Bellamy Blake Imagines

Inappropriate Timing

You giggled to yourself as you trudged through the lonely woods, a half full cup in your hand as you danced around the glowing blue butterflies. It was against the rules to leave any further than a few acres from camp alone, but with Monty's moonshine running through your system, you found yourself wanting nothing more than to explore the Earth around you.

Your mind was calm yet all over the place. You hadn't heard the calls of your name, nor had you realised just how far out of camp you had gotten. Nonetheless, you continued to dance around the trees, your feet snapping the twigs on the ground as you pranced around, no elegance in your moves whatsoever.

In the midst of your happiness, Bellamy had followed you past the butterflies, watching your drunken state to ensure your safety and made sure you didn't do anything stupid. That, and you were incredibly comical when you drank.

Leaning against a tree out of sight, he watched you with an amused grin. It wasn't until the snapping of branches a few feet away from you caught his attention. Bellamy's grin fell and his face hardened with worry and urgency.

He'd switched to warrior within seconds, racing toward you. Your back was to him as you swayed your hips to the song you hummed, Bellamy's arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you back into him, his hand clasping over your mouth before you could scream for help.

Your eyes were wide, your arms and legs kicking and swinging and you tried to scream against the hand covering your mouth. It wasn't until you looked up and saw who the captivator was, when you finally stopped panicking and relaxed in his arms.

He silently told you to not make a sound, slowly removing his hand from your mouth and gently tugging you closer to him. You grasped onto his arms, following his gaze through the trees before gazing back up at him.

You appreciated his features. His plump pink lips, the freckles that scattered his gorgeous face, and his alerted eyes as he surveyed the area. "You're so hot." You whispered to him, continuing to gaze up at your boyfriend with a drunken smile.

He frowned down at you, pressing a finger to his lips as an indication to stay silent. You swallowed, nodding your head as he slowly led you both behind a large tree. The night was entirely silent around you. The only sounds were of the wind whistling and the occasional snaps of twigs in the ground.

Bellamy reached for his gun gingerly, holding you close to him as he backed the both of you away slowly. "Can we have sex later?" You pondered a little too loud for Bell's liking and he pulled you behind him, pinning you to tree trunk and pressing a hand over your mouth.

"Can you shut up for one minute, please?" He near begged, his voice just above a whisper and you rolled your eyes, not really understanding what was going on with him. Bellamy kept his hand over your mouth, his head bobbing from either side of the tree until he trained his eyes back on you.

He couldn't believe the timing of your questions, or how inappropriate you were being in such a serious situation.

Bellamy quietly shushed you, taking his hand away from your mouth and intertwining his fingers with yours. With one last look around you both, he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, near running back to the camp as you giggled over him.

Your hands patted his ass as he walked, the blood rushing to your head and you couldn't help but laugh at the feeling. Bellamy held your legs tightly as he made his way back into the camp, closing the gates and gently setting you down on one of the logs near the burning fire.

"Hey, now that we're back... wanna get baked?" You asked in excitement, grinning up at your love and he sighed down at you. Bellamy knew he wouldn't be able to let you out of his sight for the rest of the night.

He sat beside you on the log, snatching the cup of moonshine out of your hands and taking a large gulp before turning back to you. "No one's getting baked. You're going to bed, princess."

↱  by broodybell  ↲