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Post by John Murphy on Mar 8, 2016 23:29:12 GMT
He eased back without resistance. Although he considered it to provoke a rougher interaction, he enjoyed the tender moments just as much. It was uncommon for him to have someone who could offer either with the same affection. He left his temptation unanswered, instead allowing the other to do what he wanted without hindering.
As Bellamy settled on top, Murphy adjusted just enough to accommodate. Moving one leg a little aside while the other rested between Bellamy's. At the break of the kiss, he relinquished his grasp on the older male's hair, withdrawing his arm from around to raise them above him to the bed. Lazing while he enjoyed the attention with a telltale grin revealing a hint of smug contentment. As Bellamy continued, he tilted his head to expose his neck, urging more, the warm touch spurring a faint roll of his hips up to his partner's. Despite his indulgent basking, he couldn't resist for long, the younger male now bringing his arms to wrap around while letting one hand trace the curve of Bellamy's back, before abruptly leaning up and taking the opportunity to bite at his neck.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 8, 2016 5:55:16 GMT
The smirk at the other's words was brief, the kiss now stealing all focus as Murphy obliged with a parting of his lips now pressed to Bellamy's. The contact had him easing closer still, meeting the fervor of the kiss with the same enthusiasm, his tongue dipping to meet Bellamy's. Darker thoughts rolled further back as a yearning for the other took the spotlight. There was a need to be somehow closer, despite their contact, and as if to answer the desire, Bellamy pulled him in.
It was exactly where he wanted to be. It was true that at times he needed his space, but that respite didn't compare to this. He would always hunger for this and he was sure Bellamy knew it. Even if unspoken, even if merely a subtly longing look shared across a room, it was always there.
A craving swirled quickly, the younger male tightening his embrace as if to keep the other from moving away, with Murphy pressing in to the touch at his chest in encouragement as Bellamy's hand trailed his skin. He felt another droplet of water from the other's hair fall to his cheek, now absently reaching up with his free hand to run his fingers through a second time, before curling them tight to hold once again, this time without a release.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 8, 2016 5:09:49 GMT
The response added to the hilarity of the situation. Even though Bellamy's words were full of jest, there was a pleasure to be taken in the inconvenience of it all. In truth he enjoyed causing a problem, however small and playful, it gratified the mischievous side of his nature. It was a bonus too that Bellamy happened to look pretty good all wet, and there came that bloom of warmth in Murphy's chest once again, now coiling further down too.
The shake of hair causing droplets to now head his way had him leaning back a little, turning away a moment only to straighten up as Bellamy spoke. The question a welcome provocation. "No, get out. You're just getting everything wet around here." There was a quick gesture to the bed sheets which had no doubt caught a few drops, before he reached a hand up to run through his partner's hair, as if to smooth a little of the water away. Fingers now curling to grasp and give a gentle tug to pretend to wring out the other's hair, only to loosen and let go, with Murphy leaning forward to bring them closer while he let his arm rest in a lazy embrace around Bellamy's shoulder. "That better?"
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 8, 2016 4:22:53 GMT
Another quiet chuckle came at the maintaining and satisfied comments, lips parting a touch ready to offer an equally suggestive response, but he stilled once Bellamy leaned in, wholly expecting a kiss. When it didn't come he thought to move forward and close the small distance, but he remained still, his attention drifting down to Bellamy's mouth, so teasingly close, and up once again to meet the other's gaze.
Having Bellamy not only so close but focused on him always provoked the same feeling. Murphy was reluctant to call anything happiness and was unsure he would ever really feel it, but something vaguely akin to it was now evoked within him by Bellamy Blake. Of all people. There had been a flourish of it before, back when Murphy had first aligned himself with the leader. The pride in being chosen somehow. Sure they had all had their reasons and motives for the sides they had chosen back then, but that hadn't erased the fact it wasn't the only pleasure he took in the affiliation, however latent.
Now here was that feeling again, only far more intense these days. When lingering hurt and repressed blame between them faded into the back of his mind, and although it was always there, these moments pushed them back in favor of hope for a touch, a kiss. The further question brought another smirk, Murphy again about to speak up until the splash of water had him instinctively flinching a little, eyes closed momentarily before he refocused on Bellamy. His partner's amusement adding to his own, but also fueling his next movement as he emptied the entire contents of his cup with a huge splash at the older male. The action followed first by a stare as if to gauge the initial reaction, and a second later, with a broader grin at his victory. "Sure, I'd like that."
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 8, 2016 3:13:33 GMT
He kept close as Clarke led them through the crowd, tensing every time a grounder bumped into him, nudged from either side as they moved. It would be bad to react with a flinch or a shove back. Going by unnoticed was the goal, and the key to getting out of there. If they could just get through this damn crowd. There were so many of them and here they were right in the middle of the commotion. Moving through too quickly would draw attention, which only made being stuck in the midst of it even worse.
Once they were through he relaxed, though only a little, relieved but eager for their next step. It was a big one, right down the elevator shaft. "Great, more climbing. Just what I was hoping for..." He gave a faint shake of his head as he peered down to try to get an idea of just how far they had to go, too far was all he decided, but he was doing it. Anything to get the hell out of there. It was what they would meet at the bottom that would present yet another obstacle. Jaha would have loved this. The chancellor would have given some speech about destiny and passing tests. Another test on their journey. The only destiny Murphy hoped for right now was not getting killed.
"After you, princess." He would be right behind. Clarke could handle herself and clearly knew what was around every corner, perhaps it was best she lead the way. He held a hand out to help her into the elevator shaft.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 8, 2016 2:51:34 GMT
Perhaps everyone on the Ark had dreamed of being floated, maybe even the chancellor himself. With so many things classed as a crime, it was a potential fate for most anyone, should they step out of line and make a mistake, or heaven forbid, be desperate enough to break the law. Regardless, he'd believed some had been safer than others, protected due to family or connections. In all honestly he'd been surprised that Clarke Griffin and the chancellor's own son Wells had been among those sent to the ground, though he was glad of it at the time. So it had turned out that nobody was untouchable.
Murphy hadn't known much about Bellamy when they first landed, other than he was somebody's brother, a rare thing in their society. He figured somebody had for sure been floated for that and the event may have induced a fear if by chance there had not been one previously. Still, he watched Bellamy with a sidelong gaze for an answer, unsurprised when the other confirmed he had. Murphy wondered if he still did. Despite being on the ground, he considered old fears and troubles could still follow, or it could be that so many new ones had taken their place there was no room.
He shook his head as he answered Bellamy's first question. "Not for a long time." It was true he hadn't had the nightmare of being cast out into space for a good while, nor images of others suffering the same end, though he suspected they might trouble his sleep again one day. The older male's next comments prompted both amusement and memories rather forgotten, with Murphy staying silent at first as his thoughts pulled him back to calls for him to be floated. Hadn't they been on the ground then? A faint flex of his jaw as he recollected before he pushed the memories down to bury for now. Instead, a soft chuckle at Bellamy's 'grounded' comment and a smirk to once again try to tilt the mood to a lighter side. Or maybe just a guarded one. "Oh yeah, what are they going to do... plant me in the dirt?" He offered a broader grin as he flicked yet more water at Bellamy. "You going to keep me watered?"
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 7, 2016 6:08:53 GMT
He kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling as Bellamy returned to the bed, catching sight of the offered cup from the corner of his eye and reaching to accept, resting it on his stomach for now with his hand still curled around to steady. "Nah, just... " Just what? There was no real intention to finish the sentence, as all he could think of at that moment was to end it with a comment about his own dream which was of little importance. Or a word in jest which seemed equally redundant right now.
Instead he rolled his head a touch as his gaze settled on Bellamy and eventually sat up once again, adjusting next to the other as he sipped his water. "Did you ever dream about being floated? Before they dropped us down here?" The question came so out nonchalantly it almost hid the discomfort in Murphy's voice as he spoke, the younger male wishing he could suck the words back once he had. But the question had escaped apparently as a thought not really meant to be said out loud. As if to lift the solemnity of the conversation, he dipped two fingers into his cup of water, drawing them swiftly out to flick the droplets at Bellamy's face. A small attempt to lighten the topic, if that was possible.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 7, 2016 5:26:06 GMT
He didn't believe the answer he was offered, but he didn't challenge it for now. It appeared there existed a shared acceptance, that much of the time a claim to be just fine was now a habit. As different as they were in some ways, it was a trait they had in common. Murphy was sure Bellamy knew different, knew the truth and he was certain the same could be said the other way around. That the older male recognized the he knew his suffering, or at least could understand it, along with the need to keep tales of the pain locked away most of the time.
"I was already there, pretty much..." He trailed off as their lips met, a soft wave of comfort rolling over him. Such a small thing, a simple display of affection, a fleeting moment of tenderness, yet it meant so much. He would be hard pressed to explain it aloud, reluctant to in fact, and it seemed such an attempt would only begin to unweave the sentiment of it. He was content to merely have it. To have him.
He watched as Bellamy rose from the bed, a hand trailing through his own hair while his partner fetched himself a drink. Murphy took a moment to let his gaze roam over the other, curves of his shoulders and back only half visible in the dimly lit room. Still, enough to appreciate, to spark a faint warmth before he turned his attention to the ceiling, arms raised and tucked behind his head. "Yeah, that's not happening."
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 7, 2016 4:28:18 GMT
Murphy's own slumber had been less eventful this night. No stranger to the terrors sleep liberated from the depths of his mind, tonight he'd been relatively at ease, if such a word could describe it. He'd been young again and roaming the walkways of the Ark, passing other inhabitants who though heading towards him, were without fail turned away whenever he'd lifted his gaze to them. Strangers. Even so, the dream hadn't troubled him and he'd roused from sleep a while ago to merely lay in the dark next to Bellamy, eyes remaining closed.
Eventually, he'd opened them to cast a glance to the man next to him, Bellamy's heavier breathing having drawn his attention. Was he dreaming? A longer study in what little light illuminated the room confirmed he was. Whatever demons or revenant figures tormented Bellamy in his sleep, Murphy could see the result in the hitching rise and fall of the other's chest. At times it was best to leave him be, at others it seemed necessary to reach across to rescue. At least, to coax him awake and pull him further from the ghosts of sleep, even if they haunted the waking hours too.
Sometimes, there was no need for either when Bellamy would abruptly pull himself out, as he did now. Murphy lay watching in silent inspection of the other's state; the desperate need to breathe despite no restriction, the hand reaching to his throat ready to tug away imaginary constraints. Familiar. A few moments longer he observed, until the other's attention settled on him, Murphy meeting his gaze a second or two before he slowly pushed up to sit. He let the silence stretch out a little more, his shoulder lightly pressed to Bellamy's as he noted the clammy cool of the other's skin, and finally spoke up. "... You okay?"
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 6, 2016 3:05:31 GMT
He kept alert as they walked, gaze shifting between the surrounding trees and Bellamy, and occasionally to the ground as he watched his step on the uneven terrain. Now that he was out here it was with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he'd gotten what he wanted, a break from the camp and some time away. On the other, a spear could come out of nowhere like the others said it had with Jasper, and right at his chest. Or Bellamy's. They didn't really have the choice to stay in the camp permanently anyway. Besides, the threat was still real from within the walls they'd erected. Whether or not they were truly safer inside hadn't yet been fully tested.
Bellamy had a point. Any doubts Murphy had about the safety of the camp, he'd still by far prefer to be inside its walls come nightfall. That was simply common sense. "I'm not sure if this is going to match up to a hail of bullets." He gestured to the knife, whether or not Bellamy could see, waving it in the air as he referred to how their last big meal had been taken down. Now he looked up to meet the older male's gaze once the other cast a glance back to question. "Yeah, getting pretty good when no one's watching." He laughed off his own joke to add a quick confirmation, in case Bellamy should think any less of him. "I could take something down if I get the chance."
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 6, 2016 1:05:28 GMT
Any moment he thought Clarke might change her mind, considering what had just happened. Turning his back to the window, Murphy studied her, hoping for the next proactive comment and no conceding to grief. He was thankful when it came with Clarke pointing out the direction they had to go. "You sure about that?" Despite the question, he was already out on the ledge, if it could be called that, edging anywhere he could place his feet with his grip tight as he moved. Clarke's next remark almost had him instinctively looking down, but he'd already done that on the first step out. Bad idea. "Yeah, no kidding."
Why did they have to be so high up? He bit his tongue instead of asking if she couldn't have chosen a room lower down, and focused on getting across to their destination without falling to his death. Once he reached the next window he took a look into the room, empty just as Clarke said it would be, and climbed inside. At her instruction, he did as she told him, grabbing the blades and passing one to her. "Let's hope we don't. Theirs are a lot bigger." He wasn't impressed with the idea of them heading into the crowd, but he figured she was probably right. They had little chance of fighting their way out so their best option was to hide in plain sight. His thoughts drifted briefly to Otan as he pulled the scarf up around his face and over his head, with a moment's consideration for Emori's whereabouts. He doubted she would have come here and besides, she would probably have a better chance around here than they did right now. There was hesitation to take Clarke's hand, the gesture odd to him, but he took it anyway.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 6, 2016 0:25:28 GMT
It took him a few seconds to register the next question, though he was still focused on Bellamy, his thoughts momentarily hazy as any faint remnant of adrenaline in his system seemed to ebb away. Eventually his gaze shifted as he did, adjusting to lie back down, even if it felt he'd been pulled with the heaviness in which his back hit the medical bay bed. "Jaha threw 'em... "
For all he knew he was making no sense now, exhaustion finally forcing his body to stay still, seeking recovery. Still, in his oncoming daze he could feel Bellamy's presence. Like a looming shadow that was somehow both a comfort of familiarity and a threat. Maybe he'd kill him while he slept, he really couldn't be sure, but Murphy thought there had been some change at one prior point before he'd left. A subtle shift between them sealed with a look of... who knew what it had been. Perhaps it didn't matter. Things had spiraled once again following that and he'd left with no reason to stay.
He only offered a faint nod to the further question regarding Jaha. It was Bellamy's next remark that drew Murphy from the brink of unconsciousness. Staying overnight. He took the comment to mean he wouldn't be staying any longer, that Bellamy would allow him the night to regain some strength and then kick him out of the camp, back into banishment. There was a flicker of hurt but it was swiftly swallowed up by a breath of bitter amusement, all he could manage other than a slight smirk. Of course he would be kicked out. Only with the older male's following words did he realize what the other had meant. The thought of banishment abruptly turned back to a welcome of some kind. A room? Staying? Shadows closed in around Bellamy as he watched him, the other's features blurring as Murphy drifted. "Got no place else... to be." He managed the end of the sentence before sleep pulled him under.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 5, 2016 2:57:59 GMT
He could see her torment, the pain visible in her features, and for a moment Murphy thought she might collapse in her sorrow. As coldhearted as he could be at times, force himself to be, loss was no stranger to him. It was true he held no solid knowledge of Clarke's connection with the grounder commander, but any fool would have seen the impact of the latter's death. It seemed Clarke's heart was broken.
Relief washed over him as she responded in agreement, half expecting to have to persuade her, drag her from the bedside and beg her to come to her senses. If she'd have refused, then would come the decision whether to try again or leave her there and risk an escape alone. He was glad no persuasion was needed. Clarke was stubborn, but smart. It was clear she knew the danger in staying.
Any other time he might have offered a clever remark in response to her saying he was right, but the notion never crossed his mind today. In fact, he'd rather have been wrong. Rather Clarke assured him they were in no danger and that she had the protection of one grounder or another. In truth, even if that had been how it had played out, he wouldn't have believed her anyway. He wanted out. Now as he took the clothing she handed him, following the instruction to put it on, he wondered just how much it would help them. Clearly it was meant to help conceal their identities amid the grounders, but he had doubts about how much it would. Securing the scarf as Clarke questioned, he was already moving off towards the window as he gave his answer. "I'm going out of here any way we can. Let's go."
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 5, 2016 2:35:30 GMT
This was a smooth ride. Well, as smooth as a car could be when you could feel the rumble of the engine throughout. Fine-tuned and maintained, just like he'd thought from the outside. Not that he was too bothered by such things, but he'd definitely picked the right one. He figured he'd ride it around a while and then head right to Mbege's. See how quickly the other would abandon his wannabe good guy act once he saw what Murphy rolled up in. He wouldn't be able to resist.
If he ever got there. There was a little more traffic than he wanted, too heavy to really let loose at the moment, but it was quickly thinning out. He'd be able to put his foot down soon enough. He already felt free. As corny as it sounded, the thrill of doing whatever the hell he wanted was part of what led him down each path he took in life. That and a hefty dose of bad circumstance, but he didn't openly dwell on that. This was what it was all about. Whatever he wanted, he was doing it.
Speeding up just a touch more, as much as the traffic allowed at present, he reached for the radio. Turning the dial flooded the car with a blast of classic rock, causing an involuntary wince at the volume soon followed by a huff of amusement as he turned it down a few notches. A good soundtrack for his impromtu ride, at least. It was as he was done with the radio he straightened up with the briefest glance to the car beside him, but without cause for care, he refocused on the road.
Until the other driver honked. What was this guy's problem? A check back to the road before Murphy again looked over to the other driver in time to see the other flash a badge. He returned his gaze to the road, a grin widening at his lips once he heard a muffled instruction of some kind, guessing what it probably was and having no intention of being obliging. He watched as the car immediately in front of him pulled across into the far lane. Perfect timing. Again he met the cop's gaze, watching for a few seconds, only to offer the other a broader grin right before a swerve towards the officer's car and away again, flooring it ahead along the road.
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Post by John Murphy on Mar 5, 2016 1:25:37 GMT
His usual partner in crime wasn't around, the other had found himself a part time job and was trying out some 'responsibility'. Something Murphy had scoffed at when his friend had offered his explanation as to why he wouldn't be hanging out with him so much. Even as the look in the other's eyes had given away regret and reluctance at the claim.
John Mbege had turned straight. Murphy would see how long that lasted.
Almost a half hour now he'd spent watching from across the street. There were others lingering around so he hadn't looked particularly out of place leaning there against the wall. Though several cars were more easily accessible, the one he wanted would be a little harder to obtain. But he was all for the challenge. There was music coming from somewhere inside the autoshop, which he figured would help to cover any noise he made. Either way, he'd be quick. It wouldn't be his first.
He approached with all the air of someone simply wandering by, turning at the last moment to slip around another car, and after a cursory glance around for company, focused his attention on his prize. A Chevrolet Impala. A beauty by any standards and well taken care of, which only made its lure all the greater. Fingers trailed the hood, his grin reflected in the shine, before his hand slid to the door to try the handle. He had to mute a snort of amusement when it opened. "You gotta be kidding me." Another fleeting look around him and he opened it up, quick to climb inside but leaving the door open for now. He guessed they supposed the car was safe with others somewhat blocking it in, but he'd make it around one way or another.
The moment he sparked the engine, it was time for a sharp exit; the roar of that engine wouldn't have gone unnoticed, he thought, and he planned on wasting no time leaving. After the slam of the door, the next sound was the scrape of either side of the Impala as it pushed past the the two cars in its path, Murphy's amusement breaking out in a laugh amid the sound. A moment or two later and he was out, the car's rear end swinging out as he turned out onto the road, and he was off. Foot on the gas and a grin on his face.
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