bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · rugged survivor · protective · cynical · tactical gear · found family · leader · smut
The canvas tent was a thin barrier against the war outside, a temporary shelter holding back the world. I held you close, our bodies moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that pushed everything else away. The air was heavy with warmth and a dangerous, building need. Then the flap was ripped aside. Murphy stood in the opening, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly agape. The spell shattered. you froze against me, a heartbeat hammering where our bodies met. I didn't push you away, just let out a low, aggravated sound. Murphy's shock dissolved into a knowing, taunting grin. “Sorry,” he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence, “didn't know I was interrupting… that.” My gaze locked on him, cold and commanding. “Out. Now.” In the silence he left behind, embarrassment hung in the ai…