Bellamy; You're a Whore.

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if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged: Bellamy Blake

The night before had been the longest yet. Eva was awake, guarding the wall and keeping an eye out for grounders or creatures and all the while she got to hear the antics of Bellamy Blake and company. She got a front row seat to what she could only assume was an orgy—or a threesome at least, and all the while she bit her lip to conceal exactly how she felt about it. The night before, they... Well, they screwed and it wasn’t like Eva had ever had a chance to do so on the ark. She didn’t tell him that she was a virgin; honestly it seemed pretty obvious, but the way he held her afterwards... the way he looked at her... It stirred too many feelings and she didn’t think they were one sided at the time.

It went on for hours. Moaning, crying out, suddenly calling out to god almightily and –OH GOD BELLAMY rang in her ears all though the night even after it all stopped. God damn it... Eva let out a long sigh as two girls crept out of his tent. She gave them a glare, but Eva wasn’t exactly the friendly neighbourhood peace keeper. She’d leave that to the princess and let her gun do the talking. Right now though... she wasn’t even feeling up to being a bitch. She was just hurt, and trying to justify her feelings. She knew who he was—but he deceived her with intimacy she didn’t even know she craved. So, when the girls left she walked up to his tent and pushed the door aside—not caring if he was naked. “Can we talk?” she asked as she zipped the tent closed behind her.

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @eva

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy often enjoyed holding his love making partner -- or in this case, partners -- after the physical intimacy. There was just something comforting about it, something that he greatly valued. But tonight, was a tad bit different. He was going to be patrolling and while he offered that the women could stay, they decided to go to their own areas and try to get some sleep. It had been an amicable parting, a kiss on the lips to each as they made their way out of his tent. He gave a bit of a smirk as he watched them leave.

Damn, that had been fun. The ground was definitely proving to have its benefits rather than just all the threat and danger it posed. It was times like these that helped him de stress in the most pleasurable way possible. Bellamy had pulled his pants on already the moment he'd gotten out of the bed, but just when he was reaching for his shirt, someone barged into his dead and well, she looked pissed. Bellamy was seemingly unaffacted by her anger, as he turned away from her for a moment to drink a cup full of water before looking at her once more.

"Shouldn't you be at your post?" He asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. Apparently, she needed to talk to him, and he wondered if something had happened there. Eva. He knew her well . . . very well, for they had previously spent the night together. She had a lot of promise. He was impressed by her indeed. He put the shirt over his head and then pulled it down, before taking a couple of steps toward her. "What is it?" He asked, deciding that this could be something important and well, he would never shun away one of the delinquents approaching him with a legitimate concern. Especially if it involved everyone's safety. The one thing he supposed he could be relieved for was her timing. A few moments earlier, and she would have walked in one him with the two other women. Close call indeed.

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if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged: Bellamy Blake

Eva looked up at Bellamy as he pulled on his shirt and walked towards her. He was as... stoic and serious as always. It was a fluke then. A moment of intimacy she read into and now it was gone and it was back to business. Did he know he always treated her with that same and unavoidable coldness? She was basically a subordinate to him and she knew that... but the night before confused her. “—I... it’s being looked after,” she replied, suddenly feeling much more insecure about the questions she came in with. She pulled her eyes away and let out a hard sigh, hating the fact that she felt so exposed here.

She struggled to pull her gaze back up and off the floor of the tent—and emotions flickered quickly across her features. She didn’t know how to word the things she needed to know. She rolled her shoulders and cocked her head with her brows knit into a frown. She was locking down her own serious and stoic expression. She just wasn’t as good at it as some people were. “I’m just confused as hell,” she said in a hard voice. Eva was forcing herself to keep calm and avoid any irrational reactions.

“Did last night... mean anything to you at all?” No. It probably didn’t. She knew what she was getting herself into and his tone proved that nothing had changed. Well, he probably thought that the intimacy was a favor. But it was deceiving and not fair. “You... I mean... It seemed like it did. It didn’t seem like... I mean if it was just a fuck then why didn’t you ask me to leave?” Sure, that was one part of it. That was one question among many. Why did he hold her? Why did he do anything like that if he didn’t actually like her?

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @eva

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched her carefully once she said that the post had been taken care of. Something was very obviously on her mind. Something was troubling her. There were wheels turning in her head and soon enough, she started to voice them. It left Bellamy silent. His expression was seemingly unchanged however her words affected him, inwardly. Flooded him with emotions. Ones that he couldn't afford to reveal down here. Did last night mean anything to him. Her words were . . . valid. Legitimate. Completely understandable. He'd learned after the fact that it had been her first time with anyone, and that may undoubtedly cause a stronger connection to the person she lost her virginity to. It made sense. But the thing of it was . . . he knew that he didn't deserve that sort of affection. He didn't deserve love, or the possibility of it.

How could he after all those people he had killed? After he was the reason his mother was floated? He knew that he should push her away, that he should be cold and distant with her. He should be an ass because it was so much easier and safer to hate him, than to love him. But he could practically feel his expression somewhat soften, or at least not remain as distant. He clenched his jaw, pensive, trying to figure out how best to answer her questions and the topic she was addressing.

She must know, or have seen the others who left this tent. So how did he explain it? He wasn't sure how long he had remained silent for, until he directly answered her question, looking at her so that she would hopefully know he meant his words. "Because I didn't want you to leave," he answered honestly. He had wanted to hold her, to enjoy the aftermath of the euphoric bliss. To wake up next to her in the morning, for her to be the first person he saw. He . . . wanted to take care of her. To make her feel safe, just for that night. He needed that, the companionship and yet . . . it could only ever be one night.

"Look, last night meant something." It wasn't a lie. It meant something. Every person that he lay with meant something. Something different; something individual to that particular person. But he knew this was where he needed to be strong, and blunt . . . yet truthful. "But not something that means we're committed to each other." The brutal truth, for while he knew that it wasn't exactly desirable words to be heard by a woman . . . he wasn't going to lie.

He wasn't going to sugarcoat. She deserved the truth. "It can't be more than what it was last night." The physical intimacy. It was too dangerous to develop that into an emotional intimacy between them. He had a responsibility to the 100. To the people down here. But more importantly . . . she deserved better than that, than him. He knew he was a monster and while he could numb that feeling through physical intimacy, he could never grant himself long term solace and peace by allowing himself to love and be loved.

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if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged: Bellamy Blake

His words weren’t romantic. They didn’t make her feel better and only opened the door to a million more questions. How did somebody feel something for a night and then move on? She supposed it was easier for him. He had girls flocking to him left and right and could afford a new girl every night. What were there? At least thirty chicks he could keep this up with. “That’s bullshit,” she said calmly as she tried to process it. What she felt wasn’t something that lasted a night. It was more than that. “If you don’t want to be committed to me then fine, I don’t care.” That was a lie, but she... would rather have part of him than none of him. “But... making it a one night thing without even giving me a chance isn’t fair. It’s wrong.”

She adjusted her gun on her shoulder and tried to think of words to say; anything that would change his mind but it wasn’t happening. He saw her as a subordinate but in those moments before she was more... he was more.

“If it’s just sex then fine. If it’s something you need to shrug off and ignore out there then I can handle that, but I can’t just pretend like it never happened.” What kind of a woman was she? Giving him permission to ignore her and treat her coldly out there but accepting that he wouldn’t be exclusively hers? Wasn’t that disgraceful in some way? She couldn’t think of the guilt or even the nagging feeling that she was letting herself be his slut, but she liked him and she’d be chasing that high until the end. “Please.” She didn’t even notice that she had taken steps towards him, but he was close. Hesitantly she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him, hopeful... Still... she hated that she wanted more.

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @eva

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

This wasn't good. For so many reasons. Her words, everything about her . . . was tapping into that deep seated craving he had. That one that made him long to be with someone. Not just for a night, but more than that. To build that emotional connection with the person. To be able to spend time with them, get to know them . . . move beyond just the physical intimacy. Bellamy longed for that, how could he not? But it was never something he could be selfish enough to embrace. It would place whoever he was with in a horrible position. It left him undeserving of that affection and . . . this conversation was a dangerous one. Because, to be wanted by someone . . . it made his heart fill with an honor. But that same feeling, had to remain within him.

Never to be acted on. So he remained silent, trying to keep himself guarded. Trying to stick to what he knew was best for her. Not being with him . . . was best for her. But, was that what she truly wanted? Was it just acknowledgment or did she want this to be something more? Was it too much of him to think that he could actually be worth a woman wanting more with? So far, he had not had a similar conversation with any of the other delinquents . . . but perhaps it was because they were just as pissed off as Eva was and hadn't the guts to say anything to him. He had to admire her for that. To speak her mind. Even if a part of him wished she wouldn't for her own sake. "It's even more wrong to let you think that this would work." Because . . . he wasn't the right guy. For her, for anyone. He was the man who got his mother killed. He was the man who shot the Chancellor. He was the man who had killed over 300 people. How could anyone want to be with someone like that?

But her next word, her next actions . . . threatened to undo him. He had to force his hands to stay by their side, not returning that burning desire to wrap them around her. To hold her against him. To tell her that he wanted to give her a chance. He was only human. All humans craved some sort of companionship. But . . . what if he failed her, like all the others? He didn't even realize that he was leaning forward, as if to kiss her. Yet rationality quickly set in the moment there lips were hardly an inch apart. And instead of closing the distance, he instead spoke.

"What exactly do you want from me, Eva?" His voice wasn't cold, or overly blunt. It was low, a subtle softness to it that left him almost defeated. A genuine question, yet he feared the answer . . . he feared what he would say to her in return. This entire conversation was dangerous, yet he kept it going. He asked her sometihng that opened up the can of worms. He should push her away, he should be the dick that everyone knew him to be. It was easier that way. And it would be better for her in the future. But instead, he selfishly stayed quiet, not bothering to move his head back from how they hovered so close to her face . . . awaiting her answer.

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if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged: Bellamy Blake

What did she want from him? It was a fair question... but when Eva tried to find the answer she didn’t know how to explain it. She didn’t expect him to understand either... She kept her arms loose around his neck as she looked down for a long moment before looking back up at him nervously, not wanting to seem pathetic. “I’ve been... completely alone for such a long time, Bellamy... Last night was the first time I didn’t feel lonely...” She shrugged lightly and let her thumb gently caress the back of his neck as she thought. “I’m not looking for love or even anything serious because I don’t need that—but we weren’t meant to live like we have been living up there.” She frowned at the thought as she curled her fingers in the base of his hair. “I just don’t want to feel lonely anymore...”

She thought it was fair... She could sense that even he didn’t want to be alone, but the difference between them was his ability to take multiple partners and get the same satisfaction. She couldn’t imagine that—not because she couldn’t agree with it, but because right now most of the men here scared her to death. Not that she would show that... The way Bellamy held her made her feel safe and warm and even for the moment, cared for. Without thinking she pulled Bellamy down to her so she could kiss him softly—hoping he wouldn’t throw her out for such a move... She nipped at his lower lip softly and kissed him deeper, hoping to god he understood.

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @eva

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She didn't feel alone with him. The feeling was certainly mutual. The companionship he craved . . . well, he knew that it could only ever last a night. But her words were hitting him hard. She wasn't looking for love. She just didn't want to be alone. He could understand that easily enough. But to let himself live . . . now that would truly be wonderful. Most of his life had been about surviving, not living. To live would be allowing himself to open up, to let another in. To not feel like was a burden or failure. To enjoy the softness and tenderness of a companion, a partner . . . some he could care for, someone he could love.

Yes. That truly would be living. The loneliness was exhausting. But, how could he be so selfish? She would only end up hurt because of him. There was always the pattern of someone ending up hurt. At least if he cut this off now, the wound would not be as deep. She would be alive. Pissed at him, sure. He deserved that anger. But just when these thoughts, these options and possibilities flooded him . . . he followed her lead and lowered his head, feeling their lips touch. In that moment, everything else fled from his mind. She robbed him of any rational thought as he was focused only on the embrace. He breathed into the kiss, her nip on his lip, her actions of deepening it served as further encouragement. He coaxed her mouth open with his own, slipping his tongue between her lips to taste her.

To drink in that familiar taste of yesterday that felt equally if not more delicious right now. He didn't want to think of the repercussions. He just, wanted this. Right now. He wanted her. Easing out of the kiss but hardly parting his lips from the softness of her own, he spoke against them. "You don't have to be alone tonight." And with that, he captured her mouth once more, this time with fervent desire; a hunger that would push out any other logical thought. The thoughts that screamed to him this wasn't fair to her. That he shouldn't be doing this. And they became more and more distant. Left only, was his desire for her. Which prompted his next actions of moving his hands under her shirt and start to lift it pull it up.

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if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged: Bellamy Blake

And then he said it. The only thing she needed to hear... She didn't need to be alone tonight. His hands on her, though pleasurable of course, meant more than just sex. It was warmth that spread across her skin like a wildfire drawing lust and desperation from her so effortlessly. She pressed closer; desperate to feel her now bare skin against his. Her hands moved down his chest, taking in every curve and ripple of his chest while she deepened the kiss still. "You're ready already?" she teased halfheartedly. The bed was still disheveled from his tumble with the other two girls, not that she minded. She just found the situation entertaining. Eva wasn't perfect, or romantic. Her need for comfort didn't mean that she wasn't sarcastic sometimes. She still had a bit of attitude and cockiness that would never fully go away-- especially when she got what she wanted and right now she wanted him.

She didn't just want another night of wild sex. Though he was talented, there was no denying that, sex wasn't what brought her here. The way he touched her; the way he held her and kissed her and ran his fingers through her hair made her feel things she never had before. She imagined sex alone wouldn't give her what he did. Sex and intimacy were so, so different... Slowly she kissed a trail down his neck. She nipped at a fresh hickie left by the woman before her before moving down his collarbone. Her eyes flashed up to him; taking in his olive toned skin and nipping teasingly at another fresh mark. "I'm guessing not many have your... stamina," she said with a smug little grin before capturing his lips again in a more desperate kiss as her fingers trailed down his hips.

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @eva

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Her question almost made him pause, a fleeting misunderstanding of it. He was ready already? Emotionally? But no. It was her actions that followed, bringing attention to his marked skin by one of the other women that he realized what she was referring to. He took in a slow, deep breath, soaking in the pleasure of her touch, encouraging whatever she wanted to do to him. However she wished to mark him. After all, the pleasure was only intensified by the slight pain -- though it really didn't hurt at all. Truth be told, he hadn't even realized what was left on his skin by the others, until Eva's own talented mouth moved of it. Her next question caused a faint smirk to appear on his features . . . sobered only by all she was making him feel, and the need that was coursing through him. The aching desire that she seemed to so quickly ignite.

"You're welcome to find out," he teased, a clear playfulness in his voice. Because, truth be told . . . he didn't want her to find out. He didn't want her to experience anyone else. At least not tonight. He wanted her with him, and as selfish as that was, he couldn't help it. It was too late to send her out and assure her she would be better without him. Which she would. But he didn't want to think about that right now. He just wanted to allow himself to continue to be intoxicated by her. Allow her to rob him off all rational thought. Her hands moving down to his hips certainly helped. Bellamy lifted her shirt off of her, tossing it carelessly to the side as their lips found one another's again.

His now free hands moved along the warm flesh of her body. Damn, she felt good. His hands moved to the fastening of his pants, undoing them, proceeding to free himself and feeling the immediate relief of the constraining fabric. But he knew that his relief could be more intensely felt. He took her hand in his own, guiding it down to his swelled member. He eased out of the kiss, only to speak, his mouth hovering over hers. "Why don't you tell me if I feel ready," he said teasingly, though added legitimacy to his words by moving her hand over his thickening arousal in long motions over his length, so that she could feel for herself just how ready he was. Just how much he needed her. He supposed in the ways of stamina, he had it. But it wasn't something he exactly advertised. It was more so something discovered only by those like Eva.