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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 3:05:47 GMT
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Braeden looked in the mirror and lifted up her shirt. Nothing. Bloody hell if she was going to feel this pregnant the least her body could do was make her look it! Her belly was hard when you touched it, rather then soft, so she knew the bump was coming, but damn it, she was tired of waking up cold and sick and not even looking like there was another happening. She'd lost weight! Wasn't pregnant women supposed to gain it? Her rations at increased, but she hadn't been able to keep much down. Her mother had warned her the first few months were hard, but then it got easier. She was looking forward to that. Easier. Ha.
Braeden dropped her shirt and stared at her face. She thought about last night for the 100th time. She wasn't sure why she had done it, but she wasn't sorry she had done it. She had always been raised to follow the law and last night she had broken it a few times. Hearing a knock at her door, Braeden walked toward it. When she opened it, her face had a bit of surprise on it but then she blinked it away and stepped back so he could enter. Yeah, she should have expected this, but she hadn't thought he would come. Braeden shut the door behind him, but didn't speak. Not because of anger but because she wasn't sure what to say. The bitterness had left over the last month, but the pain was still there.
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 2:56:54 GMT
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 2:48:41 GMT
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He teased her, and had she not be so breathless she would have returned his tease, telling him that he been his fault! They had been been too inexperienced! However, right now he was lifting her up and and taking aim, before pushing inside of her. Her fingers tightened around his, as he held them to the wall; even her legs tightened around him as he did it! The stretching feeling of being so full was almost too much. She had slept with other guys but Bellamy was nicely sized and she loved it!
Her breathing was deep and heavy, as it mingled with his. He began a rhythm of trusting and each time he pushed into her and hit her thrust right send a little wave of pleasure shooting up her spine. She pulled her hands out of his, and moved them to grip his lower back, trying to hold on to him better so he could have stronger thrusts. She made light gasping sounds, as she tried to keep air in her body but the heat, and his actions made it hard. One of her hands moved up his back to tangle in his hair, and she pulled him in for another kiss, even though she was breathless at it was!
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 2:34:50 GMT
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Braeden didn't want him to fight for her--they were both too headstrong, and she wasn't in a back down or see reason mood--but the fact that he didn't, didn't even try hurt her more then she cared to admit. He just left! HE LEFT! . . . . Good! Braeden felt herself cry when he did, but by the next day she was forcing herself to move forward. The news of her permit spread, and she tried to put on a happy face but most of the time she avoided people in the first few days. According to rumor, Bellamy had been caught cheating when a surprise inspection found girl clothes in his room and that was why they were not speaking to see everyone right now. Some came by to offer her support, and others came back to find out if they could help get them back together. Either way she sent both along quickly.
Her father was angry. She was going to be an unwed mother. His disappoint hurt. Even said it. He told her that her choices had disappointed him. His exact words had been 'I expected better choices from you'. That had been the cherry on the heartbreak cake. It had left her in a broken hearted rage for a week.
Though time moved on, and eventually she learned to deal with things. Not well, but the anger couldn't last forever. She trying to force herself to change sectors, but she knew if she did then the bitterness would return when she wondered who he was sleeping with now. It had made her drag her feet, with each day being the one where she promised herself she would do it tomorrow. The paperwork was where on her tablet. Ready for her to fill out. She just had not done it.
Then came the day that some kid took a spacewalk, and everyone lost their minds. A month's of good air had been lost, and people got nervous when something like that happened. The council didn't help matters because they reacted like it was a huge deal. It came on the heels of a small riot in the farming sector, and guards were moves to help work there, which lead to every section being shorted changed. Which meant everyone was working double shifts. Sometimes the Ark had power fluxes, and to make this night worse, her section was having one which meant it was going to get cold tonight--not life endangering cold, but very uncomfortable cold. If you didn't have a special blanket you'd run the risk of getting life endangering cold.
It was then that Braeden knew that Bellamy was working in the farming section, and he could in no way leave to deal with anything. Which meant the girl in this floor was going to get cold tonight. Braeden was pissed she even thought about! She was pissed her even cared! However, when she went to make sure the blankets were being handed out, she checked out her own and then marked one to be checked out to Bellamy's name as well. She took them both to his place and used her override code to get in--which caused the girl to panic. Braeden shut the door behind her, and moved to toss the blanket down. "There is a power flux. You'll need this." She also tossed down part of her rations (both water and food) to make sure she'd be ok. Braeden turned and walked toward the door. 'Thank you,' the voice called out and Braeden paused for a long moment before walking out.
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 2:07:53 GMT
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She laughed at his teasing but then moved to pull the harnest on her, and tighten it--as tight as it would go. Almost t the point she could not feel her toes, but the weight gave her confidance. Being bound into something helped her be able to do this. Everything was quite and she watched the door be sealed, and the sounds began for their disconnect. Her breathing came faster, and her heart was beating so hard she could feel it everywhere and not in her chest.
"In peace may you leave this shore." Oh no! He was praying! She knew many took comfort in that, but apart of her thought it was a bad omen. People only prayed when things got bad or they thought they could die. "In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels." Safe passages. Yes! Lets pray for that! "Until our final journey to the ground, may we meet again." She looked back at him, and nodded, "May be meet again." She told him, just as the dropship jerked and then floated away from the Ark. Any moment now thrusters would push them toward Earth and gravity would cause it to crash land on Earth--a parachute and thrusters or some shit would slow it down. Her hands gripped the sides of her seat, and she looked around before looking directly ahead.
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 1:57:26 GMT
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He was teasing her, and she loved the sound of his voice while they did this! It was different, almost huskier. Not his normal voice, and there was no formality in his tone! She moaned slightly when he first touched her between his legs, and her head moved back to bump into the wall! Oh there it was! The cure to the ache! Just like old times! She smiled at that, but teased him back. "Maybe you'll last longer this time." At the time they had been too embarrassed about things to tease and tell the other what they wanted. Now she had no trouble voicing it. He had been good that first time! She knew it now, even more then she did then as most girls would talk about how it hurt and they couldn't even get close to finishing. Not only had he taken care of her first, but she had been so close! And the later times they'd done it she had no trouble trouble finishing!
Her hands moved to his shoulders and she held on. His fingers toying with her down there, mixed with how turned on she already was lead her to feel everything started to quiver! "Bellamy," She moaned, pulling his shoulders to to get him closer for each new kiss. When she begin to come, she broke the kiss and moved to muffle the sounds into his shoulder--seeming to know that it would echo too much in here. As the first orgasm begun to ease, she reached down to push her pants and everything under them down, and had to force her legs to unwrap around him to get them off. She wasn't done! If anything she only wanted him more now.
Once then were off, she moved to pull his down too. They didn't make it past his knees before she was standing up on her toes and kissing him again. Her hand moving to wrap around him, and feel how much he had grown since she'd last touched him!
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 1:20:48 GMT
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She had not stopped to think about what this was, and she wasn't about to stop now! He bit at her lip, and she curled her tongue around his, and they both were tasting each other and there was nothing outside this lift at the moment. She felt them move and the next moment her back on against the wall instead, and he lifted her up. This was hot! The whole room was hot and she has to take deeper breaths to keep air filling her body. His hands on her butt made the muscles in her girly parts tighten in anticipation.
Her hands went to his shirt, and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side. His skin felt so good under her hands! Smooth but strong and unyielding! Her lips broke from his and went to his jaw, where she returned his nipping along his skin until Braeden reached his ear. There whispered in a husky voice, "I've been wet since she started sparing," She admitted, not event thinking about why that was a bad admitting. Her hand followed the same path his had, until she tucked into his pants and could grip his ass in return. Oh damn! He was soft and firm there too! That was new! He had not been this build at 16!
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 1:10:28 GMT
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 1:01:03 GMT
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 5, 2015 0:29:37 GMT
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 4, 2015 21:54:08 GMT
| Braeden Quinn wasn't the type of girl who allowed others to sway her decisions or stand in the way of what she wanted. So when she heard about the the mission to Earth, she was volunteering for it quickly. She knew there was a risk they could all die, but she also knew that if they lived . . . they'd be on Earth! It was something she had wanted a kid but had known it was impractical. Now it was a reality--which was why when her current boyfriend told her he thought they should stay, she told him goodbye. It had been easy, almost too easy. Following her volunteering, there had been some training, and a months worth of prep--during this time she had even move on with her life. Too easy. It told her a great deal about the relationship. She was suited up in her boots and guard's uniform, even had her father's jacket for luck--a given given to her right before leaving. Upon entering the dropship she moved toward her assigned section, which was on the main floor. Most the others were already seated, or piling in behind her. Her eyes feel on the man who'd be her boss while on Earth, and who had been her friend since school days. Moving toward him him she sat in the seat beside him; not caring if he had promised it to someone, like his second in command or girlfriend or someone. Well, she cared but she rather ask forgiveness then permission. "Don't tell me it's not ironic that you were my Earth Skills tutor and now you're taking me to earth." She teased, looking over at him but not buckling up yet. "Cause from where I am sitting, the humor is there." Bellamy Blake Kane had been her 'tutor' and they'd end up not getting much studying done in favor of other things; and now the skills they didn't study were the ones they needed to keep them alive--thankfully they had at least managed to pass the class. |
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 4, 2015 21:37:42 GMT
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Braeden had her back toward to door when he opened it, as she was moving toward her boots rather then paying attention to who it was. The sound of the bang made her body jerk, and duck on instinct; yet at the same time she was twisting around to see Bellamy. "Bellamy!" Whom was falling toward the ground. She pushed her body up and ran toward the door, grabbing her own gun that was near it, and stepping into the hall to make sure whomever had been there wasn't waiting to shot him again--instead she only saw a figure running away. She fired once, but didn't wait to see if she hit or missed, only ducked back in and fell to her knees beside Bellamy.
Her hands went to his side where all the blood was coming from. "Bellamy! Look at me!" How bad was it? What was happening? She was pressing hard on the area, panic building in her. "GET A MEDIC!" She yelled when she heard bodies in the hall! "Get doctor Griffin!" She could hear the tremor in her voice. Turning she looked back down at him again; "Help is coming, just hang on, ok. Just keep looking at me! Don't try and move, just stay here until they come!" She wished now that her life was different and she was a doctor rather then a guard so she could help him. She knew nothing about how to help keep him alive. Nothing.
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 4, 2015 21:08:26 GMT
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"I deserve your anger, Braeden," He told her and for a moment she thought he might have been about to say something else, but instead he signed the document, and she leaned forward to grab it from the table, and pull it back toward her. She had what she needed to at least make sure the baby was safe, and for the moment that was all that was important. "But my sister doesn't." Right, because he had done this, and not her. He had turned himself into a whore, and climbed into her bed and made her believe him; when the whole time he was only doing it for his sister.
She felt used, and stupid, and heart broken. "So my options are tell someone, and watch me loose the career I worked so hard for--the one that meant everything to me, and that I have spent my whole life trying to prove myself in--and watch them kill you and eventually her . . . . or keep the secret and live the rest of my life in fear of getting caught, which one day might happen, and then everything would happen anyway and my baby would then be an orphan." She layed it out for him. Made sure he was aware of the choice she had to make--one she already had made, but wanted to make sure he knew what he was asking of her. Did he think about any of this before crawling into her bed? What would he have done if it had been Shumway and not her as the one with the files? How far would he had gone? "I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't and you've seen to that . . . . . . I'm not going to tell." That was the only thing she knew for sure. Everything else she had no clue about what would happen.
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 3, 2015 0:55:10 GMT
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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 3, 2015 0:34:01 GMT
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"Go ahead," he said, teasing her, "Though I warn you, I may be a bit difficult to restrain." Braeden looked up at him, and he moved to turn and kiss her. Her hands moved up his chest and around his neck. Damn! She loved him! While their alone time was limited, she was grateful that they had the rest of their lives together. Before she had thought she lost him, when he volunteered for the culling. When he had forcibly stopped her from joining him. Her hands dropped to from his neck, and moved down and around until she could cup his ass--only to have the moment ruined by a knock.
Groaning softly she broke the kiss, and turned to grab some pants to pull on before he opened the door. While she was proud of his rank, she planned to keep him in bed a week when his father got back. "Answer it, while I find some restraints." She teased, not moving to find anything, because she wasn't really going to tie him up.
Braeden did up her pants, and moved look for her boots. She wasn't PLANNING on leaving, but if there was a knock at the door it meant that nine times out of ten he was needed else were. She even had her playful comments ready. He would tell her he was needed in the council room, and she would tell him he was needed between her thighs. He would tell her that he had to go check on something, and she would tell him to check on her under her clothes. Something to give him something to think about while he went and ran the camp.
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