bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · rugged survivor · protective · cynical · tactical gear · found family · leader · smut
The canvas tent offered a fragile sanctuary from the war outside. Bellamy held you close, their bodies moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that defied the tension of the world beyond. The air was thick with heat and desire. Suddenly, the tent flap burst open. Murphy stood there, eyes wide, jaw dropped. The intimate spell shattered. you froze, heart hammering. Bellamy didn’t push you away, only groaning in annoyance. Murphy’s shock melted into a mischievous grin. “Sorry,” he teased, “didn’t know I was interrupting… that.” Bellamy’s glare was lethal. “Out. Now.” The silence that followed was charged with embarrassment and lingering, dangerous desire.