Thorns Protect The Rose

[Roma Bragg]

He was getting on her last nerve! Roma marched down the hall to the gym in side mount weather, knowing that was where he was. Bellamy Blake had once again gone off alone, and she knew he was trying to prove this place had secrets, or that something bigger was happening here; but that shirt was going to stop! He had taken care of them for so long that he couldn't drop his guard! THAT was all this was! He needed to see that this place was a good place! If he screwed this up for them, he wouldn't have to worry about the grounders--she'd kill him!

Roma walked into the gym and stopped dead in her tracks. The anger she felt a moment ago disappeared into the wave of turned on that flooded her system. She could feel her self growing wet at just the sight before her! OH SHIT! Bellamy was doing some complex looking workout with a pole climbing rods up into the air, so his fore arms bulged out and she could see his lickable veins sticking out. Roma was known as a very shallow person, and she liked pretty people--but damn his man took it to a new level!

When he dropped down to the ground she walked up behind him, just as he turned to face her. Pushing on his chest until his back was on the pole, Roma backed him up and then her hands went right for his pants, pulling at the fastenings. Hadn't she come here to yell at him? She couldn't even remember her anger right now! He was really lucky he was so damn pretty, she thought, as her mouth moved to his and she sucked on his bottom lip.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Salmon ladder. That was what it was called. Bellamy was intrigued by it, never having seen it on the Ark. It was late at night, which was what prompted him to venture out from the large room that everyone was staying in, and do some exploring. He still didn't trust this place. He knew it could be so easy to just leave, but at the same time . . . he couldn't leave the delinquents. At least if he was here, he could make sure they were alright. He needed to formulate some sort of plan. But first, he needed to get the proof that Mount Weather was not all it seemed to be. It was not all it was cracked up to be.

He had been wandering around for a bit before coming across the gym. And that was what landed him here, now. He hadn't had actual equipment to work out with since the Ark, and was taking full advantage of access to it now. The salmon ladder worked every part of his joints, as well as worked up quite a sweat. He did it a few times, not even having heard someone else enter the room. Not until he jumped the small distance from where the bar rested to the ground, turned around, and suddenly felt himself pushed back. Roma. She was one who was really enjoying this place and hell, he couldn't blame her. Right now though . . . it clearly wasn't about that.

Her hands went straight ot he fastening of his pants, and he paused only for a moment to adjust to the surprise of seeing her, and immediately going to well, this. Not that it was unwelcome. The adrenaline from the work out was still coursing through him and this was a perfect next step. When she pulled his lip between his teeth, his hand went to sides, skimming over her perfect figure. He eased out of the kiss only for a moment, the metal pole digging into his back. "Well, hello to you too," he said a bit sarcastically, before his lips eagerly went to her own, his hand slipping under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin. Roma had always been a confident woman, and he quite enjoyed that about her. It made her incredibly attractive . . . and the woman that he had engaged in intimacy with more frequently than anyone else in his entire life.

[Roma Bragg]

How bad could this place be? It had things like this! It let him do things like this! The sweat that coated him, the way his hair turned even curlier and dangled in his face, his skin glisten, and the SCENT of him! The sweaty, man scent! She might like to be clean but there was something about his dirty that drove her mad! He greeted her, and she let out a breathy two syllable almost laugh like sound; before his mouth cut it off. Her hands finished pulling at the fastenings, and she tugged down his pants just enough to free him! Then she moved to pull his shirt over his head. Breaking the feverish kiss once more, she sucked in a loud breath before muttering her own greeting--sort of. "Just watching you do that has made me so wet." Watching his body work and wanting it to work over her.

Her mouth went to his exposed skin of his chest and she ran her tongue over it, tasting his slightly damp and salty skin there. His large hands were touching her, and the heat from them soaked deep with in her, causing her ache to grow more and more. He had always done this too her. Even before he had become this bad ass leader of their group! She had loved him on the Ark when he was just a sweet and reserved guy--she loved him now too, though she'd never ever let on! They weren't about love and romance. It had always been physical with them. Surface level. Roma was fine with that, as he seemed to always know just how to touch her, and turn her, and take her to bring out the best between them in bed. Licking her way up his neck, her fingers of one hand tangled into his wet hair, while her lips found his again, and her other dropped between them to wrap her slim fingers around his thick penis. She groaned into the kiss, as the though of it in her made her even wetter.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Feeling her warm, wet tongue against his skin caused him to close his eyes for a moment, taking in a slow deep breath at the pleasure aroused by her actions. And words. One that only intensified when he felt her take a hold of him, holding his swelling member with her graceful hand. He nipped her lip as part of the sensation felt over her touch, eagerly deepening the embrace as his own hands started to lift her dress, bunching it in his hand so that he could touch her in return.

And perhaps discover the evidence of her claim. He then switfly turnd them so that she was pressed against the poll rather than him, knowing this would give better leverage for what the building moment was leading to. Once her dress was high enough, he moved his finger between the folds of her skin, her need allowing him to slip in easily enough. "Guess you were right," he teased against her lips, the overwhelming urge to be inside of her clouding all else in this moment.

She sure as hell knew how to distract him from his purpose . . . though the salmon ladder had started him off. And with any luck, she would be able to finish him, uninterupted. With that enticing thought in mind, he pulled his fingers from her center, guiding himself to her as he lifted one of her legs to move around him, before pushing into her, using whatever metal of the pole he could to press her against it to get a firm entrance.

[Roma Bragg]

It was almost too much! They had not even taken off her clothes! HER DRESS! Roma had never not taken off her dress and protect it, but right now she couldn't even think! All she did was feel! Later she might see the action as telling, maybe she might not be as unattached as she pretended to be to him, but right now she only felt the wonderfully painful need building up and twisting between her legs. The feel of him in her hand, soft skin over his hot, firm and thick self, the sounds of their breathing---HIS VOICE! Which was always slightly deeper in times like this--his smell! Oh shit his smell! As he nipped her lips she left out a needy whimper, but he was already taking care of things!

His fingers moved her dress up and touched her, causing her breath to leave her in a deep sound. They had done this countless times before. Her bed, his friend's bed, his bed (ouch), closets, on the ground, in tents, with others--and sometimes it had a slow build, but this time . . . there was no waiting! She needed him now! He turned her so her back was to the pole, and Roma looked over his shoulder at the door as he pushed into her, causing her eyes to unfocuse as he stretched her. Her hands pressed into his sweaty skin, and she didn't even care if someone walked in on them! Hell! Maybe they'd join! Her hands moved over his skin to his neck and up to cup his face. She forced her eyes to meet his, while he moved inside her. Her mouth took his in a needy kiss, she she felt her body growing tighter around him, and wetting. No one did this to her like he did! No one took her as high, or felt as good!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Damn she felt good. But then again, she always had. Roma was his most frequent partner when it came to this . . . physical intimacy. Hell if things had been different, she could very well have been his girlfriend and he her boyfriend. But such was not a luxury he could afford himself. He knew he had hurt her in the past, but it had been necessary. Right now, none of the complexities of their relationship entered his mind.

He was too distracted with his need for her. With the warmth that filled his body as he was inside of her, feeling complete once more. He didn't take too much time to just remain idle inside of her until he pushed into her again. His mouth moved against hers, his hand slipped under her dress more to touch whatever skin of her upper body he could access. He thrust into her again, and again, muffled and breathy pants in sync in each push of his hips.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that there was a risk of getting caught; that someone could come in at any moment and interrupt them. Which was what made him start to build a steady enough rhythm to move quicker and quicker inside of her. The need to breath forced his lips away from hers, though hardly strayed far as he pressed against her cheek instead, his forehead half against hers as he felt his body grow more heated from their actions.

[Roma Bragg]

Roma felt his hands moved under her dress, and she attempted to square her shoulders in effort to push herself more into his hands, wanting his touch all over her. However with what little balance she had, she lost while she tried, and in the end she had just submit under his control to where and how he wanted to touch her. He was picking up speed, and she could feel the effects of it taking her control from her own body! It was too much, and not enough in the same breath!

Be broke the kiss, and pressed his face into her's, and she took the chance to try to pull in enough air to keep herself from finishing embarrassingly fast! Her hand moved into his damp hair, and she tightened her fingers around his curly locks! When she came, she cried out his name uncaring of who might be in the hall to over hear them! She didn't care about the dress, or being found, or anything other then Bellamy's sweat covered body pressing into her's and making her come undone around him. Her hand that wasn't in his hair, moved over his shoulder blade and held on there, as her head fell back! Slowly she began falling from the high he had taken her on!

Her fingers slowly loosened their grip over him, and moved to his shoulders, were she moved them in a slow manner of his skin. When her eyes finally met his, she grinned, "Hey," It had taken her awhile to get it out, but she was greeting him now! She laughed at her own joke, before her face took on a wide eyed shock look, "MY DRESS!" She gasped, looking down at it, in horror! It was covered in his sweat! Looking back up at him, she couldn't summon anger over it right not--not after being so pleased!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

There was no need to draw this out. The two of them were clearly in desperate need; having to scratch that itch. Sate that craving. And fortunately, it didn't take long to do it. He loved feeling the way her body trembled under his touch. The way she made such pleasure course through him. The manner in which she cried out his name in the height of pleasure. He hadn't been long to follow finding his own release, with just a couple more thrusts, he let out a deep grunt of satisfaction, somewhat leaning against her as he basked in the euphoric aftermath of their actions.

It was her words that snapped him out of it, firstly engaging in the greeting he had teasingly told her she lacked earlier, and then an exclamation about her dress. A slight smirk formed on his expression as he was finally able to pull himself from the sea of ecstasy she had thrown him into. "Lucky we didn't rip it," he teased her, though not entirely kidding with how easy it was to lose control. He wasn't overly fussed about clothes, or her clothes . . . but he knew she was.

She often took pride in the way she looked, which wasn't a bad thing. It was just . . . a thing. Something that made up Roma and clearly, Bellamy had no complaints about that. "And hey to you too," he said a bit playfully, leaning toward her for another kiss, letting the moment linger for a few moments before easing out of it. He reached down to fasten his pants once more, knowing that they couldn't stay here for much longer. Especially with the possibility of being heard by someone who wasn't too far.

[Roma Bragg]

"Lucky we didn't rip it," Be teased her, and Roma gave him a half playful glare, as if to warn him against even trying. She was still too pleased with him to give him anything but a playful glare. Still, the damage was done as the dress would be covered with his sweat and smells of sex. Her legs finally touched the ground, and she took a moment to make sure they were steady before looking back up at him. "And hey to you too," He teased before kissing her again. Roma smiled through parts of it, while her hands tangled into his damp curls, before he pulled away. Her eyes lowered to watch him tuck himself into his pants, and fasten them up.

Fluffing out her dress she smiled a satisfied smile before brushing her hands over her dress. Perhaps it had been the time on the ground that made her more inclined to not freak out over the dress, or perhaps he had just screwed her senseless. Either way she stretched her arms down, before reaching to playfully tug on his pants. "I need to change clothes now, but I should shower first or I will smell like you all day." Showers were one of her favorite rooms. "You could use one too." Since he was sweaty and . . . hot. "Maybe we could save some water?" Roma didn't care about the water levels, she just liked the excuse. Her fingers tucked into his pants and she used the fact that she couldn't pull him unless he let her to her advantage, and pulled herself closer to him. She liked it here! Tucked into his arms, and safe from the world. Even on the Ark it had been her favorite place. Which was what had gotten her into trouble.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

A faint smirk re-emerged on Bellamy's face at her remark about smelling like him, then followed by the idea of a shower. Not only that, but the notion of a shared one . . . that sounded extremely tempting right now. More so when she tucked her fingers into his pants, pulling herself toward him. His eyes looked intently at her face, running his tongue over his lips as the seemingly never wavering desire ran through him once more. "How considerate of you," he teased, his hands moved to either side of her waist, somewhat wrapping his arms around her.

"To think of water conservation," he added on in the same teasing voice. He leaned toward her, lightly kissing her lips once again, wishing he could savor the taste forever as it was something he often craved. Funny, how he always found himself back with Roma more often compared to the rest of the delinquents, or anyone he had been with on the Ark. Drawing out of the kiss, he directly answered her quesiton. "Lead the way. Cause a shower sounds pretty damn good right now." Not only because he was in dire need for one considering his current state. The thought of sharing one with her was far too enticing an offer to pass. But then, she most probably knew that.

[Roma Bragg]

Roma was in one of the best highs of her life after coming from stolen 'times' with Bellamy. She couldn't even recall why she had sought him out! Best idea ever! He was kissing her again, which distracted her from any thoughts of even trying to remember why she was looking for him. He suggested she led the way and she smiled at him. "Maybe I like it when you led the way," She teased him, "The view is so good!" And it was! The man had an ass on him that she would follow anywhere! Maybe it was vein of her, but she didn't care! She liked her men sexy, and she wanted them to think of her in the same way!

Bellamy had always been the one she was drawn too more then the others. Ever since he got her into that dance, she had always been drawn to him. He'd been a few of her firsts, and she had been at least one of his. She knew this wasn't a relationship, but honestly he could not call it whatever he wanted as long as they had their fun! Moving from him, she grasped his hands and took a few steps away to begin pulling him. Once he walked with her she fell into her accustomed place beside him. "Can I wash your hair?" She asked with a tease, as even on the Ark she had loved touching his hair and washing it.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He couldn't tell if her words were pure teasing, or whether there was some truth in them. Either way, his light smirk remained as he reached over for his shirt. He'd removed it prior to starting his exercise, so it was still fairly clean. And he wasn't going to dirty it not so just casually draped it over his shoulder while moving alongside her toward the showers. She then asked him a question that caused him to slightly raise an eyebrow. Though not with judgment or reluctance.

"Why, you want me to wash yours for you?" He teased again, knowing that she was quite particular about her hair. He still recalled her remark at the dropship camp, eager for some shampoo. She took pride in her hair, which was perfectly fine. But it was also why he had offered this playful and teasing remark in regards to it. "Yours might take longer to do," he joked, though it was true. Hers was a lot longer than his own. "But hey, if you want to . . . go for it." He wans't too fussed about that. Besides, he was fairly certain he'd be more preoccupied with the nude, wet woman before him to even care about his hair or the practicality of a shower.

[Roma Bragg]

"Why, you want me to wash yours for you?" he teased, and Roma looked up at him with eyes wide as she clearly mentally attempted to find a polite way to back track! What if he didn't get it all out, or didn't rub it into her scalp?! What if he missed a spot?! She couldn't leave that in it would do damage! After he spoke again she relaxed, seeming to understand he was teasing--she hoped. Roma hadn't grown that much! "But hey, if you want to . . . go for it." He allowed, and she smiled brightly.

While she might be high maintenance, she wasn't hard to please! She had never asked for grand gestures, or promises. She had never asked for gifts, or things he couldn't give. Roma just wanted his time and attention, and when she got it she lit up! "Oh, I have other places I would rather you wash!" She teased back, as she walked along with him. When they got to the changing room, she pulled off her shoes, and sat them on a bench. She loved shoes! They were so pretty and she wasn't going to get these wet!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Other places to wash. Oh well, damn. That sounded pretty intriguing. Bellamy sure as hell wasn't going to complain about that. He moved along with her to the lock room, where she proceeded to sit down and take off her shoes. Bellamy did a quick search of the vicinity, making sure that there was no one else around. It was late. and this place didn't seem to have a lot of lurkers who wandered about. Just them apparently. Once the area was clear, he sat down on the bench and started to remove his boots, setting them neatly to the side.

"Why were you wandering around tonight?" He asked, his question not an attempt to make small talk, but rather, curious as to why she hadn't been in her room. She had happened to come across him in the exercise room, but had she been actively looking for him, or someone else? Or had something happened? He was still wary of this place so perhaps that was where his question had come from . . . and all he could hope was that it didn't spoil the mood that had brought them here to this particular area. If it did, well, perhaps he may have to find a way to remedy that.

[Roma Bragg]

How cute. Earth Skills. As if I will ever need to know any of that. We aren't going to Earth for another hundred years, so me learning some pointless tricks on how to make fire is only wasting my time, and I have more important people to do.

Roma

Roma took another moment to admire her clothing in the mirror before turning to drop it on the bench. He had done a number on it in the gym, but she was feeling too well pleased to be angry over it just yet--besides, here they offered her lots of clothes! They loved them and welcomed them here! Bellamy spoke up and she turned to look at him. "I don't think I remember." She teased, walking toward him naked. "If you are already thinking, then clearly I didn't do as good as i had thought."

If she had remembered then she might have remembered that she was angry at him. That he was ruining things for her here. That she had been going to make him stop. Instead, she stood between his knees, and ran her finger through his hair, pulling it back so she could look into his face before leaning down to kiss him. "Stop thinking," She playfully demanded, wanting to be the center of his attention right now, "It's a bit insulting when I am standing here like this." And Roma Bragg did not like being insulted. She reached for his clothes and started helping him undress. Yes! He needed a shower, and she wanted to wast her hair--and his hair! Win-win!

Then again, maybe she did remember a little bit of what she wanted from him--because as long as he was in here, he wasn't out there.

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