For The Ones We Love

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy hadn't fallen into a deep sleep. He was drifting in and out for a little bit but then again, that wasn't unusual under the circumstances. This was not the first night he had spent a significant amount of in Braeden's bed. It had started with a purpose: to use the information she was privvied to in order to help his sister. She had the listing of surprise inspections and Bellamy would often sneak that information. His mother had done something similar with Officer Grus.

 He supposed he had taken a page from her book, but he did what he had to do. The Blakes were not privileged and hardly had anything to offer . . . other than themselves apparntly. With their mother's death, Bellamy had to do everything within his power to protect Octavia, and if this was what it took, then he did it without a second thought. Or so, that had been the plan. But plans changed. He found himself feelng more for Braeden than he should be. It wasn't good. It wasn't safe. And yet . . . he couldn't stop himself.

He had carefully removed himself from the bed, ensuring not to wake her up since he quite enjoyed holding her as they slept after sex. He quietly walked over to where this secure information was kept -- as this wasn't his first time getting it. He took a quick look, instantly memorizing the dates, before he returned to the bed. He sat at the edge of it, knowing he had to go as he couldn't leave Octavia for the entire knight.

He just found himself sitting there, his feet on the ground, as he was seated on the edge of the bed, wondering if this much guilt was meant to be associated with such actions. It would be so much easier if he didn't care. If he hadn't fallen for her and felt things for her that he hadn't felt for anyone else. Frustrated with himself, he reached for his pants and started to pull them on, debating if he should wake her or just sneak out.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden Quinn felt someone sit on the bed, and she opened her eyes, to look at his naked back. A sight she should be used too. "If I didn't know better, I would say you were running home to a wife." She told him, unamused but not with any heat in her words. She never understood why he always hurried off in the middle of the night. Did he really fear commitment so much? She didn't want the husband thing either right now, but at least she managed to stay in bed all night!

Which sucked, because she was supposed to be the girl who left the guys--and now she had fallen in love with a guy who couldn't bring himself to stay all night. She might not have understood irony in school, but she lesson was learnt now. Still, she couldn't make herself ask him to stay. The no would hurt too much--both her pride and her heart. Moving forward she sat on the edge of the bed, facing him, and unashamed of her lack of anything on. "What if I wasn't done with you yet?" It was as close to asking him that she could bring herself too right now. She wanted it to be enough! She wanted him to like her back, and for this to maybe--MAYBE turn into them being a power couple in the guard. They could rule this one day!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He had woken her up. He hadn't meant to, but he wasn't sure if he was sorry about it or not. He loved spending time with her, but it was also getting increasingly difficult to have to face her after looking at the confidentual information. A reminder, of why this had started. But not the only reason it had continued. He gave a slight smile at her words. A wife. Not quite a wife, but one he was equally -- if not more -- committed to. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, questioning the possibiity of her not being done with him. The thought of that . . . it sure as hell made him want to stay.

It was getting harder to leave her each night they were together and he knew it was only a matter of time before he ended up staying the entire night. It was a big step; one that he both feared -- because he knew what it would mean -- but also wanted, because of his strong, undeniable feelings for her. He leaned forward, his his hand going to her cheek while his lips went to her own.

He kissed her deeply, wanting to forget about the complications of this. He wished it could be just as simple as being with her. But it wasn't. It never could be. He slowly eased out of the kiss, his forehead rested against hers. "Far be it from me to not let you finish what you started," he said teasingly, kissing the corner of her mouth before leaning back just a little. "Figured I wore you out for the night," he continued to tease. It wasn't meant to be a challenge though knowing her, he wouldn't be surprised if it was taken as one. Nor would he entirely mind.

[Braeden Quinn]

He moved to kiss her and touch her cheek. "Far be it from me to not let you finish what you started," What? She raised her eye brows, and stared at him. Her face a mix of amusement and playful anger when he spoke his next words. "Figured I wore you out for the night," He did what?

Braeden moved so she could swing her leg around so she could be kneeling over him, with her knees on the bed and her ass in his lap. Her hands moving to pull open the laps of his pants. "Tire me out? I think you are mistaken." She teased, with playful fire in her tone. Like a pretend anger she could us to toy with him about. Pushing him back so he was laying on his back she moved back to pull his pants all the way off him. "If you are going to tire me out, then you need to step up your game, Blake." A tease that came as she moved to straddle him, while on her knees and over him. "Because I don't think you can." She challenged him right back--because he had to have known that what he said was only going to make her playfully made at him, and start getting bossy in bed.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He should have expected this response from her. Hell, he anticipated it. So when she moved to sit astride him and push him back on the bed, he made no objections. He just smirked at her reaction to his teasing words. Feeling the freedom of the removal of his pants -- though it hadn't exactly been long since he put them on, making that familiar ache start to spread in him. Especially with how she was sitting on top of him, the way they were pressed against each other. She returned the challenge, suggesting that he was the one lacking the stamina.

"Really?" He said with a slightly raisd eyebrow and a clear teasing tone in his voice. "You should know better than to doubt me, Quinn," he playfully retorted, using her last name since she had used his -- as it was what they were referred to in their current positions. With that he swiftly flipped them so that he was positioned on top of her, his hands went to each of hers, holding them above her head, practically having her pinned against the bed.

He knew she was assertive, so he just continued their tease by altering positions and ensuring she couldn't easily move her hands -- though would instantly release his hold should she not appreciate the position. He was not one to force himself on a woman, nor put them in an undesirable or uncomfortable position. With an amused smile, he looked at her, his fingers interlocked with hers as he continued to press her hands against the bed. "Maybe you shouldn't think at all," he teased, suggesting he would do something to ensure that. His lips lowered to her neck, creating a trail of kisses along it and lightly teasing her skin between his teeth before caressing it with his tongue.

[Braeden Quinn]

"Really?" He said, clearly about to rise to the challenge. "You should know better than to doubt me, Quinn," He had flipped her to her back, and now his hands were forcing her's to move over her head. Braeden didn't mind in the least, and locked her fingers around his when he threaded them together. This was why she loved him--he was strong enough that this didn't feel weak, but still had the soft touches that the girl in her really wanted as well. She didn't have to be one or the other with him--she could be herself.

"Maybe you shouldn't think at all," Maybe he had a point! At least until he was done! Her legs tangled with his, moving up so her thigh was between his legs and she could move against his groin to stroke him there with her soft skin of her leg. "Just because you have the upper hand, Blake, doesn't mean I surrender." To his knowing how to tire her out. Her other leg lifted up to rest around his hips, while she basked in his attentions that he was delivering down on her.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He continued to be amused by her words, letting out a small smile in between each touch of her skin before he put his mouth to better use. She felt so good, tasted so good. He let out a few heavy breaths, feeling the sensation of her skin rubbing against his, only making that aching desire intensify. "You sure about that?" He asked, his lips moving lower on her body, down her chest, to her stomach, to the folds of her center. He kissed around around it, teasing it for a moment, having been forced to let go of her hands and instead, position them on either side of her waist to keep her in place for a moment. "What about now?" He said in a low voice before capturing her center into his mouth. He knew that this, none of this had to do with the reasons he had initially started sleeping with her for.

Maybe subconsciously, it had always been about more than that. He didn't know. What he did know though was that he wanted to pleasure her. He wanted to be with her. He hated that he had done this, used a woman in this way . . . and he doubted he could ever make that right. But in this moment, right now, he wanted to just enjoy her. He wanted to teasingly do what he had playfully told her: ensure she didn't think, surrender in this way. He was going to focus on that, and not the nature of their relationship. He moved his tongue between the folds of her skin, his fingers pressing into her waist as he pulled more of her into his mouth, teasing, caressing, stroking her core.

[Braeden Quinn]

"You sure about that?" He asked while moving lower, and she felt her body tense in a wonderful way, knowing what was coming next. "What about now?" He asked again, moving to begin teasing her with his mouth. "Don't get cocky, Bla--ake" She had tired not to groan or give a sign that he was pleasing her, but when speaking she had broken his name up, a pleased gasp between it. What she loved about his tongue more then his fingers was how nibble it was, and fast it could work!

Her hands fisted into the pillow by her head, and her legs fell open to allow him more room. He had been her first, and then they'd parted ways. Since he had come back to her though, he had grown in skill! She didn't even care where he learned it as long as he kept his attentions where she wanted them! On her, and maybe even on a shared future one day! "Damn, Bellamy . . . " She couldn't finish the rest, as he stole her train of thought.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He couldn't help but feel cocky in this moment. He liked doing this, knowing he could, taking advantage of the parts of her body to grant her that height of pleasure . . . much like he was doing now. Her voice trailed off, which further encouraged him as he continued to use all parts of his mouth against her core. She tasted amazing, felt amazing . . . everything about her was just so damn amazing. He couldn't stop whatever his heart filled with whenever he was with her. It had surpassed the physical -- even though that was what it had initially been about.

This wasn't like his mom and Grus. She had loathed him, he could see it in her face the way she reacted to his less than subtle touches. It didn't feel like that with Braeden . . . it felt right. And it shouldn't. It wasn't fair to Braeden, it wasn't fair to Octavia and it was way too selfish of Bellamy. But he couldn't stop himself. Especially not right now. He groaned with pleasure against her center, deriving his own form of enjoyment from these actions. A hand moved behind her, cupping her as he slightly lifted her lower body to push her against where he already captured her between his lips. He could feel her getting close, and wanted to push her over the edge as much as he could.

[Braeden Quinn]

She was growing close, and Braeden pulled the pillow down before her face to muffle her moans--not from shyness, but because being too loud would hep him know he was winning. Everything tensed and grew taunt, as she felt her body flood his face with a rush of wetness! She left out a muffled cruse from the feeling of climax, her thighs coming together to wrap around his head for a moment before she was able to relax them! Bloody hell! Oh eff! He was good with his mouth!

She stayed there, breathing in giant gasps of air for a moment before reaching for his shoulder and tugging to encourage him to come up to her, so she could kiss him and taste herself on his lips. She moved up to meet him half way, so they were both on their knees, before she moved to sit on his lap. "Put it in me," She told him, in one of her more bolder demands. When he moved his penis to her entrance, Braeden sat down over him, and her head fell back. Using his shoulders for leverage, she began riding him, taking what she needed from him. Her lips sought out his, and she kissed him again, seeking to taste him deeper as she rode him.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He could hear, more than see, the muffled sounds of pleasure. If he wasn't so preoccupied and could pull away, he would, and get that pillow away from her so that he could hear the proof of her enjoyment. But he didn't. Instead, he would just see evidence of it from the way her body reacted. For soon enough, his mouth filled with the result of her reaching that peak of euphoria. His tongue dragged along her inner thigh to clean off the liquid proof of her enjoyment. He felt her legs release their hold around him and instead, she proceeded to pull him up, aligning their bodies once more as she kissed him. He coaxed her mouth open to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring her but now in a different way. He went along with her lead as she moved their positions, now on his lap, giving him rather explicit instructions that he felt no ounce of hesitation toward.

He guided himself to her and she met him by pushing forward as he thrust inside of her. Bellamy heavily exhaled in the sensation of being inside of her. It always felt incredible, and never lessened in the intensity of its pleasure despite the frequency of their actions. She started to move over him and he thrusted inside of her, meeting each action of hers perfectly in sync. Any deep growns of pleasure were silenced by her kiss, eagerly returning it with fervent need. One hand went to her back while the other went behind her, pressing her against him with each push inside of her, moving deeper and deeper inside of her. The need to breath came over him, as he eased out of the kiss, nestling his head against her neck, his mouth open to taste her skin. "That the best you can do?" He teased, his words spoken between heavy pants, his thrusts quickening in pace and deepening.

[Braeden Quinn]

"That the best you can do?" He teased her, and she would have laughed had she been able to focus her body on it long enough to think about laughing. However, he had her feeling needy, and on edge. As if the first round, and this last orgasm wasn't enough. She needed more. Wanted it. It was as if it would never be enough. Not with him! Each time they did this, or spent time together she wanted more of it. More of him, his time his attentions. She never had come to ask for it, but she had made it clear with her actions rather then her words. She wanted him--here, now, later, however they could spend time together.

Her lips found his ear, as they moved together, and it took her a few moments to get enough air in order to speak, and then another moment to speak through their thrusting, as the tight pinch of pleasure was budding and making it hard to think! "Don't---Don't make me gag you, Blake." She teased, knowing that wasn't their style, but also knowing that he would know she was joking. She liked their games, and this one was just one of many!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Amid their vigorous actions, Bellamy formed a small smirk in reaction to her words, playfully suggesting gagging him. "Then I'll find a better use for my mouth instead of talking," he managed to get out in a low, voice, one that held a slight rasp to it due to all she was making him feel. And the intensity of what they were doing. His movements became quicker, feeling himself growing closer to that edge, to his release. His breathing quickened just as his thrusts did, nestling his head in the crook of her neck as he teased her skin between his teeth to help muffle sny sounds that were involuntarily escaping him.

His fingers pressed into her waist, his other arm wrapped around her. His throbbing inside of her signaled his closeness and it only took a few more thrusts before he found his release within her. It was met with a breathy grunt of sheer pleasure, as his forehead rested against her neck. Small tears of sweat were on his forehead, slightly dampening his hair. His grip on her body loosened, though he still kept his arms around her as he just basked in the glorious aftermath. His chest heaved, attempting to catch his breath. Each night he spent with her, it was getting harder and harder to leave her.

[Braeden Quinn]

Everything tightened, and grew to that almost painful euphoric feeling of the pending orgasm. Her fingers moved to the back of his head when he buried it into her neck, and she held him there--wanting this moment to last forever. "Bellamy," She moaned out his name without thinking of how it would affect into their game--no longer caring about anything but him and him being inside her.

When the dam finally broke, and she exploded around him, Braeden squeezed him tightly to her--and then her fingers loosened, and her hole body felt boneless. Falling backwards, Braeden let herself slide from his lap to rest on the bed. She was sucking in large breaths of air, in attempt to catch her breath, Braeden didn't care that it was giving him a view. "This does not mean I surrender," She teased breathlessly, looking up at him and realizing she had her own view. A very nice view of her him sitting over her. Her eyes raked over his skin, never wanting to look away. Damn he was hot.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She said his name in a tone he loved hearing, before she found her own peak of ecstasy. Together, they baksed in teh aftermath before she pulled away and lay back on the bed. Bellamy's eys remained on her, his gaze slowly lingering over her exposed body -- her pefect, alluring, breathtaking body. She spoke of how this didn't mean she surrendered and a smirk re-emerged on his face. He collapsed next to her, lying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling.

"I think it does," he said teasingly. "But whatever keeps your pride in tact," he further joked as he turned his body, his head in his hand as it was propped up with his elbow. He just took the moment to look at her, really look at her. His other hand casually went to her cheek as he leaned down a litle to kiss her deeply, slowly, pulling away before it led to something else though he didn't move his mouth far from hers. "I have to go," he admitted, hating that he did. Wishing he could spend the night. But Octavia was all alone and he ddn't like leaving her by herself.