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"Best not to use those kinds of connections," Really? The girls she listed were more Well's and Octavia's friends more then her's, but she would use the hell out of them if she could. Roma and Octavia were friends, but Roma didn't get a long with some of the others. They were 'good' kids and she was more of let your hair down. Lilly could have her moments, but Clarke was a air lock of fun. "But it's going to be small key. I want a guest list and only those people are attending." What? "I was thinking maybe ten tops?" She would tell the others to crash it, so then it could be more fun.

"Depending how many people are there, it'll be just me chaperoning, or I'll call a couple other people to come in." They didn't need more! Roma wasn't going to try to get more people there! The goal was to break loose--not have everyone standing over them for being too silly. "I think you are going be just what we need," She told him in a slow voice, hinting at other things. Other things that he seemed to have picked up on already. "Maybe you should come see me when you're eighteen then. We can plan another party." That was too far away! Roma had met Bellamy a few months ago, and had had her eye on him since. He was hot, nice, and really took care of his ward--she wanted that for herself, too. She didn't need the baby sitter part--but the rest of him she could take.

"You didn't just come here to talk about a party for Octavia, did you?" Busted! But she didn't care. Roma pushed from the table, and slid to the ground. Stepping closer to him she put on foot on the side of his chair, and swung her other leg over to the other side so she could sit on his lap. "They are studying Earth Skills. That's not a skill I care to have . . . so I volunteered to be the one to come plan . . . and look at that--we've planned." Her arms went to rest on his shoulders so she could hold her own hands behind his neck and lean in. "Now what I am going to do for a few hours until my friends are free?"

"Come right in," Bellamy told her, and she winked at him. "Sounds good," Step one: complete! "Who's in the 'some of the girls' group?" Knowing that Octavia said he was protective, and that she was also covering for her friend, Roma wasn't going to explain. "Some of the girls. Everyone has a job, and their job is to distract her." Like Roma's job was to distract him! "If you want to throw it here, you can." Roma looked around before looking back at him with a 'no' expression. Stepping closer to him, she looked up and plucked at his shirt in a teasing manner right over his belly. "This place is a bachelor pad. We are going to want some space away from the adults, since to live it up and let our hair down if you know what I mean."

"So what did you have in mind?" Roma moved to stand beside him and looped her arm with his to move him toward the table. "Let's sit down and talk about it! You've known her longer." She waited for him to sit, before hopping up on the table and crossing her legs so they were almost in his lap. "So tell me about what you think she'd like! Loud music, games, something casual, or a themed party?" Roma let her foot swing lightly so the sole of her boot would casual brush over him every now and then.

"So . . . that's a no on making a tent?" Roma's eyes narrowed at him, and the glare could have killed had it been a gun. However before she could speak, or storm off he took the tent from her, and begin building it for her. It softened her anger, mostly because she knew he wasn't doing this for everyone. Or at least she had not seen he doing it for everyone--which meant . . . . . she didn't know what the hell it meant. She would have thought it meant he still felt whatever he had felt on the Ark toward her, but he had also kicked her out of his bed and his life. . . . and then asked her to come meet him. She never had learned why.

"Would you have rather been floated?" Yeah. No. She didn't know. She didn't want to die here. She didn't want to live here either! Honestly, she would guess the answer was no, she would not rather get flaoted. She just didn't like that a dress had got her a permit stay in hell. "Everyone has something to offer. You just gotta figure what you have that can be useful." Was he telling her to offer her self to someone for protection? "I don't think sarcasm is going to be a needed skill here." Because they both knew her skills were not in anything but social, and pounding. Deciding that wasn't what he meant, she tried to think of other skills. She was a farmer's daughter . . . . was she supposed to grow something here? She didn't know how to grow something. She had fought tooth and nail to not go to work with her parents everyday! Looking around she wondered what she could do. "I could help you do something." She offered, knowing he had a posy of boys at his side but maybe she could help them do something else.

He was looking at the finished tent, and she moved to stand beside him, looking at it as well. After a long moment she turned to face him. "Can I ask you something?" Roma waited for him to at least look at her before she kept talking. "On the Ark, you asked me to meet you, but I was arrested before I could come." It was why she had not shown up. She had wanted too, but a few hours before she had gotten arrested and locked away. She figured that he would either hear about it--which he didn't--or figure she didn't want to see him. "Why did you want to see me?"

"She's good," Bellamy told her, and Roma nodded, glad to hear it. She knew that her mother wanted her close, but she hoped that once things calmed down that she could see her some, and try to maybe babysit her often or something. She missed her. "Thank you Roma," She could hear it in his voice, the honestly behind his words, and she smiled awkwardly, not sure how to take his thank you. In the begining she had done it for his protection, but she hadn't thought he would come to the mountain. She had not thought anyone would cone--she she had done it for Arria. "For taking care of her. For protecting her." "You're welcome."

Roma looked toward the fire, but then back at him while wrapping her around around her middle. "Thank you for getting us out of there. I didn't think anyone would come . . . . I told them she was daughter, and they let her stay with me. The others over heard and went with it. I kind of got attached to her." She tried to make it sound like a tease. "She'd brave. She reminds me of you." Which was honestly, rather then Roma trying to hit on him now. Bellamy had never acted afriad, even when Roma knew he had to be. She admired that now that she understood how hard it was. "She knew you'd come. She would tell me all the time that you'd come. . . . and you did."

"Can we go somewhere to talk?" She wanted to know what the hell was going on and she wanted to know damn well why she was not invited! "Is your place free?" Why not now? Was he going to finish up here first? "Really?" She asked, then tossed up her hands, "Yeah, it's free. Why can't you just explain here?" Why risk going to a place her parents could be?!

But she was more curious then worried about them, so she would go with him there. Looking closer, at the hole in the floor, then at the girl--Roma became even more confused, when the hole appeared small. Whatever he was doing here was just weird! She wanted answers. Moving toward the door she waited for him, before walking out and down the hall. She waited a few steps from the door, until he joined her. "This is not how I planned to spend the night," She muttered, before turning and leading the way to her place--a place she had never really let him linger in before.

His hands tightened in her hair, and she loved it! Normally she was very annoyed when people messed up her hair, but during this moment she knew it was already messed up--and she wanted that just pounded look. It was a good look on her! As long as he didn't pull it out, she didn't mind him holding on to it. Besides, him tightening his hold meant he was growing close, and she wanted to get him there. She was damn good at sucking him off, and while she was willing to bet that she wasn't the only girl who had done this too him--she would damn well be known as the best if she had her way of it.

Her teeth grazed his skin, and she nipped at the head of him; waiting util she could taste the pre-cum before she lifted her head, and adjusted so she could side over his hips, facing him, and sink down over him, letting him disappear into her depths. She moaned from the fullness, as she set out a very slow rhythm of sliding up until the head of him was just at her entrance, before sinking down over him once again. Every now and then she just rock back and forward, using his pelvic bone to rub her self off on. "Could you imagine this with another girl joining us?" She teased him, wanting him to think about it. "She could use her mouth on one of us. You could bend her over the bend, and take her while she used her mouth on me, and we'd finish staring at each other." She was painting him a picture, wanting him to this about the adventure they could have together, if they were both enough to try it together.