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His tone was crass and uncaring. Perfect. Just what she needed. She didn’t need him to care. A shoulder to cry on was not what she’d come here for. And if that’s what she was going to seek out, Bellamy certainly wasn’t the man for that job. "Time to move on." Move on. Exactly. Now that’s, what she’d come here for. He wasn’t someone she particularly liked, hell she’d even hated him for a while, so there was no chance of any sort of feelings developing. The perfect man really for her intentions of no strings attached sex. Raven needed to prove to herself that could let go just as easily as Finn apparently did.

Swallowing down any remaining fears or doubts she sat on his bed and proceeded to take off her shoes and jacket. Concentrating on each action instead of allowing herself to really think this through, so there was no chance for her to psych herself out. “Moving on,” she said, using his own words to answer his question. Standing up, she unzipped her trousers and pulled them down, all the while avoiding his gaze, until she finally stepped out of them and turned to him. Taking the hair tie out of her ponytail and pausing. His expression was intent and serious. By now he must have known what she was really here for, and looking into his eyes now, through her off for a moment. Was she really going to go through with this? “I’ve never been with anyone but Finn,” she thought out loud. Yes dammit she was going to do this. Mustering up all the confidence she had and faking the rest, Raven looked him up and down and stepped forward. “Take off your clothes.” She wasn’t asking, and at his unsure stare she decided to take the initiative instead. “Fine, I’ll go first.” Pulling her shirt over her head, Raven just stood before him expectantly hiding all the rushing fears of another rejection behind her expression.

Raven just let herself be carried by Bellamy and Abby inside. Completely relying on them to keep her up as she was cut down from the tree. The only thing keeping her from slipping into unconsciousness was the adrenaline pumping through her body. The bone shattering fear that she couldn’t let go of, was quite literally keeping her awake. Shivering she laid down on the cold hard surface beneath her, barely paying attention to her surroundings anymore. Raven just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Because none of this could be real. This couldn’t have happened. All she needed to do was close her eyes and she would wake up on the ark in his arms. The same way she’d woken up so many times for so many years. Hell if that was too much to ask then she would be fine with waking up on the ground with Finn in Clarke's arms. Just as long as he….as long as wasn’t…

The pain of contact with one of the cuts pulled Raven from her thoughts. Glancing down at Bellamy she sighed. Ordinarily she would refuse his help, but she was in no place to do any such thing. He’d seen her in her most vulnerable state, held her together as she shattered into a million pieces. Really there was no one else she’d rather be here, trying to hold those pieces together again. Only this time in a more obviously physical sense. Hissing at the pain, she moved her hand to wipe more of the tears that were falling. It was a wonder there were any left. “Bellamy,” she practically whispered, laying a hand on his to pause his movements. “I’m…scared.” Raven looked away as she said the last word, feeling something akin to shame at admitting her feelings, like some terrified kid. “Don’t leave…me,” she continued, her voice breaking with unshed tears.

He was playing along, which only served to make the encounter all the more fun. There was no real harm in enjoying it was there? As long as she got the job done. Hell, maybe she’d even visit him in jail. The flirting was harmless and served her agenda. She just needed to keep him distracted and underestimating her enough to give her the advantage in the race. Not that she needed it of course. Cars were her whole life, she could tear down and build one up again from scratch. But still it didn’t hurt.

She smiled as he laughed at her perhaps a little over the top implications. Forcing herself to remember that this was the very same guy that almost completely ruined her nearest and dearest…car. As he officially accepted her challenge moving closer, she stood her ground. Letting him know Raven wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. “Good, let’s do this.” The sudden silencing of the crowd froze her in her movements. A sobering reminder that this whole operation was a high risk. She could get arrested. And while she did have a friend in Bellamy there was really only so much he could do for her. No more messing around. This was a personal selfish vendetta, but it was her personal selfish vendetta. And there was no way she would scare that easy.

"... line her up." All it took was those three words to set get her heart beating hard in anticipation and excitement. It was time for the real fun to begin. Before hopping in to her car she glanced at Murphy. “Hey, good luck. I think you’re going to need it.” Lining up her car next to his she checked and fiddled over all her gears, her hand gripping the steering wheel. A girl in shorter shorts than Raven if that were even possible stood between their two cars holding up a flag. Keeping her foot hovering just above the accelerator, Raven took one last look at John. The ditzy flirty look vanished and gone, only to be replaced by intense determination to beat his sorry ass. May the best man…scratch that…woman, win.

Swap it? Swap it?! As if she’d ever swap Dean for any other car. The idea in itself was absolutely ridiculous. “Oh? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were scared.” She was needlessly provoking him. It was unnecessary but she couldn’t help but be caught up in the moment. He seemed to effortlessly bring out that side of her. And as soon as she started thinking straight she’d learn to be annoyed by that. But the atmosphere was contagious. It was why she tried to stay away from these kinds of things…because of the temptation it offered. This whole underground world was everything she could ever want…with the small disadvantage of being completely illegal. She had to draw the line somewhere. Besides, fixing cars gave her all the satisfaction she needed. Maybe even a little too much.

“You sure you can handle me?” She asked, taking a step forward, her teeth expertly grazing her bottom lip. Treading into dangerous territory there Raven. But it was all part of the plan. Perhaps not all of it, but there were no major deviations. Everything was still on track. “With this,” she said stroking the hood. “I can ride pretty fast if I put my mind to it.” She chose her words carefully, adding a smirk and coy little glance to the ground. “Last chance to back out.” Sealing the deal. She knew he wouldn’t back out now, because if their roles were reversed there’s no way she would back out. While she’d hate to admit they had any similarities, Raven couldn’t help but recognise that same stubborn arrogance that she saw every day in the mirror in Murphy’s eyes now. And dammit she was going to use that to her advantage.

Gena thought she was being so subtle, but Raven knew her too well. She saw straight through her. They were both actually almost painfully obvious, a blind man could see the massive crushes they had on each other, but for some reason they couldn’t. It was frustrating to watch every time Bellamy came to the bakery with the shameless and to be honest kind of lame flirting that Gena seemed to dig for some reason. It was at those specific times that she wondered how on Earth he managed to get into her pants. But neither of them would make a move. She would flutter her eyelids, he would all but drool and then….nothing. Bellamy would take the doughnuts and leave every…single…time. She couldn’t take it any longer.

It hadn’t been a lie per say. But Raven had needed to say something to get Gena to come so she told her to be her backup on a date Raven was going on with some guy she met at the autoshop. It would be a double date she said, and he was bringing a friend so she needed to bring a friend. “You’d be doing me a massive favour.” There it was. The line she knew her friend couldn’t resist. She was just too kind hearted for her own good. It was just bending the truth. Okay fine, it was kind of lie but the guy, Wells was it? was real and so was the double date idea. She just failed to mention that Gena’s blind date would be one Bellamy Blake. There was no way she would have come otherwise.

Using the same lie on Bellamy surprisingly worked too, though it took a little more convincing and she had to play around with the words slightly. But now all the pieces were set. She just had to wait for them to come to the restaurant. It was the perfect plan. They’d be telling their kids about how Aunt Raven was the reason they even existed. It was going to work, and now the only thing left was for Raven to diabolically laugh while stroking a fluffy white cat. Overkill? Perhaps. But everyone needed to know that she was the godamn master at matchmaking.


Tag: Bellamy Blake & Gena Martin

Raven was hungry. Again. These days she always was and while usually she would find something to sate that hunger, today was different. Bellamy was trying to be helpful and she appreciated it, she really did, but sometimes that was hard to show. Raven cringed as the memory of a plate flying across a room, narrowly missing his head entered her mind. Nothing was working, everything he brought her left her feeling nauseous and light headed. It was so damn frustrating she could punch someone. Another thing she would consciously try not to do again.

She sat on her bed resting her hands on her ever growing belly as she waited for him to bring something else. Hoping to every god imaginable that this would work. Her cravings this time felt almost painful, in the pit of her stomach like an itch she just couldn’t scratch. It was infuriating. As soon as she heard the footsteps approaching she attempted to sit up. No luck. One…more…time. Sighing she gave up, feeling like a turtle stuck on its back. Great, just what she needed. Smiling as soon as Bellamy walked in, she held her arms out expectantly waiting for him to pull her up. “This better work, or else…” she said, before quickly adding a smile so he knew she was just teasing…mostly. Something stirred within her at the sight of him. That itch she’d noticed before became more obvious and it only got worse the closer he got. Hell if she didn’t know any better she’d think it was because…no. That couldn’t be it. It must have been the food he brought. Her pregnancy had provided her with a superhuman sense of smell after all. Yes, that had to be what it was. Because otherwise…she was in big trouble.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

He was interested in the car, that much was clear. He may be a good for nothing thief but she could at least appreciate his taste. Raven recognised that same eager look in his eyes whenever he glanced at it. No way would she admit they had anything in common but that came close. "You sure you want to lose this?" Cocky, she couldn’t help but smile at his arrogance. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” she said with a hint of some arrogance of her own. “I hope you’re not too attached to your ride.” She couldn’t help it. There was no harm in enjoying some of this encounter. Her mind was still focused on the task at hand to take his car and humiliate him. But she could still have fun with the trash talk while she was at it. It’s not something you do every day, so why not soak up the experience?

Raven visibly gritted her teeth and resisted a retort to his insulting accusation. Holding her tongue so she wouldn’t blow up the whole plan in her face. It was difficult though, not something she normally did. After a slight pause to compose herself she plastered on a fake smile. “No, this is kind of my pride and joy. We’ve been through a lot together.” But he would know that wouldn’t he. “I’m looking for a new project though, and I think your car might be it.” Her hand stroked the hood of her car as the memory of a banged up Dean being brought into her autoshop entered her mind. It was a sobering thought. A brass reminder that she wasn’t here to make friends. She was here to kick some ass. Some John Murphy ass.