Blast from the Past

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Nina Eaton

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She told him that he dind't know what was good for her . . . and that he didn't have a right to say what was. He knew that he wasn't good for her, or anyone. His possible need to leave reinforced that. But right now, it was about them. Then again, he supposed that was all there was to it. He couldn't tell her that they could be together down here. He couldn't tell her that things would be the same as they were on the Ark. He could only tell her that it wouldn't be able to happen. With her words that held a sort of finality to them, Bellamy reached for the folded up tent, scrunched into a small package that would need to be opened. He grabbed a few of the small wood stakes that were needed to keep it in place, and tossed the supplies at her feet.

"See you around," he said bluntly, before putting his hands in his pockets, and walking out of the dropship, leaving her with what she would need to get the tent started. The rest of the day was just getting things in order at camp. Clarke was pissed at him -- big damn surprise. As was the new girl, Raven. She seemed smart, but she wasn't able to fix the radio. Eventually when night fell, Bellamy retired to his tent, the day and everything else taking a bit of a toll on him. He didn't even bother to seek anyone out. Instead, he began to take off his jacket, folding it neatly to the side. Sitting on the edge of his bedding, he pulled off his shoes, and then his shirt. Putting his ax and blades next to his bed as well, needing to keep it close just in case.

With that, he slipped under the blanket and closed his eyes. Sleep didn't take an immediate effect on him, but he was slowly drifting. it wasn't until he heard the flap to his tent open, that he woke up. Though kept his eyes closed for just a few more moments, before abruptly sitting in an upright position and reaching for his dagger. He stopped midway when he saw who was standing over him. "What the hell are you doing in here?" He asked, looking up at Nina as hish shoulders relaxed. Had it been someone else, he may have worried that something was wrong at the camp . . . but the fact that it was her, well, he was getting a bit of a different vibe as to why she was here, in his tent.

[Nina Eaton]

She wasn't getting anywhere with him and she knew that. None of her words were really having the desired effect and she wondered if anything she said would do anything. But she also didn't expect for her words to make him bring that wall down and have him tell her that he still cared. She knew that wasn't going to happen. Again, Nina doubted that he even cared. Whether or not he had cared about her up on the Ark was one thing, but it was abundantly clear that he no longer cared about her. She knew things would never be the same between them. She wasn't asking for things to go back to the way they were. Nina didn't know who Bellamy had become down here but she cared about him all the same. She felt the urgent need to be there for him but ignored it, pushing it down into the darkest corner of her mind. Nina knew she couldn't run around trying to care for someone who didn't even want to give her the time of day.

The supplies were tossed at her feet and she looked up to see him leaving the dropship. Apparently he was done with the conversation. Nina mumbled under her breath about how well it had gone, sarcasm dripping into every word. She picked up the supplies and set out to put the tent up and do whatever else needed to be done. The rest of the day was filled with her doing little things, anything she could do to help. She often went to Clarke to see what could be done, not wanting to go near Bellamy again. A few times she had gone into the dropship to find Clarke hovering over Raven and she realized that the girl was not able to fix the radio. Nina frowned, knowing that people were about to die because they had been unable to tell the Ark that all the kids were still alive.

Later that night, Nina laid in her tent, staring at the ceiling. She still couldn't believe she was on Earth. Eventually she had been able to dismiss the eldest Blake sibling from her mind and she had been given the chance to actually enjoy the atmosphere. Everything was beautiful and she reveled in the fresh air. Sure, it could have been filled with radiation but it was clear that it wasn't going to kill any of them. Sitting up, Nina felt the urge to go for a walk. She wasn't falling asleep anytime soon. She had too much on her mind. She left her tent and saw that most of the kids were already asleep or retired for the night, with the exception of a few who lingered around a fire. She could see people standing watch at different posts on the wall, but even some of them looked like they had fallen asleep.

It wasn't until she passed by Bellamy's tent that she found herself moving the flap aside and going into it. She saw his body tense and while he didn't move, she knew he was awake. Although, she knew she wouldn't have cared about waking him up anyway. She had to do this. She had to get this out of her system or she was going to drive herself insane. If he didn't care about her, then fine. Nina would adjust, just like the did on the Ark when he was no longer in her life. Sitting on the edge of his bed, she watched as he sat up, asking her what the hell she was doing. Part of her told her to leave, that this wasn't going to help anything. But the other part told her that she had to do this. She had to at least try.

"Shut up," she mumbled before reaching forward and grabbing his face and crushing her lips to his. She forgot how much she loved kissing him and before he could reject her, she pulled away and pressed her forehead against his. "Just let me get this out of my system," she said before pressing her lips against his again.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Nina Eaton

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's question was met with her telling him to shut up. But it was more the actions than words that made him do just that. She pulled his face forward, crashing her lips against his own. He barely moved, the unexpected embrace leaving him motionless. She eased out of it, keeping a close proximity before telling him that she needed to get it out of her system. That, was something he could understand. Seeing her again had of course brought forth all sorts of emotions that he had long since brushed aside.

Because he had to. Because it was what was best for her. And he full well knew this was a bad idea. That this could just further complicate things. But it seemed his rationality was trumped by desire, for when she kissed him again, he responded. He should pull away. He should remind her that nothing could happen between them. He should tell her to get out. But none of those things happened.

Instead, he deepened the kiss, breathing into it with fervent desire. Coaxing her mouth open with his own so that he could slip his tongue between her lips and explore her; drink in that familiar taste that he had been deprived of for too damn long. His hands went to the bottom of her shirt, already starting to pull it over her head which forced the contact of their lips to break, but only for a brief moment as he tossed her shirt carelessly to the side and hungrily kissed her once more.

[Nina Eaton]

He didn't push her away and she figured that was a good sign. His reaction to her second kiss only encouraged her, pushing her forward in her conquest. Nina felt herself melting into the kiss, one of her hands going to the nape of his neck, fingers twirling around his dark curls. She parted her mouth, giving him access and immediately feeling his tongue gliding across her own. Everything fell into a rhythm and she felt herself falling back into how things used to be between them. They had done this so many times that it didn't surprise Nina that it came naturally to her now, even after a year. 

Goosebumps rose on her skin when she felt his fingers playing with the hem of her shirt, his skin touching her own. She made no effort to stop him and easily complied with helping to lift the piece of fabric off her body, having it tossed carelessly onto the floor. Their lips didn't stay apart long, for as soon as her shirt had been discarded he had crushed his lips against hers again. Nina worked her own hands down his torso, slipping under his shirt so she could touch his toned stomach. Nina had always preferred Bellamy shirtless, and this instance was no different. She moved the fabric up his body, willing it to come off without them having to break apart. But she reluctantly pulled away so she could finish taking his shirt off. Not wanting to waste the moment, she stood and swung one of her legs over, repositioning herself so that she was now straddling his waist.

Nina ran a hand over his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of her skin finally coming into contact with his. Knowing that Bellamy was a dominant man, as were most, she used her tongue to fight for dominance over the kiss. Nina hoped that it would have the desired effect, riling him up enough to her satisfaction. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Nina Eaton

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Engrossed in the kiss, he felt her reposition herself, now sitting astride him as he shifted to allow the ease of position. One hand slid up her thigh, over the fabric of her pants, while his other hand moved up her bare back, feeling the softness of her skin before it rested on the back of her head, pressing her more closely against his lips. Rationality was hastily escaping his thoughts; hell, he wasn't thinking about anything in this moment. Just feeling. Which, wasn't often a rarity for the male Blake sibling.

He was often emotional, which was both a strength and weakness. Right now though, he was just thinking of base desire. Of letting themselves be with each other physically -- though it would undoubtedly have emotional repercussions as well. But, that would be something they concerned themselves with in the morning. Not right now. Both hands fell between them as he started to unfasten her pants. Once they were open, he began to tug them down, gently nipping her lip as if to non verbally encouraged her to help in the removal of them . . . since she was straddling him and it would require her body to slightly lift.

[Nina Eaton]

She groaned into the kiss when she felt his hands slip in between them to work on the buttons of her pants. It didn't take him long and she understood his gestures, wanting her to help him finish the job given her difficult position. She lifted herself up and worked on bringing the pants down her thighs and further down until they were finally pulled off and tossed on the ground to join the rest of their discarded clothing. With her pants out of the way, she moved to straddle his waist again and wrapped her arms around his neck, devouring his lips with her own. She pulled him close, as close as two people could probably be, and wound one of her hands into his hair. 

While her lips worked against his, it was her turn for her hands to travel beneath them and unbutton his pants, pushing the fabric down as far as she could with him sitting in his current position. Nina pressed her free hand against his chest, urging him to lower himself onto the bed. She allowed her body to fall with his and she used her new position to push his pants down even further. Nina began to pepper kisses along his jaw through her labored breathing and eventually her lips found their way to the spot between his neck and shoulder; her favorite resting place. For a moment she allowed her lips to kiss and suck at the skin before returning to his own lips. Pulling away, she sat up and her hands quickly made their way to her back, unlatching her bra and tossing it aside. Deciding that her lips had been away from his for far too long, she leaned back down to connect them.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Nina Eaton

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Once her pants were pulled down and removed in their entirety, she set to work on his own pants. He was too preoccupied with moving his mouth against his, and feeling her bare skin to pay much attention to it . . . but once they were open and down, he felt the immediate relief, free of constraints. His arousal required that, and of course more urgently required her. He moved in the direction she leaned him to, until his back was resting against the bedding, looking up at her, eyes lingering over her before closing them, basking in the feeling of her mouth moving along his skin, kissing him, tasting him, sucking him.

He let out a groan of pleasure, his hand moving to the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair as further encouragement. When she moved up, she proceeded to remove her bra, Bellamy's tongue running over his bottom lip as he watched through heavily lidded eyes, glossed over with desire and need. He didn't stare for long, feeling the immediate deprivation of their skin to skin contact.

Fortunately, she took care of that, leaning back down, as his lips hungrily went to hers, her now fully bare chest pressed against his own a wonderful feeling. His hand fell to her center, slipping through the fabric of her underwear, skimming along the outer folds of her wall before he slowly slipping a finger inside of her, pressing against the pressure point of pleasure to further build her need. While this may have started with lustful passion, and consuming need . . . didn't mean that Bellamy couldn't tease her a little.

[Nina Eaton]

The skin to skin contact was absolutely intoxicating and Nina felt like she couldn't even think. But that had always been the good thing about being with Bellamy. When they were like this, she didn't need to think. She hadn't even realized his hand had snuck between them again until she felt it pushing at the last piece of fabric on her body. Nina gasped at the contact, her mouth going wide and she ended up biting his bottom lip slightly. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders when he pressed against the bundle of nerves at her center and she found herself grinding her hips down against his touch. She needed more friction. She needed more of him. 

Nina could feel his arousal through his underwear and she moved herself slightly so that she was almost hovering over him. Desiring more friction, she moved against him while also enjoying the feeling of his fingers. Her foggy thoughts were beginning to make her lose control, something she wasn't quite fond of.  But she also knew what came with losing control and it was so tempting to give in. She craved the curl-your-toes feeling that Bellamy had begun and she connected their lips again, rocking her hips against his hand.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Nina Eaton

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt the nip at his lip, the way her fingers dug into his skin. It only added to the intensity of pleasure that was coursing through him right now . . . her body's reaction to his touch, making him even more turned on. She angled herself perfectly above him, pressing against his arousal, while rocking her hips to enjoy his finger that was currently probing inside of her. Bellamy pulled his lips from hers, moving to her neck where he teased her skin between his teeth, his finger pressing harder, moving a little faster . . . but not wanting for her to reach that peak. Not yet.

So he abruptly ceased his actions, pulling it out from inside of her. He would have smirked had he not been occupying his lips against the skin of her neck. His hands moved to his underwear, pulling it as far down as he could from this angle, before trying to pull hers down as well, once again, needing her to assist with that so he could get proper access to her. "I almost forgot how damn good you feel," he groaned against her skin, a tease in his voice. He was enjoying building up the moment, but also needed to take off that edge. That aching need that was intensifying.

[Nina Eaton]

Angling her neck to give him better access, her breathing became more shallow as his fingers picked up speed. She felt a small coil begin to tighten in her abdomen but it quickly went away when he removed his fingers. She would have complained if she didn't already know that was probably what he wanted. Any sort of retribution she had in mind disappeared when she noticed that his hands were pushing his underwear down as far as he could with her on top of him. He pushed at hers and she quickly maneuvered herself so she could pull them off completely, tossing them onto the floor. She moved his down the rest of the way, pulling them off his ankles and discarding them to an unknown location.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips and she tilted her head to the side. She wasn't sure if she was flattered by his comment or offended. Nina wasn't under the impression that he hadn't slept with anyone since her. He was attractive and was fairly flirty, at least that's what Nina thought. Taking a small moment to return his teasing, she hovered over him, aligning him with her entrance. She moved slightly so he wasn't quite entering but he was still touching her. She let out a soft moan at the small amount of contact and once she decided she couldn't stand it anymore, she sunk down onto him. Nina swore and kept still for a moment, allowing herself to adjust to him before she began to move again.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Nina Eaton

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was glad that they had finally divested themselves of their clothing, now able to fully feel her alluring body over his. Feel the softness and warmth of her skin without the hindrance of fabric. He groaned when she seemed to tease him in return, allowing his tip to just barley touch her center . . . but fortunately, she didn't drag it out for long. Bellamy fought the urge to flip them so he could just push into her.

But she sunk down onto him, and Bellamy pushed his hips upward so delve deeper into her. He sharply inhaled from the surge of pleasure, the feeling of warmth that engulfed his cock by her tightened center. He let a few moments pass, giving her the chance to adjust to his size and feeling of him inside of her.

She granted herself the same. So when she started moving, Bellamy took that as acknowledgement that she was ready. And he wasn't going to lie here idly. He groaned once again, thrusting upward in one drawn out motion, his head sinking back against the pillow. His hands went to either side of the cheeks of her behind, gently squeezing them before pressing her down, simultaneously thrusting up, moving her with each of his motions inside her.

[Nina Eaton]

She gasped when he moved his hips upwards, pushing himself further into her. Her hands found their way onto his chest so she could steady herself as she continued to grind herself down on him, moving her hips in a slow rhythm at first, still attempting to get used to his size. His hands on her backside, pushing her down onto him caused a moan to escape her lips. She didn't even care if people could hear them. This moment was about her and Bellamy and she wasn't going to let anyone ruin it. Nina continued to thrust her hips down, meeting his own thrusts with every turn. They soon began to get a rhythm going and Nina began to speed up her movements, finally used to his size. 

A thin layer of sweat began to form on her body as she continued to move against him, pushing him as deep into her as she could. She clenched her walls around him a few times, doing so while she still had a small amount of focus. Faster. Harder. Nina began to feel the coil begin to tighten in her stomach again; the feeling that Bellamy had stirred in her moments ago was finally returning and she wasn't going to let this one go. Leaning back slightly, it gave Bellamy a whole new angle to hit her spot that no one but him had ever hit before. They knew how their bodies moved together which she was thankful for. It was this sort of feeling that she had been craving and she wasn't sure if she would be able to take one last hit of his intoxicating demeanor.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Nina Eaton

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The rhythm she started to create was perfect. Falling into sync as their bodies moved steadily against one another. Though, it had never been any other way between them. It had never felt clumsy or uncomfortable. And the fact that they still held that ability to stay so perfectly in sync even after a year, was incredible. But Bellamy wasn't over thinking anything right now. Too consumed with the pleasure erupting within him. The drive to reach that peak of utter euphoria, and wanting her to reach it as well of course.

The sounds that escaped her were music to his ears and only made him move faster, harder, more purposefully. She gripped him with a tight hold that was perfect, her earlier wetness allowing him to move in and out with ease, not needing to be wary of it. Bellamy moved to sit up, using his arm to brace himself as he continued to thrust inside of her. He hoisted her up slightly, his lips latching onto her breast as he suckled her hungrily, groaning with pleasure amidst the action. One hand skimmed up her back, caressing her soft skin, feeling himself throbbing within her, signaling that he was close.

[Nina Eaton]

She seemed to get a positive reaction from him after she had clenched herself around him a few times. Nina met his enthusiastic thrusts and tilted her head back for a moment, opening up her airways to get more air. Her breathing was already labored and she found her breaths becoming more shallow as the coil continued to tighten in her stomach. She gasped at his new position, wrapping an arm around his neck once he sat up. His thrusts didn't even appear to falter and she continued to meet them. Nina's head fell back as his mouth latched onto her. The sensitive bud in his mouth only heightened her pleasure and she felt like she was going to fall over the edge very soon.

His hand traveled up her back and she got slight goosebumps from his touch. The new position was allowing Bellamy to hit her spot and she let out a moan at the sensation. Nina continued to move against him, making sure to keep that angle so that he would continue to hit where she needed him to. She felt him twitch inside of her and she knew that he was close. Knowing that he was as close as her almost put her over the edge and she felt like she was being dangled over, an orgasm taunting her. But one more thrust sent her over and she felt her body release everything. She clutched onto Bellamy and rode out her orgasm, her body producing small spasms as every muscle inside of her clenched and unclenched around him. "Oh my god, Bellamy," Nina muttered as she continued to come down from her high.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Nina Eaton

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

With each thrust, Bellamy was closer and closer to his release. He could feel Nina's body clenching as well, his familiarity with her -- and hers with him -- allowing the other to know when they were close. Breathy grunts muffled by where his lips currently where. Small beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the vigor of their actions. He released her breast, shifting over to her neglected nipple on her twin as he took it into his mouth, teasing the hardened tip between his teeth, and soothing it with his tongue.

Lingering in this position for a few more moments, Bellamy finally unlatched himself, knowing he was too close. With one final thrust, and a sound of pleasure, his orgasm erupted, spilling himself deep within Nina. And he had felt her own peak of ecstasy at the same time . . . which just made it feel even more amazing. Basking in the aftermath of it, Bellamy relaxed his shoulders, his head falling against Nina's shoulder as he focused on breathing, his chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath.

Her words playing over in his mind, as he tried to vocalize the feeling, but to no avail. He instead just kissed along her shoulder, before falling onto his back once more, taking her with him so that she was lying on top of him. Holding his partner after was something that he often enjoyed. On the Ark, he had never been able to spend the entire night with anyone -- due to his responsibilities at home -- bit fortunately, down here, he didn't have to worry about that. His hand moved over Nina's back, caressing it in a soothing manner while he just breathed against her, still not withdrawing himself from her center.