Thread: RP: The 100: May We Meet Again: One-on-One with Horror_Show

Bellamy felt himself experiencing sensory overload. However, all of his senses were consumed with Clarke. The loud music, the sweat, the screaming teenagers, and not even the slight breeze blowing through the air had a place in his mind. He tasted Clarkes lips. Though he was unable to explain how her lips tasted, Bellamy recognized something distinct about it. It was sweet and savory, making his mouth water even when they were not kissing. His ears captured her breathing patterns and the moans of course. Consciously, he monitored her breathing and was thankful to hear that so far, she was doing well. The smell of alcohol was strong but different than other alcoholic smells. No doubt, it had to do with Clarke. He already had an idea of what her scent smelled like and it was combining with the alcohol but it was desirable all the same. The sensation of touch was the most overloading. It felt like every literal inch of his body was touching Clarke in some way, shape, or form. Their legs were touching, his arms were both around her waist and neck. His head was buried in the crook of his neck. His fingers and hand inside of her pants felt the wetness, the throbbing, and the swelling. Each finger felt something different and he wanted to memorize every inch with his touch. A smile was on his face when his eyes opened, taking in the final sensation of sight. His eyes locked right onto hers and God, her orbs were gorgeous. He noticed how much darker they were compared to earlier and knew his own eyes reflected the same shade. Have two people ever wanted each other more than these two people did right now? Bellamy liked to think not. Next, his eyes traveled to her chest. He watched it rise and fall at a reasonable pace. Bellamy hoped to soon see her entire body but he was taking it slow because that was not the most important thing. The most important thing to Bellamy was making Clarke feel loved and needed. Bellamy needed her. He needed her more than anything. Being on the ground would not have been nearly as exhilarating without Clarke. Bellamy recognized that now. Only one finger penetrated her swollen sheath. He felt the interior of her lips gripping his finger like a tight vice. Bellamy tried paying close attention to how it felt. Meanwhile, his other hand was able to sneak around her waist and delve inside of her pants. He figured sliding a finger inside of her and rubbing her clit was going to be too much for her to handle. He just wanted his hand nearby so he could switch easily when ready. He was most concerned about taking it slow for her. Clarke, talk to me. How does this feel? He wanted to know if he should do something different, if he should change things up, or if he should simply keep this same pace going. After they finished talking, Bellamy started kissing the blonde again. One second not spent kissing Clarke felt like one second wasted. Their lips molded together perfectly again and while Clarke might have been the one he was pleasuring with his hand, Bellamys own sense of euphoria was growing. Clarkes pleasure was his pleasure. Besides, those delectable moans and noises she made against his lips were driving him wild. Furthermore, Bellamy enjoyed seeing that smile on her face. If he was making her happy, then that was all he needed to know or to feel. His entire body was on fire. It felt like sweat was dripping out of every pore. His fingers were moving at a slow, steady pace but that was the only thing about Bellamy that was steady. In fact, it sounded like he was breathing harder than Clarke. His rush of emotions and happiness was overwhelming and it made him reach a new high since all of this was combined with alcohol. The smile continued to grow and he slid his tongue slowly inside of Clarkes mouth, allowing his tongue to lightly brush against hers. He felt how warm and wet Clarkes tongue felt against his own. They reached an entirely different level of intimacy here and Bellamy loved it. His finger continued slowly thrusting in and out of her tight, wet lips, making sure to make a few circular motions so every inch of her walls were accounted for.