The 100 Imagines.
Bellamy Blake
Jasper Jordan
Monty Green
John Murphy
Lincoln
Octavia Blake
Raven Reyes
Commander Lexa
Clarke Griffin
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Breathless kisses: a series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes it's just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again.
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Your lips left each others embrace, trying to pull deep breaths in your lungs. But he was intoxicating, pulling you in without a single word. A short peck here, a gentle kiss there. Montys hands ran gingerly over your spine, hand placing on your hips and drawing soothing patterns on your skin.
You sighed in content, leaning your forehead against his as you felt his breath fan over your cheek. A bright smiled tugged on his lips, swallowing your giggle with the lightest kiss. But you let out a huff, craving more.
Lips moulding together, bright smiles as you drew away. Leaving short pecks on his lips, your fingers pushed through his hair, his hand squeezing your hip gently. Twisting a lock around your finger, finger brushing against his cheek ever so slightly as you played with his hair.
His mouth opened to speak, but he was quick to catch himself, fearing to ruin the moment. Brows pulled together, you propped yourself up on an elbow, staring at the boy. "What is it love?"
"Nothing, nothing at all sweetheart." He beamed, leaning forward to place a kiss on your lips. Another breath taking, lung burning kiss, leading to a series of gentle pecks. Monty pulled you back down, landing a peck on your forehead, nose brushing against your cheek.
