm insufferable.

[He has a thing about her legs. Some times she thinks he has a thing about her leg having not been in her own control for a while there, but then he touches her and feels a spark instead. She's always been very attentive, to make sure he wasn't touching her out of guilt or pity, and always been very pleased to feel that he wasn't.

She returns the same smile, and moves her legs up, out of his reach, teasing him back.]

Maybe. You'll have to do a lot more to get an confession out of me on that, [She jokes, and beckons him to her with her finger.]

[ pressing his lips together, bellamy sighs when he looks at her. he's amused and exasperated, wanting to keep going with her legs. ] Come on.

[ for a moment, he just looks at her, posture slightly slouched as he expects her to give in. even if he pouted, he knows she wouldn't — he thinks to prove himself right, but he doesn't so much as look at her with a pitiful expression (considering he already is). instead of wallowing, he moves at the beckoning of her finger, leaning forward to crawl the short space between where he'd been on his knees and where she is now. ]

[ he reaches out to grip her hips, fingers tapping momentarily along her hipbones before pulling her to him. ]

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