Let It Rain

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It was the first night on Earth, and Bellamy was already scheming. He was giving the delinquents the illusion of freedom and a lawless lifestyle . . . while setting his own rules in motion. As long as no one wised up, it wouldn't matter. Getting the bracelets off was the first step and thus far, it was a rather successful. No one wanted to show loyalty to the place that had sent them down here to die. They were free now; free to live . . . but of course, first they had to survive. As they were experiencing their first night, they were also experiencing their first rain fall. It was starting to let up some but everyone had been enjoying the unfamiliar and rather refreshing liquid that poured from the sky.

It was enough to set out the fire where they had been tossing the bracelets in, but that didn't stop others from taking them off. And Bellamy planned to get a lot more done tomorrow. For now, why not enjoy the company he was surrounded bit. He ran his hand through his hair, the slicked back style washed out from the rain as the weather turned to a very light drizzle. He looked around at the various delinquents, making his way to a small group of them, his attentions catching one in particular. And why wouldn't it? She was incredibly attractive. He recognized her from the Ark, but that wasn't why he had approached her. "Need help drying off?" He asked her, a light smirk playing on his face.

[Lilly Cartwig]

Lilly held her hands up to the sky, before letting them drop[ back down! The rain wasn't as hard now but it still felt great! It smelled wonderful! Some girl from the dropship, Roma?, had gone inside and was bitching about her hair but Lilly loved it! The smell of it! The feel of it! The taste of it! She spun in a slow circle and then shook her head to make to water fall out of her long hair! It would be unmanageable tomorrow but how cared?! What had everyone been saying? . . . . Whatever the hell we want!

A voice spoke up, and Lilly turned to smile up at whomever spoke--though her smile froze slightly. "Need help drying off?" Damn. He had made it clear how he felt about the privileged. Which she was. "Dry off? Are you kidding me? I love it!" She told him, trying to pretend she didn't know him. "Besides, I look damn good when wet," That came out lower and a tease. He was so damn hot, and she was feeling wild tonight! EVERYONE was! Holding out her hand she introduced herself--the self she had planned to tell everyone.. "Lilly, from farming station." She was not going to end up like Wells and Clarke. Outcasted and a pariah. She was one of them, and she was damn well going to be treated like it.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

His smirk remained in place when she stated that she loved this, and that she looked good wet. Confident. He quite enjoyed that in a woman. Even if it was a delinquent, one that was under the age of 18. Down here, it was whatever the hell we want. A newfound freedom that they could all enjoy without the constraints of authority. Hell, Bellamy had already claimed the dropship for his own tonight. If anyone had a problem with that . . . he would deal with them accordingly.

"That's true," he agreed in response to her comment about how she looked good wet. "Suits you well," he added on, his eyes looking over her for a moment -- clear suggestion in his voice. "Too bad the rain's letting up. I wonder if theres another way to keep that look to you." The wet one. She then extended her hand, his gaze going to it as she introduced herself as Lilly from farming. He knew that wasn't true, but nor was there any need to call her out for it. What the hell did it matter?

He slightly raised an eyebrow at the extended hand, before his eyes went to her face once more. "Why so formal?" He questioned teasingly. Though it was a tease, it was a subtle suggestion. Many of the others here were from backgrounds that did not engage in such formalities like handshakes. He wasn't calling her out on her privileged status, but instead, masking advice in the form of a tease and hoped she was intelligent enough to pick up on it. If she was who he recognized her to be . . . then surely she was. "Bellamy Blake," he introduced, not taking her hand but taking another step toward her. "In case you haven't heard," he added on with a bit of a smile.

[Lilly Cartwig]

"Suits you well," He teased her, and Lilly smiled up at him. She thought she looked good too. She had been toying with loosing her shirt for a little bit now, but she didn't want it stolen. "Too bad the rain's letting up. I wonder if there's another way to keep that look to you." Her eyes widened, and while she didn't blush this was as close as she ever came too it. With who her mother was, no guys had ever been that forward, and she loved it. The not too subtle reference, his dripping hair, and the tone he used--that deep voice . . . . she was liking this.

He was looking at her hand and not taking it, instead looking surprised by it, and her fingers curled back slightly. "Why so formal?" Formal? She paused for a moment, never having thought handshakes were formal, but normal. She'd have to watch that. "Maybe I was just trying to touch." She teased, lowering her hand as he stepped forward and gave his name. "Bellamy Blake, in case you haven't heard." There was 100 of them here, 101 with him, she figured. Every one of them knew his name. "I doubt any of us haven't heard your name by now." She teased, shifting her weight to let her hip go out some, as she subtly adjusted her stance to suck in her belly and push her breast out to make him notice them more. "The brother who came to protect his sister. . . . . kind of heroic. Kind of bad ass too." She figured the others didn't use words like heroic, but bad ass. She was trying to adjust more then her stance to fit in.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Her company was definitely enjoyable. She seemed to pick up on his subtle advice and instead, teased about just trying to touch. "Well, there are better places to do that," he teased in return, as that seemed to be the mood and dynamic that was buidling between them. And quite comfortably at that. He didn't miss her change in position, and it made the smirk remain, a bit more amusement seeping through the expression. She looked good. Damn good. And well developed, which was something far more noticed with the way her stance shifted. He forced his eyes to remain on her face, though her actions were definitely making him want to take this conversation somewhere private.

And well, make it consist of less talking. She spoke of his position, his reason for coming down, calling it heroic and bad ass. Octavia wasn't a topic he often spoke about. After so many years of keeping it a guarded secret, it felt almost . . . odd to speak of it now. "Yeah? And what bad ass thing did you do to get yourself down here?" He inquired, purposely using the same words she did to ask his question, which consisted of genuine curiosity. What sort of crime did the daughter of a councilman commit to land in the Sky Box.

[Lilly Cartwig]

"Well, there are better places to do that," Yes! Her eyes fell over him, slowly taking in the form of the man before her, before they slowly made their way back up to his face. There was so much she'd like to do to him. "Yeah? And what bad ass thing did you do to get yourself down here?" He asked, and she lost some of her swave as she was a bit annoyed with herself for that. "Went to a party to let off some steam, got high for the first time . . . the guards crashed it. I would have been floated but YAY for me . . . I was still 6 days from 18. I figured they'd pardon it, but instead--" She held out her hands to gesture wot the world around her. "Earth Bound."

Dropping her hands to her side she kept going. "Not very bad ass! Instead my 18 birthday is spent crashing into Earth! Happy birthday to me!" She was a bit bitter, but more still on that high of being here! She was on EARTH! She was practically an adult! She was without any rules, or adults, or judgment, or need to pick a career, or a need to be as good in school as her mother, or needs to hold up the family name, or . . . . or whatever it was she had rebelled against.

Reaching forward she used her thumb and forefinger to pinch his shirt and pull it slightly away from him before letting it fall back. "Guess we're the only two big kids here." She teased, stepping even closer and smiling up at him. "We should celebrate."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She began to explain that she had gone to a party and gotten high, hence the reason for her arrest. It was innocent enough, compared to some of the other crimes committed by people here. And yet, everyone had been lumped into the same category. Everyone was disposable -- according to the Ark. Furthermore, she revealed that it was her birthday which meant . . . she was not underage. She was 18 years old. And, she was right. There was a chance her crime could have gotten pardoned at the time, but he supposed they would never know now. Instead, she was among the others sent here as guinea pigs, and they may as well enjoy it while they could.

Because if Bellamy had anything to say about it, the rest of the Ark would not be joining them. She pinched the fabric of his shirt before releasing it, then saying that they should celebrate. The thought was certainly enticing . . . one that Bellamy was strongly in favor for. "Good thinking. We can start your 18th year off with a bang." The words meant to be a play on the meaning of the term. "I may not have drugs but there are other gets to get a high." Not the substance kind, but the kind that came from more . . . physical actions. "Hey," he began to say, also shifting closer to her. He then leaned forward as if to kiss her but instead, moved his head past hers to her ears where he spoke directly in them in a low voice. "Happy birthday." And if she allowed it, he would damn well help her celebrate her step into adulthood.

[Lilly Cartwig]

"Good thinking. We can start your 18th year off with a bang." He told her and Lilly smiled up at him, loving how tall he was. She had never had causal anything before, but the high from being down to Earth was taking over her. She was thrilled, and enjoying it! "I may not have drugs but there are other gets to get a high." Like how she was feeling right now!! She was feeling wild and in the need to act out by doing something unlike herself!

"Hey," He lean forward and she felt her belly jump as he went to kisssssnnooootttt kiss her. Whisper in her ear. Her hands came up to touch his arm and chest as he moved into her personal space. "Happy birthday." His voice did funny things to her. Moving to tilt her head and return his actions, she let her lips trail from his ear to his lips, as she spoke against them, without kissing him. "Thank you."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt her lips move along his skin, from her ear to his lips. Not quite kissing him, she instead spoke against them, thanking him for the birthday wish. It was a tease, and one he was quite enjoying. He looked at her through heavily lidded eyes, finding a burning desire to move this along from a mere conversation to . . . well, something more physical. He kissed the corner of her mouth, yet did not fully kiss her. Not yet. He wanted to savor it. The building dynamic between them. One that could be unleashed and explored when they were in the privacy of walls . . . preferably in the drop ship.

"Why don't we take this somewhere private," he suggested. Though everything she had said and done up to this point had led him to believe that she wanted to, he was still just suggesting it. This would be her chance to back out should she have any doubts or uncertainties. Of course he would be aware of them should they arise when they started, but at least now . . . he would not be leading her into a situation that she could not escape from. He took a step back, not wanting to but definitely wanting to move this along. He turned his body as if waiting to see what she was going to do. Whether she would accept the invitation or decline it. He wouldn't be heartbroken if it was the latter but damn . . . he hoped it was the former.

[Lilly Cartwig]

He kiss the edge of her lips, and she parted them, ready for him to five in on her and kiss her . . . but then he pulled away. "Why don't we take this somewhere private," and stepped away to give her a chance to either go with him or stay here. She looked at him and tired to think without it taking too long. On one hand, she had never had casual anything, and she wasn't sure what it would be like. She knew nothing about him! He could hurt her! . . . . on the other . . . It was like standing on the edge of something, and she was brave on the outside and shaking on the inside with a mix of mostly excitement but a hint of fear--and she was loving this feeling.

He wasn't a criminal! The only one of them here that could say that! Surely that was a good sign? Taking a deep breath, she let out a slow smile that crept over her face before she stepped closer to him, and let her on hand hook into his own. "We do need to get out of these wet clothes." She pointed out, "We would hate to get sick on out first night." Mostly though she just wanted to see him naked. Because is she was going to do this, she wanted to see everything.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't have to wait long to see her reaction. She smiled, stepped forward and told him that they needed to get out of the wet clothes they were in. He gave a half smile at that, starting to walk along side her to the drop ship. They left the door opened, but he had draped what thicker fabrics they had over the entrance so that it would grant them privacy. He had also briefly glanced at Atom and John so that they knew he was not to be disturbed. Inside he had set up a bed for himself.

The dropship hadn't been stripped of the chairs and such yet. They would use it and the seatbelts and such for other materials. But for tonight, it was in tact. As he held back the makeshift curtains, he waited for her to step inside before he lowered the cloth to conceal the inside, finally granting them that privacy.He then took a couple steps toward her. "Bottom level or top?" He asked her, easily able to move them up to the second floor if she felt it would be more private. He was fine either way. They would quite easily move the blankets and whatever he had up the ladder to the other floor.

[Lilly Cartwig]

Lilly walked with him into the dropship and when the curtain fell shut she felt her insides jump at the knowledge that she was going to do this. Letting go of him she walked deeper into the ship. She reached down to pull off her shirt, and let drape over one of the seats. "Bottom level or top?" As she got to the latter and turned to lean on it, her back pressing into the bars, and lifting her hands up to hold the bars over her head. She looked good like this, and she wanted him to think so.

His question raised a good point, and she looked up at the door before looking back at him. She didn't like being locked in things, but she wouldn't mind the extra privacy. It was raining after all and surely others would come in here to seek shelter before sleeping. "Which ever you think would give people less chance of walking in one us." She told him, lowering her eyes from the door to look back at him.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched her every move, particularly when she began to pull of her shirt. His eyes lingered over her body, taking in their fill of her seemingly perfect figure. She leaned against the bars, and part of him wanting to take her right there. But he managed to restrain himself. Instead, he would answer her question. On the way to join her at the ladder, he grabbed a couple of the blankets and threw them over his shoulder so that he could take them up.

He then went to stand directly in front of her as she was leaned against the bars. One of his hands went to hold onto the rail next to her, leaning his body forward as he looked at her intently. "Lead the way," he urged. It was getting more and more difficult to keep himself restrained. With the way she moved, talked, started to remove the layers of her clothing . . . and just the overall way she looked. Bellamy wanted to fully appreciate it. This was their first night on Earth, and her birthday, which was more than enough reason to celebrate and do something that he would have to think twice about on the Ark. Down here, there were no rules. Whatever the hell they want.

[Lilly Cartwig]

He walked toward her, and lifted a hand, but still didn't touch her! Her head fell back to rest on one of the bars. He was driving her mad by not touching her! What if he didn't know what to do? Surely he did! You didn't tease this much this well, if you weren't confidant in your put out. "Lead the way," He told her and she laughed softly, seeming to understand.

Turning, she started climbing, aware that since he didn't move back that her butt was going in his face. She tried to tighten it with her muscles so it would look better, but the climb took her effort. Once she was up there she moved out of the way for him to join her. Looking around it, she tried to imagine this being the only home they all had now. They'd have to figure something out--but later. Right now she had other things on her mind. Licking her lips she turned to face him, letting him do what he wanted with the blankets before she would try to start taking off his clothes. Using her foot she push the door closed.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

When she turned to start climbing, he moved back a little to give space. But that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the view. He was. Very much so. His gaze resteed on her rear as she climbed to the top, and he began to follow. It was a short climb and once there, he moved away from the door, casually spreading the blankets onto the floor, practically tossing them though they were flat for the most part. He heard the door slam to a shut, prompting him to turn around as he saw that she was the reason it had.

He gave a bit of a smirk, not wanting to waste any more time. There was no reason to. They were alone. They both wanted this. Why bother wasting another second. He began to take a few steps toward her, talking while doing so. "You ever hear of what a birthday suit is?" He asked her, unsure of how familiar she was of such terminology. Once he was standing directly in front of her, his eyes moved over her upper body, his tongue running over his lips though needed something far more substantial to quench his thirst for her. His fingers went to the tip of her pants, gently pulled her closer toward him. "Well, let me help you get into yours." By getting her out of these clothes. And with that, he pulled her close enough to him that he lowered his head to finally capture her lips in a heated kiss.