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Jackson's smile widened just a little when Bellamy revealed that he'd named his sister. So young Bellamy had liked to imagine himself as a Roman Emperor. It was a sweet thought, but Jackson could see that Bellamy was struggling a little bit with this answer, from the way he's dropped his gaze before answering. The smile didn't last long on Jackson's face. It made sense. Jackson had seen how badly affected Bellamy had been by his mother's death on the Ark, and now... after what Octavia had done to Bellamy... Jackson wanted to now more about Bellamy's life growing up, how he'd managed to hide his sister so long, how they'd lived. But maybe those subjects would have to wait.

"History," he said, adding in a teasing tone, "And people called me a nerd." He gave Bellamy a teasing smile and took another bite of his food, hoping his tease would lighten the mood a bit.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy appreciated Jackson's words, causing the mood to stay light and preventing Bellamy's mind from drifting too far away into the painful past and situation with his family. A small smile formed on his lips as he looked at his partner. "Your job itself shows that you're an intellect," Bellamy began to say, a tease in his voice but his words were not without truth.

"Mine doesn't." He still recalled when Clarke felt the need to explain who Oppenheimer was. Or when Raven made a jab at him rhetorically questioning his janitor status on the Ark. "I can hide it better," he added on more teasingly, as his expression held a smirk, taking another bite of his food. "Though I bet a lot of people don't know you like poetry," he added on without judgment, but playful teasing. As if he was going to broadcast that information, which of course he wasn't. Besides, there was nothing wrong with it at all. Bellamy actually found it quite endearing.

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Jackson nodded as Bellamy spoke, smiling faintly. It was true that you might never guess Bellamy was a little nerdy just by looking at him. If someone was shallow enough, they might even judge Bellamy by his body and assume he was vain and maybe not too deep. Jackson hadn't been sure what to expect when he'd found Bellamy on the basketball court the night they met. Maybe he'd expected a jock cadet, but Bellamy had proved him wrong pretty quickly.

"I bet they don't," Jackson agreed. "I have no shame," he added, though he knew that certain people might judge someone who liked poetry to be soft. He didn't care, though. Some people already assumed that of Jackson anyway, given he was generally mild-mannered and wasn't out in the line of fire often. Only people who knew him well knew just how stubborn and willing to push back he was when it mattered.

After a moment, he leaned in to kiss Bellamy again. He could learn to live with this peaceful contentment they had in this room right now. "Tell me something else about you," he said when he pulled back. "Something I don't know."

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy continued to smile when Jackson stated that he had no shame. "You shouldn't," he immediately agreed. "I like that you're into it." Maybe one day he would get him to read some, or recite some. The thought of it alone was quite beautiful. This whole night felt incredible. Their first night in Arkadia as a committed couple, and it was the best way to spend it. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. Allowing themselves to get to know each other, the small things that they never really had time to discuss before. Nor the ability due to their non committal state. But now, they had the rest of their lives -- however long that would be.

Bellamy closed his eyes, breathing into the kiss, swimming in sea of joy it brought him. Slowly opening his eyes when Jackson pulled away, the smile practically immediately forming on his lips once more. Jackson then asked him to tell him something about himself. Something that he didn't know. It made Bellamy pause in thought for a moment, trying to pick something that would be of remote interest to Jackson.

"My favorite color is blue," he said with a slight chuckle at the casual fact. Nothing intense. Nothing with a tainted background. It almost sounded amusingly ridiculous at how . . . innocent the revelation was, considering everything else he had done. He leaned closer to Jackson, placing a light kiss on his chest before gently caressing it with his hand. "Tell me something about you," he returned, curious to get to know more about the man.

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Jackson smiled at the answer of Bellamy's favorite color. It was such a simple thing. It didn't have any baggage. It just was. When Bellamy moved closer to kiss his chest, Jackson nested his face into Bellamy's still-damp curls. "Mine's green," he murmured into Bellamy's hair. He wished he had more time to appreciate how green Earth was, at least their part of it, but that was another conversation.

Jackson tried to think of another simple fact about himself, something light. After a moment, he chuckled and leaned his head back against the headboard. "I know a few magic tricks," he said, a little sheepish. "Or at least I used to. I haven't tried any of those tricks in a long time." He'd been good at them for a wile, though. Occasionally he'd used them on the Ark when treating children to help relax them. Since Project Exodus started, though, he hadn't had as much time to spend with each patient.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Green. Another mental note that Bellamy made sure to remember, wanting to keep track of things that Jackson liked. Wanting to learn every possible detail of his partner. Bellamy waited eagerly to hear what Jackson was going to share with him, the chuckle further intriguing him. And when he revealed what it was, it was matched a smile on Bellamy's lips. Magic tricks. Something else he wouldn't have expected but once again, found charming.

"Really?" He asked, his voice displaying the intrigue he felt over the thought of Jackson doing magic tricks. "Can you do one right now?" He asked with an unwavering smile on his lips. "Or do you need to have a bunch of props?" He further teased, curious to see what he could do, and if he needed anything to do it. "Did you have a name? Like, The Amazing Jackson?" Another tease, one that caused Bellamy to smile with amusement over the thought.

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Bellamy's interest and teasing actually made Jackson laugh, not just chuckle. It felt incredible to be able to laugh. He wasn't sure he'd genuinely laughed for a very long time. He bit his lower lip as his laughter started to die down, grinning at Bellamy, and then couldn't stop himself from pulling Bellamy to him for a hungry kiss, his fingers sipping into Bellamy's hair. He wasn't trying to get them worked up again, but he wasn't sure how else to express how he felt right now. Unreasonably happy and thankful for Bellamy.

He was still smiling when he pulled away, though he felt a little sheepish suddenly. He shouldn't be so happy. Not with everything that had happened. "I didn't set up a stand and perform for people, Bellamy," he said, still smiling in spite of himself. "If I had a coin, I could do one," he added. "I used to keep one in my pocket on the Ark in case of children who were nervous about doctors. Abby used to give those kids to me on purpose." Abby was a great doctor, but she didn't have the same bedside manor as Jackson at all.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy loved the sound of Jackson's laughter. To hear the light hearted, unguarded reaction was truly a beautiful thing, and made his own smile broaden. Jackson proved how possible it was to shut out the rest of the world; to ignore everything for these stolen moments and just be able to smile. In a world that Bellamy had never thought it possible to be happy . . . Jackson had certainly changed his perspective. When he pulled him forward for a kiss, Bellamy instantly responded with the same eagerness, deepening it as his hand glided along Jackson's cheek. Though he pulled away from the kiss, Bellamy remained close, not wanting to stray too far as the thought of kissing him again was hardly far from his mind.

But he was also curious as to hear more about his magic tricks -- and the potential to see one. And his response made him even more incredible in Bellamy's eyes. To hear that he did this to help ease the worry of the children . . . it warmed his heart. Bellamy smiled, listening to the explanation, envisioning it. "And it's good she did. They must have loved you." And appreciated his efforts. The Ark could be a scary place for many. To have someone in a professional field help ease the mood . . . well, that was certainly something. Bellamy leaned forward, kissing along Jackson's cheek before pulling away. "You really are something," he said with a soft smile. His words not meant to be suggestive, but rather, genuinely appreciating Jackson for who he was. For his nurturing ways. For, just him being him.

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Some of the kids had loved it. Some were even excited to see Doctor Jackson again after that. A few kids seemed baffled by it, but it at east got their attention away from scary needles and the grown man they barely knew poking and prodding them and asking them questions. Jackson let his eyes flutter shut as Bellamy kissed his cheek, and when Bellamy spoke again, Jackson felt the oddest urge to cry. This moment was so beautiful, and Bellamy's words of appreciation were so good to hear, almost to the point it hurt.

"I'm glad you think so," he whispered after a moment, because he knew if he spoke, there would be so much emotion in his voice. He opened his eyes to look at Bellamy, smiling faintly. He didn't deserve this. But he wanted it. He glanced at his plate, and then set it to the side, realized he'd finished and he wasn't sure when. "Whenever you're ready to get more comfortable and join me under the covers, I am."

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy seemed to also realize in that moment that he too finished his food. He'd ate the entire plate without realizing it. Setting the dishes on the table, he returned to the edge of the bed, pulling off his shoes, shirt and pants to get more comfortable. There was less, uncertainty about that now. Less, insecurity about how intimate they could let themselves be. Folding up his clothes he set them on the side and moved to lie next to Jackson, moving under the covers and resting next to him.

He leaned toward him to kiss his lips, working his way down his neck and then moving to his chest, where he placed a lingering kiss over his heart. Prolonging the contact of his lips against his skin, closing his eyes for a moment to feel the steady beating of it. A heart that was so strong, and one that Bellamy had the privilege of getting to know. He repositioned himself, his head nesting against Jackson's shoulder as one arm draped around him. "Thank you." His voice was thick with sincerity. Because as he said before, he would never take this man for granted. And for everything he had given him, Bellamy was utterly grateful. Undeserving, unworthy of it . . . but damn well grateful.

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Jackson sucked in a slow breath as Bellamy started kissing him from his lips down to his chest, stopping to linger over his heart. He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath at how good it felt, feeling the threat of tears yet again. They'd just talked about Leaves of Grass, and it felt like one of Jackson's favorite lines from 'Song of Myself' had come to life.

"And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart..."

He didn't deserve it. But When Bellamy settled against him again, Jackson wrapped him tightly in his arms. "Thank you."

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