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Braeden stopped off the book she had been using and looked up at Bellamy Kane, with a raised eye brow. He had just called out her last name, and she replied with her expected reply of "Yes, Sir?" thought the words were not overly formal--at least not here. Respectful, yes, but nor formal. In the training courses, they had a more casual feel to them. If she was out working--WHEN she was out working, if he spoke to her it was a formal 'yes sir'. "Football game is on tonight. Want to come over tonight and watch it?" This was the source of her raised brow.

Everyone knew they were best friends, and had been close since they were kids--it was expected that they often hung out to watch the game. No one thought anything of it. Sometimes other joined them, but most the time they didn't--because Braeden hated football. She pretended to love it, but Bellamy knew she hated it. Since he was talking to her like a friend, she returned her words like a friend, "Why, you gonna cry when the Knights beat you again?" She teased, knowing he would know what that meant. If she teased him back in any way, even if she said she wasn't sure--then she was coming, and planned to 'come' while there. If she just told him no, flat out, then it meant she really wasn't coming.

However before she could answer, another voice came from behind her. 'Or you could join the Knight fans at a real party,' The voice said, and Braeden--knowing that only Bellamy could see, rolled her eyes. Shumaway was older, and while not old enough to be her father, he was old enough that she knew without trying that they'd have nothing in common. He wasn't her direct officer so it didn't make it illegal, but it did make it questionable--which was another reasons he always politely told him no. "I'd rather watch Blake's face when my team wins." She said without turning to look at him.

Braeden loved Bellamy, and she was aware of that. While they had not expressed it in words, she hoped he knew how she felt--however, as Bellamy was her direct supervisor they could tell no one what they were doing. Or how they felt. For one both their careers would end! Two, it could get Bellamy floated! If they thought he had been prompting her based on sex, or telling her things she wasn't classified to know then he would be floated.

He moved his hand over her's--and it was the first moment that she even realized she was still stroking him. She had forgotten about his pleasure int eh wake of her pending climax, and she felt guilty but needy at the same time. With his hand controlling her actions it gave her the chance to forget about it for a moment, and just work on on finding her climax.

Braeden's head feel back, and her lips formed a small O as the feeling built up a bubble of knife like feeling centered where his hand was--and then the bubble burst! The feeling jerked through her, and Braeden cried out! Everything tightening and trembling with the epicenter his fingers! When the waves begin to ease, her grip loosened, and she feel forward slightly. Her lips going directly to his. That had been the best moment of her life so far! The euphoria of that moment unlike anything she had ever felt!

Braeden watched his face as she touched him there, and bit her lip while watching his jaw work. She wanted to lick it, but hadn't gotten that bold yet. Bellamy must of decided he wanted more too, because he moved his hands to help her sit aside him. The hands moved over her skin, and between her legs, making her gasp--though she wanted him to feel it too. Wrapping her hand around his, Braeden held him before moving her hand down over him, and then back up. Her fingers circled the head of him lightly before doing it again.

She watched his face to see what he liked, so she could do more of it--though there was a few times that her eyes closed tightly as the pleasure from what he was doing was growing stronger. Her finger nails grazed him a few times, as she didn't quite realize what she was doing. One of her hands moved to his shoulder, to hold onto him for better balance as her hips were having trouble staying still. She could feel her wetness dripping down on to his legs. She should be embarrassed, but his fingers were taking her to a place she had never been before and it was hard to think of embarrassment when everything felt so good. "Have you ever . . . ever climaxed before?" She asked, knowing that she thought she had, but this felt better then what she had done alone in her bed. She was beginning think she might not have known what she was doing.

His forehead moved down to rest on her's, but both their eyes watched as his hand moved down to touch her. Braeden gasped when his fingers found that button of pleasure, with her hands flying to his upper harms to hold onto him, while her eyes flew up to his face. For a moment he watched his hand on her but then he looked up at her. He kept moving his fingers, and her hand tightened as the tight pinch of pleasure grew and built into something more "You can do whatever you want to me," She wanted to touch him too! She wanted to know what he looked like--she'd seen photos, but never one in real life. "I can . . . take off my pants," It was as if he knew what she was thinking!

Nodding her head, Braeden agreed, but knew that she wasn't talking very much. Should she talk more? What did one even say in times like this? Did one say please, or tell him the guy what she wanted? "Take off your pants," She more asked then told him in a tone that was sure but not confidant. Then and idea came to her, "Can--Can I do it?"

At his confirmal, she pushed on his shoulders so she could climb out from under him. Between her legs felt more alive then before, and even moving her legs now caused rippled to spread from him. Kneeling on the couch, she waited until he was sitting back on it before moving. Braeden looked into his eyes, for a moment before hand her hands touched his chest, trailing down to his belly, and then the top of his pants. Once there is paused for a moment before her fingers unbuttoned one of the buttons. She could feel him under her fingers, and it made the second button harder, and then the third worse--but she eventually got it opened. Reaching for the sides, she tugged his pants and boxers down to his knees. She stopped there, not because she could not go more, but because he had sprang up now that he was free from his pants, and she could not look away.

He was long, and thick, and it was intimidating to look at knowing that it would . . . one day, maybe . . . fit into her. Her breathing came in deeper and quicker breaths as she looked at him. "I don't know what to do." She admitted, wanting to do something to him to make him feel like she had. Reaching out her fingers touched the tip of him, but she wasn't sure what else to do.

Braeden watched as he pulled down her underwear, and pulled it from her. Her breath was coming faster, and she could feel her chest moving more as she pulled air into her lungs. When her clothing was off, she watched his face, as he looked down at her. She wondered what he was thinking. Had he ever seen one before? Did he like her's? Was it too wet, or not wet enough? Before she could say his name he moved to kiss her, and she was grateful! All her doubts cleared away in the after effects of his kiss!

Then he asked her if he could . . . . but didn't tell her what. She could guess, but no one but herself had ever touched her there. She nodded her head, wanting him to do it. She wanted to feel his hand there. Braeden looked up in his face for a moment before looking back down at where their centers touched. "Should I be doing something to you?" She asked, almost hesitantly, wanting him to like this as much as she was.

Braeden Quinn felt like hell! So when someone knocked on her door she groaned to herself. Pushing from the bed she walked toward her slowly, feeling better but still tired. The sickness that had bene going around had hit her sooner then the others, but thankfully she had been a quick healer--or the sickness was short lived or something. She rather thank herself rather then blame the sickness so she was going to say she beat it. THAT made her sound better.

Pulling open the door she took one look at Bellamy and almost reached for him but held back. He was clearly sick! "Damn it, Blake! Go to med bay!" Where the others were roped off for protection! He looked like hell, and she didn't invite him in because he wasn't staying! He was going to med bay, and get all doctored up! Stepping out of her cabin she shut the door and waiting for him to begin walking. "You should be there!"

Nov 8, 2015 5:41:44 GMT Bellamy Blake said:

I would say that Bellamy is Chaotic Good "Rebel"! Hopefully I got that right!

Braeden is clearly an rule follower! Lawful neutral I would think! Because she does bad things and good things. Like she lies, and stuff!

Hey Bellamy Blake what do you think he was before he came to the ground?