Radioactive

Chapter Twenty-Three

I open my eyes, expecting to see him walking out of the tent, but he is still sitting right next to me. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but not a single word comes out. Bellamy's eyes stare into mine, but they keep flicking down to my lips and then back up, as if asking for permission. A small smile falls onto my lips. "Just kiss me already." I say, rolling my eyes.

Bellamy's lips are on mine, and I only take a fraction of a second to respond. I turn my body so it's completely facing him, and his hands grip my waist, his fingers digging in slightly. This kiss feels different than the previous two. This one is more passionate, more desperate, and just... more. Something is stirring deep inside of me, and the feeling guides my hands to the hem of Bellamy's shirt. When I start lifting it, Bellamy breaks away from the kiss, his eyes darting across my face asking if I'm sure. I give him a small nod, and he helps me lift his shirt off.

The feeling grows inside of me as my cheeks get warm and my eyes dart across his bare chest. Holy shit. My hand reaches out and touches his bare chest, and I feel his muscles tense up under his skin. He places his hand over mine, pressing it flat against his chest, and I smile slightly when I feel his heart beating under my palm. "Your heart's beating really fast." I say, flicking my eyes up to meet his. He doesn't say anything, just leans back in and reconnects our lips.

I let my eyes flutter shut, and Bellamy's hand leaves mine, returning back to my waist. He scoots up the hem of my tank top slightly, letting his hands rest on the bare skin of my waist, and I shiver at the feeling. I let my hands slide to Bellamy's shoulders and to behind his neck where they tangle themselves into his hair.

His hands wander higher up my sides, ghosting over my rib cage and taking my shirt up with them. He stops just as his fingertips touch the edge of my sports bra. I break away from the kiss, taking matters into my own hands, and grab my bunched up shirt with every intention of taking it off, and I do, leaving me now in my bra and underwear. I reach behind me with one hand, tugging the tie out of my hair, and shake my hair out, letting its waviness cascade down my back. My hands grab onto Bellamy's face and pull his lips back to mine roughly.

Our lips move together for what feels like forever before Bellamy breaks away and starts kissing down my neck. I lean my head back, giving him more room, and gasp when his teeth graze the skin just next to my jaw. My hands leave his and go to take off my bra, but before I can, Bellamy quickly jumps off the bed, causing my eyes to snap open.

"Bellamy, what's wrong?" I ask in between slightly labored breaths. He puts a hand on his face and shakes his head. "I can't." He says, and my heart cracks. "You can't, what?" I ask, beginning to fiddle nervously with hands as I begin to feel like an idiot. I watch as he rubs his hand down his face. "I can't hold myself back." He says, looking at me with so much desire and want that it makes my face hot all over again. I stand up, walking to in front of him and wincing slightly at the pain in my leg. "And who says that I want you to?" I ask, not being sarcastic or flirty, just asking the question. "Carter..." He says, trailing off, and I shake my head. "Bellamy, we could die tomorrow, hell even tonight. Don't you think I want to be with you?" I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder.

Bellamy looks down at me, uncertain, and I sigh. "I want to do this, Bellamy. I don't want you to stop, or hold back, or whatever you're worried about, because I want you." I say, blushing slightly as the words leave my mouth. I probably sound so desperate, but I don't even care right now. All I care about is the guy that I have fallen for is standing right in front of me and a second ago was making me feel something I never thought I would feel. A thought suddenly strikes me, and I look down at the floor, taking my hand off of him.

"I get it. You don't want me, and now I've made a fool of myself by sounding desperate and needy, and all you want me to do is get out of..." I don't finish my rambling because Bellamy's lips are on mine again. "Will you quit with the rambling." He says, pulling away just enough for him to talk. I laugh slightly and feel his hands land on my hips and travel up my sides until they rest at my bra once again. "You're sure?" He asks, and I nod my head, not finding a way to speak.

He slips his fingers under the material before slowly bring it up over my head. His eyes never leave mine as I raise my arms up over my head. I hear the bra drop to the ground, and my face heats up as his eyes dart down quickly before going back to my face. He puts his hands back on my waist and pulls me closer, sliding his hands to my back and letting them lay flat, one on the small of my back and one between my shoulder blades. My bare chest meets his, and he leans down and captures my lips with his own again, starting off slow but quickly picking up the pace until it was heated and passionate once again.

I start walking backwards, pulling him with me with my hands tangled in his hair again, and pull him down on top of me on the bed, all without breaking the kiss. I rake my finger up and down his back as he begins kissing my neck again. He pulls away, and I start helping him remove his pants, leaving both of us just in our underwear. He places a soft kiss on my forehead, one on both of my cheeks, then one on my nose. He bring the blanket up, covering us, and I take a deep breath as I feel my underwear being slid off, suddenly feeling nervous.

Bellamy seems to notice this and place a hand on my cheek. He doesn't even have to say anything because I know that I can trust him. He softly places a kiss on my lips, and there's an uncomfortable feeling in between my legs, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut. Bellamy's lips leave mine, and I feel him peppering kisses all over my face and the uncomfortable feeling begins to fade, being replaced with pleasure.

Bellamy is gentle and repeatedly asks if I'm okay. Soo, the only thing that can be heard in the tent is our heavy breathing and the occasional moan of pleasure. Something is building up inside of me, and it breaks. I cling onto Bellamy, digging my nails into his shoulders, as I close my eyes and whisper his name. Bellamy place his lips back on mine in a swift kiss before rolling off of me and onto his back.

I try to catch my breath as my chest heaves, and I can Bellamy's eyes on me. I turn my head to look at him. "What?" I ask, smiling slightly as I see the gentle expression on his face. Bellamy doesn't say anything, just reaches out with one hand and brushes a stray hair out of my face. I scoot closer to him, keeping the blanket covering my body, and lay my head on his chest. I close my eyes and smile as I hear the thump of his heart beating. I feel his arms wrap around me and pull me closer to him, if possible, and I allow myself to drift off into a sweet sleep.

*Peeks out from behind fingers* Is it over? Holy crap that felt totally awkward to write... *shivers* ANYWAY.... This story is coming to a close, with only one or two more chapters left to finish out season 1! I just to say thank you to all of my readers and especially the ones from the very beginning if you are still here.  I hope everyone has a wonderful day! Tune in next week for one of the last upsates!!