Bellamy Blake Imagines

Let's Take It Slow (Part 2)

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest. You were feeling so overwhelmed, your mind running a thousand miles per hour. Your hands are getting sweaty, you were chewing on your bottom lip anxiously.

You walked down the whole corridor and nervously put a lock of hair behind your ear, as you stepped outside. It was dark and nothing could be seen on long distance. You brought yoour hand to your lips, biting your finger, lips trembling.

Your eyes dared not to look around, you were still feeling so mushy because of the whole situation. But you felt presence near you and then a hand on the side of your waist. Your head turned around instanly and met Bellamy's warm brown eyes.

He smiled at you, but the complacency was still written on his face. "So you're here" his voice sounded soft and tempting, the heat radiating from his body was...distracting.
You nodded your head shyly, eyes glued to the ground. He started walking and you followed him closely.

It was a rather warm night, but the air felt very thick, as if you were in some tropical forest. "So?" he finally broked the silence. Yes, he tried not to sound smug about the whole thing, but your shyness was adorable and he found it impossible not to tease you a little bit.

You took a glance at him for a second an then looked away, repeating his question. "You weren't so silent back there with Raven. Am I making you nervous?" Oh, come on! Why was he doing this to you? He knew very well he was making you nervous and pointing it out tied your tongue on an even bigger knot.

You shook your head from side to side quickly. Lips shut tightly in a straight line, but your cheeks were burning. You were nervously playing with your fingers, when you tripped, not seeing the broken branch and lost your balance.

He caught you by the hand and for the first time your eyes locked for more then a mere second. You were walking in silence, mentally cursing yoursel for being so awkward "I'm so sorry for being so awkward" he raised your brows at you, surprised. You actually spoke to him.

"I'm usually not like that at all! But around people I like I turn into a stuttering mess! Oh...Shit..." - you put your hands over your lips, realising how in your little rambling you just admitted that you like the guy. "Oh, God, I'm impossible" uttered, covering your face completely, while he was just looking at you amused.

"What?" you asked after peering at him from in between your fingers. The smile on his face seemed to grow bigger and bigger "I don't know, I'm just not used to get this reaction out of girls. Usually they are just invite themselves in my tent, no words involved really."

Great. He was just being too polite to tell you how much you're throwing you off with your insecurity. Your face lost it's glow immediately, but apparently he wasn't over talking, because he rested one hand on your waist and turned you in his direction very gently "It doesn't mean I don't like it."

You gulped heavily, feeling the weight under his gaze. He moved slowly and with caution. One arm still on your waist, while the fingers on your other hand played with a strand of your hair. You were shifting, constantly moving your weight from one leg to the other. Not knowing where to look, what to think.
All that existed in this moment was him, his steady breathing, his warm hands and strong presence. He had you trapped in this moment, wrapped around his finger, and he was loving it.
His fingers moved from the lock of hair to your jaw, touching it lightly.

You were standing there, gaze focused on his shoulder, afraid your heart will stop if you look at him. But he wanted to see your eyes, he wanted to be sure. Moving one step closer to your body, his fingers tilted your chin up and your eyes fell on his face.

He was studying it, like it was the most beautiful creation of art that has ever existed. Remembering all the little details of it, creating a mental map he can think of later tonight. His hand slowly caressing your skin, then cupping your cheek completely.

Your breath hitched when you saw him leaning down to you. He stopped for a second, looking back to your eyes - making sure you wanted it. And then he moved again confidently and your lips met his.
He kissed you gently, patiently waiting for you to kiss him back and when you finally did he put some more pressure on your lips, kissing you with more passion.

You were shaking, so unsure of what was happening, if it was true. An hour ago you were daydreaming about this and now it was happening.

He wasn't rushing it, taking his time, giving you time to proceed it. But with every moment you could feel him getting more and more into it. Fingers gripping your waist slightly, until you reached up and placed one hand on his face. He pulled you even closer then, your bodies were touching, gliding against eachother, just like your lips.

You felt him smile at some point, pecking your lips before kissing you again, this time hugging you in his arms completely. You could spend an eternity like that.

"Let's not rush this." he said, just as put both hands around his neck, getting a bit lost in the kiss.
You nodded your head slightly, your eyes making their way to his. You wanted more of him, but you didn't want to push your luck. "Lets walk a bit more?".

You nodded your head again and started walking again. The taste of his lips still lingering on yours.
"It was better than I thought it would be"
You took a look in his direction confused and he smiled, telling you: "I didn't know what I'd feel if I kiss you, but now that I did... it was better than I thought it would be."

↱ by persuasivus ↲