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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 27, 2016 22:11:08 GMT
Warm wet tears found their way over her cheeks. It wasn’t many, it wasn’t like she began to sob, but those few tears were already troubling to her. She had known that nobody survived the crash, apart from this one girl that Bellamy himself rescued. Without Bellamy there wouldn’t have been any survivors at all, without his search party not even this girl would have survived. Without him others would be dead as well now. Gena let him tilt her head up. She looked into his eyes, well aware that he had not seen her like this before. Her father had been dead before she met him and she had tried to be there for him as through what he had been through, on the Ark, now here. He had needed her to be strong and now she wasn’t. But looking into his eyes, she knew it was okay. Hearing him say his condolences, she knew it was okay. It was okay. She could fall apart just this once, even if it was just this little.
Gena fisted her hand in his shirt as he pulled her into a hug. The tablet was clutched against her stomach as she leaned against him, head on his shoulder. The safety of his arms, his gentle voice, his understanding, it broke the last dams she had upheld. She started to really cry, probably getting his shirt all wet in the process, but then and there, it was what she needed. She needed to cry this once, in the safety of Bellamys presence, because out there, Gena needed to remain bright and collected and logical and a strong, because someone needed to be that around the hangar.
Slowly the tears dried and Gena could let go of his shirt. They let go a little, still holding each other even as he asked her if she wanted to talk about it. There was not much to say. Still he deserved it and there was no point in not talking about it. “We originally both wanted to stay on factory. But Mom insisted that we don’t stay on the same station when the Ark comes down, so she made me go to Mecha.” Without her mother Gena would be dead now, too. “And people on Mecha survived, people on factory didn’t. I hope it was fast at least.” Painless. She just wished for that. At least she didn’t have to suffer, hopefully. Moving the tablet a bit, she nodded. Bellamy seemed to know exactly what she needed. This was perhaps the only thing that was left of her mother. Farm station hadn’t been found, none of her things have been found, but her moms tablet, this was the most she had of up there, the only thing actually. Gena slowly let go of him, missing the warmth and safety immediately. The brunette hooked it up to a plug by the couch. Sitting down, she patted the spot next to her as she waited if the tablet would come to life.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 26, 2016 22:24:50 GMT
There was a supply run that day. People Gena had associated herself with were out there, making her anxious. She hated going out, which was why she opted to stay in, but at the same time it resulted in her not being able to even think about going to sleep. A now integral part of her routine was gone and in potential danger and really, she hated ever second of it. In the end she had given up on sleep entirely deciding to rather go back to the mess hall, which had been established in the hangar. Since most people were asleep, she sat down to start to peel food for the day, preparing what she could prepare for the first shift. That was until she heard a voice. Someone was here? And awake? Maybe someone else missing someone due to the supply run.
Gena quickly washed her hands. “Just a moment!” She called out as she was drying her hands. She recognized the girl from around the hangar. She often hung with the kids, the delinquents, but she was also one of the remaining mechanics – or was she an engineer? She would have to ask about that one day. “What can I do for you?” Gena asked as she approached the bar. “Couldn’t sleep? Or are you just nocturnal? You’re lucky. The next shift of guards will only fall in here in around two to three hours, so you got the quiet end of the place right now.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 25, 2016 22:20:41 GMT
As he came in, clearly troubled, she had a few things she knew to do. One was to pour him a mug of the tea she had prepared. It was aimed to relief him of the stress he often felt after a shift and it seemed more needed than ever before right now. With the cup she went to where he sat down. The girl with the locks placed it next to him, just in reach, so he could drink whenever he needed to. Then she felt his big, warm hand wrap around her smaller one. With a gentle pull she let him guide her to where he wanted her, not needing him to say anything, because she trusted him and trusted his judgment that he needed this or needed her to be where he would put her. He guided her to him. Gena barely understood the hint though. He wanted her to sit on his lap, probably needing the closeness. Gena complied. She sat down and leaned her shoulder against Bellamys chest, hand still in this, arm now wrapped around him to stabilize herself in that position. And then the bomb dropped, figuratively of course.
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Genas eyes widened in shock. This was unexpected and expected at the same time. He brought the kids through a horrible time. He brought down the mountain, protected their people, their kids, risked his own lives while others sat back and watched. He was one of the people they associated with action, not just empty words and promises. Gena let go of his hand to place it over his heart, smiling at him. The people electing him, mirroring what she thought all this time.
“They put their trust in you, Bellamy. And with right. You’ve kept the 100 alive – and don’t give me that ‘some died’ crap, ALL of them would have died without their leaders and you know it. They would have either been killed by the Grounders or themselves. You risked your life for our people so often, Bellamy. You aren’t full of empty words, your word holds true. What you say you do, you do and people trust it. You earned their trust and admiration. You’re a great leader.” Gena moved her hand to his hair, gently massaging his scalp just over his ear. She looked into his eyes. “They voted for the man who brought them through all of this and didn’t expect anything else in return.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 25, 2016 20:47:10 GMT
As Gena got up - with Bellamy aiding her, making it easier – she was surprised to hear him sneeze. Honestly this was the first time ever she heard that and saw it. Bellamy Blake, the seemingly invincible Bellamy Blake, former cadet, former janitor and leader sneezed and not unlikely it was due to the cold. She should return his jacket to him, but Gena knew there was next to no point to trying. This was Bellamy after all. He was the kind of person to want others safe and warm, even though he suffered, which was currently probably the case. So she didn’t try.
“It’s still weird to know that you can call doctor Griffin Abby.” But he knew her daughter closely, her first name was probably coming in a deal with his closeness to the missing girl and his closeness with the council. He had been leading the kids that had been sent down to earth, he was still taking care of them, too. Of course he knew this woman by her first name, but that was not the priority here. The priority was and had to be getting both of them warm. Warm meant inside, with a blanket, though she had only one. “I have a blanket. One of those redish – orange ones.” They weren’t thick and warm at all, but it was all she had at the moment. “My place is horrible for winter. No heating either. Like none. I let in the cold once and there is no way for me to get the warmth back.” Gena leaned against him, seeking not only his warmth, but to give him hers as well.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 24, 2016 23:40:36 GMT
Not going inside sounded wonderful to her, especially since inside they couldn’t make good use of the berries anymore and she really loved using them on Bellamy. She loved painting his darker skin with the purple color. It fit somehow. More interesting than that were his kisses, though. So she was not the only one feeling more than she should. They were friends, but maybe they were becoming more than that. Now was not the time to name it, though. Naming it would make it complicated and for now complicated was exactly what they didn’t need. They needed something lighthearted, he did. And she wanted this to remain light and easy, not complicated with finding names to something that might not even need a name. She loved him, as a friend before and more every day. He was right though, showering was not nearly original enough for him. He had managed to get to earth on a dropship, he needed a proper thrill.
Gena got up from him, immediately missing his contact, his warmth, but she had a reason to get up. Gena walked to the lake he had been cleaning off at. She reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head. Once she was only in her bra, she turned around to look at Bellamy with a grin. “I hope you’re brave enough.” Was she though? Gena wasn’t sure. But then again it was Bellamy. He knew to respect a girl, his mother raised him right. Reaching behind her, the young woman undid her bra and pulled it off. Her back was still to Bellamy, but that changed the moment she turned around. “Is a swim original enough?” Gena was biting her lower lip, tilting her head a little as she awaited his reaction.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 24, 2016 22:02:38 GMT
“Don’t worry.” It wasn’t like he had come there in the middle of the night when normal people wouldn’t be awake. He couldn’t have known she managed to catch a bit of rest, so Gena wouldn’t be mad at him for that. Besides he was someone she was really happy to be around. They’ve been friends for so long. Spending time with Bellamy was easy and she loved it. It was so easy that she didn’t mind him seeing her with her head ruffled and messy from sleeping or any other way that other women might have felt bad about. Not around Bellamy, not ever around him, because he would never use it against anyone. “I’m always awake enough for your company. Even when I’m sleeping. You know that.” Usually he did. Gena had fallen asleep on him before and he had made sure she was comfortable and stayed. So she was always awake enough for his company. “Are you awake?” She asked him. For a moment he seemed to just stare at her. Maybe something was off about her clothing. Had her shirt ridden up? No.
But he was there for a purpose, she saw that the moment he held out the thing for her. From the wreckage of Factory station. Gena remained unmoving for a moment, trying to steal herself for what it could mean. She wasn’t usually there even though she worked there. It could be an object she left in the canteen and he recognized. But as she took it, she had an idea what it was. The shape alone. “Thank you.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. As she unwrapped it, Gena found her mothers tablet. She managed to hold up the smiling façade for a moment longer, until the pain registered with her. Her mom was really on factory. She was really among the dead. It hurt. Her stomach twisted, her lip began to quiver as her eyes stung with the tears that started to well up. “It was moms.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 24, 2016 21:08:37 GMT
The way he held her, held onto her really, gave away how bad it was. Bellamy was not one to cling to someone as if his life depended on it. His life really did not depend on it at all. But when he felt like it, it was bad and only human. He needed her far more than any other in Arkadia might need a drink. Bellamy deserved someone to be there for her. And she was touched he chose to come to her. It meant a lot. Gena hoped she would not disappoint him. He deserved happiness, even though it seemed far away not. Was it because of the mountain? She had never cared to ask for the full recount for what happened and would not do so now, because he needed to be able to do it at his paced, it was more evident than ever, how important this was. He needed to chose what he wanted to tell her and when.
Gena brought him to her couch, gently made him sit down, before she untangled herself from him, not for long, though. She had no intention to be away from him for long. She just grabbed a blanket to wrap around him. Then Gena lowered herself to her knees, untying his boots and pulling them off. She wanted to get him comfortable. Once she had him wrapped in the blanket, she slipped under as well, going back to wrapping her arms around her friend, holding him close, though lose enough to allow him to adjust the position to the one he needed the most and that was something Gena could not anticipate.
“You’re safe.” She whispered again. “You can let it out, Bell. I’m not going to judge you. Let it all out or just… cuddle and have company. Whatever is best for you. But you’re safe. Everything will be fine.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 24, 2016 19:11:08 GMT
There was warmth in her cheeks, she knew she was blushing like she was a lot younger than she was, but she didn’t care for that. He made her feel a lot younger, too, like a blushing giggling teenager, one that would throw berries at her best friend and the boy she liked, which currently happened to be the same person. The fact that he had responded to the kiss the way he did, though, made the heat in her cheeks rise just a little higher. Though it didn’t matter. Bellamy might tease her a bit, but never maliciously, that was just not him. Gena bit her lip as they both pulled away, not able to anticipate what he would be doing next.
He kissed her again. This time it was less of a gentle peck to test out the limits of their relationship, but a kiss based on being assured that this was okay between them, because it was okay between them. Gena kissed him back as deeply as she could, letting their tongues fight for dominance, gently running her hand through his hair as he pulled her even closer. With her body pressed to his as much as she thought possible, she couldn’t help but moan into their kiss. Thought that was sadly the moment they had to break apart, not by their choice, she could have kissed him for a lot longer. It was someone clearing their throat and announcing for them to “Get a room.” Now that was embarrassing, but also amusing. Gena giggled. She let her head drop to Bellamys shoulder as she giggled against him.
“Too bad, I have no intention of going to a room, it’s so nice here right now.” She lifted her head again to look into his eyes. “Unless you want to.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 24, 2016 16:16:00 GMT
The brunette had been asked to work early that day, to help prepare with going out for the wreckage of factory station. Once that was done she took over a shift in the kitchen. Right now Arkadia was still flexible, which was why her shifts weren’t fully fixed. After the work was done, Gena made sure someone would cover for her in the bar in the evening. She intended to go there tonight as well, but for a different reason entirely. It had become a bit of a routine again for Bellamy to hang behind while she cleaned, even for him to help her as they talked about their days, about whatever came to their minds. With every passing days it resulted in her growing more and more fond of this time. Tonight she wanted to go there just to hang with Bellamy and talk to him, maybe even have a proper drink with him.
Gena toed her shoes off once she was in her room and made her way over to the bed / couch. She usually only had pillows on the bed to turn it into a couch, but for now she didn’t bother taking them down. She just lay down for a nap, covering herself with a blanket. There was no telling for Gena how long she slept. It was not the alarm she set that woke her, but a gentle, but firm knock at her door, one that only one person so far managed. Gena walked to the door, her hair a mess of untamed curls, her eyes small from just having woken, a small yawn escaped her, before she grinned, seeing that it was indeed Bellamy. What a sight to wake up to.
“Hey there, sexy.” She greeted, hoping to get a little reaction out of him. Gena then moved forward to wrap her arms around him in a quick hug. “Want to come in? Or is something the matter?”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 23, 2016 23:51:19 GMT
Sometimes Gena was baffled at how smooth it all went. When she woke after a nap – one much needed nap given that she worked in the bar late – her eyes once more fell onto their belongings spread out together, fitting almost perfectly together, as perfectly as she felt she fit into Bellamys arms. It was a strange, yet amazing feeling. They had everything in here that they could need. Bellamy was gone, probably working and Gena would see if she was needed tonight soon, but other than that she had the day off. She had been asked to switch shifts with someone and decided not to tell Bellamy, to surprise him with something private and relaxing when he would come back from his shift.
Gena had started up the movable stove – or camping stove – they had. They kept a bit of food in his room anyway, so Gena could easily start on her plan. She didn’t have elaborate things on her plan, just a tea and a soup for the two of them, which should be able to stay warm until he came home. She turned down the heat just enough so it would stay warm, but not too hot until Bellamy returned home. He returned earlier than she expected, though. Only shortly after she turned down the heat, he stood in the room, asking her if she had a minute. That combined with his expression immediately gave her the impression it was serious and shouldn’t wait to be talked about. She took his problems seriously after all, wanted just the best for him. Gena nodded.
“Actually, I switched shifts with Sarah, so I’m off all day. I have all the time you want. What happened? You look troubled, Bell.” And he usually didn’t hide his feelings from her. On top of it did he never put on a face to suggest he was troubled when he was not, this was real and Gena was immediately worried for him. “Sit down, please.” The girl with the locks asked him, wanting him to get off his feet to hopefully ground himself a bit.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 22, 2016 23:08:51 GMT
Making a whole new place her home wasn’t easy, what made it a lot easier was her best friend. He was the constant she never thought she would come to need, but with the Ark crashing down everything had changed. Her immediate surrounding was gone and while she was glad to know her mother didn’t suffer a part of her was glad she didn’t have to think of her too often, people distracted her from it and so she was left with those thoughts at night, where she could deal, slowly. She missed her. Gena still found herself turning around to find her, but not seeing her no longer made the smile disappear. The smile on Genas face remained due to her friend Bellamy. He made it easy for her, maybe it was because she was worried for him and thus distracted from her sorrows. What he has been through was more important to her. Gena was arranging paper and the new tablet in her room, when she heard a knock on the door.
Opening it, she saw Bellamy, the man she had just thought about. The Bellamy she saw, was one she knew. Things had happened in his life, that left him looking as hollow as he looked right now. It took so much work on his part to come back from it and he always did. He always managed to pick himself up. Gena knew where he was today. Someone had mentioned it in passing. Gena was meant to go to Mount Weather at one point as well, but this time she had sat it out. Now she was glad she did. She might not have been a help to Bellamy during it at all, but she could try to now, because what had caused this was not around right now. She wrapped her arms around him gently, holding him. One hand went to the back of his head, massaging his scalp, while the other kept holding him. “It’s okay, Bellamy.” She whispered against him. “It’s okay. You’re here, you’re safe, you’re home. I got you.” She didn’t know what exactly to say immediately, but she guessed he needed contact and support now and that she could give. She could hold him and be a physical as well as an emotional support. Making a mental note to cancel her shift that night, she gently guided him inside, wanting to make him as comfortable as possible.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 22, 2016 6:17:57 GMT
“Monty” Gena began, clearly trying to fit a face to that name. She was still learning all those kids names. Some stuck more than others, for various reasons. Raven for example stuck, because they got along rather easily. Then there was this Nathan, who was easy going and a bit of a gentleman. Everyone else seemed to call him Miller though. She had an idea who Monty was, though. “He’s the skinny kid with the sad look, trying to smile for the others?” It had to be him. She remembered someone calling him Monty as well. And since he hung around with mostly girl and the other male was Nathan, it had to be him. “He seems like a good kid.” He really seemed like a good kid, very mindful of the others, getting them drinks, even though he obviously had issues himself. It reminded her a bit of Bellamy as well. He was putting on a bit of a façade for the others as well.
“I’ll just use you as guinea pig for those drinks tomorrow evening then.” If he agreed, but something told her that this might just easily become a routine for them again. He seemed to need it, to need someone to just be there, to listen and not as questions that might run too deep. She could be that, Gena knew him well enough to know she could adjust to what he needed, whatever it was. Something made her want to ready some food for him as well, right now actually. “So, what do you say: I make us a small snack? I could use a bite after my shift. An actual snack. You haven’t gotten my cooking in quite a while after all and I never heard you complain. Now is your chance, though: complain about my cooking. I’m not holding a spoon to throw after you yet.” Not that she would.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 22, 2016 5:55:49 GMT
It was comfortable, being settled against him like that. He was strong, there was no doubt about that in any position, but right now she could really feel it. She felt his muscle move under her, but she also felt bad. She didn’t want him to get cold. There had to be something that could keep both of them warm, that included both of his sides, not just one. Cuddling up like that did do the trick on one side, but he was exposed on the other and she was not okay with that. Gena reached over to place her hand on his side. It wasn’t that cold anymore, but not as remotely warm as the hand in his was getting. This was comfortable. Gena barely noticed the others reacting to them, because what did it matter? Let them talk, let them think what they wanted to think, they couldn’t control it. It was important what they thought. Right now her thoughts were on how comfortable she felt snuggled warm against Bellamy, in his jacket.
“Thank you.” Gena whispered against him. It was not something to take for granted. He didn’t have to warm her. Their friendship was one thing, but this was a very physical thing as well as emotional. She didn’t want to overstep limits. She wanted the things to progress at both their terms and she was aware that with the things he’s seen she should adjust to his pace, not the other way around. “Maybe we should go inside now.” Gena suggested. “I mean it’s so nice at a fire, but we’re more protected from wind inside and you” she poked at his side “are quite exposed. I don’t want you to get sick, just because your mother raised you to be a gentleman. Come on. Let's go inside and find ourselves a half warm corner.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 19, 2016 20:04:34 GMT
Gena didn’t care what this looked like. People could come here any second and catch the two of them sitting like this on the ground, with his body exposed and the purple color of berries staining their bodies. People would think there was more to them than just being friends. In many ways Gena had no problem with that. First: Let people talk. They had so much to talk about, but somehow people talked about the things they weren’t meant to talk about at all. Better this than about death, death and more death. This was so much better. This wasn’t death, this was life. This was Bellamy being alive again, his smile, him just letting go of the responsibility and weight on his shoulder and instead just acting his age, acting like the young man he was, not the weighted down leader everyone saw in him these days. She liked Bellamy Blake the young man a lot better than the leader. While Gena trusted the leader, she loved the young man. She loved him in more than one way, which made this situation a lot weirder and worse at the same time.
With them sitting like that, Gena was very aware of his body underneath hers, of his upper body touching hers. She couldn’t speak, found no words to respond to what he just said. She wanted to, but there was something stopping her. Maybe it was his hands, his big hands. It was not the first time she noticed how big his hands were compared to her body. She was by no means a small person, average size, but still her hands were tiny in his and now his hands touched her in a way that would usually not leave her as speechless as she was right now. She was even more speechless when he started to kiss her cheek. His soft lips, even his tongue erased every thought from her mind. Without even thinking Genas hand settled in the back of his neck, massaging the spot where his head met his spine. Gena had never told him why she did this. Part of it was obviously due to his insanely fluffy and wonderful hair, that simply wanted to be played with or at least it seemed like it.
Still without a clear thought in her head, Gena turned her head. Normally she would have thought about it, but she was way too in the moment, way too enchanted by everything he was, everything he made them. When Gena pressed her lips to his it was soft, almost tentative, scared of what this would do to them as friends, but why should this change anything? They were grown and this was something beautiful and she loved him, as a friend and so much more. She wanted only the best for him and maybe that wasn’t her and she would be okay with that, after a while at least.
When Gena pulled away it felt easy, this was her best friend, everything with him was easy and after a moment of panic even this felt so damn easy and natural. She placed both her hands in his hair now and smiled at him, wanting this to be as easy as possible for the two of them. “You should color my lips some more.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 18, 2016 0:56:49 GMT
In all honesty the heating wasn’t the most important part for her this winter. Sure it would make things a lot easier, especially for her, but that was not what was most important. They needed food, they needed security. They could always get a lot closer during winter if they needed warmth. And with them working on the heating, It should be on in no time. She should stop shivering at one point or at least she hoped she would. Cold was not something she liked, Gena found. She had a hard time coping with it, actually, a really hard time, which was why she was hoping Bellamy would sit at the bonfire with her before she had to go out and sleep so she was ready for the next day. She didn’t know if she would get any sleep at all given that she would be shivering the entire time she guessed.
Being led to the bonfire by him, Gena found herself in a more intimate situation than she anticipated. One moment she was so focused on shivering, the next she sat next to Bellamy surrounded fully be him, his spell, his presence. She leaned against his shoulder as he held her hand, his warm larger hands giving of the kind of warmth she hadn’t felt in quite a while. As she leaned against him, she still breathed in, smelling his masculine scent that smelled of safety. And right now he even managed to protect her from the worst cold. She wanted to make it up to him, keep him warm as well, but the shivering hadn’t stopped yet and she knew her hands must be like ice between his. Finally he asked her about the drink. Looking up at him, she saw nothing that suggested he was teasing her, but a lot that was suggesting he was genuinely just trying to get her warm. Gena felt this sensation again, her heart was beating so fast, she feared it would beat out of her chest, there was this fluttering sensation in her stomach, but somehow positive, too, way too positive to be normal, right? “Nice try.” But it was more than that, wasn’t it? Gena felt her cheeks go a bit warmer than they usually did, especially given that she felt miserably cold. Was she blushing? Oh damn. “Fine, you win. You get to give me the drink after all. That’s how cold I am.” But at the same time it was a bad idea. “On second thought: Can you get the drink without moving? You’re warm. I don’t want that drink enough to lose the warmth.”
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