Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader
Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21
Warnings: None - Fluff - Kissing?
Prompt: “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”
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"Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?” Bellamy groaned tiredly as he moved to wrap his arm tighter around you. His brown eyes did not open as he spoke, but he could feel the faint sensation of your finger gently moving across his face. Even as he spoke, a chuckle escaped his lips, clearly amused by your fascination. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt your hand move to his hair, head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”
In his groggy state, he just wished to relish in the feeling of your frame fitting comfortably in his arms, his hand gently caressing your arm as he held you close. Breathing in, the faint scent of something that was just your own kissed his senses. His lips curled upwards the slightest bit as he relished in the comfortable silence the two of you shared, the sense of peace about the two of you.
Neither of you had truly experienced peace, though, at least for more than just a moment. These points that Bellamy could just hold you in his arms, his warmth keeping you at a comfortable temperature, was all the two of you had. Every other day, the world was ending, or someone was trying to kill the group.
“I love you,” you whispered softly, your hot breath tickling the nape of his neck as you lied close to him. Your y/e/c orbs shut peacefully as you enjoyed those moments with your lover, relishing in the warmth of his strong arms. “So much, Bell."
He chuckled softly, his lips curling upwards more as he did. Though you may have said those words a million times, a thousand at the least, he would never get tired of the chorus of your voice. Those reassuring words meant the world to him, no matter if he was in a blocking state, upon the brink of failing survival, or simply with his arms curled around you.
"I love you, too,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “Y/N/N." The way he spoke, no matter how groggy, had a reassuring tone behind it. There were plenty of times the two of you would share these words as you were running into the eye of the storm, on the brink of danger.
A moment of peace nearly gave the two of you a sense of normalcy. Each and every day, it seemed, the two of you lost someone. Deep down, both of you wondered how long the two of you would last, together and safe. He had nearly died far too many times, same as you had. The two of you recovered from slashes, bullet wounds, and yet both of you knew you would not be eternal. Love was a fleeting sensation that the two of you shared, while mourning would drive either of you to the end.
Neither of you spoke outwardly about this, though you both thought of it. There was not a day that it had not crossed one another’s minds, the possibility that today would be the last day. Peaceful moments had been the worst, worrying that the peace you shared would dissolve away. Still, the two of you relished in every moment of peace you could acquire, loving one another until your last breaths.
After a while of simply relishing in one another’s warmth, you moved to press a chaste kiss against his slightly chapped lips. No words needed to be spoken as you melted into one another, simply for a moment. He had been the one to recapture your lips, his brown eyes opening to meet your now open y/e/c gaze. A smile stretched against both of your faces as you crashed in again for another kiss, and then another, and another. Each kiss grew longer, more passionate in nature, as if the two of you were conversing about your worst fears simply through those kisses.
Instead of going in for the kill, making you his in that exact moment as saliva trailed between your two mouths, he moved to cup your chin with a strong hand, his thumb trailing your jawline. His words were barely a whisper, words simply meant for you alone. "You’re so adorable,” he murmured softly.
No matter the compliment, no matter how many times he spoke it, you could feel your cheeks tint with crimson. The heat stretched from your throat to your cheeks, melting under his brown eyed gaze. It did not matter if Bellamy Blake had professed his love for you a week ago, a day ago, or ten years ago. Each time that his smooth, barely legible tone slipped past his pouted lips, it would still make you blush. Butterflies would flap in your stomach like those florescent ones the two of you witnessed together on Earth.
“And you, Bell, are the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes upon,” you murmured in reply, your lips curling into a gentle smirk, despite your fluster.
His smile seemed to grow, the light glimmer of his teeth visible in his smile as he noticed your clear fluster. Bellamy would never admit how much you flustered him every day, but each time he would see you fluster had warmed his heart. Holding you in his arms, watching you blush, was without a doubt a highlight to any day.
The two of you crashed lips once more, relishing in the taste that was simply of one another’s. Embraced tightly in his arms, your arms wrapped tightly around him, the two of you were as one. No matter if the two of you had one more minute, or a lifetime, you would not waste a second sharing the love the two of you had. With catastrophe always around the corner, the two of you needed little peaceful moments like this. Monty and Harper were able to share their lives together, though the two of you knew you would not get the same. A lifetime could simply be a moment more, but that lifetime had been worth it in his strong arms.
