BOOK TWO | bellamy blake imagines

33. bloodbag part two

STORY CREATED BY ravewood

The ground was your home. You were a grounder, a warrior in blood. Every since you were old enough to walk you were trained for battle. Life was survival for you and your people.

Your body was the definition of being a warrior. You many have not been tall or big compared to everyone but you were very skilled. You had many warrior tattoos inked over your body in fine art.

A sheet of sweat covered your body as you dodged another punch before throwing a swift punch at the warrior. After finally being freed from mount weather you trained as much as you could. You wanted to get your commander position back, you wanted to be back as one of the top warriors. Your healthy was finally getting better such as your strength.

The large warrior charged for you trying to sweep you but you ducked under his legs before grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back and send into the ground.

"Woah there tiger, careful." A deep voice called as a presence appeared right behind you. You turned to see the freckled shaggy haired man who saved you, and your people.

"Blake please, I am a warrior." You said as you helped your fellow grounder up.

"Good job, it's like you never were captured." The warrior said before walking off.

"You just got better. Do you really think all these training sessions are a good idea?" Bellamy asked as he scanned your body with his eyes. He cared for you, he really cared. He didn't know why he was so invested in you but he was.

"I am a warrior. This is what I do." You said as you pulled your hair out of the bun letting fall down your back.

"But I just worry. I don't need you getting hurt." Bellamy said as he helped gather some of your things.

"I'm not weak Bellamy Blake, now hand me my shirt." You sassed as you placed your hands on your hips. Bellamy couldn't help but smile as he checked you out yet again. You wore just a sports bra and some tight training pants. He couldn't help but find you attractive, your defined body covered with a glaze of sweat. Everything about you was perfect to him.

"I would, but I kinda prefer you like this." He teased holding the shirt out of your reach.

"That's a low blow Blake." You said crossing your arms. Bellamy was a good amount taller than you making it impossible to actually reach anything.

"Now you need to go shower, you smell." He teased even more bumping you with his hip. You let Bellamy walk ahead before quickly taking big steps before jumping on to his back, your legs locked around his torso. As instinct Bellamy caught your legs holding you in place. Leaning forward you reach for the shirt.

"Now who's throwing the low blows." Bellamy asked turning to looked at you as he still held you up.

"Well if you're going to play dirty..." You said as you draped your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. Being with him was warm, there was this feeling of safety and comfort that you have never felt before.

"So where am I taking you?" Bellamy asked as he carried you through the camp. When he saved his people and your people were set free, he made you stay with him. He wanted to make sure that you were safe and healthy. And somehow you ended up staying with him and his people.

"Anywhere with a shower and a bed." you mumbled as your lips brushed against his neck. Bellamy tensed up under your touch, these sparks flowing through his blood by just the brush of your lips. Bellamy brought you back to his room before you slipped off his back. Bellamy watched as you walked around his room as if it was your own. What the two of you had together was something unlike any other. The bond between you was strong, you trusted him on a level that seemed to be impossible.

Bellamy laid on his bed waiting for you to finish. His mind kept bouncing on the thought of you, more specifically the thought of you and him.

"You're done already?" Bellamy asked you he heard the door open. His mouth dropped as he watched you walk in with nothing but your taunting undergarments.

"Uh- Do you need some clothes?" Bellamy asked as his breath hitched with just the sight of you. He loved every inch of your body, though he didn't see so much of it on display.

"Well I wouldn't mind but it seems that you're enjoying the view." You teased him as you ran your hand through your hair as it was finally let free from all the small interlocking braids.

"I really do enjoy the view." Bellamy gave in as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands rested on your hips as he pulled you closer.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked as you bite your lip averting his eyes. It was like his eyes were burning into you.

"Because you're perfect. Every single bit of you." Bellamy said as his fingertips traced over the ink on your skin. You shivered under his touch as he fingertips traced your arm, where the needle scars were left from mount weather.

"I am far from it. I am a warrior Blake. I can never be a sky girl." You said as your anxiety took over you. In your eyes, Bellamy was so perfect and you were just a grounder.

"I don't want a sky girl." He mocked your tone. You bit your lip as you stared down at him.

"I...want...you." Bellamy said between scattered kiss along your torso. His lips trailed over the long scars that you had of wars before. His large hands came back on your hips pulling you over him.

"Well lucky for you Blake, I find you quite attractive." You said as you smiled down at him, straddling him. He just let out a chuckle before pulling you over the bed, flipping you over so that he was hovering on top of you. He held most of his weight off you as his lips hovered over yours. His eyes locked with yours before quickly leaning down and pushing his lips hard against yours for the well postponed kiss. You let your hands travel over his strong broad back.

"God you're going to be the end of me." Bellamy groaned as your lips traveled down his neck.

"Good." You mumbled before pressing your lips back against his.
He was your home now. He was your safety net of comfort. He loved you, more than he ever thought he could. Everything seemed to be in place now.