Low Hanging Fruit

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Stupid—Harper thought angrily to herself as she left Jasper’s tent. She wasn’t out of earshot... She heard Monty question him for that shitty excuse... Harper never put herself out there like that and then to be rejected sucked enough... but then he called her ‘low hanging fruit’ because he was after Octavia. That added another level of frustration and hurt that Harp didn’t know how to process. What an asshole... She was so impressed when he killed those grounders but knowing what an egotistical ass hat it turned him into was upsetting. She couldn’t say anything about it though. Harper didn’t want to admit that she had heard anything at all.

So, she was venting her frustrations. There was a pole embedded in the ground that had been padded by material for training. They’d put things on top of it for gun training or just beat the shit out of it—and that’s what Harper was doing now. Every punch and kick was clearly out of frustration. Her actions weren’t disciplined they were childish as she vented her frustrations on the stupid post. Was she really low hanging fruit? She had no experience with this kind of thing. She spent her teen years in the ark prison and there were no chances to date there.

Maybe she was then; but instead of moping she just wanted to vent the resentment she felt towards Jasper for the comment. Maybe he didn’t think, or maybe he wasn’t himself. Either way this post was taking the brunt of her outrage.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harp

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

There was a shit load of things that needed to be done. Murphy's return put Bellamy a bit more on edge as he didn't trust the delinquent but they needed information from him. Bastard told the Grounders about their camp so their defenses would need to be extra strong and solid. The weapons would need to be prepared, which Raven was mostly helping with when it came to the bullets. Bellamy had started training the others, and there were a few that showed more promise than others.

One of which he was currently passing, though he immediately took notice of the way she was aggressively beating the training pole. "Save something for the Grounders," he told her a bit teasingly, though not without truth. Her hits were emotionally charged. They weren't with strategy or consisted of the training they had done. So it was clear that anger was prompting the extra target practice she was taking upon herself to do.

Bellamy had a special place in his heart for all the delinquents, and Harper certainly was no exception to this. Besides, she was one of the better gun people in the formed militia. He needed her to have a clear head. That thought alone, and he supposed genuine concern, was enough to put his task on hold and focus on her instead. "What's wrong?" Because something was definitely wrong. He didn't know if she'd open up, but he was giving her the platform to do so.

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Harper let out a few more hard and slightly off centered kicks out as Bellamy spoke, but the aggressive attack did leave her winded. After a moment, she leaned against the post and shook her head, not knowing what to say to him. Bellamy was always so serious and there were so many things to be worried about right now. The grounders knew their defenses and were no doubt planning an attack. He had to deal with everyone’s wellbeing and after that sickness… well it was safe to say that some boy trouble was not worth the oxygen it would take to explain. “I’m fine,” she said with another punch to the post. No, she wasn’t… Truthfully she liked Bellamy and he did seem to genuinely care. It was why she followed him. Past the ‘whatever the hell we want’ he really did want to keep them alive.

“It’s stupid,” she said with a dismissive laugh, though her furrowed brow was still very prevalent. “I just—you put yourself out there…” she looked over at Jasper’s tent with a twinge of resentment before straightening up and looking at Bellamy with a crooked grin. “If you have time for girl talk you have time to help me train, yeah?” she said with a grin. “Maybe you can help me out with some hands on action—cause I don’t think my fist should be this sore.” A distraction would be great. She did want to talk about it, really, but Bellamy had so many more important things to worry about than Harper’s hurt feelings and bruised ego.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harp

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He didn't believe her when she said she was fine. But he also knew better than to pry. She dismissed it as being stupid, punching the training pole once more. He just stood, watching, listening and sure enough, Harper continued on. She glanced at the tent, as Bellamy's gaze followed her own. He knew who was situated in that particular tent. Or well, which two people: Jasper and Monty. Given who he'd seen Harper hanging around with more often, he was going to guess that she was talking about Jasper. These delinquents had been forced to do things beyond their years; forced to mature more rapidly than should be expected of them considering their age.

And yet, things like having a crush on someone, or having their first kiss, first time making love . . . all those things seem to have been robbed from them. Their ability to just been, teenagers had been robbed from them. It made Bellamy all the more bitter toward the Ark for depriving them on what should be less intense years of their lives. Yet, so many of them were dead before they could even turn 18. She then asked for help regarding training, revealing that her first was sore. "That's cause your punching thoughtlessly. You're overly emotional right now. Clouds your ability to be smart in how you fight." Though he knew the need to release that tension.

"Next time you need a punching bag, use something softer than a metal pole." Because that was just going to bruise her knuckles. Walking closer to her, he took her hand in his, quickly inspecting her knuckles to see if she needed to put anything on them, or if they were bruised. "It's good to have some fire in your moves. Just so long as you still know what you're doing." And still had some strategy in ones movements. "Don't dwell on a crush. Time to move on," he added on, releasing her hand. Tough love he supposed. Incentive ass he could be called for it. But really, it was just a part of life. And these sort of lessons of heartbreak or whatever it was, weren't ones that Bellamy could so easily fix. Physically training her, now that was different.

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Harper frowned and looked at Bellamy’s hand as it grabbed hers—and yes her knuckles had taken the brunt of her anger. They stung after she realized that she’d been hitting the pole raw. Still, she was wondering why Bellamy was checking them. A little bruising never hurt anyone. At least, not seriously. “I have no problem getting over a crush Bellamy,” she shot back with a half smirk of disbelief. He was really going to bring that up? She was half flattered that he gave a damn and half pissed that he said it at all. Jasper... was sort of epic—at least in the moment, but she was more upset about the reason. She’d never had to deal much with self image but next to Octavia, well fuck. Grounder pounder or not she was a babe—and there was no competing with that. But was that the gold standard she was supposed to be like?

“I’m not over emotional either.” She arched a brow and turned her attention onto him, taking a more defensive stance. She didn’t like to compare people—but Jasper wasn’t such a catch if you put him up against Bellamy. Maybe it was a Blake thing. Thank whatever God there was that there were two of them, she supposed. You needed something to strive for. “Come on. I’m actually not that bad up against a more responsive partner,” she teased lightly with her fists up. A little messing around could be a decent distraction... but it was still bothering her.

“My problem is when that ‘crush’ turns out to be a complete dick—and not you kind of dick. I mean genuinely dickish. At least when you’re an ass it’s... constructive.” She let out a small chuckle before throwing a punch—mid chest, easy enough to block. She needed to know he was game. “Sort of.”

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harp

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Harper spoke of how she had no trouble getting over a crush and Bellamy looked between her and the pole, before turning back at her. "Clearly," he sarcastically retorted, not believing her words entirely. "Tell that to the metal pole," he added on with the same sarcastic tone when she further protested that she wasn't overly emotional. He wasn't one to judge. Hell he wasn't going to ask about the details of what happened with her and Jasper. Wasn't his business.

What he did care about was when it impeded a person's ability to function. When it clouded their judgment, put them at risk. That, was when Bellamy wouldn't be able to remain silent. "That so?" He questioned as she assured him that she was decent up against a responsive partner. Truth be told, she was. He knew she was. She had better combat skills than most others. And she was damn good with a gun. It was why he considered her one of the more high ranking positions in the militia. And why she had been trusted with a gun. He didn't move, didn't ready himself as his gaze fell to her knuckles, up and ready in a defensive stance.

Upon hearing her next words . . . he wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or not. He knew the names people called him among camp, though more frequently when they first landed compared to now. "Guess I'll take that as a compliment." Sarcasm. Again. "If Jasper's suck a dick, don't waste your energy on being upset about it. Isn't worth it." People who mistreated others like that, weren't worth the emotional strain they put on the person. When she moved to punch him, that was when Bellamy finally moved.

He blocked the attack, but further more, grabbed her by the wrist, twisted her arm behind her back and promptly stood directly behind her, still holding her arm behind her with a strong, firm grasp. Keeping himself in this position he lowered his head a little to speak near her ear. "This one of those times that I'm an ass, but a constructive one?" He asked sarcastically, an ever so slight playfulness in his voice as he gave her arm a bit of a pull. Not to cause too much pain, but it certainly wasn't a comfortable position for her he imagined.

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Harper let out a small yelp as Bellamy twisted her arm and pulled her against his chest. Her heart was pounding and her arm tensed, but she wasn’t in too much pain. He could tighten his grip, twist it a little more to make a point but he didn’t—instead he leaned in and spoke, but something in his tone made her shiver. It was a reaction she couldn’t really control, but damn—Bellamy was hot as hell in moments like these. She never really chased him because he wasn’t the relationship type, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought of it. “You could say that,” she replied breathlessly. Really, this was one of those times when he was being annoyingly sexy and probably didn’t even know the effect it had, despite the fact that her back arched slightly into him.

When she noticed what she was doing, she smirked and used it to her advantage. She moved as much as she could with the space made between them to readjust her stance. Her head tilted back against his shoulder some, as though she were leaning into him... She made sure to move slowly, so he’d think she was pressing against him for... well other reasons. As soon as she had a good stance though, she lifted her knee and kicked back as hard as she could—aiming for his thigh when she could have aimed for his groin. Her kick was hard and followed by a harsh chop to the neck, just above his shoulder as she pulled away from him with a mischievous look on her face. “I’d say a sexy one.”

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harp

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

When Bellamy felt Harper lean back against him, it was enough to make him pause. The back of her body pressed against his was . . . damn distracting. Did she even realize what she was doing? Probably. She wasn't stupid. Quite the opposite in fact. And her hair. Her damn hair. Why did it smell so good. Bellamy was quite relieved over the fact that she couldn't see his face. She couldn't see how his gaze was lingering over her body from this angle, breathing against her. His lips slightly parted, his mind quickly going from this impromptu sparring session to . . . his desire to take it somewhere more private. And something more physical that required less clothing.

But no sooner did the thought enter his mind, did she take full advantage of his distracted state. First a kick against his thigh which caused him to hunch over a bit, and then a sharp shop against his neck, causing his hand to raise up to where she had hit him. He managed not to fall, but the throbbing aftermath of her attack was strongly felt. He straightened his position once more, figuring that would leave a bruise but he'd suffered worse. His hand rubbed over his neck, but instead of anger, a smirk formed on his expression as he looked at her.

"Good," he approved. A praise for what she did. Hell, this was even more of a turn on than just her body pressed against his. Because it showed her strength. And he loved seeing that in a person. Whether it was inner or outer strength. Or both. Her comment being sexy left him . . . well, unsure what to say. Bellamy was often left uncertain how to respond to flirtations especially when it came to a more physical compliment. He tended to brush it off, not finding truth in it nor finding dishonesty.

"You might not be able to distract a Grounder so easily," he began to tell her. "So you have to be ready for well, anything." Simultaneously finishing his words, he swiftly moved toward her, almost sliding as his leg moved around both her ankles from behind and pushed forward to trip her. Bracing her for the fall somewhat, he followed her down to the ground. His hands went to hers, pinning them on the ground on either side of her head as he used his body weight to keep her pinned. He pressed her hands further against the surface, cocking his head to the side as he looked at her. "Now show me how you're gonna get out of this?" He asked, eager to see it, though used advantage of his weight and size to hinder most movement while he remained above her. Still. There was an eagerness to see what else she could do, or at least try to do.

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Harper gasped with surprise as Bellamy sent her to the ground. It didn’t hurt—much, but she was too excited by the response to feel the impact. He had her pinned; her torso was pressed between his chest and the ground and his hands on hers made any movement impossible, but she still had her legs; and other things. “You sure you want me to? You seem to enjoy this as much as I do,” she teased lightly with a small grin. Her eyes were lit up with mischievous intent as she wrapped her legs around his hips but instead of rolling him right away, she tightened her legs around him and leaned up—straining against his hold to trap his lips in hers. It was impulsive, reckless—and far from private. People were around the camp and some were staring but she didn’t really care in that moment.

With Jasper she’d been to hesitant and shy. Maybe that was her problem. Bellamy seemed like he was interested... She kissed him deeper but only for a moment before twisting her hips with all the strength she had to push him off of her—to roll them over. It was a challenge with her hands pinned but she was a strong girl. She couldn’t help grinning through the power struggle... It was new and exciting.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harp

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Harper's words elicited a smirk from the older male as he couldn't exactly deny the validity of them. It was only reinforced by her enjoyable actions of wrapping her legs around him, appointing pressure against what he hadn't even realized was his already sensitive region. Between that, and the gleam in her eyes, along with her words . . . she suddenly became pretty damn desirable. There was no denying her beauty that anyone could immediately see upon first glance. But it was now, in this moment, that Bellamy felt compelled to further explore her . . . in a way that surpassed two mere friends. The kiss only solidified it.

While he hadn't expected it, there was nothing that showed surprise as he promptly reacted, eagerly responding by pressing his own mouth against hers to deepen and intensify the embrace. He wasn't exactly shy about this sort of thing. But it also didn't mean he wanted to put on a free show for everyone. She pulled away all too soon, but there was strategy behind it as she flipped them, now being the one on top. It hardly felt like a defeat though; what guy wouldn't want to be pinned by a beautiful person on top of him?

But he was over the training bit now. He looked up at her, a smirk still playing on his features at the new angle. "Let's move this to my tent," he encouraged. It was hardly an order, but more of a suggestion. One that she of course had the freedom to decline but if his gut instinct was anything to go by . . . he had a feeling she would accept. He slightly raised his head, tilting it toward her ear where he pressed his lips against it, speaking directly into it with a low voice. "Time to move on," he stated, lightly nipping her earlobe in the process . . . the words evident of the suggestive connotation he had the intention of expressing. As they were also a reference to when he said them earlier about getting over her crush.

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Harper’s eyes were lit with mischief as Bellamy offered to move the power struggle to his tent. She was all too willing to oblige. It may have been cheap of her to move on from being disappointed by Jasper so quickly, but Bellamy was a good distraction. It felt nice to be wanted the way he so clearly wanted her—which she could tell by the feeling of him against her. Wasn’t that what every girl wanted? Then he leaned up and nipped at her ear; his words drawing a shudder from deep within her. Yes. Yes it was time to move on, which wouldn’t be a problem. It took a moment for her to get off of him... A small part of her got off on seeing the king on his back. What moved her was the heat between them; the hunger for more.

She may not have been experienced—hell she’d never had a chance to have a boyfriend on the ark before. Still, she knew what she wanted and right now what she wanted was tanned, six feet tall with curls for days. As soon as she was in his tent, she tugged her shirt up and over her head before tossing it aside and turning around to kiss him once again. One hand rested on his throat as her lips moved against his while the other moved down; fiddling with his belt and undoing his pants to get rid of them as quickly as possible. “I haven’t done this before—that’s okay... right?” she managed to get out as her lips moved to his neck; kissing and nipping at it affectionately.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harp

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

They didn't waste a second, which was perfect. Down here, time wasn't often something they had the luxury of. Bellamy moved toward the tent, and watched her as she moved her shirt over her head so confidently. His eyes look over her, taking in the sight of her perfectly formed body before distracted with her lips. A most welcome distraction indeed. He could her hands reaching for his belt, undoing it as his own went to the fastening of her pants to open them up. Damn, she was desirable. How the hell could anyone turn her down?

Just before he could properly pull down her pants, she eased out of the kiss, revealing something that only made him pause in thought but not actions. She had never done this before. It didn't seem like she had a problem doing it now though. It only made him certain that he wanted to minimize the pain for her as much as possible . . . which meant maximizing the pleasure. "I have no problem with it," he assured her. The way she kissed along his neck, nipping at the skin which felt so good . . . indicating that she was no shy about this. Bellamy slightly lifted her up, his lips meeting hers again in a fervent kiss as he slightly lifted her and then moved them toward the surface of the bed. He positioned himself comfortably on top of her, coaxing her mouth open with his own as he slipped his tongue inside to deepen it.

His hands went to the bottom of his shirt as he pulled it off, the action causing their lips to part while tossing the fabric to the side. He quickly made contact with her skin once more, his lips moving along her neck as one hand ran down her body, cupping her breast and massaging it in the palm of her hand. "You tell me . . . " He began to tease, his lips moving along the front of her neck to her collar bone. His other hand that wasn't filled with one of her twins, was working on lowering her pants, and then starting to pull down her underwear. "Is this feeling ok?" He further teased, gently teasing the skin of her shoulder between his lips while pushing down her undergarment that otherwise covered the lower half of her body.

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She couldn’t have asked for a better response from Bellamy. He didn’t seem intimidated by the fact or put off by it, but of course she knew he probably had a lot of experience when it came to popping cherries—since most of the girls from the dropship never had the chance to indulge. It didn’t bother Harper in the slightest, because before she could think about it he had her laying beneath him—his chest bare and beautiful. She could feel his skin against hers as his tongue explored her. She kept her fingers nestled in his hair as her tongue moved and danced erotically with his; exploring him just as desperately. His hot hand took her breast; kneading it expertly. It drew a shaky breath from her lips as her little rose colored nipples stiffened with arousal; desperate for more.

His hand trailed down and worked her pants off—and while he slipped her underwear down her thighs, she let out a soft moan and arched against him. Never had there been a time in Harper’s life where she had been more desperate than now. Desperate for affection; desperate for pleasure—desperate for Bellamy’s touch. “Y-yes, more than okay,” she let out breathlessly with a little chuckle. His lips on her collar made her head roll back with pleasure and her hand tighten in his hair. “More,” she mumbled helplessly; her hips rocking up towards him. “It feels... really good.” Another chuckle escaped her lips as her hands moved, running through his hair, resting against the back of his neck and doing anything to keep him close while her hips arched. She wanted to feel more. It was as if she was starving for it.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harp

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Everything about this woman was extremely sensual. Arousing. The way her body reacted, the way her mouth moved against him . . . it certainly didn't feel like this was her first time. Bellamy quite enjoyed a confident woman; it made her all the more attractive. Her moans, the way she spoke against him was like music to his ears. The involuntary sounds of pleasure just made him want to hear more; want to push her to make more. He couldn't help but smirk amidst his actions, her verbal response all the more encouraging. In such intimacy when being with someone for the first time, he often felt the thrill of exploring their body. Of finding out what they liked, how they liked it without necessarily asking.

Just, doing and being in tune to their response. It was even more important for a woman who had never done this before . . . for him to be acutely aware of their needs, desires, and what they enjoyed. Right now, he knew the objective was to make her as mindless with pleasure as she was with need. He could wait for his own release. This wasn't exactly his first time. She was priority. And with that in mind, he proceeded. With her body completely unclad, his hands continued to move over her, skimming across her soft, warmth skin. "You want more?" He teased. He wouldn't leave her unfulfilled that was for sure, but he was rather enjoying the playfulness of their conversation, spoken in the heat of such passion. "How much more?" He asked, as his lips began to move lower down her body. His hand left her breast, replaced by his lips as he teased her hardened tip, before continuing the trail of kisses down her stomach, to her hips . . . inching nearer to the sensitive region between her legs.

His hand rested on her hip, gently nudging her legs apart a little. He kissed her inner thigh, building the tease as he took in the feel of her skin, her scent . . . everything about her that thickened his own arousal and need for this woman. "Is this enough?" He asked, placing a light kiss on the outer area of her skin. "Or . . . more?" The latter word became a massive tease now, but one that he wouldn't let linger too long. For only moments after asking, he took her in his mouth. Closing his eyes, he worked her core, using his tongue and teeth to tease and caress the area. Sucking her clit, applying the necessary pressure to the pleasure point. A groan of his own pleasure erupted from within his throat, causing a vibration with his mouth latched onto her.