Friend Or Foe

[Isa]

❅AI GONPLEI❅

TAG: Bellamy Blake

She was cursing the comfortable leather of her clothing, around the same time that he was, as his fingers pressed into her thighs. Luckily for her he seemed to figure out how to navigate around the fastenings to get past the barrier. She kept her legs wrapped around him but wiggled her hips to help him tug her clothing down.

Then his fingers brushed over her core and a sound between a whimper and a moan left her lips, muffled by the deep kiss. Impatience made her nip as his lips, urging him to hurry up as his hands left her to unfasten his own pants. Her fingers flexed in anticipation, digging into his flesh again before dipping down to give him a hand in getting those pesky pants of his off. Her body was on fire with desire and she really did not want to wait any longer then she had to before she got the satisfaction it demanded.

Isa did not hear someone on the other side of the bunker door. They had closed it when they entered the building, but had not engaged the locks. They had been more concerned with escaping the fog then ensuring that they would remain alone in the bunker. They were both distracted and the fog, which had passed already, had been forgotten.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isa

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The nip on his lip indicated her own impatience, just as he felt consumed with. The pent up desire that was building through every fiber of his being. He felt slight relief when the constraints of his pants were gone, allowing himself to free his already sensitive region -- thanks to her help. Her hands over him there though intensified his ache and need and it made him swiftly guide himself to the openening between her legs. He was just about to push inside of her, the anticipation for that needed release and sensation of actually being inside of her conusming his body . . . when he heard the door push open.

His mind was so engrossed in their actions -- in her -- that he didn't notice at first. It wasn't until an unfamiliar voice started spouting something angrily. Bellamy's eyes shot open as he quickly pulled his pants up and fastened them. He turned his head to see who it was, using his body to shield Isa from anyone's view. Whether she cared or not, he felt this instinctive urge to protect her modesty. But that became difficult when the Grounder began to swing his weapon and Bellamy.

The Arker lunged to the side, avoiding the heavy blow and hurriedly went for his gun. He held it up, using the weapon to block the swinging blade that was coming down at him. Clearly, the Grounder thought that he had been doing something to Isa . . . but there was no time to assure otherwise. Bellamy used the barell of the gun to ram it into the Grounder's stomach as he then stood firmly on his feet and pointed his gun at him, his finger on the trigger. He didn't fire though. Not yet.

[Isa]

❅AI GONPLEI❅

TAG: Bellamy Blake

Isa cursed her luck when a voice interrupted her fun moments before it would truly begin. The air felt cold against her icy flesh as Bellamy and she quickly set to right her clothing. Her unfulfilled desires left her body tense and on fire, which only added fuel to her fury. Whoever had to go and barge in was in for it. A few solid whacks to their head would serve them right, at the very least, although slicing the person up was highly tempting.

It was a Trikru and not an unfamiliar one. The sight of him did not lessen her fury, but it contained it. The last thing she needed was to act on her anger and cause an incident - even if it was highly tempting.

So Isa was forced to stay in place and try to calm her temper enough so that she would not do something that could cause the peace between the Azgeda and Trikru to be questioned. Besides, Bellamy seemed to be doing just fine in subduing the man.

"I must have the worst luck." Isa finally crossed over and knelt in front of their interrupter so that he could get a clear look at her. Although her pale face had flushed with colour and lips were a bit swollen from Bellamy's kiss, she was clearly unharmed. "I could strangle you, you know that right? I finally get a chance to have a little fun and you just had to cockblock. Jerkwad."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isa

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy kept his finger on the trigger, debating whether to squeeze it down . . . though knowing that he wouldn't. He wasn't going to murder someone in cold blood. Self defense was one thing, but at the moment, he had it under control. Particularly when Isa knelt down in front of the Grounder and expressed her agitation for getting interrupted. Bellamy didn't take his eyes off the attacker for a moment. "Friend of yours?" He asked sarcastically, and rhetorically . . . already knowing the answer.

The Grounder's presence also revealed that the acid fog had let up. Which meant he could leave. Part of him wanted to shoot the Grounder right now for the sheer discomfort he was feeling for being lefted unfulfilled. But survival was more important than that. "You got this?" He asked her. While they hadn't exactly reached a level of trust . . . there was enough there for him to be able to assess whether she was going to handle her friend, or whether Bellamy was going to have to act more hostile. He slowly began to walk toward the door, moving backwards so that he didn't take his aim off his target.

[Isa]

❅AI GONPLEI❅

TAG:Bellamy Blake

"Something like that." She was not sure what to do with the Trikru male who had interrupted her fun, but she bit back the urge to cause him hard. Sure, he cockblocked like a champion leaving her hot and bothered, but he thought he was helping.

"I've got this." Isa ran her fingers through her mussed hair, mentally cursing the situation. Her emotions and hormones were on edge, but she could handle herself and the source of her irritation. That and Bellamy was already heading towards the door. What had transpired between the two of them, what had been interrupted, was done and over with.

"Go ahead and go. We'll stay here for a while." She did not take her eyes off of the grounder in front of her, shooting him a warning look. "We're not gonna follow. Right Alekay? He's done no harm and I owe him this much."

That and she owed the Trikru some payback for his untimely interruption. 

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isa

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

While Bellamy was aware that he and the Grounder hadn't exactly reached a level of trusting each other . . . he believed her words. That they would not follow; that he could leave and they would remain there. Whatever happened within the walls that had provided them shelter, he supposed would stay here. Perhaps never to be spoken of again. Which suited him just fine. Granted, it would have been far better to at least complete their actions -- that was at least the physical part of Bellamy talking because being left in his discomfort was difficult to endure.

Even if he made no show of it. His eyes narrowed on the unfamiliar Grounder, his gun still aimed at him, he took Isa's words and went with it. He wasn't even sure what sort of parting was befitting of a moment like this. So instead, he just gave a short nod to her. One of gratitude; one of acknowledgment. Once he got to the door, he waited just another brief moment before finally exiting outside.

When he was a few steps away he paused, letting out a heavy breath. Not one of relief, but more so, one to regain his composure. He had been gone from camp longer than anticipated and he needed to get back and well, not look like he was in the utmost discomfort over having started such physical activiteis only to remain unsatisfied and frankly, highly uncomfortable. With that final thought, he finally fled the area, his gun still in his hand, his head turning behind him every so often to make sure he wasn't being followed and that he wasn't discovered. Last thing he needed right now was another Grounder encounter.