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They had started being flirty, but when he handed her the gun she forgot about everything but the excitement of holding something to powerful! Lilly gripped it in her hand, and looked over it for a moment before lifting it up to tuck into her shoulder like she had seen the guard do so many times. Her hand wasn't near the trigger she she lifted it up to hold it like she might shoot it. She felt strong for the first time since finding out there were things in the woods that wanted to kill them."Gun safety is the first thing we'll be going over tomorrow," That was a good idea! Last thing they needed was someone shooting themselves int he foot.

"You wanna take the lead on it?" He asked and she jerked her head up to look at him in surprise. Her gun lowered so it was by her side rather then up and and pointed. Well, not her gun, but she didn't want to let go of it right now. He wanted her to lead it? She wanted to say yes! She wanted that authority and chance to be like her mother! Her mother had always effortlessly command a room--when she spoke other's listened! At the same time . . . knowing too much was too telling. How would she explain her knowledge? Lilly had not even realized what she had let slip out to him. Knowing what happened to Wells, and seeing how hard Clarke had to work to get accepted . . . she was afraid. "Might sound better coming from you. Or even Miller." Who's dad was an a guard, and everyone knew it.

He told her it wasn't a thing, and she smiled. "What good are things if you get lonely?" She asked him, thinking of how a book would surely get boring after a while. "Or cold." Someone could hug you and keep you warm. "I think people are better then things. There isn't anything out there that I wouldn't trade for my mother right now." She knew talking about her family was risky, because of who she was, but this was Bellamy and she trusted him.

"You have your sister. At least you have your family." She took a step closer, shifting so that she half sat on the broken piano keys and the off key sound echoed in the small room. "I'd give anything for my own." However she wasn't going to let him ask who they were, because she didn't want to risk saying it and turning out like Wells. Her mother was on the council. Some could hold that against her and she wasn't like Clarke--she couldn't do this on her own.

"Then again, we have you." Bellamy had taken care of them, and kept them alive this far. He had fought for them, bleed for them, and never failed in making sure they were ready for what was coming. He was their family now. "There isn't anything I'd trade for you either." She told him, half joking but meaning every word. It wasn't a romantic love. Everyone at the camp loved and respected Bellamy. He was like their old brother in a way, but one you thought was hot. They knew he would come for them, and protect them, and make sure they had food. He'd push pr pull them along. "You're my piano." Something to keep the music alive--only the 100 was the notes.

Lilly pulled her jacket tighter around her--thankful that she wa once again wearing clothes. She had ditched her shirt during the high of being on the ground, but she had since learned that it was too cold to walk around without it. Or without a coat. Once they were in the bunker it was warmer, the fact that it was under ground maybe helping it. She helped get what they could, but eventually Bellamy sent the others on and he stayed behind with her.

Walking into the room behind him, she saw him pressing the broken keys of a piano. "It's the end of the world, and they save room one of these?" She asked both surprised and annoyed it wasn't something they can use. As she got close she looked up at his face. "Guess they didn't want to be completely bored?" She could see it, despite her annoyance before. The wood was cracked, and the paint faded, but it was still whole and sturdy. Her hand touched it for a moment before turning to lean on it, so she faced him. For Lilly pianos had just been apart of life. The privilege part. You saw one often, and seeing one here wasn't a big deal.

Though she liked the look on his face looking at it. It made her smile too, for in the days since finding the guns he had seemed less demon hell bent--and more hopeful. "The end of the world is coming, and you can save one thing? Nothing you need, just something to make the rest of it bearable . . . . what would save?" She expected him to say guns, or something bad ass. Slowly it was becoming more apparent that there were deeper layers to him. It made him unpredictable.

He began kissing his way down her skin, and she tightened the muscles of her belly in effort to make it flatter and thus more kissable! The fact that he was going lower made the anticipation rise. "A guy may have put his hand down your pants," He told her while kissing his way even lower, "But let me touch you with something else," And then his lips kissed her, leaving her sucking in a loud breath, that came quickly back out as a moan.

No guy had done this yet, and she was a bit surprised at how good it felt! Her head arched back, as she worked on breathing steady, though it was hard to even think about breathing when there was this growing feeling that came up from where his mouth was, and into her chest! Her hands, which ad been on his arms while he was up over her, but had fallen away as he moved down, lifted up over her head, as she arched her back! Her leg lifted, and moved to rest on his shoulder, as she tried to adjust to better be able to handle the almost painful feelings! It was perfect, and painful, and chaotic all in the same moment--and then it intensified and broke! As everything flooded her body, leaving her crying out!

He stilled his actions and moved up from her chest to her face, and she looked into his eyes. "You nervous?" He asked moving his lips over her skin toward her ear, and she shivered; though managing to shake her head no. "Don't be," He was removing the last bit of her clothing, while he spoke. "Tell me if you want me to stop." No! "Don't stop." She told him with a slightly smile, "I want to be here." But she just wanted him aware of what he was getting into as well. She loved her mother, but sometimes she had rebelled by being to forward and too willing with boys. Though never going all the way.

"I just didn't want you to be surprised when you went on vacation . . . if you know what I mean." She tried to joke but she wasn't sure it made since. Her hand moved up his side, to the back of his name and she pulled him back to her lips! She wanted this, and she wanted him! That much she knew! They were the adults now! They were the only ones alive on this planet and she was going to live life to the fullest! Her hands skimmed down his back and she paused over when she got to his lowered pants. Taking a moment to build up the courage, she pushed them lower, wanting to see what she was getting in to--or what was getting into her.

He lifted her up, and Lilly jumped slightly so she could wrap her legs around his narrow waist with ease. It caused her center to press into him, and she loved the pressure there! She had experience with boys, but never before had she gone all the way. She wanted too now! She wanted to feel him inside her! Once her back was on the blankets, she felt his leave a trail of kisses over her skin.

His fingers at her pants, made her breath hitch higher, as he slide them lower over her hips and down her legs. Then his mouth was on her again, between her legs and hinting toward where she really wanted his mouth! Reaching for her bra, she pulled it over her head, needing to breathe to take in deeper breaths, and the tight band around her ribs felt even tighter as her need built. Reaching down for one of his hands, she hesitated for only a moment before pulling it up to cup her breast while he kept kissing her down there.

He walked toward her, and lifted a hand, but still didn't touch her! Her head fell back to rest on one of the bars. He was driving her mad by not touching her! What if he didn't know what to do? Surely he did! You didn't tease this much this well, if you weren't confidant in your put out. "Lead the way," He told her and she laughed softly, seeming to understand.

Turning, she started climbing, aware that since he didn't move back that her butt was going in his face. She tried to tighten it with her muscles so it would look better, but the climb took her effort. Once she was up there she moved out of the way for him to join her. Looking around it, she tried to imagine this being the only home they all had now. They'd have to figure something out--but later. Right now she had other things on her mind. Licking her lips she turned to face him, letting him do what he wanted with the blankets before she would try to start taking off his clothes. Using her foot she push the door closed.