Blow Me One Last Kiss

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

48 of the people

I SWORE TO PROTECT

Bellamy paused only for a moment as she moved to wrap her arms around him. Even if was a gesture for her comfort, he derived just as much -- perhaps more -- from the contact. He had never been in a relationship with anyone before, but Roma was the closest he had been to being with someone in one. Particularly on the Ark, and then on Earth . . . until he thought her life to be claimed by a Grounder. He wrapped his own arms around her, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath; the familiar scent of her hair. Of her. "I know the feeling," he whispered against her. Not wanting to be alone. Yet it wasn't just anyone he craved to be with. Roma was special. She knew him at a time when hardly any of the other delinquents did. She knew him at his worst. Though arguably, his worst could have been down here.

Perhaps she would see him differently once she found out what he did at Mount Weather. But right now, he wanted to selfishly embrace her. And for once, not give her a reason to leave -- unlike the last time he had kicked her out of his bed, and life. Or so he had thought. When he felt the warmth of her touch move against his skin, he allowed the sensation to fill his entire body; seeping it in. He moved his head back a little to look deeply into her eyes. Ones that he had once closed . . . ones now that were so full of life. He leaned forward to kiss her cheek, moving toward the corner of her lips to place a light kiss there.

"For as long as you want." Because he wanted this. He wasn't thinking about tomorrow, or any sort of complications. He wasn't thinking about how now, more than ever he didn't deserve to be with anyone. He was only thinking of how relieved he was that she was alive; and how he wanted to enjoy the time they had together. This was like a second chance and he didn't want to ruin that. Not again. Unable to let it linger any longer, his lips finally moved to hers, tasting what he had suddenly felt so deprived of after such a long time. The kiss started soft, befor he deepened it, his hand moving to her cheek as he coaxed her mouth open. Just as her hand sliding under his shirt made her intentions clear . . . his own of the fervent desire in the kiss, made his own intentions evident as well.

[Roma Bragg]

He knew the feeling. Roma wondered what they meant too him. Bellamy looked into her face, and she licked her lips to wet them, as they had suddenly gone dry. He moved to kiss her cheek, and then her lips. It felt too soft. One of the things that she had loved about him was how strong he felt. She felt like he could hold off the world, and all she had to do was let him; and while she loved that he could be soft, she wanted to feel that strength now. "For as long as you want." he told her, and her lips parted as she inhaled. "Then don't let me go," she begged as he kissed her, and with each movment of his lips it seemed to grow stronger and deeper, and helped more of the need she felt.

Roma's hand that was under his shirt moved to his back, and she pushed him closer to her--or well, puller herself into him since he was an unmovable force. Her fingers curled slightly so that she could tease his skin with a sharper touch of her nails, before soothing it over with her finger tips. Her other hand moved up his chest and tangled in his curls, as she held him closer. When they broke for air, she whispered "I don't think I have told you yet, but I like these a lot better then how you wore it on the Ark." Curls rather then straight. She kissed him again, but also took a step back while keeping her lips over his, trying to get him to move them to bed--where she planned to keep him for hours.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

48 of the people

I SWORE TO PROTECT

Don't let her go. He wouldn't. Not again. He had before, so many times. One of them eventually leading to her supposed death. But this time . . . it felt different. He should have his guard raised more than ever before, disallowing himself the pleasures of being with another. Yet, the exact opposite was stirring within him. He wanted that companionship. Not just for a night, but for a longer period of time. Yet it wasn't just anyone he wanted it with. It was her. Words he dare not vocalize. The last person he had allowed himself to be emotionally vulnerable and dependant on had left him. He couldn't bare a second abandonment. Fortuantely her hands on his body and her lips against his were pushing away any thought to bring to surface his own fears and insecurities. Instead, he just felt. Felt her. How incredible it was to kiss her, touch her, taste her. And he wanted more.

Her words caused him to faintly smile, amidst their actions, enjoying the lighter subject of conversation with the playful teasing in the height of such actions. He began to move them, his lips moving against her neck to feel the familiar planes of it through his trail of kisses, inching closer and closer toward the bed until they reached their destination. "Good to know you approve," he told her teasingly. He had never sought her approval before, yet, was enjoyable the more playful mood. If it could be called that. Once near the bed, he sat on the edge, pulling her down with him so that she sat astride him, one leg on either side of his waist. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt, starting to pull it up over her head and tossing it carelessly to the side. "You'll be glad to know," he began to say, returning his lips to hers for a moment, before moving down the front of her neck, speaking between each kiss. "That we have soap and shampoo here." Another clear tease, as he recalled her concern before initially arriving on Earth with the lack of soap and shampoo.

[Roma Bragg]

By now the doctors would have noticed she was gone, and by now they would be looking for her. With any luck Miller would tell them where he took to her and no one would knock on this door. Bellamy joked back to her about his hair, but Roma quite at a place where she could laugh and jest so freely. Inside she was still feel alone, and the comfort of his touch was easing that. He moved them toward the bed, and sat down before pulling her over him. Roma sat there while he pulled off her shirt, but she wasn't going to remain idle for long. She wanted to feel him.

Moving so her knees were on the bed, and she could stand on them, while still astride him. With him sitting it made her a few inches taller then him, and she could push his head back and kiss him from above. Her hands pulled his shirt off too, and she tossed it behind her. Her hands fell over him, and she kept kissing him. "That we have soap and shampoo here." Pulling back she looked at him. "Really?" She said, looking back tot he door. They could wash up! Her hair could be clean! Roma was thinking about that for a few seconds before she felt something under her finger tips. Turning she looked back at his skin, and noticed the little changes. He had new scars that she had not seen before.

Roma looked into his face for a moment, before moving down to kiss his with new strength behind it. She had only thought of how she had almost been killed--she sometimes had to remind herself that he was not as invincible as he seemed. Pushing to a stand her lowered her pants, until she was standing naked before him. Then she took a seat on his knees, sitting there with her legs once again on either side of his own. "Bellamy," I love you. She moved down to kiss him once again.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

48 of the people

I SWORE TO PROTECT

Bellamy supposed he could have picked a better time to tell her about the shampoo and soap. She grew momentarily distracted as she turned to look away for a moment. A faint smile formed on his lips, not planning for her to move from their current position to explore the luxuries of soaps and shampoos. Fortunately, he didn't have to concern himself with that. Her hand moving over him paused when she felt one of the marks left from all that had happened over the past few weeks. He wasn't going to talk about it. What was the point? People died. Some were saved. They won. That was all there was to it. His actions, were not ones he would burden her with.

She moved from her position, causing him to feel the immediate deprivation of her body's warmth. But what she did, made it incredibly worth it. His eyes lingered over her perfectly formed body, having missed her in so many ways. The physical being one of them . . . but he knew now that it was the emotional, that made how he felt about her so much stronger. Once she resumed her former position, Bellamy's hands went to her waist, returning the kiss hungrily, breathing in it as his hands trailed over the side of her body, one skimming over the front as he cupped one of her breasts, massaging it in the palm of his hand.

He began to move back on the bed, taking her with him and once he was somewhat laying against it, he swiftly turned so that he was positioned on top of her; the fronts of their unclad bodies pressed against each other. His hand formerly cupping her skimmed down to caress her inner thigh, breaking the kiss, though keeping his lips hovered over hers as his forehead pressed against her own. The way she had said his name, the way he wanted to say hers. The overwhelming emotion he was faced with right now was almost stifling as it consumed him . . . unsure how to even express it. Physically he could, but verbally . . . well, that was far more unfamiliar. Conceding defeat in attempting to for the time being, he kissed her again, while his hand moved to the fastening of his pants to free himself.

[Roma Bragg]

He turned them, and pressed her into the bed. Roma loved the feel of his weight over her, how he was wider then her, and seemed to encase her there; leaving her feeling untouchable in the cage of his arms and body. It was unfair of her to hold so much expectation from him, but unlike the others she had never strong or bold. She didn't reach for weapons, but had rather run away. Unlike the others she had always needed someone there.

He pressed his forehead to her's when the kiss broke, and for a moment they just remained there. His hand moving over her skin, and her hand over his back. Her breast pressed into him, and their breaths mingling. The moment felt heavy, but good at the same time. With words she would never tell him on her lips, and i was as if he was thinking of something too. Her hands moved up to cup his jaw, and just touched his face for the moment. She shifted her face so that her nose ran down the length of his in this stolen moment in their passions. They had never been overly vocal people with their emotions. She made her displeasures known, and her likes, yeah--but she never spoke of love, she never spoke of needing him. He never did either ether. In this moment, she could feel it. She knew that her 'death' had been hard on him, and whatever had followed had not been easier either. They were no longer children. While technology he had been an adult before; in hindsight they were nothing but children back then.

Then the moment was over, and he was kissing her again, Her arms moved around his neck and held him to her. She wanted to touch him, she wanted there ti be better light so she could see the changes that she had felt, but right now the only thing she could think of was wanting him buried deep inside her, and making her feel human again. Her legs mimicking her arms around his hips, once his pants were free. Her fingers tangled into his hair, and she kissed him like she might not get another chance.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

48 of the people

I SWORE TO PROTECT

If there was one thing every knew down here, it was that life was short. You weren't always given a second chance . . . which was what made Roma's survival all the more incredible. Luck had never been on their side. Fortune a rare ooccurance. But Roma was here. With him. How many chances had he been given with her? Too many. On the Ark. On the ground. And now . . . here. He took them for granted, every single time. And hated himself for it. She deserved better; better than him. Ironically, the best thing he could do for her was stay away from her. Not allow this to turn into . . . whatever it was they had before. But it felt too late for that. Because already, Bellamy feared the moment he had to let her go.

The moment she realized she was too good for him. This time didn't feel like the others. He wasn't intending on making things clear in that they couldn't be together. That they couldn't have that commitment. He wanted it. With her. And the realization added a sudden urgency to stifle any thought or words that threatened to escape his lips. Fortunately, her body wrapped around him proved to do just this; distract him from all else. He kissed her, deeply, ardently.

Wanting to feel whole. Complete. As she always made him feel. His hand fell between them, guiding himself to her, pausing only for a moment before he pushed inside of her. The action causing a breathy groan of sheer pleasure to shoot through his entire body. He paused there, just wanting to take a moment to truly appreciate how it felt to be inside of her once more. A sensation he never thought he would have the pleasure of experiencing. Unable to refrain for any longer, he thrust deeper into her in another forward push of his lips. His lips returned to her, his tongue slipping between her lips as he pushed in again and again.

[Roma Bragg]

How cute. Earth Skills. As if I will ever need to know any of that. We aren't going to Earth for another hundred years, so me learning some pointless tricks on how to make fire is only wasting my time, and I have more important people to do.

Roma

Roma felt his hand moved down, and she felt the anticipation build up, knowing that he would see help ease the ache that was growing between her legs. Vaguely, in the back of her mind she wished she could record the sound he made when he pushed into her, but the thought was fleeting as she mostly just felt everything, and her thoughts left her. It had been so long since she felt safe, so long since she had felt comfort like this. "Bellamy," her cried his name, in almost a whimper as she begged him to help take her higher.

He began to move, and with each slide in or out of her, the feeling only grew. Her hands moved over his back, before one of them tangled into his curls and held him closer. Each kiss, each touch was exactly what she needed and not enough at the same time. She wanted to pull herself into him, and never feel anything but this moment again. She arched her hips up to met his thrusts, her hands that wasn't in his hair, moving down over his back, to squeeze his ass, before sliding up his side and use his shoulder for leverage. His body seemed to encase her's, and the thought was the last thing she remembered before everything started to leave her.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

48 of the people

I SWORE TO PROTECT

Hearing her say his name provided him with more comfort than he thought possible. The familiar way she uttered it, filled with that passionate intenisty that he alwayts felt privileged to be able to draw out of her. This was no exception now. The feel of her hands roaming over his body, touching him . . . the completedness he felt when entangled with her, buried inside of her . . . he wanted to savor every moment. Memorize every sensation; every single thing about this moment. She met each of his thrusts as he began to pick up the pace, his hips pushing forward, deeper into her with stronger more determined thursts within her heat.

His lips pressed agsinst her own before moving to her cheeks, her neck where he teased the skin between his teeth. One hand trailed over her body, wanting to touch as much of her as possibe while his other rested against her hips. Each breathy grunt slightly muffled by the way his lips were pressed against her skin, his heart racing as he felt himself throbbing within her, signaling that he was close. Which only made him move faster and more purposefully. She felt so damn good that he never wanted this to end. Her name involuntarily fell from his lips, spoken in the same way she had said his: the height of passion and pleasure, as there was no one else on his mind . . . no one else he would rather be with. The thought would have scared him if he wasn't so set on it. On being with her.

[Roma Bragg]

How cute. Earth Skills. As if I will ever need to know any of that. We aren't going to Earth for another hundred years, so me learning some pointless tricks on how to make fire is only wasting my time, and I have more important people to do.

Roma

It was too much! Not just physically, but emotionally. After being alone for so long, she was feeling everything again. Where she had been cold, her body felt on fire, and inside her even more so. Where she had been alone, she not felt wanted. Where she had bee afraid, she now felt safe. He had done that, had always done that, since the day she had heard him say 'she's with me'. He kissed her, before his nipped at her neck. The feeling of his teeth caused her fingers to curl, and her nails to scratch over his back as she fisted her hand, needing the illusion of holding on.

He was growing close. She could tell. Reading his emotions had always been hard for her, but reading him here--she had learned to read him here. Where outside the bed Bellamy had always played things close to his chest, and you never quite knew what he was thinking; in bed she had learned to read him. Perhaps it was why she she so often pushed herself at him.

Her body grew stiff, as she fought to reach the climax. Roma's eyes squeeze tightly shut and she tried to pull in enough air to keep her breathing. She get everything building, just out of each. And then he said her name, and she was lost. He'd not done that before, not like this, and the sound of caused hot tears to fall over her cheeks as the euphoric wave shot up from where he was buried within her and flooded her body in a sharp burst of something stronger then she had felt before. She had never been one to be quite, but the cry that fell from her lips as her head feel back, was louder, less practiced, then before. She had no more control, she could only feel. And for the first time since she entered the woods--it felt perfect.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

48 of the people

I SWORE TO PROTECT

The sound that came out of Roma was enough to push him to that point of finding his release, knowing she had reached her peak of euphoria. And knowing even better how much more incredible it felt when they reached that state together. Though incredible, wasn't even the word to describe it. With a final thrust, a final grunt and sound of pleasure, he spilled himself inside of her, burying his head against her neck as he relaxed his shoulders and grip on her. He wasn't ready to pull out. Not yet. He felt complete, whole, being a part of her; joining their bodies in this way. His chest heaved as he attempted to catch his breath, small tears of sweat dampening his hair. He slowly raised his head, wanting to look at her, to gaze at her in all her beauty. It was then that he noticed the tears. Unsure what had prompted them, fearing the worst that it was due to a triggering experience that she had endured.

He didn't know what she had been through; hell, he hadn't even asked, selfishly needing her in both the physical and emotional sense. Had another touched her? Hurt her? The protective instinct he felt for her, stronger than her just being a former delinquent, kicking in . . . though it didn't ruin the moment. Instead, he moved his lips to kiss away her tears; her cheek, trailing up to the space right under her eye, moving to her eyelid, and then her forehead. Aligning his head with hers once more, he raised his hand to her cheek, gently caressing her soft skin as he looked at her with soft intent. "You ok?" He asked softly, his voice deeper than usual due to all she had made him feel. He still didn't feel like he'd fully come down from the euphoric state she granted him with. But he had composed himself enough to talk, to form words.

[Roma Bragg]

How cute. Earth Skills. As if I will ever need to know any of that. We aren't going to Earth for another hundred years, so me learning some pointless tricks on how to make fire is only wasting my time, and I have more important people to do.

Roma

Roma could feel him inside her. Not just HIM but when he finished inside her she could feel the warm liquid filling her. It was one of her favorite fillings. Pun intended. Her arms were no longer working it seemed. Nothing was. They had fallen back tot he bed to rest near her head while she worked on catching her breath. Her eyes closed as she savored the feeling. His kiss on her cheek was what made them lift to wrap slowly around him again. The little death. It was what some called the climax, and this time she really felt it. When he rested his forehead on her's, and his hand cupped her cheek, she then finally opened her eyes. "You ok?"

A smile made her lips twitch before they broke open into a lazy grin. It didn't last long, for she was still dealing with some heavy emotions, but she did smile. He could do that too her. "I know it's been a while, but I don't think ok has ever covered what we do." She muttered, teasing him as best she could in that moment. Her emotions were still raw, she still had the blood test on her mind, but right now she was far from ok. Before she entered the room she would have said she wasn't ok. She was hurting. Now she wasn't ok, she was feeling a bit better then that. She could feel the wetness under his hand on her cheek, and she knew why he asked. Her tears had been good tears, but Roma rarely cried. The only time she could remember crying was when he had kicked her out of his bed on the Ark.

Her smile faded, as she tried to give him what he was asking for. "It's been a while since I've felt anything but afraid. You make me feel safe." She told him, "Not like safe from others. Safe from everything happening in my head." It was more then she had ever opened to him before, and she wasn't sure how he'd react to her expressing a need for him. They had always been 'no strings' and 'no promises' but right now, she really needed him. Her fingers brushed over a scar, and she looked into his eyes. They both knew they were not talking about the sex when he had asked her if she was ok, and she knew he would know that wasn't what she was asking either. "Are you ok?" She could tell that he had gone through hell. His body bore the results of what looked like fighting and . . . burns? Whatever had happened, she didn't think either of them had been safe since coming down here. Perhaps for him it had not been since he was six, and his sister was born. Tilting her face up, she kissed him. This one meant to comfort rather then for passion.

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