Bellamy Blake Imagines

Blue Earth XI P1

Warnings: Mature / Smut

Earth. This was Earth. Whatever you had been expecting, this was so much more. Everything was incredibly lush and dense. And so green! Green was everywhere, in the trees, on the ground, even on the rocks. You'd been half expecting the ground to be blue, like how the whole planet looked from high above in the Ark. But this was better.

You'd been locked up a few months back for the illegal production and distribution of alcohol, which you'd masterfully created with rations from your father's farming job to help pay for your mothers medication. She was very sick, before you'd gotten caught. Your father was floated for being a conspirator, and you were left to rot in a cell. 

You'd heard rumors that your mother was dead, but you couldn't be sure. Before your lockup you'd been a member of the guard to keep tabs on room inspections; you kept your distillery underneath your floorboards, and during your time there you'd become close with your fellow guard members.

 Right about now, faced with who-knows-what on the ground you were thankful you'd been trained to use a gun, just in case. Suddenly a hollering delinquent brushed your shoulder as he raced past you, rushing into the gorgeous forest you'd landed in. His excitement was infectious, and suddenly you were itching to explore. Grinning, you bounded out of the drop ship onto the ground below.

You walked slowly through the thick trees, your heavy boots crunching on the forest floor. Ferns brushed your calves, the thin caressing fronds reaching out for you as you walked past them. Twigs snapped softly under your feet as you leaned in to study the moss growing on the trunk of a tree. It webbed out across the bark, twisting around and around, like a huge nervous system. It was beautiful, almost like the forest was one huge living organism.

You couldn't resist reaching out a cautious hand towards the bark, and though your fingers trembled you were intent on feeling the first tree you'd ever seen up close. Suddenly a warm hand closed around your seeking digits, pulling them into an even warmer chest as a smooth, deep voice said, "Careful, this woods isn't safe, Beauty"

Angry at your plan being thwarted, and curious about who would use that pet name for you, you whirled around to find the warm brown eyes of Bellamy Blake locking with yours.

"Bell!" you exclaimed, throwing yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your face into the crook of his neck. You had to go on your tip toes to do so; he was a lot taller than you remembered from your shared days in the guard. Your unexpected happiness at seeing him here was suddenly dampened by confusion as to exactly why he was here.

"Bell, what-"You started to ask, until realization dawned and you remembered the only reason Bellamy would be here, "Octavia", you said, a slight smile curving your lips at the thought of the younger Blake.

A wry smile twisted Bellamy's handsome face and his eyes automatically searched for his little sister. Once he found her in the large crowd he focused back on you, "I had to, (Y/N). She's the only family I have left".

You placed a gentle hand on his bicep, which coincidentally had also gotten bigger, as you replied, "I know. At least you're here to keep an eye on her," you replied, twisting around to catch a glimpse of Octavia flirting up a storm with an older boy, "I think she's gonna need you"

Bellamy's mouth turned down at that sight, no doubt guessing that boys intentions with Octavia, or rather Octavia's intentions, "Yeah, it seems Octavia's gotten more reckless over the past year." He turned his gaze to you, sweeping it down your body and you felt your cheeks heat under his scrutiny, "You've changed too," he spoke softly, his deep voice sending pleasurable tingles through you, "In a good way..." he trailed off, "A really good way" he muttered to himself, his eyes roaming from you face to focus on you other...assets.

You felt a thrill of satisfaction run down your spine; you had been working out in your cell, your extensive workout regimen having become a daily ritual. There wasn't much else to do in lockup, and you had wanted to be in top shape. Being strong was a necessity. The result had been your body becoming more toned and slender, while your generous curves had, thankfully, only become enhanced. It was nice to have some affirmation of that, since mirrors were few and far between on the Ark.

"You too, Bell, you've grown up" you replied, taking advantage of his eyes being fixed on your backside by peeking at his own body. His shoulders were broader, and his arms were thicker. He'd also grown several inches, and he now towered over you, which you were finding you quite liked.

Your eyes snapped up to meet his, his gaze already locked on your face. You blushed at having been caught checking him out, and he shifted his weight closer towards you, a devilish smirk gracing that sinful mouth of his.

He reached up a hand to brush a lock of your hair off your cheek, and tucked it behind your ear, tracing the column of your neck with gentle fingers before saying, "It is really good to see you"

You looked up into his eyes as shivers followed his touch, "Yeah, it really is", you couldn't stop your eyes from darting to his lips, so close to yours.

Someone called to him, and with a smile he walked away. As you shamelessly checked out his ass, which looked amazing in his guard uniform, trailing your eyes up to his narrow back and broad shoulders, one question kept ringing through your mind.

When did Bellamy Blake get so hot?