Bellamy Blake Imagines

Cat Got Your Tongue? Part 2

"Bell!" You called from the other side of camp, your armour sticking to your skin as you sheathed your sword, the blade fitting like a favourite sweater.

He smirked at you and sauntered over, sweat on his brow and his arms straining against his shirt. You gulped. Before you could say anything his arm swung over you, sweat drenching you both. You shoved him off, panting, the heat rushing to your cheeks.

"It's too hot." You whined, pouting at him.

"You're too hot." He replied with ease, his voice slicker than a well greased machine, gravelly and sexy making you shiver despite the temperature.

"You're on fire recently Blake, you've been around me too long." You laughed in response, still feeling flustered.

"I don't think so, I think I need to spend more time around you. Maybe in you?" He grinned, kissing you hard and leaving you speechless.

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It was a few days after, a significantly colder day. And after seeing Bellamy your blood went colder, like ice.

He was standing in a circle of sky girls. Their awe filled eyes making you gag, your strides filled with anger as you got closer and closer beginning to make out words being uttered by your boyfriend.

"Don't worry girls. There's enough heat here for everyone." He grinned, lifting his shirt to show the abs underneath. You felt your lip curl and you turned away, not giving him the satisfaction to see you jealous.

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You caught him another three times before you confronted him. This fourth time more intense than the others. This wasn't playful. This was Bellamy's way of saying to the girl. 'Come with me and I'll show you what I've got.'

You didn't wait to here what he had to say, instead you strode up, shoved his chest, trying not to dwell on the hard muscle your palms were met with. You then spat at his feet.

"Nice to know people don't change Blake. Have fun with your playthings. The cat definitely has your tongue this time Bell." You hissed, the phrase had become your thing, the two of you often teasing with the words.

But this was the first time the words were meant to hurt. And man did they do their job well. You walked away, leaving Bellamy with wide eyes and sadness on his face.

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He left you alone for a few days as well. You couldn't figure whether it was a good or bad thing, or whether it was just because he was too ashamed to show his face.

But when he did enter your tent you growled lowly in your throat as a warning and he stopped in his tracks.

"Look Y/N. I'm sorry. I really am. I just-" He was interuppted though, the rahe spilling from between your lips.

"You just what Bellamy? You just wanted more than one fuck buddy? Hmm? You wanted to show off to everybody that you meet? You can't just be happy with me can you?" You seethed, feeling your breathing erraticate.

He looked up and into your eyes, taking your hand wearily.

"You're everything I want Y/N. And I'm an idiot for not realising. You are absolutely perfect, from your eyes to your smiling to the twisting of your hands to the strands of hair. I am in love with you. Please give me another shot." He croaked. When you couldn't find the words to say, your tongue heavy with shock he smiled softly and kissed your cheek.

"Cat got your tongue?" He smiled, and you thought that maybe you two would be okay after all.

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