We got this...maybe

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Annika Burnam

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She didn't say much -- and if she did, then Bellamy wasn't paying any attention. Then again, talking wasn't exactly needed right now. It was no longer their focus. Which was probably for the best. Apart from Bellamy's speeches, he was more a man of action that words. And this, definitely warrented some action. When she leaned back down to kiss him, Bellamy's lips parted eagerly to take in her delicious taste. He wanted more. As much as she was willing to give him.

For even in his inebriated mind . . . he did not fail to consider the desires of a woman. Nor a pace that they were uncomfortable with. To test the waters a little, his hand moved over her back, slipping under the fabric of her shirt as his hand caressed the soft skin of her back. If this was something that she displayed even the slightest discomfort over, then he would stop. And in the menatime, he continued to move his mouth against hers, deepening the kiss even still as he basked in the sensation of her touch.

[Annika Burnam]

He returned her her kiss and she took/returned it eagerly. She really didn't mind in all actuality. If anything, she wanted more of it, and she was fine with that. This was something she had never expected to happen, but then again, she hadn't expected to be blamed for her parents death. Not had she expected to go to Earth. Though Earth had certain aspects that she certainly enjoyed. This being one of them.

When his hand yet under her shirt and to her skin. She didn't argue or stop kissing him though. Instead, she fell back and pulled him with her, falling to the side. She giggled and attempted to pull him over top of her, still kissing him.

"Speech!"
Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Annika Burnam

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt her react favorably to the kiss, the all their movements in fact . . . including his hand moving under her shirt to caress her soft skin. The way she responded told him everything he needed to know without having to use words. In these cases, non verbal communication could be just as good. It helped avoid breaking contact, potentially ruining the moment. Instead, they were both just going with it. Moving along the desired actions . . . things that they both seemed to want in this moment. Whether it was the nuts or . . . no. It was definitely the nuts. Even if he didn't quite realize it. Then again, Annika was a highly attractive woman. Why shouldn't he want to do this with her?

When he felt her start to move, moving him along with her, he showed no objection. In fact, it was quite comfortable. He positioned himself on top of her, ensuring not to crush her under his weight. Despite his high, he was still all too aware that there was a beautiful woman beneath him and he wasn't about to do anything to cause her harm. His hands slipped out from under her shirt as he deepend the kiss. Instead, his fingers held the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it upward, as if giving her a chance to protest if this was moving in a direction she didn't want. Part of him didn't think it was; she had pulled him on top. But still! With each second that passed, he pulled her shirt a little higher and higher, eager to see the perfection of her unclad body.

[Annika Burnam]

If there was one thing that her intoxicated mind knew, it was that she was pretty sure of this. Well, as sure as she could think of to be in her state of condition. It wasn't the best, but hey! At least she was breathing. Anyway, it was Bellamy Blake. Who in the world wouldn't want this? Honestly, if they didn't they were crazy. That made her almost want to start giggling again because even the guys may even want him. She started smiling with she was kissing him. She started to pull at the edge of his shirt, something she didn't exactly do while aware of it/

When he started to pull at her shirt, she helped him a wee bit. She grabbed it and pulled it up over her head. It broke the contact which her body was against, but she had too to get it off. She wasn't ashamed of her pale body, it was just that she wasn't used to it being exposed, out there for someone to see. She took a deep breath real quick and then spoke in a hushed, whispered voice. "I've never done this before. But...I'm okay with it." She said.

It wasn't so much as to the fact that she hadn't wanted to do it. It was just more so the fact that she hadn't found someone who was willing to do it with. She wasn't exactly the dating type...or the flirting type. It was a miracle that she had even kissed Bellamy first in the first place.

"Speech!"
Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Annika Burnam

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He didn't fail to notice the slight tug she gave on his shirt, but he was far more focused on removing hers. And damn, it was worth it. Once she assisted him by lifting her arms and tossing it to the side, his eyes lingered over her perfectly formed figure. Her under garment still concealing part of her, but he was fine with that -- for now. His hands started to move over the exposed parts of her skin. Her sides, her stomach.

She was so soft, so warm. It was a welcome sensation for his hands and entire body as he just caressed her skin. She then revealed that she hadn't done this before, but was ok with it now. Despite his inebriated mind, her words processed, registered. He certainly didn't want it to seem like he was taking advantage of her, but tehre didn't seem to be any doubt in what she said. Only confidence. Sureness that she wanted this. "You sure?" He asked, his voice not overly concerned but still giving her the option to back down. He wanted to be pressed closer against her.

He also took this opportunity to lift his own shirt, tossing it as carelessly as they did hers. "Cause if you aren't . . ." His words were cut off as the temptation of kissing her became all too much again. Especially now with the front of his unclad and her partially unclad bodies, pressed against each other. His hand brushed back her loose hair as his lips went to the planes of her neck, creating a trail of kisses along it. "Now's the time to say it," he spoke in a low voice, between each kiss.

[Annika Burnam]

She wanted to cover herself. She felt exposed, though she wanted to do this. She had actually instigated it though. When he looked over her, she watched him carefully, looking for anything that showed that he was displeased with her. His hands went over her body and she basked in his touch. It was something new yet felt familiar. She nodded to his question, something that she deemed that didn't need her words. Sometimes actions were more detailed than words, and she kissed him again.

When he took his shirt off, she watching him in slight awe. He was like a god, something so beautiful yet unobtainable. Yet here she was, bodies touching and his lips against hers. She bit his lip gently and when he started to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, she let out a little amused moan. "Oh trust me, I'm fine with this Bellamy." She whispered out at him. her hands moved over his shoulders and back, trying to feel every inch of him. To map it out.

"Speech!"
Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Annika Burnam

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She didn't sound hesitant or unsure. In fact, it was the opposite. She sounded so very sure. Perhaps later when his mind fully sobered up, he would rethink this conversation and hope that there was no doubt. But he was also far from coddling a woman. If this was what she wanted, well, he was all too eager to give it. Besides, his was something that they would both derive pleasure from. He smirked when she nipped his lip, the gesture allowing for a pleasurable sensation to course through him. Making him realize how much more he wanted. How much more of her. "Then I guess there's nothing left to say," he stated a bit playfully. With that, he captured her lips once more, breathing into the embrace his hands went to the remainder of the clothing she had left on, starting with the upper layer.

His hand slid to its back to loosen it before the fabric hung off her body, enough that he could pull it off with ease and toss ito to the side. "Other than how damn beautiful you are," he said in a bit of a teasing tone, but with truth, speaking against her lips before moving them in another lingering and fervent embrace. She had said she'd never done this before . . . so he knew the importance of foreplay, of building it up for her to provide the least amount of pain. He continued to deepen the kiss, his hands lowering to feel her now completely unclad body, his hand wandering lower and lower, until he reached the fastening of her pants.