Dance Like No One Is Watching

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Bree
Note: Better gif coming soon!

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't drink often. On the Ark is was because he feared the alcohol would make him reckless, especially in conversation and something could slip out about Octavia. On the ground, he hadn't partaken in drinking because he had needed to be in his good senses and of a clear mind to protect the others. But right now, this time, Jasper had managed to convince him. He took a woman's hand who led him to where the drinks were, and well, one thing led to another. He remembered her well from the Delinquent camp: Bree. She was one of the few remaining original 100 and well, those delinquents had a very special place in Bellamy's heart. That same protective instinct always in full gear.

But right now, for the first time in . . . well, perhaps since his sexual adventures with Bree and Roma, Agron felt like he was letting loose. Forgetting all the pressures that this world tended to thrust upon him. Was it reckless? Perhaps. But damn, Bree sure as hell made it easy to forget. Bree's back was pressed to Bellamy's chest, their hips pressed against each other, swaying in perfect sync as one of Bellamy's hands rested on her waist and the other slipped around her. His face was nearly nestled against the side of her head as they moved with seemingly perfect rhythm. A smile dancing on Bellamy's features; a foreign expression for the male Blake. "I can't remember the last time I danced." Despite the boisterous sounds, they were close enough for her to be able to hear the words without him having to raise his voice too loudly.

[Bree]

Bree took comfort in their bodies pressed close together, a vaguely familiar soul she once shared an intimate moment with. Before Bellamy arrived, she had spent the day drinking and taking whichever concoction of herbs Jasper handed her. Why not? She’d be dead in days anyway. The dangerous mix of substances swirled around in her empty head and she let loose, moving her hips with his, caressing her light hand across his skin. It was pure euphoria - the sensation she always sought at the end of a bottle or vial of pills. And she was sharing it with good company, good music, and with no care in the world. This is what she was best at. 

“It’s a shame,” she whispered back to him. “Your body has a lot to say - you should let it.”

Bree smiled up at him, searching his eyes for any secrets. They were too dark and too deep to read, but one thing was certain. He looked happy. She glanced around them at the moving crowd before cocking her head toward the door that led outside, a spill of sunlight seeping through the cracks illuminating a small corner of the large room. “Let’s get some fresh air,” she suggested with a grin, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the exit. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Bree
Note: Better gif coming soon!

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but smirk at Bree's words, a smile present and . . . it was such a foreign expression. Bellamy couldn't remember the last time he had allowed himself to succumb to such flirtations. To let himself be at ease with another. It felt so damn good. "Does it?" He asked in the same tone that she spoke to him in, feigned curiosity yet a playful one too. "And what exactly is it saying to you right now?" He asked with intrigue, that same smirk dancing on his features with as much ease as his body danced against hers. His body slowed to a halt when Bree suggested getting some fresh air and, well, that sounded like an excellent idea right now.

He allowed himself to be led out of the room with her, fingers curled around her hand. "We do," he agreed, waiting until they were outside and the music could only be distantly heard. Truth was, it felt nice to have a private moment with her. To just, interact with someone where the conversation didn't have to be heavy with plans and talk of survival. Just two people, carefree . . . as if they were just living, rather than surviving. Whatever little stolen moments such as this he could get, he would gladly take. "You haven't changed," he told her, meaning that as a compliment rather than an insult. Compared to when he had been in her company at the delinquent camp, to now. "Its refreshing," he added on, wanting her to know that he meant it as a good thing. That he appreciated it; that he appreciated her.

[Bree]

“It’s saying something that I shouldn’t repeat,” Bree laughed with a playful wink. Her hand felt warm inside his, and she allowed herself to be completely present. She admired him simply for his charm, but she wondered if there was something deeper to him. She didn’t know much about his story or even much about his personality. She did, however, know a lot about his intimate side. The air was warm outside with a cool breeze that rattled the leaves of the trees surrounding them. She walked with the boy, paying mind to the rocks and curves of the forest floor. The drugs in her system were debilitating her ability to walk straight, so she held on tighter to his strong hand.

“I can’t say the same for you,” Bree only teased, yet there was an ounce of bitterness to her words. She couldn’t help but feel a tad bit left behind when Bellamy seemingly climbed the social ladder of the delinquents. She was surprised to see him here at all. The world was crumbling around them. Did he have a moment to spare? A moment with her of all people, nonetheless. Bree led them to a shady spot a few hundred feet from the loud building. There were groups and couples spread across the forest, talking, laughing, drinking. She found a tree secluded from the rest of the chatter and sat with her back against it, looking over at the boy. “So what’s it like? Being the hero?”


Bellamy Blake