For Your Eyes Only

[Gena Martin]

“Anything.” Gena whispered. He could read anything to her and she would be happy with it. It wasn’t really about the reading after all. It was about those glasses and about to put them to good use. As she lay there with him, all that mattered were them, the two of them and nobody else. Gena was happy to have this with him, the comfort of not having to name something, of not having to watch herself around him, because Bellamy wanted her and not some perfect glorified version of her. Gena moved her hand under his shirt, so she could place her hand on his trained upper body.

“I think it doesn’t matter what you read to me. You are so attractive to me, anything might probably not only be wonderful to me, but maybe even arousing.” Most likely even arousing, she thought. He sometimes had no idea what effect he could have on people, especially her. He could turn her into mush, make her incoherent. “Or maybe that is your plan?” She mused softly. It was teasing, but sometimes, she knew he did tease her like that, as did she. “You could… seduce me.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Anything. Well that was quite a good answer indeed. Her words that followed were ones that he felt honored by. That he could be attractive to anyway. It surpassed any sort of physical attraction, but something deeper with her. To know that she could see past the monster he was, into something that could be described as such. He knew he was unworthy of it, but had he been selfless enough to act on that acknowledgement . . . he wouldn't be with her. But no. He was selfishly indulging, and felt happy, truly happy with her from it. "Arousing, hmm?" He asked with an intrigued smirk, a slightly raised eyebrow. "Well in that case . . . " He swiftly flipped her over, only so that he could reach for the book that he had been reading. One that was apparently a classic. He had no intention of getting far in it, but the idea of . . . arousing her, or seducing her was one that was far too tempting to act upon.

Once the book was in his hands he lay next to her, on his stomach, as he held the book out in front of him, opening it to a random page, starting to read. "The next morning, the 18th of November, I had quite recovered from my fatigues of the day before, and I went up on to the platform, just as the second lieutenant was uttering his daily phrase." Bellamy paused for a moment, glancing at her before he continued on. "I was admiring the magnificent aspect of the ocean when Captain Nemo appeared. He did not seem to be aware of my presence, and began a series of astronomical observations. Then, when he had finished, he went and leant on the cage of the watch-light, and gazed abstractedly on the ocean. In the meantime, a number of the sailors of the Nautilus, all strong and healthy men, had come up onto the platform. They came to draw up the nets that had been laid all night. These sailors were evidently of different nations, although the European type was visible in all of them. I recognised some unmistakable Irishmen, Frenchmen, some Sclaves, and a Greek, or a Candiote. They were civil, and only used that odd language among themselves, the origin of which I could not guess, neither could I question them."

Bellamy once again paused from his reading, looking at the words that followed a bit longer before he turned his body to face her, his lips moving toward her neck, as he tossed the book onto the bed. "The nets were hauled in." His voice was a bit lower, no longer able to just idly read but rather . . . continue with the idea of seducing her . . . only well, not just in a verbal way. And as he read ahead, he was able to remember most of the words that followed. "They were a large kind of chaluts, like those on the Normandy coasts." His lips trailed across her cheek, his hand slipping under her shirt, up her chest to touch her, massaging one of her breasts in the palm of his hand. "Great pockets that the waves and a chain fixed in the smaller meshes kept open." Once his mouth was aligned with her he ceased in his reading and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

[Gena Martin]

The words didn't matter. They were truly irrelevant. Gena watched his mouth movie, his lips, his sinful lips forming words, turning them into some form of magic that held her captivated. his eyes, hidden under those ridiculously attractive glasses, Gena was entranced with him, unable to look away. He was everything she wanted and so much more. He was perfect. In so many ways. In so many ways that she didn't understand a single word of what he was reading to her. He might as well have ready the Exodus Charta to her and it would not have mattered to her at all.


It was perfect. This was perfect. She could just close her eyes, let herself drift to sleep, but it was too good. She could not tear her eyes away from Bellamy. He was gorgeous. He was, truly, everything to her. Gena looked at him lazily, not finding anything amiss until he moved.  He started to kiss her, while continuing the story, the words still not registering in her mind. As Bellamy touched her breast, she arched into his touch with a moan.  "You're not playing fair." She complained. Then again, did she want him to? Not really. "You know how to make a girl yours." Moaning into his kiss. To hell with the shirt. Gena reached down to pull it over her head and off, trying to toss it over Bellamy to the ground, but it seemed she was too distracted and clumsy to manage that. Instead it flew just far enough to land on his ass. "Even my shirt has taste!"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smiled through each kiss, a slight chuckle falling from his lips due to her teasing words. After Mount Weather, the ability or hope to laugh had truly seemed like an impossibility. But Gena had changed that. Changed everything. Saved his very soul with every touch, every word, just, every single thing that he was blessed with when she decided he was worth being with. He would feel forever undeserving of her, the jokes about her being too good for him more than true. But selfishly indulging was his latest sin . . . his crime. And right now, he just couldn't imagine his life without her. His hands were pulled from their purpose but with no complaint as she divested herself of her shirt. The unwavering smile remained, his eyes taking sight of her breathtaking flawless figure. One that he would never be able to lay sight to without all the emotions and desire that coursed through him whenever he saw her like this.

Another grin of amusement when she attempted to toss her shirt, only to land on him, her remark about it being the true source of the humor he felt hearing her words. He decided to even things out a little, reaching down for his shirt and tossing it aside, so that it landed on the ground. "Now that's how it's done," he teased her, his lips kissing her collarbone in a lingering embrace as he let his tongue glide over it. "Not that you didn't do it perfectly," he praised. Because, well, everything she did, every sensual way she moved . . . was nothing short of perfection. His hands started to go for her pants his lips continued their trail along her now bare shoulder, simultaneously starting to pull down the other article of hindering clothing. "Damn, you're just so beautiful." Unguarded words that he didn't have to think twice about uttering, spoken in a passionate sincerity.

[Gena Martin]

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?"

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy gave a faint smile, muted only by the fact that he was glazed over with desire right now, the building need for where their actions were leading to. "Well, practice does make perfect," he teased, the thought of getting more practice in this area a rather tempting one. Though in truth, he had no complaints about the way Gena undressed him. She spoke of wanting him, her hand on his ass causing him to let out a breathy groan of both pleasure and the need for more.

But then she spoke of not having sex here and all his actions immediately ceased. Listening to her, she presented the idea of going skinny dipping. Bellamy look at her, his hands stopping from what they were doing, was did it mouth so that he could see her properly. "It's too dangerous," he explained. Going out at this hour of the night, with grounders around . . . he wasn't going to compromise Gena like that. They would have to leave the gates of Arkadia and in addition to grounders, there was also the risk of wildlife.

"Besides, I don't think I can explain that Kane; getting authorized to carry weapons and go outside the gates at this time." That, would be awkward. And despite Bellamy's somewhat rebellious nature . . . he wasn't going to rebell if it meant putting her in danger. He'd lost enough people. Bellamy moved to his side, shifting from his position from on top of her and instead, just wrapped his arm around her from behind. "We can just get some rest." Her suggestion of not having sex not far from his mind. Besides, he would be content to just hold her like this.

[Gena Martin]

“Bellamy, I could die from a falling light or from touching a wire that wasn’t properly fixed yet.” She pointed out. Death was within the walls as well. But she respected his wishes. If it was too much for him to bear, she would not make him do it. It was not something she wanted him to feel with her. She wanted his comfort. He had been through so much, so much guilt was on him, she didn’t want to be added to the weight on his overly active conscience. “I’m okay with a little danger.” She looked into his eyes, wanting him to know that danger was not the problem on her mind, it was him. At his suggestion, she smirked a bit. As if she didn’t want him. Under no circumstances would that ever happen.

“Mr. I –hide-my-sexy-glasses-from-my-girlfriend, you are not getting off that easy!” She protested lightly. She’d stop if he really just wanted to rest, but she would not let him think she didn’t want him, not when it was the furthest thing from her mind. “Unless you’re too tired.” But she placed her hands on his hips before gently kissing him once more, hoping he understood, that he had as much control in this as she did and that just because he couldn’t grant her the fulfillment of a stupid idea, she wanted him any less. “Did you have any idea what those glasses would do to me?”

Bellamy Blake