[this shouldn't be happening. she should be turning right around and going to her own tent, her own space. this is probably a terrible idea. people might hear, people might know (not that bellamy isn't totally hot, nor is he a source of embarrassment). it's just, maybe she should be focusing on more important things, like, you know, surviving this place, the grounders, everything else. not sex. not her raging teenage hormones.
but that doesn't seem to matter to caroline now as she pushes the makeshift door aside and comes right in like she owns the place. she feels empowered, emboldened as she does so. she doesn't stop for greetings or to be invited in (although later she'll be grateful he's alone). she just goes in, goes in and pulls bellamy away from whatever he's doing.
she pushes him towards his bed until she's straddling his lap as he's seated on it, her dress riding up to expose her thighs.]
If I see one smug smirk from you, I'm leaving. [ and before he can agree or disagree, her mouth was on his for a kiss that left no doubt what she is here for.]
[ Usually an intrusion into his tent would be met with more choice words from Bellamy; they’re just on the tip of his tongue, ready to come out, when he turns to see who the intruder is. The protest dies right there; he doesn’t even mind being pulled away from rifle he has disassembled in his tent, one they raided earlier, he’s caught a little off guard by how there’s no hesitation from her...in a good way. The way his pulse quickens as Caroline pushes him towards the makeshift bed is telling of that.
He’s already shirtless, usually is when he’s in his tent, and as he falls back, his hands were already on her hips, lightly squeezing. Bellamy isn’t good at subtle; something it looks like they have in common. He wouldn’t deny that he’s always thought of her as being incredibly hot; other things get in the way, mostly surviving, when there’s no guarantee a next day is going to come for any of them, and clashing personalities.
Her dress, ridden up just enough to give him a glimpse of her thighs, and it’s enough to make his heart start thumping wildly. ] I’ll keep that in mind. [ The smile on his lips is genuine, at least...borderline arrogant, but Bellamy’s trying to keep it in check. Not that he has to worry about it for long. As she leans in, he knows what’s coming next, and he sits up slightly to meet her.
One hand leaves her hip and immediately moves into her blond hair as he returns the kiss; fierce and hungry, catching her bottom lip between his teeth. ]
[ She'd be lying if she said she didn't get a shiver of satisfaction from his compliance, from the way he didn't even question the oh-so-forward action she was taking now. They'd been dancing around this for a while, there had been the usual tension between them as they alternated between butting heads and flirting. But as they sat on the edge of some new danger, she didn't want to hold off on doing this.
Maybe it was cliche but she just wanted to do something for herself, something she could control, something that would make them both feel good, distract them from the war constantly waging around them, outside the walls of their makeshift fort.
And yeah, it doesn't hurt that he looks really hot without a shirt on. The thought earning him a flicker of a smile before they start kissing. He doesn't hesitate and that makes it easier for her to get into it, arching into him as he bites her lip, the soft sound she makes muffled by their eager, heated kiss.
Her hands move too, they slide down his chest, along his sides then to his arms, pulling him flush, closer to her. She only pulls back once she guides his other hand to slide beneath the skirt of her dress, speaking softly against his lips--] Off. Take it off. [ Yeah, she's going to be a little bossy right now.]
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Bellamy Blake → the 100 ( m/f )
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but that doesn't seem to matter to caroline now as she pushes the makeshift door aside and comes right in like she owns the place. she feels empowered, emboldened as she does so. she doesn't stop for greetings or to be invited in (although later she'll be grateful he's alone). she just goes in, goes in and pulls bellamy away from whatever he's doing.
she pushes him towards his bed until she's straddling his lap as he's seated on it, her dress riding up to expose her thighs.]
If I see one smug smirk from you, I'm leaving. [ and before he can agree or disagree, her mouth was on his for a kiss that left no doubt what she is here for.]
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He’s already shirtless, usually is when he’s in his tent, and as he falls back, his hands were already on her hips, lightly squeezing. Bellamy isn’t good at subtle; something it looks like they have in common. He wouldn’t deny that he’s always thought of her as being incredibly hot; other things get in the way, mostly surviving, when there’s no guarantee a next day is going to come for any of them, and clashing personalities.
Her dress, ridden up just enough to give him a glimpse of her thighs, and it’s enough to make his heart start thumping wildly. ] I’ll keep that in mind. [ The smile on his lips is genuine, at least...borderline arrogant, but Bellamy’s trying to keep it in check. Not that he has to worry about it for long. As she leans in, he knows what’s coming next, and he sits up slightly to meet her.
One hand leaves her hip and immediately moves into her blond hair as he returns the kiss; fierce and hungry, catching her bottom lip between his teeth. ]
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Maybe it was cliche but she just wanted to do something for herself, something she could control, something that would make them both feel good, distract them from the war constantly waging around them, outside the walls of their makeshift fort.
And yeah, it doesn't hurt that he looks really hot without a shirt on. The thought earning him a flicker of a smile before they start kissing. He doesn't hesitate and that makes it easier for her to get into it, arching into him as he bites her lip, the soft sound she makes muffled by their eager, heated kiss.
Her hands move too, they slide down his chest, along his sides then to his arms, pulling him flush, closer to her. She only pulls back once she guides his other hand to slide beneath the skirt of her dress, speaking softly against his lips--] Off. Take it off. [ Yeah, she's going to be a little bossy right now.]