What Is Wrong With a Little Sin?

[cherry1]

Finn was with Clarke. They had just ended the most serious relationship either of them had ever been in, but he still couldn’t wait to get back to her. She really shouldn’t be surprised. It had only taken him 10 days to forget about Raven and everything they had together and fall in love with her. It shouldn’t bother her so much. They were over. Done. But goddamnit it did. As soon as she left Murphy all she could think about was them together, in some secluded spot, with him telling her all the things he used to say to Raven, their bodies together in the same way….no, she tried to push the images out of her mind. It…hurt too damn much.

She just wanted to hurt him the same way he was hurting her. And even thought he didn’t love her the same way, Raven knew there was something she could do that would probably sting a little. Hey, the best way to get over someone was to get under somebody else right? Why couldn’t she move on the same way he was. And with that thought dominating her mind, she headed in the direction of Bellamy Blake’s tent. His escapades weren’t exactly some big secret around here. With a camp of about a hundred people only separated by the fabric of tents, it was kind of difficult to keep any kind of secret. But no, Bellamy offered the added bonus of being the one guy in camp Finn so obviously couldn’t stand. And while Raven wasn’t always his biggest fan, she knew he was the perfect candidate to serve her purpose.

Peeking her head inside she took a quick look around his tent to find he was nowhere to be found. Maybe that was a sign. Maybe this was a bad idea and she should just leave and forget the whole stupid plan. But the longer she stood idly in his tent, the more she thought about them together. She needed this distraction and she desperately needed it to work. Digging her hands in her pockets, Raven waited silently, forcing herself to stay put even though she swore she could feel her heart shattering as the seconds dragged on.


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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Another set back. Story of their damn lives. Their entire food supply had been torched by a stupid ass mistake. They couldn't afford this right now, but they had to send hunting parties out there. Bellamy had warned everyone not to waste the ammo because guns were for Grounders. Each bullet reserved for taking down a threat. The primitive weapons that they were forced to use were for hunting. Had someone not needed to stay here to make sure everyone stayed on task, Bellamy would have been out there himself. But with Clarke gone, there needed to be order. The day was filled with building the wall, cleaning the meat that they did have, and making sure everything was in check.

It had been chaotic. But for the first time all day, Bellamy found an opportunity to breathe. As soon as he entered his tent however he paused, his eyes resting on the young woman standing there, seemingly awaiting him. Why? If she needed to speak to him he was easily found. Why come right into his tent? And yet deep down . . . Bellamy may have already known the answer. Though he made no show of this knowledge. He set his gun down to the side before standing straight once more. "What are you doing in here?" Cutting right to the chase. Because surely, something brought her in here. But that didn't mean it would keep her in here.

[cherry1]

She felt unsure of herself in her own skin as she stood and waited. The whole plan seeming more and more ridiculous the longer she had to think about it. It had been a heat of the moment kind of decision, and as the moment grew longer, that heat began to disappear only to be replaced by doubt and anxiety. That’s it. Raven began counting down from a hundred before she would finally just leave and pretend none of this ever happened….Twenty one….Twenty….Nineteen….Raven turned slowly as he walked in to the tent, setting his gun down to the side. Well then, here goes nothing. She could hardly look at him, directing her gaze anywhere else as she chose her words carefully.

How was she supposed to make her intentions clear without beating around the bush? Small talk had never exactly been her strong suit, but Raven couldn’t just come out and say ‘Hey Bellamy, I’m here to bang you.’ Or perhaps that’s exactly what she should do. Deciding instead to just air out her frustrations she spoke. “They don’t waste time, I’ll give them that.” The bitterness evident in her tone. “What’s it been, a day and a half?” Since they ended things. Since her whole world imploded and his apparently just started…with her. Saying the words out loud revealed the slow burning anger behind the heartbreak. It made her surer of herself, turning towards him now and actually looking him in the eye. The more bitter and angry she felt, the more confident she was in her decision to be here. To go through with this.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

They? Finn and Clarke no doubt. Bellamy had zero interest in the little love triangle that had formed ever since Raven landed on the ground. He didn't actively seek out information about it, but he knew. With how closely he worked with those involved. Obviously he knew. It was damn awkward. But it wasn't any of his business. Nor was he going to make it his business. Any guy who was going to cheat on his partner deserve to face the consequences of it.

But like hell if he was going to get involved in this high school drama. Raven was better off telling Jasper, Monty, or one of the other girls about him. Surely, that wasn't the reason she was here. Bellamy didn't exactly exude the aura of a man who offered condolences when their partner cheated on them. And if he did . . . that's something he would need to rectify right away. "You're mistaken me for someone who cares," he told her bluntly, unsympathetic in his tone and expression. He lowered his pack as he continued to speak.

"Time to move on." And stop dwelling in a guy who was into another woman. With that, Bellamy lowered his pack and proceeded to take off his jacket, expecting her to leave after his comment. Instead, she sat on his bed and started taking off . . . her shoes? What was she doing? Well he knew what she was doing. Bellamy paused his actions for a moment, just watching her. Was she serious about this? Was it really why she was here? "What are you doing?" He vocalized his curiosity while removing the other sleeve of his jacket from his arm, now clad in his t-shirt.,

[cherry1]

His tone was crass and uncaring. Perfect. Just what she needed. She didn’t need him to care. A shoulder to cry on was not what she’d come here for. And if that’s what she was going to seek out, Bellamy certainly wasn’t the man for that job. "Time to move on." Move on. Exactly. Now that’s, what she’d come here for. He wasn’t someone she particularly liked, hell she’d even hated him for a while, so there was no chance of any sort of feelings developing. The perfect man really for her intentions of no strings attached sex. Raven needed to prove to herself that could let go just as easily as Finn apparently did.

Swallowing down any remaining fears or doubts she sat on his bed and proceeded to take off her shoes and jacket. Concentrating on each action instead of allowing herself to really think this through, so there was no chance for her to psych herself out. “Moving on,” she said, using his own words to answer his question. Standing up, she unzipped her trousers and pulled them down, all the while avoiding his gaze, until she finally stepped out of them and turned to him. Taking the hair tie out of her ponytail and pausing. His expression was intent and serious. By now he must have known what she was really here for, and looking into his eyes now, through her off for a moment. Was she really going to go through with this? “I’ve never been with anyone but Finn,” she thought out loud. Yes dammit she was going to do this. Mustering up all the confidence she had and faking the rest, Raven looked him up and down and stepped forward. “Take off your clothes.” She wasn’t asking, and at his unsure stare she decided to take the initiative instead. “Fine, I’ll go first.” Pulling her shirt over her head, Raven just stood before him expectantly hiding all the rushing fears of another rejection behind her expression.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't move, his expression unwavering. Moving on. Cute. Using his words in this kind of context, though it wasn't entirely what he meant. Though maybe it was. He just hadn't expected her to be doing this with him. It was clear she was upset, bitter over the fact that her former boyfriend was possibly hooking up with Clarke. But that didn't make him throw himself at her and pull her into this pitt of rebound sex.

 He didn't say a word, his eyes fixated on her face as she began to undress herself. Without any hesitation too it would seem. Raven had always been a confident woman. He didn't quite expect her to be shy in this regard but still . . . there was something about it that left Bellamy just standing there, watching her. She stepped closer, releasing her hair -- which damn, showed that she really meant business. Her revelation came next. She hadn't been with anyone but Finn. Once again, he wasn't all that surprised to hear that.

She had obviously been in a committed relationship with him. It made even more sense that she was bitter at him. For she hadn't been with anyone but Finn, yet Finn had not shared that same dedication. Because even without it said, or told to him . . . he knew what Finn and Clarke had done. Based on Raven's reaction to everything, it was easy to tell. Surely, it wasn't nerves that had prompted Raven to reveal this about her past of sexual partners . . . or in this case, partner. Still, Bellamy didn't say anything.

Hell, he didn't even feel touched that she told him such a personal thing. In typical Raven fashion, she practically demanded that he remove his clothes. But he didn't. He stood there, his hands on his hips, watching her silently, as if giving her time to realize what she was doing. And how she may regret this later. She seemed to pick up on his unwillingness as she decided to go first, promptly pulling off her shirt. Bellamy's eyes stayed on her face. He wasn't an immature kid who got excited by the sight of breasts. He could control himself.

Besides, it wasn't even that Raven wasn't hot, cause she was. Damn, she was gorgeous. But that wasn't what this was about. With her standing before him, naked with the exception of her booty shorts on . . . he finally spoke. "If you're lokoing for someone to talk you down, tell you that you're just upset, and not thinking straight . . . I'm not that guy." He didn't realize the hypocrisy of his words, though perhaps on a subconscious level he did.

By saying these words, it was as if he was giving her the opportunity to step away from this. To not go through with it if she was going to regret it later. He may not be 'that kind of guy' but apparently, his words suggested otherwise because even still . . . he didn't make a move toward her. He remained standing, looking at her, unphased by her nude form in front of him. Because, this was something she had to decide and determine whether she truly wanted to go through with it.

[cherry1]

She stood there waiting patiently for him to either make a move or make her leave. But instead he did neither and just spoke instead. Despite his words, she knew what he was doing. He was giving her an out, a chance to think about how ridiculous this was and leave of her own accord. Forgetting any of this had ever happened. But it wasn’t a refusal either. He wasn’t rejecting her, just giving her choice. Only she’d already made that choice. Raven was not backing out now. It was reckless, and for all the wrong reasons, but it was her last ditch attempt to feel something outside of bitterness and heartbreak.

“Good,” she stated, sealing the deal, before finally moving towards him. Putting her hands on either side of his face, she crushed her lips against his. Her face was cool and confident but her heart thumping hard and fast in her chest betrayed how she really felt. Eagerly she helped pull off his shirt, craving the contact, the illusion that somebody wanted her. Even if it wasn’t true, even though this was purely physical, she could still pretend. Only already she could tell every little thing that was different. His hands, the way he held her, even the feeling of his lips against hers was strange. But it still felt so damn good. A different kind of good. It was exhilarating. All of these sensations were new to her. Every touch left a burning trail over her body, it left her all but breathless. It was like her first time all over again, only without the awkward teenage boner, performance issues under pressure, and lack of experience. She clung to him for dear life when he lifted her, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, as he finally carried her to his bed.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

She acknowledged his words, with a simple one word answer. And it seemed to be the last thing that needed to be said. Her lips went to his and he immediately responded, breathing into the kiss. His hand went to her back, caressing her soft skin as it practically engulfed her. Her skin was soft, flawless, warm. He felt her reach for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up which he helped with, breaking the contact of their lips only to assist in the removal of his shirt. Tossed carelessly to the side. His hands immediately returned to her back, brushing her hair to the site -- the first time he had ever seen it down though he wasn't paying much attention to that. His lips moved against hers, not bothering to pause for breath due to the heated embrace.

He eased out of the kiss, only to nudge her against her neck, kissing the skin there before his hand went to her leg, touching the exposed skin of her upper thigh. He effortlessly lifted her up and carried her over to his bed. Once she was laying on her back, Bellamy continued his attentions on her, his lips kissing along the planes of her neck while his hand moved along her bare leg, already tucking a finger in the tip of her booty shirts, starting to pull them off of her. Damn Raven felt incredible. Intoxicating. Desirable. It was easy to feel aroused for the woman that lay undernearth him now, feeling his burning desire to see all of her, touch all of her . . . taste all of her. How anyone could be stupid enough to cheat on her, he would never understand. Nor did he care in this moment. Because he was far too engrossed in all she was making him feel . . . as the aching need for her intensfied.

[cherry1]

It was all happening so quickly that for the most part all she could do was react. To every touch, every kiss…every taste. It was exhilarating. Her lips parted allowing her tongue to just explore his own. He paid attention to every inch of her body, leaving nothing untouched. Well, almost nothing. Keeping one hand on his head, she kept him in place. She burned in anticipation for him, her desire only growing as his hand left a burning trail up her leg. The sensations threatened to overwhelm her. But no, she’d come her to use him, and since they were under no false pretences that was exactly what she was going to do.

Her breath hitched when his hands reached the hem of her shorts pulling them downwards. This was really happening. And there was really nowhere she would rather be than beneath his obviously experienced hands. Well actually on second thoughts…helping him pull off her pants she broke the contact of his lips with her skin. She had some ideas of her own. Sitting up, Raven moved around him, gently putting her hands on his bare chest and pushing him down to the bed. Swapping their positions so that she was straddling him, a bare leg on either side of his. There. That’s better. Biting her lip she slowly leaned forward, kissing his chest, licking and tasting her way downwards. Lower and lower until she reached just below his belly button. It was an obvious tease, to get him just as hot and bothered as he’d made her. No way Bellamy Blake would best her. Taking her fingers, she slowly moved them up the front of his pants, pausing over his growing arousal for a moment until she reached the hem. A smirk on her lips. Without a word she moved her legs over to one side and pulled at his trousers. She wouldn’t be the only one naked here for much longer.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

The positions turned soon enough, as he felt Raven move to alter them, so that now she was the one on top. He couldn't say he was entirely surprised. Hell he would have smirked or commented on it had she not continued to rob him off all thought. His lips moved along his chest, her tongue leaving a trail of heat that burned through him, right down to his swelling arousal. His chest heaved with strong breaths, head pressed against the coverings of his bed. His tongue ran over his lips, eyes closed as he just relished in this. In where her mouth was inching toward, refusing to beg but damn if he didn't want it. One of his hands was on the back of her head, fingers twisted in her long black curls.

The feeling of her hand on his pants, caused to release a breathy groan of need. Those pants needed to go. And as if she had read his mind, she began to unfasten them. The immediate lost of her touch was felt, but the anticipation of the removal of these constraints of clothing trumped it. Because he knew that his ache would soon be addressed. He moved to sit up, raising the upper half of his body as his hands helped her hastily remove the article of clothing. He was well aware that she probably didn't even need his help. But he just wanted them off.

And yet, with their close proximity . . . he found the want to touch her stronger. His hand went to her cheek, his lips hungrily finding hers again as the kissed reached a fervent intensity. He playfully pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, letting his tongue graze over it. His other hand fell between her legs, massaging her core for a moment before slipping a finger inside of her, teasing the region, and silently challenging her to hurry up and do the same to him where he needed her touch.

[cherry1]

Her hands hastily worked to remove his pants, needing to get rid of them and see him, and…feel him. All of him. Not allowing thoughts or doubts to stop her, instead Raven just surrendered her mind to her basic most animalistic needs. Not giving herself a chance to really think this through, the possible repercussions and the unhealthy reasons she was doing this now purged from her mind. Because for now, she just needed to feel something. To feel wanted by someone else, in the way she needed to be. Sure maybe that wasn’t true in this case but she could sure as hell pretend. And the way he touched her, kissed her, tasted her, didn’t leave her working too hard to get lost in the moment. Bellamy was the perfect man for the job. He didn’t make her feel inadequate or second best.

Before she could have a chance to really start to unravel him, he kissed her once more. Returning the favour she all but smirked as he bit her lip, enjoying the pain mixed with the pleasure. Something she’d never experienced before. With Finn, he’d always been tender, loving, and never rough with her. And if she was being honest, Raven had always been curious about what it would be like. Well, that’s what Bellamy was here for. Placing her fingers on his chest, his hand got to her centre first. Breaking the contact of their lips she took in a sharp breath before moaning at his teasing actions. Her mouth and tongue on his pulse point as Raven just experienced the building pleasure. A gutteral groan escaping her throat as he entered a finger.

Though all it did was make her hunger for more. More of him. Using her teeth she grazed his neck, now trailing her nails down his chest until she reached his hardened member between them. It took all her will and self-control to move away from his expertly effective hands, allowing him to slide out of her. Her core already wet and ready for him. But not yet, she wanted more from him first. Slowly moving down his body, Raven kept her eyes on his, letting the anticipation build as her nails continued to drag down the sides of his torso now. With a smirk on her lips she finally looked down, before ever so lightly trailing her tongue up the side of his length, really taking her time. She wanted him to groan and beg for her mouth, for her tongue, for her body. For her goddamn soul. Because she deserved that. She deserved someone to need her that badly even if it was all superficial and temporary. It didn't matter. For now this moment was all that mattered.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Her moist tongue and gripping teeth left a pleasurable sensation wherever they touched. It made that need intensify within him, welcoming her to explore his entire body with her mouth while he enjoyed feeling the liquid proof of her own need. As it wet his finger that was probing her core, it made it easier to slide deeper inside of her . . . until she pulled him out. He was whatever she needed him to be, and so followed her lead without protest. It was often how he was when engaging in such intimate activities with someone. Raven needed to forget, needed to move on. He was going to offer what he could to help with that. To well, make her feel better. And yet, he felt like he was the one deriving all the pleasure. His eyes watched her intently, heavily lidded, glazed over with desire as she sensually moved down his body, her nails leaving a trail as her head moved lower.

His heart beat harder in his chest with sheer anticipation of where she was nearing, of what could come next. The sound she had made earlier that indicated her pleasure was one he longed to push her toward again . . . yet right now he was selfishly indulging in whatever she had to offer. Funny how that worked out; his own thought process focused on offering himself when she was now pleasuring him. And damn, was she doing a good job of it. The moment her tongue stroked his member, Bellamy sharply inhaled, his eyes closed as his back slightly arched. One hand instinctively went to the back of her head, tangling into her thick curls while his head pressed against the coverings on his bed. His chest heaved with the need that was shooting through him, to almost a painful extent.

His tongue ran over his lips to wet them, craving more, needing more. Damn well desperate for it. And she was going so slow. Which, continued to make that need burn within him. Opening his eyes, he slightly raised his head to look down at her, his fingers still entwined in her hair. A faint smirk played on his features, unsure how he managed to form coherent words. But alas, they came out in a deeper voice than his natural tone. "That the best you can do?" He teased playfully, a taunting challenge for her to continue . . . and do more. Because he wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to idly lay here when she was moving so slowly . . . so skillfully. Because he damn well knew she was fully aware of what she was doing to him.

[cherry1]

Ah and there it was. The arrogant Bellamy Blake. The reason she’d come over here in the first place. His playful tease would have gone over better if Raven didn’t know exactly what her actions were doing to him. Every breathless sigh and moan falling from Bellamy’s lips betraying his words. Dammit if it didn’t make her feel good. He wanted more? Too bad. That’s not why she was here. And he just reminded her of that. The urge to unravel him had clouded her judgment. Raven was here to forget. Sure she enjoyed the satisfaction of taking apart her partner bit by agonising bit but before today that partner had always been Finn. With Bellamy it was purely physical. She wanted him to make her forget. To use pleasure to purge every image of Clarke and Finn…together that her mind had managed to conjure up. She didn’t particularly like him, hell she even hated him for a while there. But she trusted that he was her best shot at this. And there was no denying the attraction between them. Made obvious by how wet she already was for him because of his actions.

“Like you could do any better?” she asked taking her lips off him while simultaneously depriving him of any release. With one last stroke of her tongue, just to make its absence painful, she sat up looking him in the eye. It was cruel but if he wanted arrogance, Raven was just the woman. “We both know why I’m here,” she said as Raven slowly moved back up his body until she reached his hips, straddling him. She looked down at his member between them, biting her lip, momentarily betraying her desire. “Show me what you got.” She finally said, mustering up as much confidence as she could and faking the rest as her eyes trailed up to his own. A challenge in them mixed with a hint of desperation. Raven needed this to work. 

[Bellamy Blake]

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Oh god, she was going to drive him to madness. That final stroke of her tongue too brief, too short. He needed more. The temptation to start thrusting into her mouth ceased by her shift in position. His hands moved along with her head, readjusting herself over him so that she straddled him. He looked at her, his gaze glossed over with desire, aching need for his hardened member. He refused to descend unfulfilled and judging by her words, she wasn't going to leave him in that way. It was true. He knew exactly why she was here. He was not naive enough to believe that this had anything to do with a deep seated emotional connection. Hell, they were both quite similar. This was about 'moving on' as he had told her. It was about getting back at Finn. And considering the tension between Bellamy and the spacewalker, he was the perfect person for Raven to get back at Finn with.

Looked at her for a moment, allowing her to finish as he processed her words . . . that familiar difficulty of remaining idle, suddenly became an impossibility. Especially with her encouragement, and his aching cock. In one swift motion, he flipped them over, now positioning himself on top of her. Simultaneously, his hands went to hers, pressing them above her head on either side of her head, practically pinning her down to his bed. His lips went to hers, deeply kissing her, his tongue eagerly exploring her mouth in a battle for dominance. His hands released their hold on hers, nudging her legs apart a little, as he lowered his hand to his member, tucking the head of it between the folds of her skin. Not fully entering her, but rather, just teasing the feeling. His other hand held down her waist, preventing her from thrusting in any way to further press him inside.

He nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it in his mouth for a second before releasing it so that he could speak. "Tell me what you want," he encouraged her, his words filled with teasing. His lips dragged along her cheek, to her ear, slightly nudging himself a little more in her heated core, but nowhere near penetration . . . yet. With his lips pressed against her ear, he spoke again. "How you want it," he breathed, wondering if she would describe it. A fantasy she may have that she wanted to play out. A need for something more than what Finn was giving her. Emotion was taken out of the equation and left only was lust and passion. Bellamy lived for others his entire life and right now, he was being what Raven needed him to be. He took that role rather seriously and besides, he was deriving his own pleasure from these actions as well.

[cherry1]

He flipped them over, momentarily taking her by surprise. Pinning her to the bed, he had the power now. Well, she did ask him to show her what he could do. The feeling of being dominated was unfamiliar but not unwelcome. Finn had never been one to fight her for power in the bedroom, so it was an interesting change, but she didn’t protest. Raven actually…kind of liked it. But there it was again, she was still thinking of him, comparing this experience to all of theirs. No she couldn’t have that.

The moment she felt him at her opening Raven couldn’t help but squirm beneath him. Her core ready for him to just push all the way. She knew what he was doing, leaving her frustrated on the cusp of any real satisfaction. Hell, she’d just been doing the exact same thing to him. But that didn’t mean she appreciated it. Raven was a goddamn hypocrite and she wanted more than he was giving her. Every touch, every bite, was infuriating. "Tell me what you want," Raven’s eyes snapped open, finding his. His words taking her by surprise. Bellamy may be physically dominating her, but in that moment Raven realised she actually had all the power. It was nerve-wracking but in the best way possible.

Putting aside any insecurity she closed her eyes, pressing her head into the matress as he pushed further into her, only just. "How you want it." Letting out an involuntary moan, he was going to drive her insane. She could barely form a coherent thought let alone divulge her deepest most carnal fantasies. Oh he was good. Licking her lips after taking agonisingly long to collect herself, she spoke. “Start slow.” If Raven was ever going to do this with no inhibitions, it was now. “Make it all I want. All I need.” She needed him to purge every thought of Finn from her mind, just for tonight. “Then,” she paused, swallowing. “Then I want you to go hard, and rough,” she added biting his lip on the last word before dragging her tongue along it. “Or well you can try,” Raven said with a smirk, she just couldn’t help herself. Keeping it vague, she didn’t trust him enough to reveal anything deeper. But it would do for now. Unable to actually move to pull him inside her, she slowly moved her legs around his waist. Raven needed him to go deeper, to finally give them what they both craved.

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