What Fresh Hell Is This

[Roma Bragg]

"I don't think that skill will be useful either." He told her and Roma stuck her tongue out at him, trying to keep the moment light, even though their topic wasn't. In truth, he had broken her heart. His coldness, and his dismissal had been the first time she had really been ashamed of how free she was. She had felt used, and while she knew it hadn't been love for him she had though he thought of her fondly, at least. It had forced her to grow up a bit--which sucked! But Alice helped. Roma had not wanted to go out and party as much right after, and hadn't been with a man since Bellamy. Only Alice. Which was fine. Better then fine, she cared about Alice deeply. More so then she had thought she could. She had fallen for someone else, and it had helped her see what had happen with Bellamy in a different light. It was why she wasn't still bitter at him. "Doesn't matter," He dismissed her, and Roma almost walked away, understanding that things had perhaps changed too much. Yet before she did, Bellamy spoke up once again. "I had wanted to apologize."

That was a surprise. Roma stared up at him for a moment, before a soft smile touched her lips. "Thank you." She told him as if he just apologized rather then only said he had been going too. She wasn't so bitter that she was going to make his life hell about it--even if she had once promised herself she would. She understood a bit more after some time had passed. That him kicking her out had been a low point for them both. Afterwards too, since she hadn't really been her self since. Still, she wondered why end it on a bad note? Taking a step closer to him she looked at the tent. "Make it up to me." She teased, and asked at the same time. She understood this wasn't more. He had pushed her away, and she wasn't really over what she had learned about herself since. She had been n love. She wasn't sure if she was now or not, but she knew that she wanted to have one last time with him where it was just fun. She wanted to have a good memory. The rest she would deal with when she wasn't trying to figure out how she would stay alive down here. Reaching out she plucked lightly on his shirt as if she could pull him too her, but she didn't use enough force. "Might as enjoy the tent you put up."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

what's wrong

WITH A LITTLE CHAOS

She thanked him; not something she needed to do but Bellamy appreciated the sentiment none the less. Despite the fact that his expression remained unchangd. He couldn't allow it to soften. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. Not after what he had done, and the uncertainty of his position here at camp. Thus far, he was here for the delinquents. But if the Ark came down . . . he couldn't stay. Her next words were strongly tempting. Make it up to her. Enjoy the tent. Everything about the way she looked at him, spoke, and gently urged him toward her -- though not aggressively so -- was suggesting what he too wanted. To be with her again.

Though part of him, wasn't sure this was a good idea. Bellamy needed to make something very clear. "Nothing's changed, Roma." Things had, but he was referring more in the sense of his committment and the nature of them. Just because they were on the ground, didn't mean they could be anything more than what they were on the Ark. "And if you can accept that, then come with me." Because his own tent was already set up, for activities such as this. But he needed her to understand. That this wasn't anything deeper. It could never be with him. Bellamy was all too aware that perhaps it already was with the frequency in which they were together . . . but it hadn't stopped him from being with Lilly the first night they were here. He needed to make those intentions clear to Roma. There could be no expectations placed on either of them after this. And until he was certain she knew that . . . he wouldn't encourage anything. But in this moment if she could assure him, then he would gladly take her to his tent to recreate the memories of how they enjoyed each other on the Ark.

[Roma Bragg]

"Nothing's changed, Roma." He told her with a tone she knew all too well. Not really directly from him very often--but she had played the game long enough to know when she was being warned off. Still she disagreed with his words. They were on Earth! Everything had changed!
"And if you can accept that, then come with me." She lowered her hand to tuck it into the waist band of his pants, and pull a little harder. Warning or not, she was going for it. She might regret it later, but Roma had never been one to think about the effects of what she did in the moment. Why start on Earth?

"Everything has changed Bellamy," She told him, not her tone wasn't one that she would have used on the Ark when she was trying to build things between them. "We all have something bigger to deal with down here." It was two people, both of which had not-so fond last memories of each other, and were now making up. "I just don't plan to stop living because they sent me here to die." With that she backed into her tent, pulling him with her. Once in the tent, Roma let her hand wonder up over his shirt clad chest, waiting for him to make the next move. While she didn't need him to do, she wanted him to step the tone for how this would be. . . . since the last time things had gone . . . wrong. Her eyes stayed on his,

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

what's wrong

WITH A LITTLE CHAOS

Bellamy wasn't sure this was a good idea. He had known his past actions had hurt her, but he was still not in a place to be able to make a solid commitment to anyone. She was no exception to this. She seemed to be accepting of it, but Bellamy wondered if it was best to just let it be. To not go down this road again. Yet with the way that she pulled him into the tent, and the way her hand caressed him over his shirt . . . it was increasingly difficult to say no. And he knew full well that that wasn't what he wanted. She was what he wanted. There was always something so damn irresistible about her. His eyes fell to her lips for a moment, her words processing in his mind. Living. He wondered what that felt like. For him, it was still about surviving.

The Ark would follow them and he would be executed for his crimes against the Chancellor. But he didn't want to think about that right now. And with Roma standing before him, it was easy to avoid that thought. To hell with it all. Bellamy leaned forward and captured her lips. The familiarity of her touch was a comfort . . . the sensation warming his entire body. HE raised a hand to her cheek, as he breathed into the kiss, deepening it, slipping his tongue between her lips into familiar territory. Yet one he realized just how much he missed now. His other hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer as one hand slipped under her shirt, skimming the soft skin of her stomach. If this was living, then damn . . . he wished he had the luxury more often.