Chapter 23

"Lexa will never have the chance to hurt you." he said in a heavy voice. He knew the thought of the Grounders finding her terrified Lina. Blood must have blood, and no matter what Octavia and Lincoln believed, Bellamy wasn't so sure that Lexa and her crew were satisfied. "No one will ever get the chance to hurt you."

Bellamy had already closed the small distance between them, urged on by the unstoppable need to be near her. There was hardly more than an inch separating their chests, a gap that Bellamy was all too eager to fill. But he had taken the first step, and now it was her turn. A little over a week ago he wouldn't have hesitated to drag her down onto the bed ( only if she allowed it of course. He wasn't a monster). But he couldn't even bring himself to touch her until she gave him some kind of sign that she felt… whatever the hell it was that he was feeling.

It was more than just desire and lust, it was something much deeper than that. He'd felt desire before… many times before, if he was being honest. But this particular feeling hadn't come and gone like he was used to. It had started out as a something smaller than a seed. But it grew. It grew every time she laughed, every time she smiled, every time she made a sassy comment that made him have to suppress a grin. The seed had grown roots that took hold deep within Bellamy's heart and branches that snaked their way through every vein in his body.

Lina's eyes still hadn't met his. Instead, she was staring straight ahead at his chest. Slowly, making sure not to break the moment with quick and wasted movements, he tilted her head up with his fingers under her chin. He could see the conflicted emotions fight for power within her eyes. Whatever he was feeling, he knew she felt it too and that it scared her even more than it scared him. Bellamy cupped the side of her face with his other hand and ran the pad of his thumb over the smooth skin of her cheek.

It was a small gesture, but one that seemed to completely unravel her resolve.

Lina pushed herself up onto her toes and brought their faces dangerously close together. She paused, but only for a second before she let their lips touch. It was soft and quick, a ghost of a kiss. Neither pulled away, their noses brushing against each other while they waited for the next move to be made. Bellamy knew that whatever he did next would change the course of his life, and the thought exhilarated him.

He moved his hand to the back of her neck and gently pulled her forward, bringing her lips back to his. This kiss was longer. It was filled with meaning and promises. His heart was racing and his lungs burned for air, but he didn't want to break the kiss.

Bellamy placed a hand on her waist and pulled her flush against him, needing to be closer. He felt like an addict. He didn't want her, he needed her. It wasn't his brain telling him to kiss her, it was his body. His brain would have screamed for him to stop, to remember who she is and what he's done to her, what he's done to her family. But his brain was currently out of town on vacation, and his body had taken over in it's absence.

She curled her arms around his neck, stretching as high on her toes as she could to deepen the kiss. When her mouth opened, Bellamy allowed his tongue to caress over the inside of her bottom lip. Lina let out a ragged breath before tilting her head back and allowing him full access to her mouth. Both of his arms were around her now, holding her tight against him, so tight that he could feel every beat of her heart which he was elated to realized matched his own.

LINA

She should have stopped the kiss. She should have never let it happen in the first place. The Sky People had brought nothing but trouble to Earth from the moment their damn ship slammed into the ground.

Lina knew she shouldn't… feel things for him. She should hate him. She should hate them all. But yet, here she was, so fully invested in a kiss with Bellamy Blake that she started to feel a little light headed.

She didn't know when exactly she started to feel this way. It's not like a light flashed or a neon sign shone above him, but she had started to fall for him. Hard. Maybe it was when he stood up for her against Robert, or after he had crawled in bed beside her that first night, offering her warmth. But if she was being honest with herself, she knew it was much sooner than that. It was after Robert had led his crusade against her; when Bellamy had taken care of her in his tent. She had been so afraid to let him touch her, so terrified that he'd hurt her.

But he hadn't.

That was the moment she became interested, that was the moment that the seed was planted. A seed that was fed by his protectiveness, his gentleness, his concern. Never in her life had she felt as safe as when she was near him. He had a way of making her feel untouchable, as though nothing could ever harm her again.

That damn seed blossomed into something larger than she could have ever imagined. And now, with his arms around her, she felt like her life had purpose. After her family and home were taken from her, she had been feeling useless, pathetic, like she had no reason to live. But now she understood that he was her reason.

She felt his hand press against the small of her back while the other tangled itself in the hair at the back of her head. Her heart was slamming so hard against the walls of her chest that she was sure he could feel it. It wasn't until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the cot that she realized they had been moving.

Lina knew where this was going. She knew exactly what would happen once she laid down on the bed. The idea of sex wasn't what scared her, it was the idea of having sex with Bellamy. There was no doubt in her mind that he'd been with his share of girls, and she herself wasn't without experience. Sex in the mountain was forbidden, except if you were married. Population control was crucial. Too many people could lead to starvation and illness. But just like every other teenager in Mount Weather, Lina had broken the rules more than once, a few times in particular with Jimmy Carson.

Her mind came back to Bellamy as she felt his hands now sneak their way under the sides of her shirt and stroke the bare skin beneath. She drew in a sharp breath of shock from the contact, but the breath came back out slow and ragged. His fingertips trailed along her sides all the way up to the elastic edge of the old sports bra Octavia had given her. Once he felt the fabric, he let his hands slide back down to her hips. After he gave a few gentle nudges, Lina sat on the cot.

Bellamy yanked his shirt over his head. For a brief moment Lina thought to call him a hypocrite. Only minutes ago he had been lecturing her on being out in the cold and getting sick. And here he was, completely exposing himself to the elements. But this train of thought didn't last more than a fraction of a second.

Her eyes drank him in. The smooth tan skin of his chest and torso and the powerful muscles that rippled underneath it. The sight created a strange sensation in her stomach, one that then began to stretch a bit lower. She wished she had more time to admire him, but Bellamy was leaning down over her and pressing their lips back together with such force that she was pushed onto her back.

She let her arms wrap around his neck and pull him even deeper into her kiss. Bellamy was lying over her, propped up on his hands so he didn't crush her under his weight. Even with her eyes closed she could feel him lift one hand and then felt it come to rest on her ribcage. Very slowly, all while keeping the rhythm of the kiss, Bellamy trailed his hand upwards. This time, when he met the hem of her bra, he didn't stop. Instead, his fingers fought their way underneath material. Lina wiggled beneath him, rushing to get her shirt and bra off and out of the way. She felt an unexplainable flood of impatience when he grabbed her wrists to stop her.

"Stop rushing." he whispered in her ear as he brought his hand back to her chest. This time he didn't go under the fabric, but he let his hand settle on top of her breast. She couldn't stop the small moan that escaped her lips when he gave the slightest of squeezes. It almost angered her that he could have such an effect on her.

She allowed her own hands to wander. The skin on of his back was hot despite the cold air outside the tent. The tips of her fingers glided up his neck and into his hair, tangling themselves among the surprisingly soft curls. Finally, Bellamy fiddled with the hem of her shirt and carefully brought the material over her head. She kept her eyes closed as she waited for his lips to return to hers, but they flew open when she felt his hot breath on her stomach.

Smooth lips brushed over the skin around her belly button, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as they moved upward. He took his time pulling off her bra, sliding it up her arms that she held over her head. Then he kissed her arm, along the same path that he'd just dragged the bra. Her body gave a small involuntary shudder. When his lips touched the skin of her collarbone a nagging voice in the back of her head reminded Lina that she was now half naked. For the first time in what seemed like ages, she opened her eyes and brought her arms down to wrap around her chest. But Bellamy captured her lips with his, and her arms with his hands. He lifted her arms back up over her head.

His eyes met hers for a fleeting moment before his mouth went back to work on hers. His lips travelled to her neck and down to her chest. Lina took in a nervous breath, for some reason afraid to let him see her body. But her fears were forgotten when he brought a hand down to cover her left breast. His fingers gently played with her hardened nipple, rolling it back and forth between the thumb and middle finger. She couldn't help the way her breathing sped up, or the way her back lifted just a bit off the bed.

When his lips found their way to the valley between her breasts Lina allowed her hand to stroke the skin on his shoulders. He was so soft, so warm, it made her never want to stop touching him. He kissed his way around her right breast, starting at the top, then the sides, then the sensitive skin underneath, before his mouth closed over her nipple. Lina let out a half moan half cry as his tongue swirled in slow delicate circles. She wasn't sure how long it lasted, but she was sure of the disappointment she felt when his hand slid away from her breast.

The disappointment was short lived because she soon understood where that hand was heading. It skimmed its way down her belly, pausing only once when he moved his mouth's attention to her abandoned breast, before it came to the top of her jeans. That's where it rested for some time while his mouth continued it's work.

When he finished, he slowly brought their faces together, letting his lips drag along her skin the entire way until they hovered just above hers. His hand pressed against her lower belly. His lips were at her ear, the hot breath tickled her neck.

"Can I?" he whispered. He was begging for her permission and that made her want him all the more. She slammed her eyes shut and groaned with longing. Before she was even aware that she was nodding, his hand was sneaking under the hem of the jeans.

A/N:

Don't hate me, but that's just about as smutty as its going to get for now. I hate stories that lead up to the good stuff and then lose all the meaning and spirit behind the actual plot. I'll also be updating The Fight for Peace soon, so anyone who follows that should be pretty happy lol