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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 15, 2016 23:48:06 GMT
 Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Despite Jackson telling him that nothings changed, Bellamy's smile remained in place. He wasn't necessarily discouraged or hurt. That was the beauty of the City of Light: there was no pain. He had nothing to lose by saying this. He could feel only the bliss that the city offered him; that ALIE offered him. So he wanted to recruit others to further her cause. It was the least he could do. Besides, he wanted Jackson to experience that same happiness that he currently was. Bellamy turned his head a little, leaning toward Jackson's hand on his cheek so his lips could brush against the palm of the doctor's hand.
He let it linger for a moment before turning his head to face him once more. "So?" He just asked, an uncharacteristic serenity in his voice. "What does it matter how much we work? We were together now. Some things are worth it. I can help you, Jackson. I can help you be happy, and find the time you need to be at peace with the world. And with yourself." Bellamy leaned forward a little to kiss him lightly, before continuing. "I care about you too, and I hate to see you hurting." Even if Bellamy wasn't the reason, he could offer him the solution.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 15, 2016 23:22:02 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Hearing Jackson tell Bellamy that he missed him too, that he was also sorry . . . made Bellamy want to protest, and assure him that he had nothing to be sorry for. But, Bellamy would much rather use his lips for better reasons than arguing. He didn't want to argue tonight, or ever. He just wanted to appreciate the fact that this wonderful man was in his life. And celebrate that. When Jackson started to pull down Bellamy's jacket, the younger male's arms went down so that he could help, already kicking off his shoes and then raising his arms so that his shirt could be lifted off. The feeling of Jackson's hand against his back and on his chest felt incredible.
When he was shed of his shirt and shoes, Bellamy shifted more onto the bed, pulling Jackson over him so that his partner was positioned on top of him. Bellamy wanted to be engulfed by his warmth, as he had been the last night before the mission had pulled him away. His lips remained on Jackson's, while his hands roamed over the doctor's back, one sliding up into his head to press him in place. "Me too," Bellamy admitted against his lips, when Jackson had vocalized his fear over not seeing him.
He knew that he would have to explain it all, but he didn't want to focus on that right now. Not when he had the man he loved over him, touching each other, kissing each other. Bellamy breaethed into the kiss once more, the craving for his partner so intense, at the very least to be held by him. "I was afraid I wouldn't be able to tell you how much I love you," he added, needing Jackson to know that, and feeling as if he couldn't say it enough times.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 15, 2016 1:25:47 GMT
my people MY RESPONSIBILITY Bellamy smiled when Isaiah confirmed that he was free, seeming to agree to meet him there. With another nod, and a bye, Bellamy departed, realizing that he'd gone in to investigate, and came out with what could be interpreted as a date. But, he wasn't about to place much pressure on that. He would just find enjoyment in the fact that the man had agreed to come . . . and Bellamy found himself looking forward the event more than he was before. He finished his duties for the day and had just enough time to shower and get dressed into something apart from his guards uniform. He didn't exactly like to wear it when he was at social gatherings. Once he arrived, he looked around to make sure he didn't miss Isaiah, and when deciding that he hadn't come yet, found a seat with a few friends, as they started to watch the performances.
The man that he extended the invitation to was on his mind throughout though, so when he saw someone approach, and ask if the seat was taken, Bellamy smiled -- inwardly, feeling relieved and glad that Isaiah had indeed coming. Apparently, the impression Bellamy left wasn't as bad as he had worried it may be. "Not at all," he assured him, extending his hand so that he would have a seat. "Glad you made it," he told Isaiah, sincerity in his voice. "You want something to drink?" He asked, eyes still on the male, and a smile still on his lips. Hopefully, their interactions this time would not end in tears. Bellamy intended to make up for the last time he spoken to Isaiah and wanted to make him feel instantly comfortable. Besides, he was not here as a potential suspect . . . he was here as a friend or perhaps something more.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 15, 2016 0:01:16 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT When Bellamy noticed from his peripheral vision the shift in Bryan, he briefly glanced over, seeing that he was removing his Azgeda attire. Bellamy knew he should be focused on the road, but the shedding of layers made him think of how much he wanted to touch Bryan. How much he wanted to kiss him. To feel him in all senses of the world. It had been so many months of fearing the worst, terrified of not seeing him again. And Bellamy wished they could just make up for lost time.
Though . . . he also was unsure where they stood, for he knew that he had made a choice. Fortunately, the topic of Octavia was a decent distraction from any thoughts of being physical with Bryan, and immediately set Bellamy's mind into his answer. He knew it wasn't as simple as offering an introduction between them. Though, he wished it were. "She's at Arkadia," Bellamy told him. He knew he would have to explain a few things about her, considering she looked like a Grounder and took in their mannerisms. Something Bellamy didn't entirely understand. He knew that their people had rejected her, but so had the Grounders. Still. It was what she chose and he loved his sister.
"She's . . . a little more open to Grounder culture." To say the least. But Bellamy already feared the tension that may exist between those from Farm, and Octavia and Lincoln. He couldn't blame them. Grounders were violent, and he just hoped they would soon learn that Lincoln especially, was a huge exception to the Grounder norm. He wanted to explain his reasons for coming down, explaining his relationship with Octavia. But . . . he also wanted that to be a private conversation. "What about you?" His family. What had happened to them? Though Bellamy had an idea he already knew the answer.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 23:47:05 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy fell into the sea of ecstasy, the sight of his release seeping onto Jackson's skin, while feeling the burst of his own deep within him. It was an incredible mix, intensifying the entire experience. Bellamy's chest heaved in attempt to catch his breath, still positioned over Jackson, with his cock inside of him. Bellamy smiled as he looked down at the male, his hands running over his thighs the perfect touch as he basked in the aftermath. Bellamy's hands roamed the top of Jackson's chest, the smile playing on his lips.
"I'm glad to hear it," he teased him, though he was quite honest in the words. He lowered his body to lazily kiss Jackson in a slow embrace. Bellamy knew that he couldn't do this without a further attempt to persuade him to join him in a world of perpetual bliss. He wanted Jackson with him. "I wasn't joking when I said I want to see you smile more," he said against his lips.
"I like seeing it. Just like you showed it to me today." During their vigorous activities. Bellamy kissed him again, nipping at his bottom lip briefly. "Would you want to be happy . . . with me?" The words holding as much meaning as Bellamy intended them to. He looked at Jackson, his face hovering over his, that smile still in place, while his hands roamed over Jackson's sides.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 23:33:09 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy continued to feel the relief as Jackson returned the kiss with equal emotion and passion. Whether a conversation would come later or not, whether it was finally set aside and they could move on . . . what mattered right now, was that they were together. That they loved each other. And hearing those words fall from Jackson's lips, made Bellamy's heart swell with emotion, deepening the kiss a little more each time their lips touched. His words that followed intensified the guilt, having made Jackson doubt Bellamy's devotion for him. Never again.
With the heated kiss that followed his promise, one hand remained on Jackson's cheek while the other slipped to the back of his head, holding him close. "I want you to be you," he breathed against his lips, desperately needing him to believe that. Hoping that he would. "Because that's who I fell in love with." He couldn't ask Jackson to change. Asking him to be more careful was one thing. Asking him to compromise his values . . . Bellamy couldn't do it, the guardsman knowing that his own life wasn't worth another's -- even if it was more in the emotional sense rather than physical.
Bellamy kissed him again and again, practically refusing to let him go, just needing to touch him as much as possible. Needing to remind himself that they were together, and that nothing else could stand in their way right now. He eased out of it, a few heavy breaths falling from him due to the passionate intensity of the kiss. "I missed you," he told him, hoping that he knew he hadn't been able to reach him. That it wasn't a conscious decision to avoid him. "I'm sorry," he added on, somewhat vocalizing his thoughts, before just pressing his lips against Jackson's again.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 2:41:40 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT Harp and Bell! That sounds so perfect! "We could start our own band with a kick ass name like that," he said proudly. It just sounded so . . . perfect. Flowed so well together. Harp and Bell. Plus, both things were musical. And well, Harper was very musical with the noises she made as he strung the cords of her hair. When she slipped her hand into his own however, he closed his eyes, a wide smile spread over his lips as she seemed to reach some sort of epiphany.
Exclaiming that he was a bear because they had soft hair. "I can be a bear," he added on . . . not overly thinking of anything as he was basking in the incredible sensation of her slender fingers running through his curly locks. As if each strand of his hair was just aching to be touched. Damn it, he shouldn't be getting turned on right now. Her other hand joined him and he felt even more fargone. He was still able to form somewhat cohesive sentences . . . somehow.
"Are you sure its my hair and not your fingers that are soft?" He asked, eyes closed and the unwavering grin on his mouth. "Because this feels amazing." So incredibly amazing. His disjointed thoughts leading him back to the previous conversation. "I could be papa bear," he suddenly suggested. He didn't do well as mama bear, and he sure wasn't the kid. "What do you think?" He asked, slowly opening his eyes which were glazed over with enjoyment. "Papa bellear?" The pun escaping him without even realization.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 2:31:34 GMT
my people MY RESPONSIBILITY Bellamy gave another smile when Isaiah admitted with a small chuckle that he was only a little traumatized. "Well that's still better than incredibly traumatized," Bellamy offered. Taking what he could from it. Bellamy had to admit, he missed the feeling of the male's hand on his shoulder, even if he was the one meant to be comforting him. "You're welcome," he told him with a bit of a nod when he thanked him. Bellamy knew he couldn't remain here for long, because he did have to keep going through his list of people to question.
"I do actually have to get back to work. And I'm sure you do too," he stated, knowing that he must be busy as well. Bellamy paused before leaving though. "They're having a sort of open mic night type of thing in the lounge today," he explained. Bellamy didn't often have time to attend these things, but he had made a promise to one of the performers. "I'm not performing or anything, but just going to watch. You should come. If you're free." Maybe there would be even more incentive in going if Isaiah was as well.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 2:20:33 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy's gaze remained on Harper as she told him that she was feeling fine now . . . and apologized about the shoes. "Don't worry about it," he assured her. "Nothing that water and cleaner can't take care of." His shoes were the lease of his concerns. Material objects could always be replaced. Lives couldn't. Relationships couldn't. He'd lost enough of both things to know a thing or two about that.
"Have a seat," he offered, pulling out a chair for her as he proceeded to fill a cup of water and set it down on the table in front of the chair he pulled out for her -- should she decide to sit down. Or whether she preferred standing. Truth be told, Bellamy hadn't the slightest idea how to proceed. He'd never had this conversation with someone before. And he never thought he'd have to have it with Harper.
He thought that he would be in love with the woman that carried his child. But that was . . . quite far removed from the relationship him and Harper had. For he knew he lost her that day in the cave. That despite his attempts to protect her and Miller, despite his past actions . . . he had been judged and found guilty. There was no coming back from that, and he couldn't erase the validation of his self hatred. "Have you told anyone else?" He asked, wondering if he should be prepared for anyone else finding out.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 1:42:52 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT Harper's news was what consumed his mind for the rest of the day. Training, patrol, inventory . . . he carried out all these tasks with the distraction in his mind. He was going to be a father. Harper was going to have his baby. The thought of terminating it hadn't come up. He didn't know if that was what Harper wanted or something she considered. He knew what he wanted, but this wasn't about him. The fact that she had told him was something he was quite appreciative of, even though it had just been by coincidence that he was there in the hall when she was.
Still. She didn't have to reveal it, and she had. The rest of the day went by as if he was in some strange sort of daze. As if he was walking underwater. Everything else seemingly drawn out, further away than it actually was. He was both glad and nervous by the time night hit. He left work a little earlier -- though he often dreaded nights alone in his apartment.
It was when the images of his past haunted him. The more he could find to busy himself, the better. Right now however, he had another reason for returning. Harper. Whether she would come or not, he hadn't the faintest idea. He took off his jacket, changing into comfortable pants and a casual t-shirt. He tried to calm his racing heart, but he couldn't. He was pacing, sitting, pacing again, standing to get something that he forgot so just remained on his feet, back to sitting.
And that was when a knock on the door nearly had his heart jump out of his throat. He got up and made his way to it, taking a deep breath, and opened it to reveal Harper. "Hey," he greeted, not even sure what emotion was coming out in his voice. He stepped aside so that she could enter, closing the door behind her, though remaining in place. "Thank you for coming," he told her, not taking that for granted or dismissing how difficult this surely must be for her. "How are you feeling?" He inquired, for her health was his priority. Her health, and their baby's.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 1:31:28 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT He loved hearing her laugh. It was such a jovial, melodic sound. Even in his compromised state, he was recognizing of the rarity of it. People needed to laugh more. Why didn't they? He smiled when she tugged a lock of his hair again, finding that he liked it when she touched his hair. He'd almost even gotten distracted for a moment! But fortunately, he recovered himself. "Rrrriinngg," he exclaimed, making a sound like another bell, since she had pulled another lock. Not that he could even remember which ones she pulled.
It didn't matter though! Her hands felt nice. It was always comforting when someone ran their hands through his hair . . . he almost asked her to do that. But was instantly distracted by her offering her own luscious locks. His smile widened, raising his hand as if deciding how to play her hair. Finally, he settled on a couple 'cords' or locks. His finger gave a slight tug, though not to pull it from her grasp where she was holding it straight.
He tried to play another one, and then another. Hey, it almost made a song! "You have a golden harp," he told her. Because, well, her hair was golden! Golden, beautiful locks of gold. "Did you ever hear the story of Goldilocks and the thre bears? Well, you're like goldilocks. With your gold locks." And it was soft. Soft gold. Damn, he felt rich right now, and his finger just starting to slide over her strand, watching his actions intently and with the utmost focus.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 1:22:19 GMT
my people MY RESPONSIBILITY Bellamy was preparing to turn and walk away . . . when Isaiah stopped him. The man rose to his feet, and placed a hand on his shoulder, inquiring as to an answer to his question. Why didn't he just leave. Something about Isaiah had made Bellamy want to stay and comfort the male. Calm him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it had been enough to make him sit down next to him. And even glad that Isaiah stopped him from leaving -- not entirely rejecting of his company. "It's not," he stated honestly, when Isaiah spoke of calming being down not part of his job.
"But it's less about being a guard, and more about being someone who didn't want to upset you." It was about being a person who did not wish to make another shed tears based on his questioning. Bellamy wondered what it would have been like had Cage questioned him. Dante's son tended to be a bit more . . . intense. And Bellamy couldn't help but be relieved that Isaiah was spared of that intensity. He offered a smile in return to Isaiah's. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok, that's no. No ulterior motives. Just, wanting to make sure I didn't traumatize you too badly." The words were a bit of a tease, playfully remarking on the situation with the hopes of continuing to ease his distressed state.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 14, 2016 0:03:29 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy recalled Pike telling them of Azgeda killing the children. His heart had ached at the story. But then . . . Bellamy had murdered children to. Just, for different reasons. Not for the pure sake of violence. That, was where the grounders differed from him and his people. When they started to head to their camp, Bellamy took in the sight of it . . . he also did not stray far from Bryan's side. Now that he had him back, he didn't want to let him out of his sight for a second. They helped the elderly and injured to the Rover, having ample room for everyone. The other guardsman would lead the rest of the Arkers back to Arkadia on foot.
They had a walkie to stay in touch and Bellamy kept his own radio. Once he got into the driver's seat, he expected Bryan to come into the passenger's spot. And if he didn't, Bellamy would make sure to change whoever the hell was planning on taking that seat. Fortunately, he didn't have to. Bryan came in and the older male felt another wave of relief as he started up the vehicle. "We have some pretty skilled mechanics and engineers at Arkadia," he began to explain.
"There was a garage full of abandoned cars. And . . . there was another facility with vehicles." Mount Weather. But that was a long conversation. "It's not too far," he assured Bryan. He would have to stop staring at him and keep his eyes on the road now. "What's left of the Ark is mostly Alpha station. Plenty of room." They were still missing other portions of the Ark; some exploded, some of the whereabouts were unknown. At least they found farm station though.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 21:49:21 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Truth be told, Bellamy wasn't entirely sure how Jackson was going to react. He hadn't been able to contact him for a month, and the way he had left things . . . well, his heart was riddled with guilt. So he watched his partner awaken, realization sinking in as to who this was. As if he knew exactly what Bellamy had feared, Jackson's actions set them to rest when the male reached up and wrapped his arms around him, saying his name in the soft way that Bellamy loved. He immediately responded, wrapping his arms around Jackson, holding onto him, as if he was afraid to ever let go again.
Bellamy closed his eyes, breathing in his scent, the feeling of him . . . everything about this moment that Bellamy didn't know if he would ever get again. It made him want to say it, to no longer take Jackson for granted. Bellamy turned his head to kiss the side of Jackson's neck, before he moved back a little to kiss his cheek. He then brought both his hands to either side of Jackson's cheeks, cupping them as he drew his head back enough before capturing Jackson in a deep kiss.
The embrace was overflowing with emotion, no longer wanted to dwell in uncertainty. He was terrified he would never see him again, and right now, he needed him to feel this, and know this. Finally easing out of it, Bellamy's forehead remained against Jackson's. "I love you." Needing to tell him just as much as he needed to show him. He kissed his lips again, lightly but still holding strong emotion. "I love you so much," he uttered again, desperate to convey that to Jackson, as he feared having done a poor job of it last he saw him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 21:43:07 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jackson's hand in his hair and on his ass felt sensational. Shame they didn't do this more often. That they had deprived themselves of such pleasure for so long. No more. The necessity to do so was gone -- at least in Bellamy's mind. Bellamy moaned from the feeling of Jackson's touch over his chest, telling him not to stop. He didn't want to, and was further aroused by Jackson's verbal encouragement. As well as his non verbal one. Bellamy let out a strained sound of pleasure when Jackson's wet hand started to stroke him.
The younger male's hands glided over his well formed chest, gripping his shoulders as he used that to brace himself over, his mind spinning with the building need and skillful hand that work over his length. Bellamy forced his eyes open so that he could look at Jackson. So that he could appreciate the man's beauty beneath him. His words kept his smile in place.
"And you . . . " He began to say, a bit breathless, needing to pause in between so that he could form a coherent sentence. "Are so beautiful," he finally breathed out. His hips moved faster, rising and falling over Jackson's cock, breathy grunts falling from his lips as he tilted his head back. "Oh my god," he further breathed. "You feel so amazing." He knew he wasn't going to last much longer as Jackson's hand worked him, and mixed with the incredible feeling of Jackson filling him . . . well, there was pleasure coming from all different directions.
"You are amazing," he continued with a grin, wanting to praise the man beneath him. "You make me happy." Realization prompted by the chip. "I could make you happy too . . . " He paused, slowing down only for a brief moment so he could look at Jackson with soft intent. "If you let me." With that, he picked up again, knowing it would take only a few more strokes from the doctor's hands, and a few more vigorous movements from Bellamy . . . until he came. |
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