Through The Looking Glass

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was comfortable. Incredibly comfortable. He was currently in bed, cuddled with . . . well, his girlfriend. He never thought the day would come where he would be able to have a partner. To actually be with someone. But the circumstances on the ground -- particularly Mount Weather -- had altered a lot of things. Roma had been someone he was with on the Ark. At least physically, and when they got emotionally close . . . he had pushed her away. Now though, they were as together as they could be. And Bellamy found that it was her alone that had saved his life. His soul. His heart. He would always believe he was undeserving of anyone's affection or any semblance of happiness . . . but he lacked the strength to fight it. He cared for her too much, and wanted to be what he couldn't allow himself to be on the Ark.

Turning his head a little, he placed a light kiss on her forehead before moving his arm that was wrapped around her. He loved the casual point their relationship had come to. The ease in which they spent the night together, woke up together, and found what time they could during the day to spend those stolen moments together. He reached over to the side table, pulling out a book and his pair of glasses. He had some eye damage from the explosion at Mount Weather in the vents, and while it wasn't enough to severely impair his eyesight, he did need it for smaller tasks such as reading. Even reading itself was a luxury he did not often have time for, thus his glasses were not a well known fact. But he wasn't about to bring unnecessary attention to it. Instead, he just put them on and opened his book to the place he'd left off at.

[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 had never liked reading in school, and had avoided it when she could. It was why she often thought it odd that she loved it when he read to her so often. The stories were always hard for her to follow, but thankfully he never minded when she had to stop and ask 'which guy is this again?'. He didn't make her feel dumb for trying. Mostly it was just the way his voice sounded when he read allowed, and the way she could feel it as she rested her head on his chest. Besides, the stories helped them both forget that place. She knew that he had nightmares sometimes, and she didn't like it. It didn't seem fair that he saved them at the cost of himself. He needed saving too.

Roma, who was laying on her side, with her front pressed against Bellamy's side, had her head resting on his shoulder. Her finger idly drew random patterns on his shirt covered chest, while one of her legs tangled with his. This was her perfect. Not a wild party where she was the center of attention, but this moment here. The kiss he'd given her, the heat from his body, the peace she hope he felt too. He got to a name she didn't know, in the story he was reading, and she looked up at him to question it (again) but the words frozen on her lips.

Maybe peace could wait a little while. "Who is he again?" She asked, as she took in the way the glasses gave a new shape to his face. She had thought him hot on the Ark, with his hair perfectly cut and the way he filled out his uniform. That had been her type! Yet after seeing the way his hair curled on Earth (THANK YOU EARTH FOR SOMETHING), and the way his body had toned and strengthened . . . and was redefining her type. Maybe he was her type. Just him. She would have called glasses the 'nerd look' on the Ark, but watching what they did to his face changed her mind. Who knew they were sexy?

She felt a bit guilty for liking them so much, knowing why he had to have them, but she really liked them. "Mmmm, school me." She teased, moving her head up to nip at his ear. "What is he about to do?" Meanwhile, she was going to try to fog up his glasses!

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smiled, closing his eyes as he basked in the pleasurable feeling of her nipping his ear. He knew what she was doing, and she was damn good at it. They had hooked up multiple times on the arm and even on the Ground. But this time was different from all the rests. This time, he knew he could be with her; not just physically but emotionally. And that, add a whole new depth and dimension to their actions. A while new sensation and incredible feeling. "If you keep this up, you're going to make me forget," he teased her. She could be so distracting and . . . he loved her for that.

She was beautiful inside and out, and constantly so damn desirable it was difficult to keep his hands off of her. But he had to at least try, if only for a playful challenge to her. "He was the king's son, air to the throne," he explained, though found his mind growing distracted, even though he kept his gaze fixed on the book. "And you have to listen to find out what happens," he teased, as if to give her incentive as he attempted to keep reading, trying to keep his hands on the book rather than allow them to make their way to her. But it was hard. Difficult. Nearly impossible.

[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

"If you keep this up, you're going to make me forget," THAT was going to encourage her! The day Bellamy Blake forgot something, would be a good day indeed! She could only assume that he had spent too long forcing himself to be hyper aware of everything on the Ark because of his sister, and didn't know how to turn it off now. He could use was forgetting! But she would settle for distracting if she could.

"He was the king's son, air to the throne," Mmmmm, that sounded familiar! She had noticed how close he had gotten to Kane. But that was a thought for another day, because right now, she was shifting her weight to better be able to let her lips travel down from his ear to his cheek. she let her nose slightly flow his cheek bone, "And you have to listen to find out what happens," until she got to his lips. After stealing a light kiss from his lips, she told him "Well, then keep going," in a whispered, yet teasing tone; before her lips dropped light kissing over his jaw, and down toward where it met his neck.

From there her light kisses turned to little nips, and sucks, and licks as she teased him while slowly moving down his neck, to his collar bone. Another area she found sexy! Pulling his shirt just slightly she softly bit him there, before deciding this had to go! But she didn't want to give up their game to do it! Sitting up, she moved her leg over his hips, and sat there. Any time his words paused, so did she until he would keep reading. "What happens next?" she would ask innocently, enjoying teasing him, and seeing how far she could push him until he tossed the book aside, and those sexy glasses of his became fogged up from the heat they made. Lifting his shirt, she kissed his belly, just below the belly button, and begun working her way up, the same way she had worked her way down his neck.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was making it too damn hard to concentrate. With each glide of her tongue and nip of her teeth, left a heat over where she had touched; and an ache that went right to his member, becoming more needy for her. But somehow, but some miracle really, he remained idle. Which, he wasn't used to being. Everything about Roma was so damn desirable and right now, she was being so sensual that Bellamy was having difficulty focusing on the book. The story at hand. But then, that was her goal wasn't it? That was the challenge. And he doubted he would last much longer, but perhaps he could prolong it . . . just for another moment.

He closed his eyes, swallowing as she worked her way down his neck. One of his hands went to the back of her head in encouragement, his fingers curling into her long locks of luscious hair. When she moved to straddle him, inevitably applying some pressure to his already sensitive region, Bellamy let out a heavy breath at the sensation. At the need. She asked him to keep going, but he wasn't even sure if he could form the words. His hand began to glide up her thigh in a caress, watching her as she lifted his shirt and kissed his stomach . . . working her way up.

Almost pleading with her to work her way down. He watched her intently, his hand on her thigh now moving to her back, moving under her shirt as his hand glided over the bare skin of her back, hiking up her shirt with the movement. "There was a princess," he began to say, working on forming coherent words. He was deviating from the book a little, his eyes no longer reading the words but rather, making up the story along the way. "She had a tendency to torture the prince. Flaunting her beauty and allure in front of him, but making herself unattainable. It nearly drove the prince to madness." It was a tease, a playful remark because right now, that was what Roma was doing to him.

[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

His hands were large one her smaller legs, and it made Roma love the contrast. She hadn't been into large men before, but as she said before...clearly she had a type. His hand easily spanned her ribs, and Roma grinned as he tried to keep with the story. "There was a princess," Roma stopped, and lofted up to stare down at him. "She had a tendency to torture the prince. Flaunting her beauty and allure in front of him, but making herself unattainable. It nearly drove the prince to madness." WHY HAD THEY NOT READ THIS SOONER?! "Really?!" She asked, clearly wanting to know more, but it only took her a second to realize he meant her--not the book. With a deflated huff, she reached for the book and tossed it lightly beside him on the bed. Then she pushed his shirt up so she could take it off him.

"A princess who knew what she wanted would defiantly improve the book," She teased, picking it back up and handing it to him, "Look what it did to you!" Improved it! She wasn't the type to down play things, she knew that they were good together; even if she didn't know how much help she really was at helping him forget the bad stuff. It was why she often kept things light between them, and let him make the move of wanting more when he was ready.

Handing him the book back, she opened it to a random page, and set ti so that it blocked most his view of her and what she was doing. Pulling her shirt off she tossed it to the side (the fact that she didn't fold it and set ti down was MAJOR growth for her). Once she was bare from the top half, and the book blocked his view, Roma grinned. "Now, try again." A playful demand, as she moved down out of his site, this time she began undoing his pants. Once they were opened, and tugged down just enough to free him, she stretched out so that she was laying down and could toy with him, lazily stroking him while distracting him from his words. "And tell me more about this princess, and how she liked to pleasure her prince." She asked, right before leaning forward and licking him from base to tip--knowing he couldn't see her so he didn't know what was coming.

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