bakerstreet | Some questionable texting decisions

When you asked if I could ever trust you again, did you think it would involve using blindfolds quite like this?

Not quite, no.

[ a beat, then: ]

You almost sound like you're complaining.

It's called nostalgia.

[ bell, you have #problems. a romantic walk down memory lane, don't mind all the corpses. ]

I think it's pretty obvious that I enjoy it.

It was hardly our best meeting.

[ becho: romantic disasters, eventual power couple. ]

Does that mean you would let me do it again?

Wasn't our worst.

[ time's funny like that, he supposes. it dulls the edges of even the most challenging moments, once distance and growth is factored in. ]

Let you have your way with me? [ like she has to ask. ] Depends. Do I get to use my hands this time? Or are you planning on making me beg you to sit on my face? [ because he will. ]

I'm glad we moved past it.

[ she never wanted to be his enemy, not after what he did for her in the cages of mount weather; it was just how it had to be. azgeda no more and earth 238,855 miles away, however, it doesn't have to be that way anymore. echo can just be echo, the person ice nation didn't allow for her to be. ]

Depends. How good are you with your hands and what do you intend to do with them?

If it won't be as satisfactory as riding your face, I'll keep to the latter.

So am I. [ perhaps it goes without saying, but sometimes he thinks the woman, not the warrior, needs to hear it. she can roll her eyes at his sentimentality if she must, but he's not turning this stone back over. ]

Phenomenal. [ let him toot his own horn, okay. ] In this scenario, since I'm practically blind, I'd use them to map out your entire body. The swell of your breasts, your hips, the curve of your ass.

Think about the build-up. My thumbs on the inside of your thighs, trailing up, touching but maybe not immediately where you would want them. Would you let me take my time with you?

[ wait until she finds out you banged raven, then the two of them can compare the bellamy blake experience. ]

The ass you keep staring at when you think I don't notice.

[ spy, remember? being observant and keenly aware of everything is her thing. ]

I am thinking about it.

[ vividly imagining it, really, with heat pooling in her belly. because if there's one thing she's come to learn about him, it's this: bellamy is very good at painting pictures, your mind being the canvas, and his words the brush. ]

You're making me want to. But after all of that, I'd want more than just your fingers.

[ the wham, bam, thank you ma'am extravaganza? echo's not missing much. ]

You want an apology?

[ she's not going to get one, but it's good to have goals. ]

You still haven't figured it out. You can have as much of me as you're willing to take. [ an innuendo, sure, but it's also meant to express that he's been hers for awhile now. ] How does that sound?

That would imply you're actually sorry.

[ she knows he's not. ]

I could tell you, but I think it would be better if I showed you.

Meet me after dinner?

[ if you could even call monty's algae that. echo does, though. she's polite like that. or at least she is to monty, him being the one who's putting food on her plate. ]

Looking forward to it. [ she gets him in a way that just has him smiling stupidly, he knows it, and he doesn't care. not really, not any longer. what would the point of hiding it be? the five others on the ring find him as transparent as echo does, by now. ] Assuming we survive.

[ what? it's hilarious! ...in a dry, morose way, which everyone clearly loves. that's what he's operating with for the seconds minutes hours it takes to make it out of algae consumption. ( he's proud of monty, grateful for him, none of which comes without a little ribbing. ) if she's hoping for inconspicuous, right now, she's got the wrong guy. why, he practically pushes murphy into raven and emori's laps, to excuse himself, and to give john something to do. he doesn't make a beeline for echo's quarters, or the spot she's claimed for her own, so much as he's waiting for her in the hall. ]

[ it's a good job echo wasn't expecting him to be discreet. it's even better that she's not shy or bothered by the stares bellamy's behaviour puts on them. out the corner of her eye, she can see raven grinning, pleased with herself, all "i told you so!" as she exchanges a look with emori before giving it to harper. ]

[ then up echo gets, not being as obvious as bellamy until she's standing in front of him. from there, she sets a hand over his shoulder, spins him around, and marches him out down the hallway until they're far enough away from spacekru that echo can no longer hear raven's amused laughter or feel their collective eyes on them both. look, making out in front of everyone might be murphy and emori's thing, but it isn't hers. ]

[ besides, didn't bellamy say she could take as much of him as she wants to take? consider this echo doing just that. a first step of sorts. ]

You're an idiot.

[ can you feel the love, bellamy? can you? that's her aggressively affectionate tone, reserved just for you. ]

[ raven's grin, practically with yellow feathers sticking out the corners of her mouth, isn't lost on him. it's that he ignores her ( much in the same way he used to tune out octavia's little barbs ) because she's become like a sister to him. she means well but he's just not giving her the satisfaction of confirming it verbally, here, when he would rather be secluded somewhere with echo. let them all sneak after them and put their ears to the door, for all he cares. out of sight, out of mind.

she gives him a little half-twirl — how romantic — and he complies accordingly, falling into step beside her. if it bothers him at all that she pushes him around, there's no sign of the unease on his features. (un)fortunately, that little crooked smirk stays plastered to his mouth the whole way down the hall. bellamy doesn't even have the decency to drop it when she calls him an idiot. from anyone else ( outside of family ), he would level a challenging look in the offender's direction.

he's certain she means it, only she's as full of it as he is. she can huff and puff until she's blue in the face. separated from the others, he turns to face echo and takes his time literally walking into her. crowding her personal space and stepping in until her back's against wall — unless she stops him. ] Mm. Must be why you like me so much.

[ echo doesn't mind having bellamy in her personal space — not one bit. ]

[ walking back with him, she arches an eyebrow. he's 100% an idiot, but he's her idiot, so. anyway, there's a certain level of amusement to this. like it's a game. everyone knows what's going on, but no one mentions it. for echo, it's the normal she's never had. another reason to keep her going. she has quite a lot of those now. space has been good for her, maybe even better than the ground was. ]

I never said that.

[ she's not denying it, though. it's then that she curls her fingers into the material of shirt, bunching it up beneath them as she tugs him closer, bringing his mouth down to capture it in a kiss. ]

[ that’s okay. she doesn’t have to spell it out for him. bellamy saves his words up for the impact and both of them recognize how much emotion and intent can be conveyed with a single glance. you never had to haunts his gaze, fits itself between the edges of his smile. she yanks him in the last two steps and he molds himself bodily against her, palms seeking out the small of her back instead of the wall.

he doesn’t even care that all he can taste on both of their lips is that god awful algae because his thoughts have all collided into one — finally. the kiss starts slow as a warm press and slide of lips, trying for patient, when every nerve in his body requests otherwise.

for the first time in too long, bellamy isn't thinking about their friends or how the entirety of earth's surface is a dead zone. he likes to think he'd be able to respond and separate if raven sounded the alarms, alerting them to the next malfunction on the ring, but a part of him ( deep, deep down ) wants someone else to deal with what would happen if the ship went hurtling towards the planet. for once, he's right where he's supposed to be. ]

Some questionable texting decisions

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