Ghost - Bellamy Blake [1]

Chapter 11 - The Calm

It's the third time she's woken up feeling this warm. The first time was in the cave, when Bellamy had held her close in their sleep. Yesterday morning was the second time, after sharing a bath with the Blake brother, he'd lifted the teen up and they'd both plopped down onto his cot, leaving the bath water for them to sort out the next day. This morning was the third time, waking up cocooned in muscular arms, soft fingers brushing the exposed skin of her shoulders and back, skimming through her long, red hair.

Myles had woken up first yesterday morning, and had stayed curled around the Blake brother, gently gliding her slender fingers over the handsome mans face. Happy to just revel in every lucky second that she could spend with Bellamy Blake. It was the opposite this morning, the soft musings of his light touches gently guide her back to awareness.

Reaching her arm across his bare chest and tightening the leg she has hooked between his, the redhead plants a sweet kiss on the mans chest. Bellamy's chest rumbles beneath her as he chuckles, pressing his soft lips press against her hair.

"Good morning," the Blake brothers deep voice thunders lightly into her red hair.

Hazel eyes lift up to look into adoring deep brown, "g'morning." A mischievous glint flickers across her face as she smiles softly, leaning up to kiss the man. "What's on the agenda for today?"

"More training," Bellamy sighs heavily, "I don't wanna talk about that now."

Myles props herself up on her elbow to look at the man better, the burdened sound worrying the redhead.

"We'll be okay," the red haired teen assures, "JJ is gonna try and make more gunpowder today. He burnt a barrel of wood yesterday for charcoal, it should be cool enough now."

"You think it's gonna work?" Bellamy queries, raising his hand up to push some of her long, red hair behind her ear.

"He aced chemistry," Myles informs the man, red eyebrows dancing around her face, "apparently those goggles aren't just for show."

"So I've heard," the Blake brother acknowledges with beaming deep brown eyes, sliding his hand from her face to brush over the heart shaped locket the teen wears around her neck. "After you'd been stabbed," Bellamy recounts, his sharp features softening, "Clarke tried to take this off to clean you up. Monty wouldn't let her."

"Yeah," the red haired teen sighs, her hand leaving his chest to meet his fingers at her necklace. "It was my mums." Myles lies back down, resting the back of her head on Bellamy's shoulder to show the man the locket. "It's broken, you have to pull this to the left a little to open it," Myles demonstrates for the dark brown haired man by opening the locket.

"Is that your mum?" Bellamy breathes, looking at the picture of a woman with dark auburn hair and delicate features that resides inside. The small picture is cut to fit the pendant, the beautiful woman practically glowing from where she is tucked into the metal. Myles hums an affirmative and the Blake brother smiles, "you look like her."

"You think so?" The redhead enquires, genuinely curious eyes scanning the small photo.

Bellamy presses his mouth to the top of her head lightly, a kind smile on his tanned features, "Yeah. I wish my mum left me something like that."

"She did," Myles reminds him sweetly, closing her locket and leaning up to look him in the eyes. "Octavia."

A bright, toothy grin takes over the mans face and he pulls the red haired teen to him, kissing her passionately. The two part with a displeased groan when a quiet knocking interrupts their moment. They've heard the six tone beat that comes from the tree behind Bellamy's tent before; when Myles had whistled it to call for Jasper and the redhead had heard it her whole life on the Ark.