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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 23, 2016 22:42:57 GMT
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 23, 2016 1:03:18 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy wasn't sure how he felt about this. Lexa had extended an inivitation for him to come, and he wasn't going so much as to follow Kane, Abby or Clarke's urging . . . but because, he knew he should. Because this had to do with his people. People that he was committed do, and spent every breath of every day trying to protect. Lexa had betrayed the alliance, and at the same time . . . Bellamy didn't want war. He had respected the ceasefire, respect the Commander's truce. Upheld it. He wanted to know what came next. This war was not over . . . but was there really a possibility for peace, after all the damage that was caused? Bellamy knew full well that he was not the diplomatic speaker. That when it came to politics, others took the reins. But this time, he was going. Even if it was just to be a silent spectator. Clarke had not been in Arkadia for so long. And Kane and Abby were willing to do anything for peace.
Bellamy wanted to make sure that his people's interests were supported. Besides, he was curious as to what Lexa had to say. The journey there was swift, thanks to the Rover. Though they had to park it well outside the city as they journeyed on foot for the rest of the terrain. Bellamy would never admit it, but he felt . . . unsettled. His interactions with Lexa were very minimal. Perhaps really only when outing Gustus for framing Raven. He hadn't been the one to talk to her, but it seemed like that was going to change. Once they arrived, they were forced to surrender their weapons. Something else Bellamy despised. He hated being without his gun. But alas, he had no choice -- especially after a look from Kane. Without revealing any sign of his discomfort, he offered his weapons and then proceeded to follow the guards. The city was . . . unlike what they had seen before. A large market of sort. A smile didn't grace his lips the same way it did the others.
He just silently walked, stoically, until he saw Lexa, and found himself squaring his shoulders a little. She had a presence to her . . . and now that he was face to face with the woman who had been the source of his blame for so long . . . he didn't know what he felt. Hostility, being so far from his mind. He was tired of fighting. Tired of losing people. Tired of killing. If it was possible to make it end, he would do what was within his power, and what best protected his people. They had been previously told that she wished to speak to Bellamy . . . he had no idea what that would entail. But intrigue and curiosity trumped the distrust, and he gave a short nod to her.
"I'll let you know," he simple said, blunt in his words, though that wasn't anything different. He was in her territory right now . . . and knew it would be stupid to say anything to provoke her. He was forcing himself to bite back his emotion, all too aware of how the genocide at Mount Weather had left him . . . emotional. Maybe even unstable in some ways, but he had long set his feelings aside, for the betterment of his people. This, was no exception. "Is it going to be just you and me?" He asked her, wanting to confirm. To ensure that she didn't want Clarke, Kane or Abby with them. Curious as to why there were no guards flanking her. Surely they didn't trust Skaikru that much.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 23, 2016 0:26:51 GMT
  Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy eagerly returned the kiss, feeling emotions that he never had experienced before. Ones he never thought possible before. He had never planned to be in a relationship, to be with someone like this . . . to get married. But Jackson had shifted so many of his priorities and preferences. Things just felt, right with him. As if he completed a part of Bellamy that was missing his entire life. He breathed into the kiss, memorizing this moment, what it felt like to suddenly commit to Jackson in a way that he'd never considered before. Marriage. A union. Husbeands. It was glorious, and made Bellamy kiss his partner . . . his fiance even deeper.
When Jackson moved on top of him, Bellamy wrapped his arms around him, one hand going to the back of his head, enjoying Jackson's own fingers in his, along with his body now pressed against his own. He pulled away to speak, but kept the close contact. Bellamy couldn't stop smiling, feeling as if he had reached a whole new level of joy. "Not possible," he breathed out, kissing Jackson again deeply before continuing. "Cause I know someone who's happier," he teased, referring to himself of course in a playful response to Jackson being the happiest man on Earth. Bellamy kissed him again, and again, unable to stop. Not wanting to.
His hand not on the back of Jackson's head moved over his back, sliding up and down to just enjoy the feel of his fiance. The word seemed so . . . different. But so wanted. Not as much as husbeand though. "And you never have to thank me for this," he told him, needing him to know that. Bellamy was the one who should be grateful. For never giving up on him, or them. "You saved my life Jackson. And, I can't wait to start this new chapter of it with you." He felt his eyes moisten, though quickly silenced himself by pressing his lips against Jackson's once more.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 22, 2016 10:52:43 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy . . . will you marry me?
Anything else that Jackson had said suddenly fled out of his mind as Bellamy was completely fixed on these words. On this question. Bellamy could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. He slightly raised his head to look at Jackson, unsure what expression was even in his gaze as he soaked in his lover's. There was no indication that he was teasing, that this was some sort of joke . . . that there was uncertainty. No. He seemed completely sincere in his words. And Bellamy couldn't begin to describe what he felt. Jackson wanted to marry him. The feeling of being wanted by anyone had already been one Bellamy was adjusting to when being with Jackson. The man made him feel loved, appreciated valued.
But to know that Jackson wanted him to be his family; to unite themselves in a legally binding way. To be able to call each other husbeand . . . well, it was overwhelming. Emotionally overwhelming. Bellamy had never chosen his family, he had never chosen the circumstances that were thrust upon them. He could have left, but the familial obligation had grounded him in place. But with Jackson . . . he had a choice. With Jackson, he had grown to love him more than he thought possible, rather than felt obligated to. They chose each other, and there was something truly beautiful about that. Bellamy realized he had just been staring at Jackson for very long moments, as if trying to sort out the thoughts in his head and emotions in his heart. There was however one thing that he knew for absolute certain.
"Yes," he breathed. The words barley heard, dominated by every feeling that raced through him. "God yes," he said at a more heard tone. Where words seemed to fail him, he needed actions to express himself. So he raised his head over Jackson's, both of Bellamy's hands going to either side of Jackson's cheek as he kissed him deeply, allowing every emotion, every ounce of love he felt for the man pour into the kiss. He felt a tear slowly slide down his cheek . . . a tear of happiness. Joy. Euphoria. Keeping in this position, he let the embrace linger, before he spoke against his lips, trying to control the rapid beating of his heart that made it feel like it was going to explode out of his chest. And the heavy breathing that came not from any vigorous activity, but the magnitude of what Jackson had asked, and what this meant for him. "I would be honored to marry you," Bellamy added on, before embracing him in another emotional kiss.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 22, 2016 2:18:29 GMT
  Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bryan's laughter was beautiful. A sound that Bellamy would never grow tired of hearing. Bryan's words caused Bellamy to chuckle yet again, hearing him say that he was more turned on by the shower, the teasing in his voice. But Bellamy could also understand the appeal. Right now, he had a stronger craving for his partner than the water though . . . but four months was certainly a long time.
"And five months is a long time to go without you," he teased in return, capturing his lips as Bryan kissed him. He moved against his mouth, fervent and heated desire in the way he kissed him, though he felt his head tugged back, Bryan then occupying his mouth against Bellamy's neck, sucking his adam's apple. The older male groaned with the pleasure of it, finding it far more arousing for Bryan to be what wet him rather than the water. His fingers tangled in Bryan's hair on the back of her head, encouraging him to keep going.
"God I miss the way you feel," Bellamy breathed, swallowing which only made Bryan's actions on his neck even more incredible. The way his tongue and mouth worked him was making that ache he felt for Bryan, all the stronger. He closed his eyes as Bryan kissed his way up his neck, before saying words that sent a thrill and strong anticipation to course through him. Bellamy smiled as he pulled Bryan in for another kiss, as if to initially answer his question that way.
"I definitely agree," Belalmy spoke against his lips. "Both things sound incredible," he added on, already reaching for the shampoo. "As long as you let me finish both jobs," he further teased, the irony in his words for the dirtying would undo the cleaning but at this point, Bellamy didn't care. Squeezing some of the content of the shampoo into his hand, he rubbed it together and started to massage Bryan's scalp. Bellamy leaned forward to kiss him while doing so, his tongue slipping between Bryan's lips to explore the familiar area. His body rubbed against Bryan's, purposely so that their hardened cocks would glide against each other as he groaned into the kiss, mixed with the pleasure of touching his hair and weaving his fingers through his wet locks.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 22, 2016 1:54:16 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT He hated upsetting the people he loved. But at the same time, he couldn't hold back how he felt. Part of the beauty of being with someone, was the ability -- the necessity -- to be honest with them. To open yourself up, express what was in your heart. And at least she was doing so now. Even though what he had expressed to her and the ignoring of it was what had led them to where they were now. But he knew it wasn't done with malicious intent.
"Then what can I do?" He asked her. He was willing to do anything and everything to help. "What do you need from me Nina?" He further inquired. "I can't carry the baby for you. And I can't be around you 24/7, so tell me . . . what is it you need from me to make this easier?" Because he could no longer remain idle, leaving camp, thinking she would be alright and coming back to find out that she had broke under the stresses of having a child. What if next time, she did something more dangerous? He wanted to believe her now when she said that she wouldn't do anything . . . but at the same time, what if it just happened? He needed to give her motivation to not let it happen.
While her lastly spoken words made his heart swell with emotion, it also made it ache. Because he knew now that she still had not processed the reality of them having a baby. "You need to do this for the baby," he told her in a quiet voice. He didn't want to make her do anything for him. He couldn't ask anyone to do anything for him. "But if you need more time to accept it . . . " No. He was too scared to ask. Too scared to ask her to do it for him. All the times he had asked others before to do something for him, to stay for him for instance . . . they hadn't. He couldn't bare the potential disappointment, nor put Nina in that kind of position. "Then I'll do whatever I can." He ended up just linking the words back to reinforcing his earlier ones; of asking her what she needed him to do.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 22, 2016 1:44:19 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy gave a slight chuckle at Jackson saynig that he couldn't, and that he couldn't either. "I think you're underestimating how much I missed you," he said teasingly, encouraging the playful conversation. Which only added to the perfection of this morning. Bellamy breathed into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of Jackson's hand on his cheek as he expressed what he loved about him . . . everything, apparently. It made Bellamy's heart swell with emotions; feeling an honor in the fact that Jackson had chosen him to be with, and him to love. Bellamy wasn't oblivious to the fact that it was a choice.
That neither of them frequently did this sort of thing. But they had chose to make a commitment to each other . . . and for the first time in a long time -- perhaps ever -- it made Bellamy feel wanted. Loved. A rare feeling and one that he liked experiencing. "I love everything about you too," he returned sincerely, though the tease not gone from his voice. He also noticed that Jackson hadn't answered his question, and hoped that it wasn't because he was stalling in revealing that he would be home late. Bellamy's hand on the back of his head, moved to the nape of his neck, gently moving over it. "Don't come home too late tonight," he finally said, deciding to just put that out there. He leaned forward to brush his lips against Jackson's. "I've already missed you enough," he breathed.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 22, 2016 0:24:00 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Wouldn't let her. He had not wanted her to train, that was for certain. As he previously thought of, accidents happened. Anything could happen. Any slip, any unintentional attack, any forceful move with the intent to spar and train. Not knowing, that anything too aggressive could wound the baby. "I can't tell you what to do," he too acknowledged. He couldn't control her; he didn't want to. He didn't want her to this for him necessarily even.
Because . . . he now knew that she wouldn't. It wasn't for him. He was trying to appeal to her doing it for the baby. Maybe then, she would be more likely to think twice, to consider more before putting herself in a potentially dangerous situation. He listened to her explain that she was forced to make all these changes. And he understood, but only to the extent that a male could. He couldn't carry a child.
He couldn't lift what seemed like a burden to her off of her. He just remained silent, letting her finish, trying to collect his own thoughts. "I love you too," he told her, though that wasn't going to make anything better. But it felt impossible for him to hear it, without responding to it, not wanting there to be any doubt in those words. Hell, he felt this way because he loved it. It was always the people you loved that could hurt you the most.
"But . . . I leave for a short time, and you just . . . what, forget everything? Forget that you're carrying a baby? Willing to put yourself in harms way just cause you're bored?" His tone wasn't raised; he was more hurt than angry. "I know that this is a lot. That you have to think twice about everything you do. But . . . I thought we were in this together."
That was what he was led to believe based on their conversation where she revealed this news to him. Right now, he was struggling to trust her to leave her alone. To be able to go out and know that she would be safe; that she would take care of herself and the baby. "Things are different now, but they'll be a hell of a lot more different when the baby comes." And he needed to be able to trust her. So if she didn't want this baby, he needed to know now. He needed to try and determine what the next move would be.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 21, 2016 23:59:43 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bryan's hands unfastening his pants, only made him harder, with such close contact. And made him want him even more -- as if that was remotely possible in this moment. Bellamy kicked off his shoes, pulling down and off each layer of clothing. Normally he was neat but right now, he didn't give a damn about leaving the attire sprawled on the ground. He was far too preoccupied with giving Bryan his full attention. For appreciating him. For making up for all the months they lost. The way he was touching him only delved him deeper into that need and desire. The pleasure that could be found only with Bryan.
"Me too," Bellamy breathed in return, unable to express that fully. "God, the number of times I ached for you," he added on. Mostly in his heart but well, in other physical ways as well. They had been quite physical when together, and it was only made more amazing but the love they shared for one another. The two went hand in hand. Once they got to the shower, Bellamy stepped inside with Bryan, and found himself just watching him. The way the water poured over him, the way Bryan seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the sensation of it . . . it was a beautiful sight. One that he took a mental picture of to forever keep in his mind. He didn't move or react, not daring to disturb the perfection of that image -- despite how it made him even harder and more desperate to touch him.
Fortuantely, Bellamy wasn't left staring for too long. Bryan spoke of missing this, and then noticed the soap. "We also have shampoo," he pointed out, almost teasingly but also with truth to his words. When Bryan moved to kiss him, Bellamy immediately responded, his arms wrapping around him, snaking up his back to run his fingers through his now wet hair as he deepened the kiss. The feeling of his partner wet like this was sensational. Bellamy deepened the kiss, more interested in drinking in Bryan rather than the water that fell over them. "I think you're more turned on by the shower," Bellamy teased him playfully, a small chuckle escaping him while one of his hands trailed down his back to his ass, feeling his wonderful curves and firmness.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 21, 2016 23:44:07 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy watched Harper, soft intent in his gaze, glossed over with desire. A softer expression than what he wore outside the tent. A look reserved to his sexual partners. Things were different when exploring physical intimacy with someone. Just because there was no attachment, didn't mean he had to act like an asshole with them. It was one thing he couldn't do, and one thing he refused to do. So he was already prepared for the possibility that the anticipation building within him, may be unfulfilled. And he would not hold it against Harper. Not in the slightest.
He would just strive to make this entire thing between them more pleasurable for her. But her words pulled him back into the realm of this being a possibility. The soft intent, replaced with a bit of a smirk at her tease. He loved hearing her confidence, finding it to be sexy, the aura of strength continuing to radiate out of her in this way. He gave her a reassuring smile as she squeezed his hand, but the moment her tongue swirled around him, the smile faded. Replaced with the intense pleasure of her tongue on him. He took in a deep breath, somewhat sharply, his head tilting back at bit, though was still propped up on one of his arms. His hand already on her head, grazed to the back of it in encouragement.
"Feels good," he breathed. Now assuming that this was indeed her first time, he wanted to give her vocal encouragement as well as non verbal ones . . . inclusive of however his body involuntarily reacted to her touch. When she swirled her tongue on him again, the ache in his cock intensified, hard from the moist muscle in her mouth. "So good," he breathed out again, wanting to watch her. The sight of her doing this thickening his arousal . . . if that was even possible at this point. But the moment she slowly took him fully into his mouth, he could no longer keep his body up. He cursed under his breath, indication of how good it felt for his length to be engfuled between her lips.
His hand slightly gripped her head tighter, forcing it not to control the pace. Just as he was forcing his hips not to buck upwards and instinctively thrust inside her mouth. He wanted her to have full control, to keep the pace that she was comfortable with. So he wasn't fully letting go, still conscious of what would make this easier and more comfortable for her.
His head however did fall against his bedding once more, his other hand joining the one already on her head, both hands now on the back of her head while his fingers tangled in her hair. He groaned in the utmost pleasure of this, wanting her to feel encouraged, confident . . . emboldened. "Who knew you were such a natural," he said in a voice deeper than his usual tone, due to the sensation and desperate need for relief. Apparently only granted by her mouth right now.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 21, 2016 23:23:15 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Realization seemed to strike her as she agreed to speak with him now. He was partly relieved that he wouldn't have to convince her, but also knew that his tone left no space for this conversation to be put off. He turned and just walked out of training, not looking at anyone else, and letting them finish in their absence. The walk to their apartment was quiet, as Bellamy didn't want to say anything until they were inside. He didn't even want to engage in pleasantries right now.
Once they arrived and went in, Nina leaned against the door, and Bellamy slowly turned to face her when she finally spoke, immediately apologizing and then calling herself a selfish bitch. He never would have called her that of course, but he remained silent as she continued . . . saying that she never meant to hurt him on purpose. He waited, silence following her statement and when he could finally collect his thoughts, he vocalized them. "But you did," he said in a low voice, enough to be heard. "If you never meant to do it, then why wait until I was gone?" Why wait for him to leave on patrol? Because she knew he wouldn't like this idea. How could it not be intentional then? How could she not know that it would hurt him?
He didn't feel he had enough self worth to even make her care about him. He couldn't. That much was clear. He had poured his heart out to her, pleaded with her, believed they were on the same page with this baby . . . but they clearly weren't. "This isn't even just about me," he continued. He may not be worth enough for her to listen to, but he hoped the baby would be. "It's about the life growing inside of you that you endanger whenever doing something that could result in injury. An innocent life, that has no other choice but to grow inside of you." Accidents happened in training all the time, some more severe than others. Bellamy doubted Nina told them they were pregnant. And even if she did . . . anything could happen.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 21, 2016 21:18:46 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy kept smile, in full agreement to Jackson's words. That this was the best way to wake up. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep, slow breath of relaxation and comfort as Jackson kissed his jaw, his smile still in place. "I know the feeling," he told him, leaning his head toward what skin of Jackson's from this angle, his hand still running through his hair. "Can't imagine falling asleep, or waking up any other way." He fully enjoyed Jackson being the last person he saw before he went to bed, and the first person he saw when he opened his eyes.
There was an immediate comfort in that. In laying next to the man he loved. "Best sleep I've had in over a month," he admitted to him, his lips going to Jackson's neck to lightly kiss along it. "I could lay like this all day," he breathed against Jackson's skin, not wanting the day to start that would pull them from each other's company. While he knew it was inevitable, it made him cling onto these moments where he could. These peaceful awakenings, just enjoying each others company after so damn long. "What time are you working until?" He asked, speaking in between each kiss.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 21, 2016 11:03:49 GMT
 Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy couldn't help but smile at Bryans reaction to the revelation of showers. He recalled that similar reponse when those from the dropship had come to Arkadia and things were established. Bellamy closed his, Bryans words slightly belatedly processing in Bellamys mind as he was distracted by Bryans kisses along his skin. He didnt want this to stop . . . and fortunately, Bryan thought of a way to prevent that from happening. A thrill shot through him over the idea of touching Bryan all over his body, with both his hands and lips.
He moved his head back a little to capture him in another kiss, this time a little more heated than before. His finger skimmed down Bryans chest and he hooked a finger into the rim of his pants. He then began to walk backwards toward the bathroom, pulling Bryan with him. Easing out of the kiss he finally spoke. "Sounds amazing," he breathed, the mere thought already arousing him. Once close to the door, Bellamy started to pull down Bryans pants where he had already previously unfastened them. . . only this time, there was no need to stop.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 21, 2016 10:46:36 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy kept smiling when Jackson kissed him on the shoulder, before smiling and speaking. The soft smile on his partner's lips only matched the perfection of this already peaceful moment. Bellamy leaned toward him, gently kissing his lips, letting the embrace linger to fully coax him into an awakened stake. He softly breathed during the embrace, taking in the taste of Jackson and how incredible his lips always felt. He then rested his head back down, closer to Jackson then before.
"Morning," he returned quietly. His hand on his back slid up the back of his neck and started running his fingers through Jacksons hair. "I take it you slept well?" He asked teasingly, an unwavering smile from his lips. This was the perfect way to wake up. The only way that Bellamy ever wanted to wake up.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 21, 2016 2:16:14 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT When Bellamy drew back, settling himself next to Jackson, he felt the pull of sleep. Once Jackson curled up next to him, Bellamy draped his arm over him, holding him close, wanting to keep him here by his side. "Good," he stated, his voice less awake, slowly drifting. It wasnt until this moment that Bellamy realized just how tired he was. "I love you," he breathed, the words just coming out with so much ease. As they were the last ones he said before he finally drifted into a slumber.
The next time he opened his eyes, it was naturally. Waking up with ease, comfort. It was the most peaceful sleep he had in over a month. And it was because of the man that lay next to him. He watched Jackson, taking in his beautiful sight; the serene look on his face. Hopefully his sleep was just as deep and restful as Bellamys was. Relief swept over him that neither of them had been disturbed . . . yet anyway.
And Bellamy just wanted to take this opportunity to watch him. The last time hed watched him sleep, he had woken him up. This time, he wanted Jackson to rest as much as he could. His eyes heavily lidded, a soft smile on his lips as he fought the urge to lean forward and kiss him. His arm had remained over him during the night and he gently just caressed Jackson's back in the hopes of comfort rather than waking him.
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