Nobodies // Bellamy Blake

Unforgettable Kisses

SEXUAL CONTENT

        Guilt, the emotion that hit me in full impact. 

        I touched the forbidden fruit: Octavia's brother.

        But at the same time I felt unashamed of what I just did.  It felt just right, natural, and it made me feel protected and wanted.  Usually I don't feel the desire of wanting someone's attention, but currently all I wanted to have was Bellamy's mysterious eyes on me forever.  His earthly-brown eyes stared down at me, a hint of danger in them as the torch's orange flames glistened off of them.  They made his freckles appear across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose.  His body heat was overheating me as he towered over me, pushing me against the tree.  One hand placed beside my ear while the other held the torch far from our heads.

        I wanted to do so much more.  Yet I wanted to say something to.  So many emotions and thoughts scrambled in my body like frantic deer running away from a storm.  My innocence was defeated by his guilty demeanor, but my next action made me surprise myself.  I planted another kiss on his lips, letting all my thoughts flow through it.  I awkwardly placed my hands on his shoulders, trailing down and up with his shoulder blades.  Pulling him even more closer, I stood up on my tip-toes, trying to make it easier for him. 

        But surprisingly, Bellamy was the first one to pull away after a while.  It wasn't as long as the first kiss we shared, but it certainly wasn't a peck.  It felt more rushed, needy, and desperate than the last.  I bit my lip, still imagining my lips placed back onto his.  My lips felt numb and were slightly throbbing from the new experience, but they felt vacant and cold now too.  "Kitten," he breathed, glancing around us for a quick second before meeting my clear eyes.  "What are you doing?"

        I bit my slightly red lip, what was I doing?  "Isn't it obvious?" I countered back, gripping his shirt softly.  I wasn't totally innocent, no virgin, yet those moments were forced.  Right now, this was different.  I've never been kissed before, but other than that I've experienced everything else.  But I wanted to actually enjoy it.  Erase all of the old memories, build my new life here.  New life, new start, new me.

        Bellamy sort of squinted his eyes in a disbelieving way, as if my words made no sense to him in anyway.  "It's pretty obvious.  Pretty obvious that you're just being a vulnerable, stupid teenage girl."  He spoke the truth, but I just turned my head in response, letting his words hit my cheek.  His hot breath hit across my flushed cheeks, and I felt my lips trembling for more of his addictive taste.

        "Just like the other girl you screwed last night?  Pretty sure she's a teenager too since you're the only one above 18.  I can make my own decisions, Blake.  If I want something why not go for it?"

        He groaned, licking his lips a little bit.  Pushing himself away from me, he ran his hand through his luscious curls.  He stood there quiet for a few seconds as did I.  Clenching his eyes tightly together, he reopened them to look at me.  "Look, I tried to change your mind.  But understand, I'm not one to turn stuff like this down.  No getting mad at me the next day or the next.  I'm warning you right now Kitten.  No going back."  His warning seeped into my skin as I absorbed his words.  So many bad things could go wrong with this.  Too many to count. 

        Smiling shyly, I craved his touch in places that I've never felt before.  This was a deadly attraction that I saw in Bellamy.  Only he could cure it.  "Deal," I whispered, breathing in the bitter cold air. 

        I watched as Bellamy disposed of the torch, leaving only faint colors from the radioactive insects crawling or flying around us.  As I saw him stalk towards me again I suddenly felt extremely nervous.  There was no turning back.

        He stood in front of me in a close proximity, so close that our bodies were molding together like connecting puzzle pieces.  Hesitantly, he brought both of his hands up to cup my cheeks.  His hands felt dry and dirty yet they framed around my face perfectly.  Rubbing his thumb in slight circles around my cheek bones, I shivered as he traced his thumbs all around my cheek, across my forehead, down my nose, and the outside of my lips painfully slow.  Examining my every flaw and feature as if it was part of a painting.  Once his thumbs caressed my lips gradually, I took a sharp intake of breath.  Every moment ticking away left me  more impatient and jittery.  Every where his thumbs touched left a numb feeling, his touch was poisonous against my porcelain skin.

        I couldn't take his teasing anymore.  My eyes fluttered shut as I whispered softly, "Kiss me."  He did indeed do that.  It was slow and testing- trying to test the waters before diving in.  With his now free hands, one palm placed on my sensitive neck, the other placed softly on my hip.  Trying to put use to my own hands, I settled my hands on his lower stomach.  I could feel his solid abs underneath his unwanted shirt, and I became more excited as our kiss intensified.  Short breathing breaks were needed but shortly cut off as one of us craved for more.  Trailing up more, my hands wandered up to explore his muscular torso.  As I reached his shoulders, I gripped the thin material once again, bringing him closer.

        Not only was I having wandering hands, I could feel his hand on my hips slowly go around to my lower back, trailing down to my upper bum then back up.  He tightened his hold behind my neck, trying to bring myself closer to him.  Curse my height.  As our tongues brushed against each other as we explored each other, my hands moved up his neck and wrapped them around him- I was too short to reach his hair. 

        With every fluid movement, Bellamy would always look deep into my eyes as if asking silent permission.  I would simply either nod or give him a simple yet passionate kiss, which would encourage him to remove another item of clothing.  There I was, standing in front of Bellamy in only a bra and underwear on as Bellamy only had his boxers.  We both stood there examining each other as our chests raised and fell in perfect harmony.  The bitter cold air nipped at my bare skin with little kisses, but the intensity of lust and heat I had was overbearing the cold.  Stepping closer, he dips his head into the crook of my neck, his breath fanning over my sensitive skin.  I shuddered at the sensual motions as he continued to kiss and nip.  His hands roamed my body all over, at first my hips then up to my breasts.  His touch was barely there at some points, but I felt it all over.  I just had my arms still wrapped around his neck, bringing his head closer to me.

        A moan escaped my rosy red lips as Bellamy sucked at my sweet spot, not caring about the already forming mark.  Grazing at it with his teeth for a second, he left butterfly kisses on it.  Trailing down further, he kissed my chest, that was above my breasts.  In one fluid movement my bra was off, thanks to Bellamy, and I could only continue to get lost further into his kisses and experienced hands.  Even if this was a one night stand, I couldn't help but want more tomorrow night too.  To feel the way I felt as he continued to explore my body as I did his.

        ******
        The next morning Bellamy and I only shared a small and awkward smile before heading back to camp.  After having sex we both stayed out in the forest, cuddling into each other for much-needed warmth.  We had to use our clothing for blankets, and for once we forgot about the dangers lurking all around us for one night. 

        Even though I knew I had to work around the camp just as much as everyone else did, I couldn't help but wince every time I had to bend down and pick up a stick.  But I had to work through the pain, especially since a 13 year old girl was doing a better job than me.  I heard some comments about me from other people, apparently about how lazy and useless I was being.  Sorry that I'm sore, dicks. 

        Other than the comments and physical pain I was feeling, I found out that the girl that asked if she could help me was named Charlotte.  She had a young face, dull green eyes, and brown hair that was pulled into two braids.  Even though the age difference, she had gone through hardships just like everyone else here.  When she told me about her parents and the constant dreams I almost cradled her in my arms but I knew she wasn't a baby anymore.  She sadly grew up too soon, just like I did.  So far she was great company, other than the fact she liked to complain about Jasper's constant yells and groans of agony.  Camp was depressing with this while some were frustrated from hunger and exhaustion.

        I never did complain though.  I'm not the one who got hit with the spear.

        Bellamy was true to his word too.  We haven't really talked at all ever since last night, only secretive glances.  Even though what we did was only between us, I couldn't help but feel as if everyone knew what we did.  Maybe it was because the guilt was also slowing me down today or the stares I was receiving for being slow.  Whatever it was, I was dreading to tell Octavia about this.  Should I even tell her?