Dark Matter • Bellamy Blake [Slow Updates]

Tension and Unwanted Attention

Stella felt safe.

A foreign warmth enveloped her, for likely the first time in her life she did not find herself worrying for the future, others, anything at all. She could only describe the sensation as a blissful void...until she opened her eyes and found herself nose to nose with none other than the infamous Bellamy Blake.

She muffled a shriek of surprise at their close proximity, from his arms firmly wrapped around her waist to her leg which was curled around his.

She attempted to untangle herself from his grasp, yet the more she pulled the stronger his grip became. After a few minutes of this, Stella's impatience boiled over and she prepared to yank herself from his grasp with one final tug yet a grumble interrupted her.

Bellamy sighed, his eyes still closed, and his grip still potent, "Stop it, you're going to reopen your stitches," he grunted.

Stella scoffed in utter disbelief. "You were awake this whole time?!" She exclaimed to which Bellamy merely smirked finally opening his eyes in amusement.

Stella scoffed again, now determinately pushing herself away from his embrace. Upon their physical separation, Stella noticed how her body instinctually still yearned for his presence, as she repressed a shiver at the chilly atmosphere of the tent.

"Was this really necessary?" She complained nonetheless. "You have the largest tent on the campsite, I'm sure you could've found other sleeping accommodations."

"I would've if I could've," Bellamy simply shrugged.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you sort of didn't let me leave, sweetheart," Bellamy grinned while stretching still lying on the cot.

Stella couldn't help but notice the ripple of muscles that littered his abdomen in response to this gesture. She shook her head away and muttered, "Keep dreaming, Blake."

"We kind of already did," Bellamy pointed out, pulling his previously discarded shirt over his head. "You are just adorable when you sleep by the way."

Stella let out a groan. "How long have I been out?" She asked, somewhat afraid to know the answer.

"About three days," Bellamy replied nonchalantly.

Stella gasped in shock her mind catching up the past with the present. "Jasper!" She exclaimed, throwing off the covers from her body. "We need to go now-"

As soon as Stella's two feet hastily touched the ground her limbs seemed to forget how to remain vertical, and she stumbled into Bellamy's ready arms.

He steadied her before lecturing, "First off, you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm letting you out there in your condition, second of all-"

Stella interrupted adamantly. "And you're out of your damn mind if you think you can tell me what to do," she stated before brushing off his hands which were still positioned on her hip and shoulder in effort to stabilize her.

Bellamy sighed in frustration. "Can you listen to me for once before-"

Stella interrupted again. "I'll listen to you once you start keeping your promises, how about that? You said you'd tell me who gave you safe passage to earth upon my return. Well?" She crossed her arms in expectation of an answer.

Bellamy's heated gaze pulled away from her eyes down to her abdomen. "You're bleeding," he stated, grabbing her wrist and attempting to lead her to rest on the cot again.

Stella resisted, standing in place. "And you're evading."

Bellamy internally groaned at her for what felt like the umpteenth time before complaining, "Can you not be stubborn for once in your life and let me bandage you-"