For Your Eyes Only

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was relieved that the day had eventually drawn to an end. It felt like any possible thing that could have gone wrong, had. He was all too glad to be back in his quarters -- practically shared with Gena -- and prepared to avoid anyone else. As it was night, it wouldn't be too difficult. Gena was still at work, and perhaps on another day, he would have gone to the Hanger to see her. But, avoiding others was what he was more focused on.

Except for Gena of course. She was often the exception to this. Perhaps it was exhaustion or just everything going wrong, but whatever the reason, Bellamy was preparing for a quiet night at their home. He hung up his jacket and changed into more comfortable pants, taking off his boots before lying upright on his bed with a good book. There was just something satisfying about holding a book and turning the pages.

He reached over for his glasses, a secret well kept by him. When he had been in Mount Weather, there had been slight damage to his eyes after the vent explosion. It wasn't anything too serious nor did it compromise his vision. But when it came to reading for instance, Abby had told him it was best to place less strain on his eyes and use the support of glasses. Considering he didn't get a chance to even read much, it wasn't something he often wore.

But tonight, he would. Especially since he was alone at the moment. He put them on and began to comfortably read, his upper back on the pillow in an upright position and his legs out on the bed comfortably. Sleep wasn't an option right now either. He had grown too used to sleep with Gena, to holding her, as she provided him the comfort he needed to find the ease of sleep. Hell, he had basically become dependent on her for that. So instead, he would just wait up for her, also wanting to spend time with her since they were often busy during the days too.

[Gena Martin]

It was a long day. Apparently all of Arkadia was in on some huge scheme of delaying her. Finally, after what felt like the most exhausting day, she managed to clean up and leave. Some people tried to stop her, but she just referred them to the ones still on duty. It was one, but hell it was their jobs right now, not Genas. She had a place to be. It had fallen into a nice routine. Whenever they both had the nights off, they either met in the bar while she was cleaning up or back at his apartment, but given how she hasn’t seen her own in roughly 10 days, it was all but their apartment now, they just haven’t clarified it yet. They might have to, eventually. Arkadia would only grow. But maybe they would expand with it. Only time could tell.

Gena was carrying a bag when she entered. She placed it next to the door, as she usually did – it was a bit of a designated place now. It made sense, too. So before she took anything in, she placed the bag in its place and then walked further inside to see where her boyfriend was. Tonight finding him was a sight she was not prepared for at all! It was not a bad sight, quite on the contrary. She knew Bellamy could look ridiculously hot in his comfortable clothing. She had somewhat gotten used to it. But tonight he did not only wear those comfortable clothes, he also wore something she had never seen on him: Glasses.

Never before did Gena consider glasses hot, but on her boyfriend. Damn they did things to her. They had her a confused and overwhelmed mess in seconds. Gena let out a squeak close to an animal and as soon as she realized that, she felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she was blushing. Damn she just squeaked at seeing her boyfriend. This was more than embarrassing. Reacting without logical thought registering in her head, Gena turned around and left the apartment again. Leaning against the door for a moment, she tried to concentrate on her breathing, counting down: “Three – Two – One.” Before she could go back inside, now braced to see him with glasses again. Still blushing she looked to the floor, a bit embarrassed still. “Hey… uhm sorry about that. You totally caught me off guard with those… glasses.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy hadn't the faintest idea when Gena was coming home so when he heard the door, he looked toward it as she entered. But . . . her reaction was rather unexpected. He hadn't even thought to take off the glasses that he had been keeping to himself. He just watched her in the few moments they made eye contact, eliciting a squeak and a prompt turn around at which she left the apartment. Bellamy closed his book and set it on the side table, throwing his legs over the bed as he got up. His first reaction was concern. To the point where he even turned his head to look behind him to see if there was anything there that had startled her. The concern was enough to leave his lenses in place, making it only a couple steps toward the door before she re-entered, causing him to pause.

Her cheeks were colored with a blush -- which he couldn't deny was absolutely adorable -- and then she spoke of the glasses. Oh damn it. His glasses! He quickly took them off and tossed them onto the table, now actually realizing that he had left them on. "Yeah I, don't wear them often." Obviously he didn't wear them often. He'd had them for a few weeks now and avoided wearing them when he could. Standing there he felt as if he had almost gotten caught doing something -- or wearing something -- that he hadn't really planned on revealing.

Then again, it shouldn't have come as a surprise. Which Gen and him practically living together, it would only have been a matter of time before she found out. Looking at her, he decided to turn the tables a little, a light smirk playing on his face as he moved toward her. Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her. "You caught me off guard with that squeak of yours," he teased, unable to resist. Besides, the less attention focused on him, the better. "Never knew you could make that noise,"m he further playfully commented.

[Gena Martin]

Gena didn’t expect him to stand so close, but even less for him to take his classes off and toss them away and even less for that to be this hot as well. Damn. She couldn’t hold back another squeak, a more silent one, though at the same time she wanted to whimper, because damn those glasses were so hot on him. It had to be the combination between her undeniably super hot boyfriend and the glasses. Gena was more than aware of other girls throwing him glances, but for some reason this man, this perfect man, had decided to be with her. And he just gained a bit of perfection in her eyes. The blushing woman bit her lower lip as he explained he didn’t wear them often. She had noticed that, otherwise she would have seen him in them before, but for some reason he kept them a secret. Why, she had no idea. He could have had every girl he wanted if he wore them and those tight dark clothes and. DAMN why was he so hot? Why did he basically turn her head off right now?

When he wrapped his arms around her she all but snuggled closer, breathing in his familiar scent. Placing her head on his shoulder, she sighed softly, still biting her lower lip a bit as he teased her about her squeak. “I didn’t know either.” She admitted truthfully. That was the first time she had heard herself make those sounds. Twice now, all thanks to him and his glasses. Still in his embrace, she reached out and fished the glasses back from the table. Pulling back just a little, enough to give her room to move her arms, she carefully and as gentle as possible slid the glasses back onto his head. Gena took a moment to take in the sight, admiring him probably very obviously, but he looked way too handsome with those glasses. “You should wear them more often.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

The second squeak was just as precious as the first, and Bellamy couldn't resist another smile at the adorableness of it. He had never heard her make that sound and well, he was a bit damn proud that he could draw it out of her. In all the difficulties and challenges he brought to her life . . . all the burdens and darkness, he loved seeing her in moments like these. To see that he could bring forth such reactions from her. It made his heart swell with pride. Because she deserved all the happiness and he wanted to make sure she got it. Why and how she had chosen him to be with, he would never understand. But these moments with her, felt like the happiest and for that . . . he was forever grateful to Gena.

His amused smile remained when she admitted that she didn't know she could make those sounds either. She then slightly moved apart, reaching for the glasses and putting them back on him. He couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious, though he didn't protest. So long as she seemed to enjoy the sight, why not. Looking at her through them . . . well, she was perfect no matter how he looked at her or through what. Too damn beautiful. He continued to smile at her gaze, and her next words. As self conscious as he felt, he didn't feel uncomfortable under her gaze. He never would.

She always made him feel safe and cared for. Right now, was no exception. "I mostly only need them for reading," he told her, this time not bothering to take them off as she had so carefully put them on -- an encouraging action. "I haven't had them too long," he added on. Since she knew, he may as well tell her the detailed situation of his glasses. Unable to resist the temptation of her any longer, he leaned forward to kiss her, the feeling of his lenses a bit different, but it was hardly a hindrance when it came to finding her lips. Plus, he hadn't properly welcomed her home.

[Gena Martin]

He needed glasses for reading. HOW had she not noticed it before? Maybe because they rarely had time to just sit and read and if they had time they often talked or even just rested together in a place. She hadn’t even realized that up until now. They had talked about what they read. She had read to him once, but he had never seen him read extensive texts, so she had never noticed the glasses and he probably hid them well. Wow. Impressive. That was damn impressive. But it was a shame. They looked good on him. While she understood that it might be seen as weakness and that he might not want to carry it out, but hell in here it was no weakness of his. It was her weakness. Damn. 

“Tell me about them.” She whispered. And really she didn’t really want to know all about it. She just wanted to watch him talk with those damn glasses on him. THIS was what they were doing to her. But a small part of her actually wanted to know why he needed them now. He didn’t need them on the Ark, she remembered. Now he did. So something must have happened, right? Probably nothing good. Finally Gena managed to move, to look away from him. She left his warm embrace to get out of her boots and change into her own comfortable clothing to get comfortable with Bellamy together. Gena didn’t even manage to tear her eyes away from him while she pulled her pants down, or while changing her shirt. 

“You’re distracting!” She complained. On top of it his hair was completely messy, probably from lounging in the bed. It was not good for her at all. “It’s not fair!! How… You’re unfairly hot like that! More than usual and you're usually... UGH!” And at that she pouted, after throwing her hands in the air to signal defeat, because really, she was at a loss. He was unfairly hot with his glasses on and she was aware she was giving him a lot of stuff to use against her. Damn, but damn hot.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

She wanted to know about them. While he didn't keep things from her when asked, he also didn't want to damper the mood but explaining the details of why he needed them. Of the fact that he had been in a vent when there was an explosion and just barely made it out. A small strain to his eyesight was a small price to pay. He already burdened her with so much. He didn't want to burden her with this too.

"Just an accident in Mount Weather," he said nonchalantly, dismissively. "It's not too bad. I just pull them out for reading." Which, wasn't too often, as he had already explained. He didn't get further than that in his explanation because she stepped away to start getting changed. Her gaze was still focused on him . . . just as his was focused on her, watching her movements. She was so damn sensual, and he wondered if she even realized it.

Or if it was just incredibly natural. Maybe that was what added to the allure: the fact that she didn't realize how beautiful she was. His eyes followed her movements, watching her intently . . . when she suddenly spoke of how he was distracting. Him? The distracting one? He begged to differ. How utterly ironic that here he was, captivated by her and yet . . . she accused him of being distracting. He couldn't help but give a slight chuckle at that, unable to withhold the amusement.

"I know the feeling of being distracted by someone," he told her, a playful accusation in his tone. He started to step toward her, unable to resist the temptation of her. He didn't often over think about his appearance . . . but her words certainly made him feel honored and privileged that she thought of him in such a way. Yet it was funny, because he knew out of the two of them . . . he was the truly lucky one. But he would play along, looking at her with a slightly mischievous smile as he was now standing directly in front of her once more.

"So why don't you do something about it?" He teasingly challenged, leaning forward to kiss her lips once more, only letting it linger for a few moments before easing out of it. His lips trailed along her cheek, down to the side of her neck. "Because I sure as hell am." With that, he kissed along her perfectly formed neck, the glasses surprsingly not proving to be a hindrance despite his unfamiliarity in doing this with them on.

[Gena Martin]

Accident in Mount Weather. Now that explained a lot. Not only why he hid it, but why he didn’t want to talk about it. The mountain was a sore topic for him and in turn it was a place Gena deeply hated. This place was so negative for Bellamy, had him almost break down more than once, so she hated that place and the ghosts that haunted it, ghosts even she felt when having to go on a supply run there. 

Distracted, him? She wondered by what, but given how he closed the distance between them to stand directly in front of her once more with those infuriatingly sexy glasses and this stupid body of his and damn. He was just all around too much for her. Too good. This time she could hold back the squeak, though, which was perfect. She would probably not survive another pathetic little squeak and the embarrassment that followed it. But this man was just good at getting reactions out of her. Apparently she was distracting him, when he was all but disabling her ability to think straight completely. He had done so before, but this was new.

“Because” Gena began before he kissed her again. He continued to kiss down her cheek, her jaw, her neck. Oh boy. She was already overwhelmed by his appearance and this was just too much. Gena grabbed a hold of his shirt, aware that she needed to cling to something, anything in order to ground herself. He was completely overwhelming her already and her legs apparently knew that very well, with them turning into jelly. “Because” She tried to continue. “I want to keep looking at my extremely hot boyfriend.” She pointed out. That was the major issue here. “And because I think I’m going to fall over.” Or faint. Something in between there. But fall over was definitely the next thing. She was just glad she could cling to him like that. Then again nothing she said was actually anything against intimacy with him, far from it. She loved it. She was just currently a bit of a flailing mass that would fall over any second. “Hold me, Bell, please.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt more than saw her clinging to his shirt, enjoying the way he could make her feel and react. He was preoccupied with each kiss placed against her soft, flawless skin . . . which was the only reason he wasn't smiling with amusement at her words. It was flattering, to say the least but amusing even, to think that she was so distracted by him, when he was often left mindless because of her. Their relationship wasn't based on purely the physical; but the mutual attraction definitely added to it. It wasn't until she stated that she was going to fall over, and her words of asking him to hold her. Now that, was something he didn't even have to think twice about. He would never forgo an opportunity to hold Gena, for he derived the most incredible comfort from it as well.

He slowly began to move them, him stepping back and with his arms still around her, took her with him. It was only a few steps from their bed, at which point he sat on the edge of it and gently pulled her with him. In his upright seated position with his feet on the ground, he moved her so that she was sitting on his lap astride him, each of her legs on either side of his waist. He looked into her eyes, smiling as his hand casually brushed a few strands of her luscious curls back. "That better?" He asked her, one arm around her waist as he just gazed into her eyes. "Works out actually. Cause it means I get to appreciate how incredibly beautiful you are." By simply looking at her.

[Gena Martin]

Gena let him guide her to the bed with him. Given how she was overwhelmed she was with him, it was easy to let him sit and maneuver her to sit on his lap. She stared at him, for a moment too overwhelmed to do anything but stare at her boyfriend. Slowly the wheels in her head turned, providing her with the necessary information of where up and down were, where she was sitting. It felt a lot better when she didn’t feel like she was actually about to fall over. Not falling over way quite the cool thing. Sitting here with her boyfriend was even better. “Much better.” Gena whispered against him, quite happy to be there. She leaned forward to gently kiss her boyfriend again. 

“You’re a flatterer, Bellamy Blake.” But usually actually limited to those he loved, to those girls he cared about. And often he just saw the best in people. He saw the best in those girls Harper and Monroe, choosing to ignore their weaknesses and flaws. Same for Lincoln. Having him as a friend was quite the powerful ally to have. Gena ran her hand through his hair as she usually did. “How did I get so lucky, Bell?” She asked him. It might come off as a tease, but she meant this honestly. How did she get so lucky to be his girlfriend now, to all but live with them. “How do I deserve such a great boyfriend as you are?” Because she was just a simple grunt and he was a hero.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy could never grow tired of the sensation of her lips on his own. It was when he was with her that all else ceased to exist. As if there wasn't anyone else outside the four walls that kept them in here. An escape from reality. Only this . . . was reality. And for once, it wasn't full of shit. Gena was the light in his life and he would never taken that for granted. He smiled when she caleld him a flatter. "I'm just telling it like it is." Speaking the truth. He had never been one to spread falsities just for the sake of flattering a woman. When he said something, he damn well meant it. And even the word beautiful was an understatement to describe Gena.

He continued to look at her, enjoying the feeling of her fingers running through his hair, a frequent action that always delighted him. It was her next words that made him remain quiet, though he strongly disagreed. Her the lucky one? No. Not at all. He was all too aware of the fact that he was not an easy man to be with. That he was undeserving of love, having failed so many before. "Don't say that," he told her in a quiet voice, not blunt enough to ruin the moment, but not accepting of her words either. His hand went to a lock of her curly hair, playfully twisting it around his finger. "I'm the lucky one here, Gena." She was too good for him. Raven sometimes joked about it, but he took it to heart, because he knew it was true.

Gena was too damn good for him, and he was too damn selfish to let her go. "And I doubt you'll find anyone who will disagree," he said more teasingly, not wanting to let his own feelings of undeserving of her as well as his insecurities ruin the moment. Instead, he just leaned forward to kiss her again, not wanting to dwell on all the reasons she was better off without him. Easing out of it he just smiled. "If I had known you'd react like this, maybe I would have shown you sooner," he playfully joked. Truth be told, he had no idea she would and though unexpected, it was rather amusing as well as flattering.

[Gena Martin]

He the lucky one? She doubted it. He deserved someone to love him. He was a person, who gave so much love, who protected and loved people. He would give his life for those he love, no she was the lucky one. She was perhaps nurturing and loving, but she couldn’t fight for people. She couldn’t protect people. She was no hero, she was a caretaker, maybe, but so was he. In that case they were both the same, but so very different. Gena leaned against him as much as she could, still staring at his beautiful glassed face.

Save for a few people, whom she didn’t particularly trust at all.

Gena lost herself in his beautiful eyes, in the closeness between the two of them. She loved him. She really just loved him. And as she thought that, she didn’t even notice that she said it. “I love you, Bellamy.” As she realized that, she hoped he would not take it badly, hoped he would not think he had to say it back, because he didn’t have to. She just loved him, but she was aware that feelings developed differently in people. And so, to make him more comfortable, she smiled and kissed him, before repeating what she said, hopefully as warmly and openly as possible: “I love you.” It felt kind of liberating to have finally said it.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

I love you, Bellamy.

Those words made every part of him freeze. Numb for a brief second before he was utterly overwhelmed with emotion. Words that he had deprived himself from ever hearing -- with the exception of hearing it from his family. He couldn't allow another to love him. He had failed so many others, what earned him the right to be loved? He didn't deserve it. And yet, he had it. From Gena. He was all too aware he didn't deserve her, that she was too good for him. But she loved him. It felt, incredible to hear these words. His entire life he had lived for other people. This, being with her . . . he had indulged. He had allowed himself to be selfish. He shouldn't have roped her into this hell that was his life. The burden of his existence. But he had. And she loved him. There were no words to describe the intensity of emotions he felt flooded with. Even more so . . . because he loved her too. Of course he did.

No matter how much he tried to deny it. No matter how many times he attempted to push the emotions away because he knew he couldn't love her. He failed the people he loved. They always got hurt because of him and he was terrified that Gena would fall victim to this too. It was a curse to love Bellamy, as time had proven over and over again yet . . . what if she could be the exception? Was it really so naive of him to believe that she could be? That they could have a future together? That he could tell her he loved her, show her he loved her . . . be with her in every sense of the word? Because he wanted to. Yes. He was a selfish bastard. But there was no going back. Whether she knew it or not, she had his heat, mind, body, and soul. He was dedicated to her, devoted to her.

He returned the kiss to reflect that, closing his eyes to force back the threat of tears, as he could feel the slight sting of them yet they would remain unseen. He wasn't one who often cried, especially from something so sentimental. But Gena had changed a lot, for the better. And he felt overwhelmed. She said that words again, making his heart swell with so much that he could have sworn it would explode. He kept his eyes closed, just basking in her words. Gena was real. This was real. What they had, was unlike anything else. "I feel the same way about you," he told her in a low voice, audible only due to their close proximity. He loved her. He loved her so damn much that he couldn't even say it. He leaned forward to kiss her again, deeply, ardently, allowing that admittance of love to pour into the embrace.

[Gena Martin]

He was silent, quiet about this all, but his eyes, oh how they spoke volumes. Sometimes she wondered if he realized how expressive they were, of how much they could speak when he remained silent. He kissed her, while his eyes, his eyes all but sang. Gena knew that he might not be ready to say it back that was not the point of it all, though. She wanted to make sure that he knew he didn’t have to say it back, but his eyes. The way he looked at her, so full of emotion, devotion and love, it was as good as him saying it. And that was only highlighted by him wearing those glasses. Even him closing his eyes in the kiss, it spoke volumes. As they parted, Gena did what she usually did to calm him: Run her hands through his hair, gently massage his skull.

And then he said it. He didn’t use the word love, but she didn’t expect it. What he said expressed everything and more. He loved her, too. He hadn’t said those words, but expressed them in more than one way. They loved each other. It really was this serious, but how could it not be? Bellamy was a genuine person, guarded, too. So when he devoted himself to someone, it was real. It was meant to last at least for quite a while. As he kissed her again, Gena applied soft pressure to his chest, gently making him lie down on their bed. Gena climbed off of him, wrapping herself around him so her head was on his shoulder. “You know what you should do? Read to your girlfriend with those hot glasses!”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

When Gena gently pushed him back onto the bed, he showed no objection once his back made contact with the surface. She moved her position, wrapped herself around him, her head nestled on his shoulder. He smirked at her suggestion, slightly tilting his head toward her as he looked at Gena through the lens of his glasses. "Didn't know you were so fond of bedtime stories," he teased her playfully, as the amused expression remained. But then, he had never really been able to say no to her. "What do you want me to read?" He asked, wrapping his own arm around her in return. Since the supply runs at Mount Weather, they were able to build a library of sorts, taking a few books at a time.

It was difficult though. To enjoy something that those he had killed once enjoyed. He had to force his mind not to think of it like that though . . . or at least suppress such thoughts when using whatever it was that was brought from the facility. Truth be told, it had helped them significantly. The medial supplies, the food, even the leisurely items helped with The Arkers morale. It was difficult, but necessary. His people were always priority and with that in mind, they had embraced the utlization of things that belonged to a now extinct civilization. Or well, almost fully extinct.