The Floor Has Ears

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

It was a fairly quiet afternoon, but that wasn't something particularly uncommon for the Blakes. According to their mother, there was not going to be a surprise inspection today so she had gone out with a friend. Bellamy had assured her that he would stay with Octavia. With his Cadet training he was gone more often than he would have liked -- not to mention the fact that he was starting to keep company with a certain other woman. But he didn't talk about that to his family. He had never made a commitment, and wasn't sure he could at his first and foremost priority was his sister and mother. Right now, he was sitting at the table with Octavia, studying over some notes for one of his clases while Octavia was working on a torn garment.

A quiet afternoon indeed. Until, there was a knock at the door. Bellamy's head shot up, having no idea who it was. It wasn't a surprise inspection as no one announced it on the other side of the door and they were obligated to at this point. Bellamy scrambled to pull the table away. "I'm sorry, O. It won't be for long." Because whoever it was, he was going to send them away. Once his sister was securely under the ground, Bellamy moved the table back over it and hurried to the door, fully preparing to send the person away. His mother and himself tended to discourage visitors, not wanting Octavia to spend longer under the floor than she had to. Taking a deep breath to quickly calm himself, he pulled open the door and the person he saw on the other end, caused him to pause with surprise, though he did not showcase this shock. "Roma?" What the hell was she doing here?!

[Roma Bragg]

Roma smiled brightly when he opened the door, and turned sideways to slip in between himself and the door, "I was in the mess hall when I noticed your mother there. She was talking to some other mothers, and about work things so I knew she'd be a while and I thought . . . . poor Bellamy, home all alone." Reaching out she shut the door for him, and then unzipped the jacket she was wearing to show him she seemed to forget her shirt! She held on nothing under it.

"I came to make it better." Dropping the jacket to the ground she backed into the room, moving toward the beds. "Which one is yours? Because I really want you to fuck me in your bed. Then when you sleep I know you will think of me." And she liked the idea of him thinking of her when he was sleeping--or taking care of himself because she couldn't get away from her family for the night. "Besides, I miss him. He is the only thing that makes this ache go away. Roma didn't often talk about his penis as a him, but sometimes she did it as a tease.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't have a chance to tell her not to come in or even give an excuse, because she stepped right past him and into the Blake apartment. Damn it. She began to take off her jacket and . . . there was nothing underneath. He withheld his reaction, having to. But it didn't seem to phase her. She just casually dropped her coat and made her way to the bed. She was talking it . . . damn it! She was cursing! Normally he wouldn't care but the fact that Octavia could hear, well, it made him more cautious. She was hardly exposed to anything and this was not something he wanted her to hear. He picked up her jacket where she had dropped it, purposely not saying anything about her unclad state. Octavia couldn't see, only hear. Which . . . seemed to be

bad enough. Bellamy draped the jacket over Roma, not about to tell her which bed was his cause neither were. One was his mother's, the other was Octavia's. Oh boy. Not she was talking about his . . . yeah. No. She needed to leave. "Hey look, I have a lot of work to do and my mom might be home any second." Despite what she had said about seeing her in the mess hall. He just needed any excuse right now.

"I can come by later." He was trying to keep his words as PG as possible, and discrouage Roma from saying anything too . . . explicit. Which, she was doing anyway. He didn't blame her though. He just, needed to protect Octavia. That, and he really didn't want to have a conversation about sex. Particularly him having sex. "Now's just not a good time." He knew that no matter what, he was not going to have sex with her here . . . even if he had to be a bit of an asshole to avoid it. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but he wasn't about to make Octavia endure that.

[Roma Bragg]

He put her jacket back on her. "Hey look, I have a lot of work to do and my mom might be home any second." He had put her jakect back on her. "I can come by later." He put her jacket back on her . . . AND was sending her way? "Now's just not a good time." He put her jacket back on her, AND was sending her away WITHOUT what she came here for!? Roma stared up at him, her lips parted in shock while she looked at his face and tried to figure out just WHAT THE EVERLASTING HELL WAS HAPPENING HERE!

She walked around him, and looked around the small room, before turning to stare at him. No other girls looked like they could be hiding anywhere. Surely he wasn't trying to hide someone else. Was he about to meet someone? Was he trying to push her out so some other honey could come in here? "I come in, explain that your mother will be a while, drop everything to stand naked before you and . . . . you redress me?" She repeated, calmly before yelling, "Are you shitting me, Bellamy?" This wasn't how she saw this going?

"Is there another girl? Are you hooking up with someone on the side, because it's one thing to do it and another to not tell me!" She had sort of thought they were just seeing each other. "I didn't even know that what we were doing! I thought this was casual, but exclusive! It would have been nice if you'd explain your rules before letting me waltz in here and make a fool of my self . . . . . Is she here? When she is coming? WHO the hell is she?! . . . . Is it that Branden girl?" Roma pulled the jacket off and threw it across the room, "I am not leaving! She can just find me here, and you can explain to her your rules! I'D HAVE BEEN ALRIGHT WITH A THREESOME BELLAMY BLAKE! . . . . Is it her? Does she not like me? What the hell is her problem anyway?! I AM FREAKIN' ADORABLE! . . . . right?!!"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bloody hell. Bellamy could tell from her expression and the way she stepped around him that what followed was not going to be pretty. She looked upset and . . . yup. There it was. Her reaction. He just stood there and stared at her. She asked if there was another girl, and well, yes there was! But not one he was hooking up with. Yet, he wondered if it would just be easier to end things, here and now.

Had he let this get too far with them? He had always been very mindful of that, not developing a romantic relationship with anyone because of how it could prove to be a risk for Octavia. And well, this was one such situation. Yet at the same time, he couldn't do it . . . or could he? He would always pick Octavia over anyone and everyone else. He needed to think and react quickly cause . . . damn it she was talking about threesomes now! He didn't want his sister to hear about that.

He went to pick up the coat that she had tossed, exposing herself once more. Under any other circumstance, he wouldn't be able to resist her. He liked her, more than he probably should. But he couldn't help it. And yet right now, in this moment . . . he needed her to leave. Taking a deep breath, he knew he would have a lot of making up to do later, but at least he would be able to think about what he could say. He wanted to salvage this. He held out her coat to her once more. "Calm the hell down," he stated, his tone wasn't loud but it was blunt, stern.

"There's obviously no one else in here." A lie. A blatant lie, but one that had to be said. "I just can't deal with this right now." He tossed her jacket at her. He needed to be more forceful to get her out -- not physically, but verbally. "Get out now or I'm done. We're done." He may have to be anyway. He was getting too close to her, but that conversation would come later. He hated saying this to her, but he had to. She couldn't be in here, and if this is what it took to protect Octavia . . . well, he had to do it. "I'm no screwing around. Leave, now." Yeah, he was definitely going to think of what he would have to do after this.

[Roma Bragg]

"Calm the hell down," Did he just?! "Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" She hissed back at him. "There's obviously no one else in here." Yet!! "I just can't deal with this right now." He had held her jacket out to her, and now he tossed it at her! TOSSED IT AT HER! "Get out now or I'm done. We're done." Her face moved from angry, to hurt, to a mixture of both. She set the jacket on the table, and pulled out her shirt from the pocket, yanking it over he head, silently. "I'm no screwing around. Leave, now." Yeah! She got it! She understood perfectly now!

Yanking her jacket on, she glared at him the whole time, still hurt that whatever the hell was going on with him he rather treat her like shit then . . . then whatever the other choice was! "Of course your not. . . .. not any more at least." She told him, clearly speaking from more hurt then anger. "Go float yourself, Blake." She'd never called him that, but now she stormed toward the door, flung it open and stormed out--not bothering to shut it in her wake. Let him deal with it. She just wanted to go die from humiliation!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: blake

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THE HELL WE WANT

He watched her finally storm out, telling him to float himself before departing. He deserved it of course, but he couldn't help but feel that wave of relief with her gone. His sister is and always would be his top priority. Anything that threatened that had to go. Roma threatened that. He had allowed himself to get close to her, and knew that even now, he would have to explain things to her. Not with the truth of course. Not with any sort of revelation regarding his siter.

But . . . he was fairly certain that this conversation he'd just had with her, would not be their last. He moved to close the door, ensuring it was locked, before hurriedly going to push the table out of the way and pull open the cover that concealed Octavia. He then pulled her out, hating the fact that because of him, she had to be crammed in there. He also had no idea how much she heard from that rather unpleasant altercation.

"Sorry, O," he apologized, knowing that this time, it was his fault that she was forced into that dark spot. "You ok?" He always felt the need to ask her that after times like these. These unexpected situations where she was forced to hide her existance. They were becoming more and more frequent, and he only wished he could do something to free her of this prison that was her life. But, she was alive. That was what mattered. They would take it day by day. They had to in order to survive.