Just a pre warning, there's a bit of shtuff in this chappy so if you're pure and are planning to stay that way or whatever just skim over it ;)
•Cora•
I padded through the halls with my arrow loaded just incase. If one guard was running around without any protection from the radiation, there's no telling how many more there could be.
Bodies littered the ground, the state of their flesh was beyond anything I had seen before.
I kneeled by one of the dead guards and pulled out his gun, inspecting it carefully.
I remember guns, the ones that aren't cursed and can take out multiple enemies under half a minute with well placed shots.
From my crouched position on the ground I heard heavy footsteps descending down a different hall.
I perked up, dropped the weapon and looked in its direction.
I followed it silently, going off the course of my initial destination.
I heard a light crack of flesh hitting something hard followed by a loud groan, almost agonising.
I brought up my bow and arrow again, pulling back on the string and rounding the corner.
I saw the back of him, head down, shoulders slack, hand covered in blood and twitching, uniform loose.
I tightened my pull on the string and stepped to the middle of the hall, not caring for silence.
"Turn around so I can see the life seep from the hole I'm about to make between your eyes." I snarled.
He froze solid and his hands slowly stretched out to either side of him to show me he was without weapons. His head was kept bowed but he turned slowly, careful not to move quickly. Like I would have mercy on a mountain man.
My finger slipped and the arrow flew across the room, narrowly missing his head as I lost complete grip on my bow at the sight of his face.
He flinched and his face showed more pain than a man being tortured.
The bow fell to the ground in a clatter but I didn't move to pick it back up. Why would I?
His eyes were heavy with stress and sorrow and a lack of sleep. His lips parted as if to say something but the internal pain that was clearly evident kept him quiet.
I dropped my shaking hands from in front of me to my sides and took a step closer while he stayed completely still, just watching me carefully as if to read me like an open book.
"Bellamy..." I breathed, my voice failing me and cracking.
His jaw stiffened as it always does when deep in thought, his eyes lit up but only for a second before fading back.
"I'm so sorry I didn't expect..." I approached him quickly. Surely he didn't think I would kill him after everything we'd been through, after everything that's been said.
He flinched as I reached for him. Okay that hurt.
I bit my lip hard and persisted, placing my hand gently on his cheek. The warmth of his skin sent electricity through my veins, it felt more like home than Ton D.C. ever could.
His eyes closed and I felt him press into my hand very lightly before his reached up to pull it away.
"You don't have to pretend." He whispered, his voice gravely.
"W-what?"
"I know you don't remember me after the missile hit." He continued. "You don't have to pretend you do, I'm happy enough that you're alive."
I stared wide eyed at him, I guess Lincoln got to him before I could.
Without a word I tucked my arms around his waist, locking on to him. Convincing him with words wouldn't be enough.
I could feel his arms hovering around me and hear his heart beating out of his chest, I wasn't sure if he knew what was happening.
I pulled tighter, hoping he would get the message and just hold me.
Slowly, his tensed body loosened and his hand found its way on my back, then slid across my small frame and pulled me as close to him as he could.
I smiled into his vest and breathed in his scent. It wasn't exactly earthy but it wasn't artificial either, it was just him.
"It would be impossible to forget you for long, Bellamy Blake." I whispered into his shirt.
I felt his lips press against the top of my head and he stayed there for a moment, his breath brushing away the panic I faced when I nearly shot him.
I pulled back to look at his wonderful face and smiled. What would I have done if I hadn't remembered his beautiful soul, probably still cold and go about my day like I ruled the world. But when I think of him, of the times I manage to recall, of the way he makes me feel, I already feel like a queen. And he is my king.
"I thought I lost you." He breathed, a hand cupping my cheek and pulling me forward while he leant down, our foreheads pressed and I couldn't help but feel another smile come on.
"Oh, Never." I teased. "I'm Cora, I get shit done."
He finally smiled and it made my heart flutter to the ends of the earth. Sure there was still that empty feeling when I thought of him, like pieces were missing, but all I cared about were the memories I did have. And they were enough to hold me together when things could be falling apart.
He reached his injured hand up to my other cheek absentmindedly, flinching on impact.
I frowned and grabbed his wrist, holding his hand in my palm and examining it carefully.
I brushed my thumb gently against the split on his skin, "What happened..." I wondered.
He stayed silent, his hand only curling around mine.
I looked up to find his eyes trained directly on my face. I frowned nervously and looked back down at his hand, squeezing his fingers lightly to check the swelling. "Oh."
"I can't lose you again." His voice rumbled like a growl that sent shivers down my spine.
"You won't." I assured him casually, letting go of his hand and sliding my arms around his waist once again.
"I'm serious, from now on, any stupid decision either of us make, we do it together." He planted a soft kiss on my forehead.
My new found smile widened and I chuckled. "Sounds like a plan."
"I love you." He muttered.
I let my eyes flutter close and leaned closer. "I love you too."
I didn't take the time to let him make the first move as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to him. It seemed he read the moment as I did because our lips crashed together softly, moulding together, tasting each other. Electricity surged through my body, sparks flew between us each time our lips moved around each other.
His one good hand found its way on to my hip and before I knew it his kisses grew stronger and he started backing me into a door.
My back hit it squarely and I let out a gasp of thrill as my lips curled into a smile.
He started lowering and his hand hooked under my thigh. I responded immediately by jumping up and wrapping my legs around him while he supported me on the ass. I leant back down to him, my hands holding his face like it was the most important thing to me as our lips explored one another once more.
With my back against a wall and him pressed gently against me, a heat grew between us with every moment our lips touched. It was an unexpected rush that devoured me whole, but all I knew was how much I enjoyed it.
My head was fogged, not a single logical thought went through it. All that ran through my mind was him and how much more I craved his touch.
My hand slammed against the door and wandered until I found a handle, twisting it and sending us both stumbling in.
Not once did he let go of me, his strength excited me beyond explanation.
Entering the room, he kicked the door shut behind him and walked us further in as I started placing kisses along his jaw.
I gave my surroundings a brief glance and found that we had come across someone's deserted home. Lucky us.
There was no time for venturing, the moment was right and not to be disturbed.
He took us to the couch, the softest place within our reach and dropped me into it gently.
I reached up and hooked my fingers into his vest, pulling him down with me.
He landed on the couch with a soft bump and we both laughed lightly at the situation. In the heart of the enemies lair, and the first thing we decide to do is this.
His laugh settled and his eyes softened, looking deeply at me and only me. Romance, an affair I was yet to get used to but felt as if I had been a part of it for centuries.
He draped an arm around me and scooted closer, his other hand gentle caressing my face. "God you're beautiful." He whispered, so quietly and so delicately any normal person would have barely heard it.
But even without the words, through the look in his eyes and the touch of his skin, I could feel it. I could feel his appreciation and love for me, both of which I was more that happy to reciprocate.
"I think that you're pretty too." I teased, leaning a little closer.
He smiled at my humour and met me halfway, our lips once more exploring the familiar taste of each other.
When things started to feel like home, his tongue brushed across my lips, begging for entrance. I gladly obliged and pulled myself on to his lap, straddling him as my hands rested on his muscular shoulders. It was messy but man was it great.
Our tongues battled and I would like to say I won but you can never be the best at everything. We pulled apart with fast paced breaths and wet pink lips.
He smiled causing me to smile and his hand reached behind me, grabbing a firm hold of my ass and pulling me closer.
Under my heat I could feel that he had grown against me and oh my did that rile me up.
He slowly made a move to lay me on my back but I stopped him with a gentle hand to his chest.
"Let me." I breathed into his lips.
He nodded, drunk with lust, and kept me on his lap while I ran my hands over his shoulders and down to his chest. I made quick forceful moves in tugging off the Velcro on his vest and pulled it off him, tossing it far behind me.
His eyes widened with alert as my moves did not slow. I pulled apart his white shirt, popping some of the buttons but I was far too eager to care.
He shrugged it off quickly and let his hands rest on my waist, his eyes studying every inch of me, like he was wondering which he should take off me first.
I gave him a head start by unbuckling my jacket, his hands wandered up to mine and assisted me with utmost care in sliding it off my tanned shoulders.
My skin shivered with delight as his fingers ran down the length of my bare arms. I closed my eyes and absorbed his touches, his gentle loving caresses that left a warmth deep inside me. I felt his hands back at my hips, but this time he meant business. It seemed the pain in his hand had numbed as both of them tucked under my shirt and pushed it up my body, exposing my naked torso.
The shirt was soon tossed aside and there we were in the moment, admiring each other from our places.
His chest and muscled body mesmerised me. Never had I seen such soft and unmarked skin such as his. I looked down at my own body and felt an aching sense of timidity, like I was a complete wreck compared to him.
I could feel his eyes on me but I kept my gaze down, how could he love this? These scars? These bruises, these cuts and breaks. However everything that tainted my body and destroyed it seemed invisible to him.
His firm hands on my waist pulled me closer, forcing me up from his lap and onto my knees. He planted gentle kisses across my bruised stomach, his lips barely grazing my skin which sent shivers down my spine. As he got lower, his kisses intensified and it seemed he had a hunger for me, one in which I was too intoxicated by his touch to deny.
I bit my lip gently and tilted my head back as he guided my pants off. By then my boots had too come off and I was stock naked, I was completely exposed to him but he still made me feel a certain comfort.
He pulled me back down into his lap and trailed his kisses across my chest, nipping and grazing his teeth gently against my neck.
I let out a content hum and pressed into him, gripping his shoulders softly.
Excitement rose from below me and I felt a flush of heat making its way up my body.
Hungry for more, I unbuckled his pants and he continued to kick them off.
Without a second thought I reached down between us and wrapped my fingers gently around his hard member. I made soft strokes, slowly easing myself down on him.
I made a sharp intake of breath and pulled myself straight against him, holding his head into my chest as I slid all the way down.
His hands held my back and he looked into my face as I rose up and down on his lap at a slow paced rhythm. I bit my lip and stared him dead in the eye, growing more confident with my movement as I quickened gradually.
I let out an airy gasp and threw my head back, my hair slipping behind my shoulders.
I heard him groan quietly and felt his lips suckling my nipple, biting and kissing the flesh that surrounded it.
The bite on my lip hardened and I let out a moan as he now started thrusting in and out of me from beneath. My hands lost control and my nails dug hard into his shoulders, a death like grip to ensure I didn't fall back with my arched back.
His hand found its way into my hair and he gripped tight, pulling me back into him as he buried his face into the centre of my chest. His hot breath brushed down to my stomach and I weaved my hands through his hair, in total ecstasy.
The heat in my lower belly tingled and twisted, sending my mind off into a spiralling mess and leaving me craving so much more. My legs trembled as the sensation pressed on, quickly inching me closer to the edge.
He let out several low grunts and his hold on me tightened vigorously. With my mouth in the shape of and O, a moan burst from my lips and the pressure I once felt quivered away.
He managed in one last thrust before finally settling into a hot mess.
I stayed seated on him, out of breath with a smile on my face.
"Holy shit." He breathed, mirroring my smile and leaning his head against the back of the couch.
I let out a quiet laugh and kissed him briefly on the lips. "We should probably get back to the others." I whispered.
"We probably should."
"But I don't want to."
"Neither do I."
"I wish it could be like this always."
He gave me a brief kiss and ran the back of his fingers gently against my cheek. "For now, let's just enjoy this." He smiled.
I nodded and pressed my forehead against his. "This, is good enough for me."
Well this was weird to write. Umm. Yeah. Took me ages but it's done. Don't know about the quality but yeah. Ta da?