Bellamy Blake Imagines

Nightmares

You were not surprised when you saw Bellamy walk through your door. It was something that'd been established long ago, and you knew about the nightmares that plagued his mind. When you'd first found out, you'd been infuriated that he hadn't told you sooner.

You'd said; "you know you can come to me if somethings bothering you. Whenever, however, whatever it is you can come to me." And ever since then it was just an unspoken thing that Bellamy'd come to you if he did need anything. Most nights he spend with you, and it was just another unspoken thing that the friendship between the two of you was more than just 'friendship'. You and Bellamy yourselves didn't dwell into it too much but you did like him...

You'd gotten up from your bed, immediately walking up to him in a concerned rush. "Everything okay?" You asked, reaching him and setting your hands on his arms for support. Bellamy only leaned down, hugging you. The movement shocked you but you were quick to respond, falling into his embrace with a careful tug.

Bellamy said nothing; but you could hear his rapid breathing and it wasn't hard to tell that he'd been trying to sleep when a nightmare hit him. After everything he'd been through you didn't blame him. Peace had only recently been restored in Arcadia and the effects of everything everyone had been through was still strong.

When Bellamy finally leaned back you prepared yourself to speak; but Bellamy's lips connecting with yours stopped you. You froze upon the tough, definitely not expecting this. But eventually you leaned into his warmth, basking in his bold movement. You'd been holding back on your feelings for Bellamy for far too long and you hadn't noticed until this moment how much it'd been dwelling on you.

Bellamy's hands wound around your waist, bringing you into himself. You found your chest pressed against his own and your hands reaching up to run themselves through his curls. You pulled, basking in the moment and leant into him.

You both didn't pull away until the need for air was strong. You panted, your hands still holding his head and his hands still gripping your waist. "Are you okay?" You breathed, your eyes curling in concern.

Bellamy shook his head, stepping back which forced you to follow him. "I don't want to worry about that now." He explained, pushing you until you fell back on your bed. Staring at the man above you, you smiled. "I want to focus on us."

"Okay." You grinned; "let's focus on us."

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