Would You Let Me See Beneath You're Beautiful

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had just finished another vigorous training session with Lincoln in the designated room with the remainder of the Ark. With each lesson that progressed, Bellamy was learning more and more in the art of combat; a kind of combat that was not learned on the Ark. Bellamy's training was that of Cadets and with guns, but Lincoln was teaching him the way his people fought; the way to stay alive in a fight against them in the absence of any weapons. So for that, Bellamy was grateful. It didn't mean that he enjoyed getting his ass kicked though. But with every kick, punch, and fall, Bellamy was learning. Observing. Taking in every small detail and making mental notes of ways to defend and relaliate; not blindly, but strategically.

However for today, they were done, and pulling his shirt back on, he made his way out of the station and behind to camp to where he knew there was a small lake. He needed to freshen up and get a few moments to himself -- knowing that seldom was the case when he was in the camp. With no one else around -- not that he was overly modest -- he pulled his shirt back off and set it to the side. Crouching near the water, he scooped some up and wiped his face with it, the cool refreshing liquid providing an immediate relief to his hot, sweaty skin. He put some on the back of his neck, closing his eyes as he just took a moment to bask in the sensation of the water. A quiet rustle, broke the moment as he immediately raised his guard, stood on his feet and spun around to see if this intruder was a friend, or stranger and thus . . . a potential enemy.

[Gena Martin]

She hadn’t planned to end up where she was, behind some bushes almost sheepishly grinning as she watched Bellamy Blake washing his face with the water of the lake. She had been just out here at the back of the station to collect some of the berries she would need for the night. The bar needed some for a bit of extra flavor to some drinks. She loved those kinds of drinks almost more than anyone else. It was going great, too. People loved it and it basically grew like weed anyway. They all but dropped a few seeds and they bloomed instantly. And now they had a lot of bushes, hiding her right now as she watched Bellamy take of his shirt again.

Damn, he was hot. His body was toned in all the right ways, something his janitors uniform had always hidden, but she had seen it anyway, because of the way he had moved. There was just too much strength and anger in the way he moved initially, when they met. For a moment Gena wondered if she should get up and let him see her, but then a berry burst in her hand, coloring it a nice little purple tint. Purple…. The perfect kind of purple. Maybe some of the berries were better of used as coloring. Gena quickly squeezed some of them to ensure they would burst and release juice upon impact. Setting the biggest part of the collection down, she started to throw the berries at Bellamys back, giggling as she saw them burst and paint his back a nice purple. It looked better than she imagined. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

The source of the sound did not make themselves known. Which, made Bellamy more uneasy. He didn't have his gun on him -- for once -- but he had a small blade tucked into his boot. Besides, if it was a threat, then maybe it would be a practical way to put his training and developed skills into good use. Bellamy's eyes scanned over the bushes, attempting to determine what exactly was out there. What or who. His unnease vanished when he felt something splatter on his back. He turned his head to see what it was, reaching behind him to wipe off whatever was there. He then brought his fingers forward to see it was a purple color.

Turning his body in the direction of which it came, he felt another one splatter onto his chest. . He looked down at it, as the purple pigment stained his darker colored skin. He just stared at it, his hand wiping the berry guts. "Real cute," he stated as he looked toward the bushes again, taking a step forward. He moved slowly and yet purposefully at the same time, like a predator sneaking up on its prey. Once he was near enough to the bushes, he reached into to feel an arm. In one swift motion, he pulled out the berry thrower, and tackled her onto the ground, positioning himself on top of her and using his body weight to keep her pinned down.

Each of his hands went to her wrists to hold them on either side of her head against the ground. "Busted," he stated as he looked down at the woman who epitomized all that was good. He was falling for her, hard. And it was for reasons like this. Because she just made everything better. A light that helped him through the darkness. "Question is what should your punishment be," he thoughtfully expressed, tilting his head to the side. Seeing one of the berries nearby, he moved one of his hands from hers to take it in his own and started to smear it on her cheek.

[Gena Martin]

Gena could see it. She knew he was moving. She knew he would try to get to her. She wanted Bellamy to be at peace again and that sometimes included good natured pranks like that. At least she hoped the juice of the berries would not be permanent or even remotely permanentish. She wanted Bellamy to be better. Gena scrunched up her nose in anticipation of Bellamy getting to her. She was prepared. Within a few moments he had her arm, pulled her out and had her pinned to the ground – for now. Being prepared came in handy. Her feet were in the perfect position for later. Gena grinned up at him as he had her, her wrist pinned to the ground.

“Punishment? Get creative.” Gena knew he had the potential for it. He could get creative, everything she had heard and witnessed by now just told her so, day after day after day. He was a great person and he deserved to have someone who was willing to just throw berries at him to get him to smile. Still grinning up at him she took his ‘punishment’ of smearing berry over her cheek. One hand free allowed her to reach behind him, to his back to smudge the berry stains there a little. Gena was calculating all of this. With her hand on his back, she could swing her legs out, gain momentum, to throw him off. Once that was done, she quickly got herself seated on top of him, pressing both underarms to his shoulders to hold him down – for now. Feeling his muscles underneath her she knew he had to play along in order for this to keep working, but then again playing along may not be the thing she wanted. With him pinned she had no other choice but to rub her cheek against his in order to transfer the purple color to him as well. 

“Got you, Blake. What are you going to do about that?” Getting a bit more daring, she let his shoulder go just to press her hand flat to his chest leaving a purple handprint on him. “I have to say I love painting on you, you make a great canvas. And I can’t even paint!”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

She encouraged him to get creative and in the moments that followed, she flipped them over so that he was now the one on his back with her sitting above him. He had to admit, the view was rather good. More than good really. He didn't fight it, nor protest to this new position. Instead, he just looked up at her in all her beauty. She started to take advantage of the position as she rubbed her cheek against his, transferring the purple residue of the berries that he had smeared on her own skin.

It almost felt like the way a cat would show affection . . . if Bellamy had never pet a cat that is. To have a bit of fun with it, he tilted his head to the side, his lips caressing her skin in the time they had contact before she drew her head back once more. She was indeed placed strategically above him, and he liked it. A lot. The entire playful mood that she created for him. It was just . . . so easy to be with her like this.

To let himself smile, not fearing the lowering of his guard or what that would entail. Perhaps it was dangerous, but he didn't over think when he was with her. He just . . . embraced it. Whoelheartedly. A smirk played on his features when she asked what he was going to do about it, and then put her hand on his chest, claiming that he was a great canvas and she didn't even know how to paint.

He wasn't so focused on the purple pigment left on his skin . . . as he was the warm sensation of her touch, craving more. "Well you're welcome to use me as one," he began to tell her. "You just have to help me get cleaned up later." There was a clear suggestive playfulness in his tone, and slight gleam in his eyes, anticipating what that could entail. "I'll even start." In one swift motion he sat up, keeping her astride him but now able to raise his upper body and thus, able to gain acess to her skin. He picked up where he left off. With their faces now aligned, he moved his lips to her cheek where he had smeared the berries, kissing her, using his tongue in each embrace to wipe away the color.

[Gena Martin]

Gena didn’t care what this looked like. People could come here any second and catch the two of them sitting like this on the ground, with his body exposed and the purple color of berries staining their bodies. People would think there was more to them than just being friends. In many ways Gena had no problem with that. First: Let people talk. They had so much to talk about, but somehow people talked about the things they weren’t meant to talk about at all. Better this than about death, death and more death. This was so much better. This wasn’t death, this was life. This was Bellamy being alive again, his smile, him just letting go of the responsibility and weight on his shoulder and instead just acting his age, acting like the young man he was, not the weighted down leader everyone saw in him these days. She liked Bellamy Blake the young man a lot better than the leader. While Gena trusted the leader, she loved the young man. She loved him in more than one way, which made this situation a lot weirder and worse at the same time.

With them sitting like that, Gena was very aware of his body underneath hers, of his upper body touching hers. She couldn’t speak, found no words to respond to what he just said. She wanted to, but there was something stopping her. Maybe it was his hands, his big hands. It was not the first time she noticed how big his hands were compared to her body. She was by no means a small person, average size, but still her hands were tiny in his and now his hands touched her in a way that would usually not leave her as speechless as she was right now. She was even more speechless when he started to kiss her cheek. His soft lips, even his tongue erased every thought from her mind. Without even thinking Genas hand settled in the back of his neck, massaging the spot where his head met his spine. Gena had never told him why she did this. Part of it was obviously due to his insanely fluffy and wonderful hair, that simply wanted to be played with or at least it seemed like it.

Still without a clear thought in her head, Gena turned her head. Normally she would have thought about it, but she was way too in the moment, way too enchanted by everything he was, everything he made them. When Gena pressed her lips to his it was soft, almost tentative, scared of what this would do to them as friends, but why should this change anything? They were grown and this was something beautiful and she loved him, as a friend and so much more. She wanted only the best for him and maybe that wasn’t her and she would be okay with that, after a while at least.
When Gena pulled away it felt easy, this was her best friend, everything with him was easy and after a moment of panic even this felt so damn easy and natural. She placed both her hands in his hair now and smiled at him, wanting this to be as easy as possible for the two of them. “You should color my lips some more.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bellamy knew that this was dangerous. It as dangerous territory to enter . . . afraid of opening his heart up to loving someone, and allowing himself to be loved. He was vulnerable. And yet, he felt safe with Gena. Not in a physical sense, but in an emotional sense -- which to him was far more impacting. He felt more than saw her turn her head and he froze when her lips met his. Not in a way that indicated he didn't want this. Quite the opposite in fact. He wanted it. So damn badly. He slowly responded to it, closing his eyes, basking in the sensation of her touch. A sensation that ignited his heart, body and soul; consuming all his sense . . . throwing him into a sea of feelings he had never allowed himself to experience before.

Why? Because he had never devleoped a friendship like this and let it form into a romantic one. But Gena was the exception. His exception. And he found the want to explore what all that entailed, begin to outweigh the rationality that he shouldn't let her so close . . . for her own protection. She eased out of the kiss and he slowly opened his eyes, gazing at her through heavy lids, all too aware how unguarded his expression was right now. But he wasn't going to apologize for it. Her hand in his hair felt all the more sensational; a comforting gesture, a welcome one. An action that indication a tenderness that he loved allowing himself to experience. He didn't deserve it, he knew that. But he was too weak to fight it at this point.

Especially with her words. Ones that encouraged him as she toyed with the idea of coloring her lips more often. It was something he didn't need to be told twice. He leaned forward and captured her lips once more, this time in a more heated embrace, one that was reflective of the fact that she had shattered his walls. Crumbled them. She had opened the dam that had once contained his emotions, bottled them. But no more. He coaxed her mouth open with his to ease the access of his tongue into her mouth as it slipped between her lips. Her taste delicious, quenching his burning thirst for her. His hand moved to the back of her head to press her closer, his fingers entwined in her curly locks of hair. He breathed into the kiss, his body pressed against her as his free hand wrapped around her waist to ensure she stayed close. Because now that he had her . . . he didn't think he'd ever be able to let her go.

[Gena Martin]

There was warmth in her cheeks, she knew she was blushing like she was a lot younger than she was, but she didn’t care for that. He made her feel a lot younger, too, like a blushing giggling teenager, one that would throw berries at her best friend and the boy she liked, which currently happened to be the same person. The fact that he had responded to the kiss the way he did, though, made the heat in her cheeks rise just a little higher. Though it didn’t matter. Bellamy might tease her a bit, but never maliciously, that was just not him. Gena bit her lip as they both pulled away, not able to anticipate what he would be doing next. 

He kissed her again. This time it was less of a gentle peck to test out the limits of their relationship, but a kiss based on being assured that this was okay between them, because it was okay between them. Gena kissed him back as deeply as she could, letting their tongues fight for dominance, gently running her hand through his hair as he pulled her even closer. With her body pressed to his as much as she thought possible, she couldn’t help but moan into their kiss. Thought that was sadly the moment they had to break apart, not by their choice, she could have kissed him for a lot longer. It was someone clearing their throat and announcing for them to “Get a room.” Now that was embarrassing, but also amusing. Gena giggled. She let her head drop to Bellamys shoulder as she giggled against him.

“Too bad, I have no intention of going to a room, it’s so nice here right now.” She lifted her head again to look into his eyes. “Unless you want to.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

Her response to the kiss laid to rest any doubts he may have about whether this was too much. Despite the initiation of the first kiss, Bellamy was all too aware that this . . . being with her, was not a casual fling. It was not about the physical. She was not like any other woman he had ever been with. Being with her was not just about the physical; it was emotional. Deeper. A connection he'd never experienced with another . . . one he wanted to let himself embrace now. And that was what made the kiss so powerful. The foundation they had set in their already existing relationship, made the embrace incredible and unlike anything he'd experienced in his past. Her moan was music to his ears, the feel of her warm tongue in his mouth made him want to keep it there for as long as he could.

It was an unwelcome and unwanted voice that broke the world they had dived into where only the two of them existed . . . and made Bellamy crash back down into reality. Pulling apart from the kiss, he felt more than saw Gena's face nestle against his shoulder, the slight vibration and little shaking of her shoulders indicating her laughter. Bellamy withheld an eyeroll at the intruder, and paid him no attention. The less composed urge of his wanting to get up and knock the guy out so he couldn't see anything. Though even he knew that the more volatile side of him was gone. He was far more calm, composed, serene . . . all thanks to the woman in his company now. He was well aware that this news would spread, that there would be questions. But he didn't care at the moment.

And Gena in all her perfection, derived humor from it rather than discomfort. Damn, was there any flaw to this woman. Did he want to go to a room? "No," he answered simply. He brought his hand up to her cheek, brushing away her stray curls, his thumb caressing her soft skin. "Feels too good right now to move." She felt too good. The moment was not ruined though. She made sure it didn't get ruined. "Although, I'm still holding you to helping me get cleaned off," he teased, leaning forward to kiss the corner of her mouth. "Showers aren't original enough," he continue to say playfully. Who knew, that he could engage in such playfulness. Though he supposed all it took was the right woman . . . not that that was easy to find. But she was well worth the wait. She was worth everything.

[Gena Martin]

Not going inside sounded wonderful to her, especially since inside they couldn’t make good use of the berries anymore and she really loved using them on Bellamy. She loved painting his darker skin with the purple color. It fit somehow. More interesting than that were his kisses, though. So she was not the only one feeling more than she should. They were friends, but maybe they were becoming more than that. Now was not the time to name it, though. Naming it would make it complicated and for now complicated was exactly what they didn’t need. They needed something lighthearted, he did. And she wanted this to remain light and easy, not complicated with finding names to something that might not even need a name. She loved him, as a friend before and more every day. He was right though, showering was not nearly original enough for him. He had managed to get to earth on a dropship, he needed a proper thrill.

Gena got up from him, immediately missing his contact, his warmth, but she had a reason to get up. Gena walked to the lake he had been cleaning off at. She reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head. Once she was only in her bra, she turned around to look at Bellamy with a grin. “I hope you’re brave enough.” Was she though? Gena wasn’t sure. But then again it was Bellamy. He knew to respect a girl, his mother raised him right. Reaching behind her, the young woman undid her bra and pulled it off. Her back was still to Bellamy, but that changed the moment she turned around. “Is a swim original enough?” Gena was biting her lower lip, tilting her head a little as she awaited his reaction.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

The moment he felt her get up, he fought the urge to pull her back toward him. But something told him that it would be worth refraining himself . . . and he was damn right about that. He just watched her as she began to move toward the lake, divesting herself of her shirt. He couldn't help but just at her. Bellamy wasn't often one to be so entranced by a woman. But Gena was different. The kiss had been different; their dynamic was different. It made her more beautiful than anyone before. An inner and outer beauty that he had the honor of getting to know. One that she was allowing him to get to know. He swallowed them she removed her undergarment.

She was so seductive . . . so sensual, her alluring body enough to do plenty to him without even touching her. But that urge was too strong to withhold himself from. He was too weak. He also knew this wasn't something she did often. He'd gotten to know her well enough to make that safe assumption. Which . . . meant even more to Bellamy right now. Taking that step, allowing them both to take that step. He didn't even know what to say in this moment. He could only stare at her in all her perfection. In all her breathtaking beauty. Damn it, he was speechless. When he finally had his wits about him, he rose to his feet, only to start unfastening his pants, leaving on the layer that came underneath -- the only layer of clothing he wore now. He then proceeded to follow her toward the lake.

Part of him wanted to unleash the desire she had caused to pent up within him . . . the other part of him, wanted to take his time with it. With this. Savor the moment. When he was directly behind her, his hand slowly skimmed up her bare back, touching her soft skin, his eyes following the trail of his hand. "Very," he said in a low voice, confirming that this was indeed original. Using his hand trailing over her back, he brushed her hair to the side, his lips kissing along her bare shoulder, while the same hand moved to the front of her body, moving over her stomach, inching its way to her breasts. Suddenly cleaning himself off was not his top priority . . . not that it ever was.

[Gena Martin]

The girl with the warm brown eyes stared at Bellamy. On one hand she was very aware of her position. Her upper body was naked and everyone could walk here. But then again, what did it matter? On the other hand, which weighed a lot heavier, she was here with Bellamy. And she was naked in from of him, something she hadn’t expected to happen today, but she knew she had no reason to feel shame. He would not let her. Bellamy was raised right. He had spoken highly of his mother and for good reason. Her education reflected in him, maybe in his sister, too, but she knew him better than Octavia. She knew he was a gentleman. He would even go as far as cover her, before he let her be embarrassed. Instead he acted on what she offered.

Gena let her head fall to the side. She moaned softly as his lips touched her shoulder, sending sparks through her entire body. His hands on it, too, felt wonderful, warm, strong. She loved every moment of it. Gena leaned back against his strong chest. A shudder went through her as she reached back to cling to his body, to press him to her, to feel the warmth and comfort of his body against her. “Lets get into the water.” She whispered. “As much as I LOVE to be like this with you, I want to share this with ONLY you and nobody else here in Arkadia. Just you.” So they had to get away from prying eyes, get under the water, cover themselves while not having to cover. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

Her sensual body made him want to explore it with his own; his hands, his lips. He wanted to cover every inch of her. Touch her in ways they had never been together before. The emotional connnection they had, the bond they built made everything so much stronger. He had never been with a woman who had a solid emotional foundation with. He didn't know what it felt like. But considering how this was starting, how it had felt when she kissed him . . . well, he imagined it was going to be incredible, at the very least. Her words pulled him out of the trance that her body had placed him under as she spoke of wanting to get into the water. That, was probably a good idea.

While he didn't want to move from this position, her words brought to reason why it would be better. It would provide them with more concealment. Besides, the thought of her body covered with water was . .. titillating. "Alright the," he began to say, as he used the side of each foot to pull of his boots with ease. He was far more concened with getting her undressed. As her upper body already was, he decided to focus on her lower one. His hand fell down to the rim of her pants, unfastening them as his hand began to slowly glide them down, purposely lingering against the region between her legs. He could already feel his heart beeting slightly faster with anticipation, with desire. With passion. Pressing his ears against her lip, he spoke once more. "This making it easier to get wet?" A playful tease in his voice as the words held double meaning.