Surrendering Sanity

It Has To Work

  "Get your hands off me, Blake." The last thing Casey needed right now was to be alone with him. Bellamy steering them away from the other delinquents his hard eyes concentrated forward, his jaw ticking as the muscles of his body were still coiled tight. "I have places I need to be." 

This probably wasn't the best time to be rude with him either but Casey didn't have a choice. Her emotions to raw. Her body to hot. Just the simple contact of his grip on her wrist sending sweet jolts of awareness through her nerves. The way this man had jumped so passionately to her defense only stocking the flames.

After all the bullshit they'd been dealing with. The troubles she caused him.  After she'd threatened his own life. Bellamy had defended her honor. 

Damn him.

Bipolar. Ass. SEXGOD.

Apparently satisfied with the distance he'd put between them and everyone else Bellamy turned on the small woman. His grip tightening to the brink of painful as he yanked them to a stop. Scowl in place as he starred down into her eyes. 

"Are you suicidal?! Stop doing whatever you damn well please!"

The few delinquents that had been close enough to hear that angry growl clearing the area quickly.

Ocean eyes narrowed on him as Casey attempted to yank free. Create some distance. Bellamy not letting her go as he countered it. Pulling against her resistance as he took a step closer. The intoxicating heat of his body jumbling her mind further as it seeped into her. They were both hurting, having been there for one another when it mattered most, despite everything. 

She didn't want to fight with him. Not now. Not anymore but she felt desperate. And when this small woman felt desperate. Like she wasn't in control. It was easier to settle on anger. Hating the way her own body betrayed her. Bellamy already controlling so much of her, he probably didn't even realize.

Because the day he did. Casey wouldn't stand a chance.

"Well... It's a good thing I don't take orders from you!"

All the brunette truly wanting in that moment was for him to just kiss her. And chase away everything else. Hold her in that way he had that made everything seem right. Safe. Casey acutely aware of the proximity of his comforting touch,  his body only inches from her own.

"Recklessness. Means. Death. Casey." Bellamy was angry. It clear in his eyes. But he was also scared. Aroused. That heavy lidded gaze darkening with desire as he brought his face close. Hot breath feathering over her freckled cheeks. "I can't protect you if your constantly putting yourself in danger!"

This couldn't happen! Casey able to see clearly in her mind what came next. Her entire body craving it even as her mind panicked. Wanting to have that wild, dirty, passionately angry sex with the enemy. And that's what he'd made himself, by threatening Jaspers life, her enemy.

It angered her. Who did Bellamy think he was?! Playing with her like this. He had no right to say such things after yesterday.  Not to her.

"I never asked you to protect me!!!"

The small woman fisted her hands in his shirt, pulling him closer when her intentions had been to shove him away. Needing to get him away from her, out of reach. That comforting touch numbing her mind, even as she hated it. Bellamy's arms snacking around her waist, a sinfully possessive smirk to his scarred lips as he sank his body slowly against her. The contact making her gasp delicately.

"Sweetheart. You've had it since I first saw you. Kill me if you have to. But I'm not going anywhere."

Damn him.