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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 15, 2016 15:25:23 GMT
"I didn't plan on any of those activities." Gena smiled. She tried not to laugh, but really the mention of sex tempted her to laugh. Laughing with that wound was not nice at all. Gena knew right then that she would listen to his advice. There was no way she would move much with that wound. There was no way she could imagine the painkillers to work for good. There would be times when they failed - or when she would refuse them. Others might end up needing them more. But right now, right now she was scared of the pain and what would follow. Even with the painkillers right now, she felt like she might be falling apart.
"I'll stay here and rest. And be bored to death!" Another smile appeared. "Is there a cure for death by boredom?" She knew it was not a real thing, naturally, but she wanted to make light before the conversation would turn serious again. This life, the life they hadn't chosen, was hard on them. But it was not impossible. History had proven that. But Gena hadn't learned all history in her time in school. "It worked before - living with other cultures - it worked before here on the ground. No reason why it shouldn't work again. It just needs time." And work. Arkadia had tried to play by their rules. Maybe compromises were the way to go now. It was an option.
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 9, 2016 17:37:20 GMT
She hoped the idea wouldn't backfire on them. Bellamy was an open man. He was, as long as consent was given freely, sexually very open at least, his heart was a different story. And this, this was clear consent from the two girls and she would make sure there would remain no doubt about that. It felt like that would be essential to this night. Aside from that, she expected a lot of discoverys to happen. She knew what she liked with her partner in bed. But a female? She had no idea. Given that she and Harper had already talked, she gave the girl a soft smile. If she could do this with anyone, it was those two. She trusted Harper, who was becoming more and more of a friend every day and she obviously trusted Bellamy. It would be good - eventually. Once she overcame her nerves.
"He won't know what hit him." Gena voiced just as she heard the door open, to reveal her boyriend. His expression at seeing them was priceless. He looked exhausted - one of the reasons why she suggested it, Bellamy needed to unwind, to basically get laid and while she did that often, she just wanted him to let go completely today. On top of the obvious exhaustion was the confusion, confusion that looked stupidly cute on him - then again she loved almost all of his expressions. He did focus on them quite a lot.
"I think you're a bit overdressed." Gena began, hoping to get through her nerves soon. She needed to get through them, because she wanted to enjoy this with both of them, to discover this with both of them. Gena leaned backwards, smirking at Bell. "Well, what do you think is going on? We want you." Wow that sounded husky from her, weird, which made her blush. She wasn't experienced in seducing. Come to think she wasn't experienced in any of this, which was why she wanted to share this with Harper and Bellamy. "We thought you could use a bit of fun - of the naughtier kind. Aka a threesome."
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 7, 2016 16:22:48 GMT
A part of her felt uncomfortable. But she knew Bellamy would love it. Who wouldn't, really? He would walk in here, not knowing that two women had agreed to spoil him a little. Or a little more. The two girls had gotten close. Now they were ready to get even closer. She knew Bellamy and Harper had been in bed together, so the familiarity should be there. That shouldn't be awkward. The constellation was, though. But their idea was a good one. Gena wanted to do something good for her partner and something good for her friend. She wanted both happy. This was one way to achieve this. And it was a good way. Sometimes all a body needed was actual physical release. If she could, she'd give it to them.
Gena wore her black underwear. It was simple, nothing fancy. She didn't even own anything fancy. This was her most fancy pair - and she guessed Bell would know that. It was a simple cup bra and panties that were slim cut, showing off how long her legs could actually be, if she didn't always hide them in those baggy pants that she tended to work in - for comfort. Now she was almost naked and placed in the room with Harper. Gena even laid out some tools they might use - if they were up to it.
"He should be here any second." The curly haired woman said, pulling her panties for what felt like the thousand time to do so. Yeah, she was nervous, but excited, too. Tonight should be magical for all of them. Gena reached out to untwist the strap of Harpers bra. "Ready? I think he's about to be here."
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Post by Gena Martin on Aug 26, 2016 19:43:57 GMT
For a moment the young woman was actually confused. Bellamy never questioned her cooking. Not once had he done so, even before he even tasted it. But then she felt his arm around her, pulling her gently closer to him so he could kiss her cheek and lick - lick? That was a new one, too. Finally it dawned on her! She had chocolate on her face. He licked chococolate from her face. Well she could do that too. As he enjoyed the taste, she dipped a finger into a bowl she had just filled with chocolate. With that she painted a brown line across Bellamys cheek.
Standing on her tiptoes she licked it from his cheek. "I think it tastes much better on you." She grinned. They had so much, a bit of fooling around would actually hurt no one, otherwise neither of them would indulge in this! They would never waste food if it was essential to others survival. But it wasn't. Everyone got enough, more than enough actually. This was not based on Bellamys position or anything. This was what everyone got. She dipped her finger in again, this time spread it on Bellamys neck. She didn't even wait before she lowered her mouth to his neck, sucking the chocolate from it and leaving a mark in the process.
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Post by Gena Martin on Aug 26, 2016 18:11:06 GMT
Gena laughed to his display. At least they could still be light hearted while like this. This was what she loved the most about Bellamy, even though there was someone very serious in him, an old soul, caring and protective, the playfulnes was there, too. It just had to be uncovered. Sometimes, if you let him, if you coaxed it out of him, the young man was just that, a young man enjoying himself. She had seen it not enough. This side of Bellamy was her favorite side. It was happy.
"Well maybe we will have to do this more often then." She teased. "So I learn how to properly take shirts off." Really that would just be an excuse. Not that she thought she needed one. Gena placed her hand on his neck, pulling him down to her, to kiss him, gently, full of love. She took her time tasting his lips, the unique taste that was Bellamy Blake, the man who made her feel so very special. "I want you, Bell." She whispered. She wanted him more than she ever wanted anyone before. Then again she never experienced a relationship like this before. She had been kind of pining for him back on the Ark already.
Pushing her hands down to his pants, she took a bit of the initiative, slowly pushing his pants over his gorgeous firm ass so she could properly grab it. It wasn't like he was unaware of how much she loved to do that. Suddenly an idea crossed her mind.
"Bell... lets not have sex here... there is a lake out there and its dark. What do you think?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Aug 22, 2016 17:53:50 GMT
Gena came early to her shift. With how hectic everything had been, she appreciated how things had settled down, how she could spend time with the people she cared about. She even got to reunite with people she knew on the Ark, Bellamy for example. And it seemed like they were getting closer by the day. She loved it, but it also gave her something to look forward to, most days, namely Bellamys arrival at the bar, just like he did back on the Ark, for other reasons however. Now it was to visit her. Tonight it was unlikely he would appear as he was off on a mission. And missions sometimes took all night. Even if he came back in time, he'd be way too tired to come.
So Gena went to work early, intending to finish late, to get some cleaning done without distractions, but she knew herself, she was always easily distracted by people. Today seemed to be no exception. As Gena was getting ready to mix the first drinks, her eyes fell onto a blonde she had seen often enough. Harper, if she remembered correctly. With all the new people she met, she confused a lot of them, still. They were all new to her after all. She poured a drink for the girl before setting it down in front of her. "It's on the house." The curly haired said, laughing as basically everything was on the house here anyway. "How was your day, Harper?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Aug 19, 2016 15:59:06 GMT
Gena nodded. She didn't expect him to be involved in the decision. He probably had more pressing matters to deal with. Just because she was injured, didn't mean she was the only one. There were others. And they needed help, too. She would try not to be difficult. Others might even need help more than her. Right now she suspected the only thing she could do was lay or sit there and wait for her body to fix herself. But laying down was boring.
"I don't think you should be worried about our people." Gena sighed softly, hand still on her abdomen. "Most would avoid more bloodshed, if there was a possibility." If there was a way to tie the grounders to a deal that they couldn't get out of this time, they might be able to make peace. But what if there wasn't? "They'll keep on attacking us. We're an easy target, a great scapegoat for whatever goes wrong in their own society." And it would work vice versa, too, if they let them. She hoped they wouldn't.
"Water would be good." It would be awesome actually. "Can't I sit? I didn't plan on moving much, but I figured I'll spend quite a while laying on my back like a curly haired turtle."
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Post by Gena Martin on Aug 16, 2016 17:52:28 GMT
"Maybe the grounder was just bad at killing short-range." Gena suggested, trying to make light of the situation - light that did not include her laughing. Laughing was a very bad idea and a very painful idea with the injuries she sustained. They would heal though, flesh healed, the body was a wondrous thing like that. But she guessed the others in the mountain were beyond saving now. A small part of her actually hoped that, she couldn't imagine the pain caused by the fiery explosion and a collapsing mountain. Maybe a quick death was the merciful end for the people in the mountain.
"Isn't there some... way to know if people are down there? Some detector for warmth or even heartbeats?" Right now some people might still be hoping their loved ones would return and it would end up being false hope. The curly haired young woman slowly sat up, one hand clutching where her wound was safely under bandages. "What about... the grounders? Did we react to the attack? Will we? People died in there because of them." It was their fault, because Arkadia had healed grounders in mount weather. That was a clear sign that they meant well, but the grounders still attacked. The moment the mountain was no longer as reinforced, due to tiny threads of trust, they used it, maybe to make themselves feel strong again.
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Post by Gena Martin on Aug 13, 2016 15:26:37 GMT
It’s been hard on the small family, hard on Gena to be separated from Bellamy once more. As everything unfolded, as Gena stood with Bellamy and Raven at Finns death, their children safely in bed, she knew what happened now would once more bring the father of her children into action. He was a caretaker, a protector and in the end, ending the threat to their people also protected his family. She understood. And she understood his need to stay back. Gena would have loved to come with him, to help him, but the thing she could do that would help the most was stay back, protect the children, not only from bodily harm, but also from emotional harm. She had many sweet talks with her son, having to explain to him, that his daddy was out, protecting his friends and them. That was something he could understand, but he missed Bellamy. The short time he was with them, was not nearly enough for Max. But, like she heard of Bellamy, Max threw himself into being a good big brother and a good son, mostly dedicating himself to tell his mother to sleep when his sister was asleep and they had a quiet moment. Gena took those moments, staying in the room with them, napping lightly as Max played. He gently woke her as soon as his little sister wimpered and enjoyed holding her when he sat on the couch.
Now finally the people came back from Mount Weather. She hadn’t heard of what happened yet, didn’t have the chance to even stop to ask anyone as Max bounced around, barely patient enough to have Gena put shoes on his little feet, before bouncing off towards the gate, Gena and the newborn barely able to follow. She didn’t have to worry in Camp Jaha. Everyone adored the youngest Blake siblings, respected the older ones.
The sight of Bellamy picking him up, her son squealing, the two clinging to each other, made Gena stop a moment to take it all in. He was safe. He was in one piece. He was back, holding his son. Gena slowly walked forward. He reached out for his daughter, to touch her cheek and kiss her. It was perfect, father reunited with his kids again. Maybe this time he would get to stay longer. Maybe this time he could take a few hours and sit down and properly play with Max, hold his daughter and tell her a long story before putting her to bed. She hoped he would get that kind of peace.
“You did it.” He was the inside man. He did it. The others did it. She had to praise them. Then again she had no idea what he had to do to save their people, if it was good to praise him for it. “You came home.” Now that was something she could praise him for. He came home to his family. His son was overjoyed to see him again. That was a good thing. “Max, how about we bring Daddy inside?” She suggested to which her son nodded enthusiastically. “I’m sure he wants to rest. Or eat?”
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Post by Gena Martin on Aug 5, 2016 17:48:31 GMT
It was all because of her children, all for them, all about them. Gena knew, looking back, that without her daughter she would have died in Mount Weather. But just as she and her husband were about to leave for the mountain, the babysitter came to them and informed them of their daughters fever. It was nothing really, her body just fighting a germ, nothing to worry about as she was healthy by the evening. But staying with her, while Bellamy went to save the world, had saved Genas life. She kissed her baby girl all over, making her giggle. The news of the mountain shocked her as much as her husband and it caused her to stand by him and Pike without a question. The man even got along great with Max.
It was because of Max when Gena got chipped. They had him. They had made him take the key already. He was rigid, didn't look at her. It was like his lively eyes, the copies of his fathers eyes, were suddenly dead and void. It scared Gena more than anything. And she knew she couldn't leave him alone in this city of light so she took the key herself, to be with her son, so he wouldn't be scared. The city was beautiful. The thought of her daughter crossed her mind, but people assured her she was in a better place and Gena never even thought to question it. If Feli was in a better place, who was she to try and take it from her? Time lost all meaning. She and Max were happy where they were. They were happy until they were made to stand in the tower of Polis, waiting for Bellamy to arrive, one of the last attempts to stop him from reaching Clarke.
As the door opened, Gena didn't smile as she usually did when she saw him. Neither did Maximus. It was his tiny voice that was raised first. They were all alone in the corridor. Everyone else was made to stand back and let them, let them try to stop him with this cruel trick. "You left us, Daddy!" Little Max said. "You left us." Gena echoed. "How could you?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 23, 2016 14:14:52 GMT
Guilt was a funny thing. It hurt, it hurt very much, but it was also a good thing, at least in Genas books. because what or who was a person that no longer felt guilt? A cold blooded murderer? A monster? She didn't know, nor did she care. She knew Bellamy felt guilt and she knew she herself felt guilt. It was part of a human an essential part as far as Gena considered. It would take time for both of them to let go of the guilt they felt and it would take the others support to get there. They had each other, at least, which was more than some people could say. She stood by Bellamy, through whatever the others said. She knew his heart was true. It would always be true.
After the soft kiss, she snuggled into him, nodding into his shoulder. She would need the help to get down, thanks to her leg. She knew Bellamy was strong, but regardless, she worried. He had been through so much, there was no way he hasn't gone all out while they were apart, trying to find a solution. He needed rest. They both did. She just had to figure out, how to make him sit and rest. Maybe they would fall into it naturally. They had done so before and it was just so tiring, they had been through so much. Clinging to him now, Gena sighed. The warmth, the dizzyness, if they were in a different place, she could have fallen asleep then and there, but they were in this aweful tower. They just needed to get back to Arkadia and lock themselves into their room and not emerge for a while. They needed to be able to settle in their home and keep out all the bad things. Even though it would be hard.
"Lets try and find a way down." It would take a lot of them another while to get ready to leave. Until then they could at least try and find a way down. The tower had taken quite the hit, it seemed. Gena struggled to try and get up, but it hurt. There was no way she could get up. She looked at Bellamy. "How did you do that? Get up and walk with your wound?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 16, 2016 20:36:17 GMT
Feliciana. that was a wonderful name for the little girl. She was lucky. She was hopefully happy, all of that was what Bellamy and her both wanted for both of their children. They wanted the best for them, a happy, safe life. And she loved the name. She loved the names they picked for them, hoping the meaning would translate to their lives. They deserved every bit of happiness in their life. They had already been through quite a lot already. In her young life, Feliciana had seen the crash of a space station, little Max even more. But now, for now all was fine. The four of them were together.
Gena watched as Bellamy and Max had their moment, noses touching like they sometimes did. Max grinned and nodded, then turned to the baby, still safely in her mothers arm. The toddler placed a sloppy kiss on his sisters forhead, before announcing "Hello Feliciana." Gena certainly took that as agreeing to his fathers naming choice. She shifted the baby, experienced at the child care that she was now secure enough to hold Feliciana with one arm, so she could touch Bellamy. She needed that touch, too. Truth be told she was exhausted after all of this, but she had to prioritize the kids.
"I'm going to ask them to release you. Or at least to give you house arrest, so you can be with us." They both knew how important the first days were. Not just for him. For Feliciana most importantly. The warmth she needed now. They needed to provide that. And she didn't want him to lose this. He lost so much already. So Gena finally shifted the baby into his arms. "Will you hold her while I do that?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 16, 2016 19:02:41 GMT
After all this time, after struggling to somehow keep hope, he was here, he was real and he was chained. She'd try to free him, but she was too occupied and distracted with her boyfriend, with the relief of holding him again. He was alive. Her worst worries hadn't come true after all. He was chained, but as long as she could feel him breathe, as long as she could feel his pulse as she held him, Gena knew it was not as bad as it could have been. She had so many questions for him. She wanted to catch up, but there were chains and chains weren't good.
"It's a long story." The bartender provided. But she had time. Looking around, she only took one step away, far enough so she could reach for a stone, how ironic that once more this simple blunt object would come to her aid in situations that felt terrifying and yet so important to her. She had a long story to tell, but maybe it was the right one. Gena began by hammering away at the chain that was the furthest from any skin of his, hoping to break it soon and swiftly, like she broke something else.
"I... uhm I was in the presidents office." She began. "We thought he might have written the launch codes down, so I looked there. A grounder came. He stabbed me in the abdomen." It almost killed her, she knew that. It was the other grounder who saved her life. And she... well she took his in return. "He wasn't alone. The other one took me. He spoke of selling me. He helped with the wounds until... well I got free." Gena kept smacking the stone onto the chains, some parts already close to giving in and freeing him. She could say more, she knew one day she would have to admit to him what she did. But for now freeing him was important. "Who keeps you here, Bellamy?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 16, 2016 17:35:46 GMT
He was right. There always were things that kept them occupied, but sometimes they weren't as urgent as he situation they were in right now. Gena sighed. She wanted to have a moment with him, but he was right, they were next to impossible. Still there were calmer moments and those were all they needed. Those were all she needed in order to sit with him and speak with him. The girl with the locks ran her hand through his once more, a deep sigh leaving her lips, before they kissed. It was one of those kisses that lasted and felt deep, like a promise not spoken, but felt in the heart and soul. It was more than she asked for and a deep, deep relief for her.
As she pulled away, she smiled. It felt very reassuring to feel this gentle kiss, to have him tell her he'd be careful. She knew he was talented. She knew he could pull things off that others could only dream of. She should be glad, but she would still worry, every moment he was apart. "Radio in, please." She continued then, needing this to be said. "Don't let us guess how you are or whats going on. You know those were Kanes and Griffins mistakes, not speaking to us. Inform us." She placed her hands on his chest. "And ease my mind a bit, please. It'll be easier for me knowing that your wonderful heart is still beating."
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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 14, 2016 19:09:00 GMT
Only Raven and Sinclair. That were too many lives lost. And why was she still alive? She failed. She should be dead with all of them. She should be dead, not them. She should have died protecting them. She should have done something stupidly heroic. Instead she even failed at protecting people. She failed at it royally. She failed because apparently the office was protected. Those cowards. Those damn cowards in Mount Weather had a way to keep themselves safe while killing their people. It hadn't come to it, but it had been possible. That was horrible in itself.
"Some weird luck that is." Gena provided. It hurt to think that she was partially at fault for the death of so many people. She could have saved them and failed. And they had friends, families. She knew them, she was farm too. Those were her friends that died, though not her family. Those died long before. "Not surprised a grounder is incapable of basic human anatomy." They didn't have the means to find out about it. "Are you sure nobody survived? Did anyone search the rubble? I... should have saved them."
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