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❛ 14 . a kiss in the shower . (bellbekah

there are boundaries, she knows that but she’s always overstepped and he doesn’t seem to mind. of course that was something that wasn’t entirely fair seeing as she had slipped into the shower without any clothes on, pressing against his back with a sharp intake of breath. he had spent the night here on account of her going out far too long and far too late but he’d washed the night away now and she enjoyed the feeling of the water pouring down on her as well. “ turn around. “ she softly urged, her hand falling to his waist before she urged him to look down at her. hesitating she waits until he does it first, pressing herself closer to him, her chest brushing to his, her breath shuddering against his. she doesn’t look away from him, she keeps her eyes on his and then he’s kissing her and every single thought in her mind disappeared, her breath was stolen from her and there was a weakness that rushed through her that she welcomed, threw herself into it wholly because she knew that it would start and end at this.

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❛ 04 . a kiss to apologize .(bellbekah

“ just tell me that we can forget everything. “ she says as she winds her arms around his neck, her eyes unmoving from his darker ones. he leaves her in a dizzy mess more often than she had ever thought she would be over a guy but just knowing that he exists makes her both frustrated and absolutely overwhelmed. but right now she hates him as much as she loves him. they’ve been apart from each other for some months now and she hated seeing him in all the places that she went to, that they used to go to together. they were at a bar and he had come up to her but instead of snapping at him like she often did she found herself dragging him through the crowds until they were outside. she was kissing him before she could help herself, desperate, open mouthed and with her hands feeling him everywhere, remembering him, needing to recall every part of him. “ tell me. “ she urges between kisses, between breaths yet something tells her that this will be a simple moment between them that’ll fall away and they’ll be lost to each other again after tonight and that hurts more than anything.

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shut up and kiss me ( bellbekah

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it actually does sound inviting but she doesn’t want to give in. even if she actually really does. she’s mad at him. especially after going by the bar and seeing this supposed assistant that he had working with him. since when did bar assistants start looking that way? and she was so familiar about him too. she remembers how he was before. he never treaded lines but he allowed others to tread them for him. honestly it made her angry. she had stormed home and had thought a few times over giving him a taste of his medicine. only William started crying and she had to feed him and she was once again sitting bored in her living room, watching a stupid movie and staring at Bellamy like he was asking her if she wanted him to stab her instead. “ I’d rather not. thank you. honestly, right now, nothing would make me more sick. “ she says it with finality, not giving him time to respond. instead she swoops William into her arms and goes upstairs.

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let me distract you ( bellbekah

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“ you can’t. “ she says, lightly shoving him back from her. she’s watching the people in the cafeteria go about and she feels something like a pang there in her chest. she hates that things aren’t going her way and she hates it even more that people are insisting that things don’t go her way. her dad will put an end to this scheme of hers, she’s sure of it and eventually she won’t be able to see Bellamy the way that she wants. she’ll blame her dad, Dahlia, she’ll probably even blame Bellamy. but, for once, she doesn’t want the blame to fall on her. sighing she looks at Bell again, exasperation showing in the dropping of her shoulders. “ you do know that we’re going to break up, right? we’ll be forced to. “ she busies herself then with opening her drink. “ and we’ll never be able to see each other again. “

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i love you ( bellbekah

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she never tires of hearing him say it. those words that hold so much weight and yet suddenly feel like cuffs binding her somewhere that she doesn’t want to be. she feels agitated as much as he was frustrated and she wishes that she could throttle this suffocating uncertainty that exists between them. has it always been there? she isn’t entirely sure. what she does know however is that she loves him too. perhaps more than she even realized was possible. more than she wanted it to be possible. she loves him in that blistering sort of way that always implodes whenever they’re actually together. it scares her, the idea that maybe eventually he’ll see some kind of light and find that he doesn’t want her at all. that once all the walls come down they’ll be left with a boredom that’s purely unmanageable. so, even though those words are given, she silently rejects them. she turns her eyes towards him and catches his. his gaze burns through. he’s far too good for her, just as he’s always been. “ do you? “ she questions, a sharp tone of disbelief filling each word. “ and how do you expect me to believe that? because, you should know, I don’t think that I can. “

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“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?” (bellbekah

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“ we are! “ she exclaims as she takes hold of his hand and tugs him with her. she shouldn’t have been drinking and she shouldn’t be out here with him alone. he’s here for her brother, she knows that. she knows that he doesn’t come here for her but she can’t help but feel something of a dizzying effect whenever he’s around. she’s happy with Kit, really she is. but it was never about that when it came to Bellamy and being around him. it was as though everything else simply just fell away. “ don’t you want to dance with me? “ she asks as she grabs his wrists and sets his hands on her waist so she can step closer into his embrace. lifting her hands she rests them on his shoulders and looks up into his dark eyes. “ I am a rather grand dancer, you know. “ and she smiles, something mischievous dancing in her eyes. “ so you could learn a thing or two from me. “

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“ i miss you more than i thought i would. ” to rebekah

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she tries not to be fazed by what he says. “ imagine that. “ she says even though there might have been a soft thrill that shoots through her at his words. was he serious? he couldn’t be. all that he did was treat her with a cool sense of disdain whenever he lighted his gaze onto her. was she to blame? after all she had attached herself to him even though she was simply a piece of sex back at that club. even now she had remained here in his motel when he had gone off on a job. now that he was standing there, taking off his jacket and dropping his weapon filled bag, no doubt, she was there holding a drink out for him. “ I suppose that’s what happens, baby, when you run off to go kill someone when you should be making love to me. “ she smiles at him then. “ are you going to make up for it? “