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[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. ]

[She wraps her legs around him, presses her heels against the back of his thighs and pressing him down against her. Naked now, only the fabric of his underwear rubs against her, the friction making her moan close to his lips before she slants her mouth on his for a kiss.

Her hands move up his arms, his shoulders, and around his neck to push her fingers into his hair.]

[ letting her pull him to her, he moans as she rubs against him. there's a few things he regrets this morning, and easily falling into her hand now is one of them. he can't help but roll his hips against hers, wanting to press up against and into her despite his own conviction to tease her until she was regretting not making good on her victory. ]

[ licking into her mouth, he hums at her fingers in his hair. hands on either side of her, he rests his weight on one arm as he lets his other hand press between them, brushing against her inner thigh. shifting his hips away from her slightly, he presses his mouth firmly against hers when he slips a finger inside of her. ]

[She buries a moan against his lips, and arches her hips, attempting to grind against his hand. She breaks the kiss to breathe, her face flushed, skin hot.]

Another, [she whispers, and pulls his lower lip between her teeth; her tone sounds commanding instead of impatient, instead of needy.] More...please...

[ bellamy does as she says, shifting his hand to slide another finger inside of her. it's all fun and games to tease her, but he likes the feeling of her grinding down on his hand, making him keen to give her what she wants if it's to see her moan against his lips and even wriggle beneath him. it's fun to tease, but bellamy also likes to give — while hearing her beg has always gotten him hot and bothered, it's not what he wants right now. ]

[ moving his fingers in and out of her slowly, he slopes his mouth against hers before pulling away with the intention to move down to her hips. ]

[That's a good direction he's headed in. She grins, dizzy and drunk on lust, and waves him off with one hand when he moves down from her mouth. Her same hand ends up in his hair, resting at the top of his head. Just a point of contact.

Even zero-gs needed an anchor to the Ark when they were out floating.]

[ bellamy doesn't withdraw his hand as he does his mouth, but instead of travelling down the length of her, he lifts his head to look up at her. eyes dark and gaze heavy, he lets his eyes trail over her, drinking her in for a moment, fingers pausing inside of her. he doesn't remember his train of thought at all, simply wanting to attune himself to any sounds she makes, even the way she shifts beneath him. ]

[ bowing his head, he kisses her torso once more before lifting it to look at her again. he murmurs, ] I lost the game, Raven. What do you want? [ maybe it isn't fair he shifts his hand, brushing his thumb against her clit. but bellamy's never been one to play by the rules completely. ]

[This is her favorite thing. Maybe it's not fair to declare it so, given that he does a great number of things and knows a lot of tricks that she likes, but this - him between her legs, focused entirely on her - is her favorite part.

She gasps at the brush of his thumb, her arousal making it a little on the side of slippery for his fingers, and arches slightly off the bed. Her gaze finds his again, reconnects, and holds it while she licks her lips. As if she's hoping he will too.

Just in case, though, she instructs him in a low voice,] Put your mouth to work.

[ a part of him thinks to disregard her request and continue to use his fingers, liking the way she arches and feels against his hand. a part of him also thinks to misinterpret her request on purpose, 'putting his mouth to work' in a way that involves simply kissing her skin to tease her instead of having her completely fall apart. ]

[ he thinks to give himself the best of both worlds, though — to tease her and to rile her up to only have her come apart. withdrawing his hand on purpose, bellamy kisses her thigh, lingering there on purpose as he scrapes his teeth against her flesh. ]

[ he moves to drag his tongue against the seam of her cunt as hard and slow as he can, his fingers curling around her legs where he grips them. ]

[She can't ever resent his teasing, because given the chance she'd turn the tables on him and do exactly the same. It flashes through her mind once, quickly, the option of turning them over and kneeling somewhere above his head. (Impossible feats, if she hadn't gotten 'better', magically.)

She chases that thought, puts it on the backburner, and then breathes out when he licks her finally. Her hands grip the bed sheets, and she shifts closer to him, eager and needy, no more thoughts and plans on her mind.]

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