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Braeden came back from seeing her father, and just stood there. He was going to give his life for the rest of the people on the Ark. She had wanted to be with him now, but she needed some time to adjust and gather herself before she could say goodbye to him. She had been strong, but she wanted to be weak. She'd wanted to beg, but instead she had tried every way she could to talk him out of his. Only nothing worked, and his mind was made up. So when he went to turn in his notice and take care of some things--she'd come here to be alone for a moment.

It could have been seconds or hours later that she heard the door open and Braeden turned to walk toward it. She knew who it was! Only one person had the code to her place--Bellamy Kane! Her first few steps were a walk but her last few was a jog to get to him. Wrapping her arms around him she took strength from him. "You ok?" He asked, ad Braeden looked into his eyes, and tired to be strong .. . . but this was Bellamy. "My father volunteered." She told him, grateful he was here right now.

"Did you know?" About the Ark dying. She had know he was dealing with some majorly confidential things, but she had never asked. Her tone wasn't judging, for she understood the nature of their jobs and lives. She would not have told him either if she had been told not too. She only wanted to know if this was what he had been baring alone for months. Or however long he had known.

He turned her, while teasing her about trying to find out. Braeden laughed as he sat her up on the table, thus giving her an easier time of kissing him. He was between her knees and Braeden tightened then around his hips. "Maybe I know you well enough to know the answer," Which was true--while women naturally bounces back quicker the men, Bellamy had always been ready for round two with ease! It made their marathon nights unbelievable! She would brag tot he girls if they were allowed to talk about things--which they weren't!

While they had never spelled out what they were--Braeden knew they both knew how the other felt. They didn't say it with words but in touches, and kisses (like the one he was giving her now). Her hands moved up his arms and over his shoulders, to then skim up his neck and into his beloved hair! Her fingers locked into the curls, as she returned his playing bossing with her own!

"I thought you wanted me to clean you?" She asked breathlessly, as a tease. Though one she would gladly do, as the idea of him in her mouth was never a bad one! With some guys it was gross, but with Bellamy it turned her on as well--the sight of his face, the sounds he made, and how she knew just the right places to tease him to make him get to the edge . . . . . she loved watching him loos control! "Or did you get distracted by the sight of a naked girl?"

Braeden Quinn was a woman of high morals--most the time. Currently she was playfully playing dominate to her supperior officer by riding him on his own couch! AND she loved it--because she loved him! Bellamy had been her first, and while they had decided to call it quits after school--they had met up again a few years ago and their adult selves had come together and grown closer then before!

It was a risk of course, because he was her boss, and because of their ranks and the information they dealt with relationships were banned. Which made things awkward when BOTH OF THEIR boss walked right in to catch her trying to tease Bellamy into finishing first--what made it worse (AND was the worte detail in the setting) was that the boss that caught them WAS HIS FUCKING FATHER! "FUCK!" She she let out in a very unprofessional way--not that anything here was professional!

It didn't take long before Bellamy had his shirt around her and was standing up to block the way. Braeden was in a panic! She pulled on her clothes, not bothering to clean up the mess between her lets or seek out her underwear! When she was cover, she walked before Bellamy and looked at him--willing to stay if he wanted her too. When he gave her a sign it was alright, she nodded her head, and walked toward the door. Looking away from Officer Kane she walked out "Sir," and hurried back to her place---her face bright red under her dark tones.

WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS GET BEAT UP ON THIS SHOW?!?!

At least Bell still has his curls!!!!

Any news on Marcus? What is looking like this season?

It was easy to see that he was enjoying this, and Braeden enjoyed watching this play out over his face; even if some of the parts felt awkward sometimes. During on thrust his pelvic bone hit that button that was a direct line into her own pleasure, and it caused her to tighten around him, which in turn made his thrusting touch a place in in that caused her to gasp slightly! That little joint had felt good, and helped ease everything else. His hand moved to her hip, and guided her movements to move up and meet him, which caused him to hit that button again, and again; which in turn made her tighten each time.

It was starting to feel nice! Her hands loosened on her shoulders and moved to hold him closer to her. He said he was close, and she knew she wasn't quite there yet, but she wanted to be! She only didn't know how to catch up with him! "Good! I want to watch you." His face. She wanted to watch his face as he found his pleasure, because the emotions he felt were written all over it. It fed into her arousal, and made this moment better! It was turning out to be a good memory rather then one she rather forget. She had not even realized what she had said out loud, she only spoke what she wanted--and it felt good.

He gave a nod, and his hand left her. Branden's hands moved his his shoulders, and she felt the tip of him between her legs as he kissed her . . . and then he pushed in! AND it hurt! Her hands tightened, and her breath caught in her lungs, while her eyes went wide. That had not been as bad as expected, but still it was enough that the pleasure from a moment ago faded. She felt full, and almost uncomfortable! Her legs moved up, trying to accommodate the full feeling! She watched his face, and when he moved again it hurt, but not as much. There was an almost awkward feeling too it.

The The third, and fourth time as well. It was right around after this that she begun getting used to it, and the pain had started fading away. She no longer had a pained expression, but one that watched him carefully. "Bellamy," She whispered his name, the look on his face almost looked pained but . . . but she knew it wasn't pain. He had made her feel magical, and she wanted to be able to give it back to him. "It is not hurting now." She gave him permission to do what he needed to do, in order to find his own pleasure . . . though truth be told, it was feeling less awkward with each thrust.

"Only that I might hurt you," he admitted, and she half smiled, a liking his answer, but knowing it make her more nervous too. "I'm glad it's you." She told him, "That we can . . . for the first the time together." It made her feel better knowing it was his first time too. As he moved over her he began kissing her again, and she was grateful because it took away some of her ability to think. Less thinking meant more feeling!

His hand also began helping her relax, and she gasped through the kiss. The feelings were building slightly, but the impervious feeling wasn't going to go away so easy. Breaking the kiss she looked into his eyes and it felt right--nervous--but right. "I'm ready," She whispered, moving her head up to brush his hair back, as a bit of it had fallen forward.