twenty three - Since Way Back

The atmosphere was different that next day Bellamy arrived to base. It was gloomy, but the skies weren't blue. It was like a sand dust brown with fog roaming the air.

It smelled like it was going to rain for weeks. Nobody was sure when the black rain could hit. They only knew it could hit at any moment.

Brandi was back by Tristan's side in the infirmary that afternoon. Though this was his fourth to fifth day conscious, she needed Tristan to get better fast.

Clarke was hunting, and wherever they plan to survive for the next couple of years, she needed to know Tristan would at least be able to move sufficiently when they do figure stuff out.

Tristan never pulled away the breathing mask from his face when Brandi had pulled an arm of his over her shoulders while she had an arm wrapped around his torso.

''You ready?'' She winced. She was standing in an uncomfortable position while he was laying down.

He shooks his head vigorously.

''You're a Potter,'' She breathes out. ''Which means-''

He yelped when he lifted her slightly off of the bed before she quickly laid him back down.

''You need to get better, whether you like it or not.''

She slithers herself out of his grasp and slapped her arms against her sides.

He pulls the mask off of his lips when croaking, ''But it hurts.''

The volume in his voice was accelerating from a breathless whisper to a small voice, one that was hard but audible to hear.

Though, it didn't change the amount of pain he felt nor the process of his recovery.

She pulls a strand of hair behind her ear. ''I want you to keep trying. I'm only doing this for you.''

He raised a brow. ''The irony, huh?''

His face faltered and Brandi turned towards the windows when thunder abrupt.

''Is that-''

In an instant, rain began to pour violently and there were screams of terror being heard from outside.

''Black rain,'' Brandi confirms for her brother. She looks down at him and gave his arm a firm squeeze, ''I'll be right back.''

The brunette ran down the corridor Marcus Kane and Jaha precisely planned for this specific scenario.

She found everyone striping from their toxic clothing and splashing water on to their skin, recovering the sizzling sensation.

She made her way around everyone while her eyes were trained on by the two who stood in the front.

She knew who they were, but she had to make sure that at least they were safe. Specifically one of them.

''Hey,'' Brandi calls as she steps closer. She didn't bother to touch neither of them because they haven't stripped yet either.

Marcus and Bellamy turned to her with wide eyes.

''Are you guys okay? What's wrong?''

''Where's Octavia?'' Bellamy questions eagerly.

Her burrows were furrowed for a split second before she shook her head. ''She left, Bell.''

''What?'' He exclaims. ''You let her?''

''Bellamy,'' She lugs her head to the side. ''I couldn't hold her back, she was way too upset.''

He turns and begans to head out, announcing, ''I gotta find her.''

Marcus was quick to pull him, turning him to face him. ''Bellamy, look. We don't know where she went. You just got back, and the rover doesn't have enough power to go searching the woods.''

He extends an arm to point to the rain while his features twisted with fury. ''The rain will kill her.''

Brandi takes a step forward as she encourages, ''She'll make it through the storm, Bell. She's smart and she's quick, she's proven that.''

He nods his head. She may be right, but that doesn't fully stop him from worrying. There's always a contradicting if and it takes many people by surprise.

He wouldn't like the surprise if she wasn't quick enough to make it through the storm.

× × ×

''Brandi,-''

''But,-''

Bellamy shoots her a pointed look. ''Don't.''

She slaps her hands on the table full of materials that were helping him with his suit. They stood in the garage, filled with many of those slowly recovering from the bruns caused from the rain.

The limited amount of clean water were their best cure at the moment.

''Look at you! You're making a suit covered in duct tape.''

''Mark and Peter need my help,'' He continues to build his suit by securing the tape on his arm. There wasn't much he could possibly do, it got ruined from the fire. ''I can't leave them knowing I could help them.''

''Who's gonna help you when you need it?'' She exclaims. She arches her brows. ''Huh?''

The only response he could deliver was silence and it was enough to make her look away, roughly exhaling a frustrated sigh.

Brandi acknowledge Marcus presence by telling him, ''Don't bother.'' She folds her arms across her chest. ''He's set.''

Bellamy peers up from fixating his suit before looking back down, asking, ''Everyone else accounted for?''

He placed his hand on his hips once he's approached. ''Jaha and Monty reported in from Sector Five. All two hundred of their people are safe. The other sectors are still. We're down two.''

Bellamy flattens his lips into a straight line. ''Not for long.''

Their attention was diverted towards Louis, who, out of everyone inside, was most effected by the rain and forcibly coughed loudly

Once he calmed down, Bellamy continued to prepare himself.

''Bellamy, the fire damage to that suit could cause tears you can't see much less seal.''

He srugged his shoulders while wrapping his wrists. ''It's the best we got.''

He looks up as Marcus grabbed a hold of his wrists. ''That's Mark Colton out there. I know him, he's resourceful. Right now they're under an overhang, out of the rain.''

''His son Peter was one of the hundred,'' He reaches for his helmet as he confirms with the nod of his head. ''I'm doing this.''

He lifts his oxygen tank off of the table and walks off. Brandi had chased after him quicker than Kane did and walk around him and stopped in place, ceasing from getting any further.

''What?'' She scans him over before looking up at him. ''Not gonna tell me goodbye?''

She perked into a lopsided grin as he breaks out chuckling. He brought an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer, where he then pressed his lips against her temple.

Her eyes closed shut as he pulled his lips away.

''I'll be safe,'' He whispers to her.

She opens her eyes and peers at him through her lashes. ''Yeah?'' She nods her head. ''You will.''

He smiles. ''I love you.''

She couldn't help the heart strings that strung or hide the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. ''I love you too.''

Her grin grew more, if possible as her eyes slowly fell shut as he leans closer towards her, pressing his lips against hers.

The grins on both of their features never faltered all the while his lips molded against.

She slightly deepened the pressure by placing one hand behind his neck while the other gripped the ends of his hair.

They were at such a good place, it was almost perfect in Brandi's perspective. Although, there was no label, any problems, any anger held towards one another has been settled.

It feels they developed relationship to another level, what with finally saying I love you's and all.

She held on to him as she pulled apart, her head spinning. He was so exhilarating, she couldn't resist. He was a force that she was always attracted to and even if it may kill her one day, she was addicted to him.

He pressed his forehead against hers. ''Stay with Tristan, keep him company. I'll be back before you know it.''

She nods her head again, her tongue revealing itself as she licks her bottom lip.

The warmth of her touch slipped down from his neck towards his broad shoulders and muscular arms, until they were completely gone. Her arms fell at her sides and she takes a step aside, allowing him to walk off towards his next mission.

× × ×

''Argh!'' Tristan Potter grunts once again, another attempt of getting with Brandi Potter, older sister as his trainor.

He forces his back down against the firmness of the cot, ripping his arm away from her shoulders.

She furrows her brows at him. ''Tristan,-''

''You're embarrassing me in front of all these people,'' He hissed. His eyes were wide and his nostrils were flared. If looks could kill, she would be six feet under.

''Who cares?'' She argues. ''They have their own problems going on.''

He cocks his head to the side. ''Not as much as the kid whose stuck in bed all day.''

''I'm trying to help change that,'' She practically begged.

''If it didn't work the first time,'' He shakes his head. ''It isn't going to work now being the seventh time.''

The brunette lowers her height to the point where her knees were bent. She held onto the edge of his bed as a sort of balance as a sigh falls from her lips.

''Clarke is working on a way to solve all of this and,'' She pursed her lips. ''Survival can very limited. So, in case we both can't make it through,-''

His head lagged to the side as his fell dropped. ''No. God, no,-''

One hand remains holding on to the edge while the other reaches out to gently rest on his forearm. ''Listen, Tris. I mean it. Because I want you to be able to live.''

He shook his head almost vigorously. ''I can't leave you.''

''You will,'' She quirks a small smile. ''But they won't let me trade my place if you're not healthy enough.''

''Brandi,'' He breathes out. ''This pain, it feels like I'm getting shot over and over again.''

She tilts her head high, ''What do you want me to do? Kiss your boo boo?'' She lifts herself off of the ground. ''I've been stabbed for more than a life time and I know you got a few battle wounds too.''

She points a finger at him, a playful smile hinting at her lips. ''I'm gonna go check in with Kane, but when I come back, you better have grown balls.''

As she makes her way out of med bay, he rolls his eyes.

It wasn't long before she was back in the large garage, specifically in the section Bellamy had arranged himself before he headed off.

The couple of hours that passed, she busted herself for her younger brother's recovery while keeping Kane company, sparing his lonesome as the two kept tabs on Bellamy's rescue task at hand.

Her arms were folded across her chest and pressed tight as she slowly approached from behind Kane.

He was in the middle of speaking to who she would assume would be Bellamy Blake himself.

''It's not your fault.''

''I can't protect anyone,'' He flatly counters. ''I couldn't protect the love of my life, my sister. They are my responsibility and I failed.''

Brandi took closer steps as Kane tells him, ''You didn't fail, Bellamy. You did everything you could for the both of them. You came to the ground for your sister, risked your life to save Brandi from Mount Weather. But sometimes, you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.''

She reached over to his shoulder, alarming his attention wildly as he turns to her with wide eyes and tense shoulders. He relaxed once identifying the touch and hands over the talking piece of the radio.

''Hun,'' She starts off sympathetically. ''A hero isn't a hero without his downfalls. You tried, we know you did. But you don't always win at the end of the day.''

She hand him back the piece of the radio, the silence engrossing a pit of curiosity from inside of her.

''Your mother would be proud of the man you've become,'' He smiles. ''I know I am.''

It was silent for another moment before he fiercly prompt, ''You floated my mother.''

She brings a hand up towards her cringed features and pinches the bridge of her nose.

She knew at this point there was no point in talking to him. He just needed some time for himself. At least, for a little while.

× × ×

A small groan emits from her throat as he tired eyes forced themselves open. Brandi pulls a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she rolled into the person laying down next to her.

''Hey,'' Her hoarsed voice greets Bellamy. He watched as her narrowed brown eyes shifted towards the window of their room to see a ray of the sun rise peeking in. She looks back up at him and asks softly, ''Are you okay?''

He slowly nods his head. ''I will be.''

The thumb that was playing with the exposed skin on her hip didn't go unnoticed.

''I'm sorry, hun,'' She spoke softly. ''Do you want to talk about it?''

He shook his head. ''No more talking,'' He mumbles as he used that same hand resting on her hip to cup her face from under her jaw to pull her closer.

His lips crashed against as if he was hungry; starving. He needed to assure himself that no matter what, he'll have her by his side at all times. He needed her.

Her haphazard body twisted around in the bed. She faced him and draped a leg lazily over his waist.

He removed his grip from under her jaw and ran his fingertips against her clothed thigh. Her lips fell into a pleasurable sigh, a chill running down spine before he clawed at the back of her thigh.

The room was getting hot and heavier the longer the kiss lasted. She didn't know how much she couldn't take but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop.

She pulls away from the heated kiss just when he sinks his teeth into her bottom lip.

Her hands pressed against his chest as she slides her weight on top of his waist.

She crossed her arms, her fingertips meeting the hem of her shirt and grips on to the thin material. She pulls the long sleeve over her head as Bellamy sits himself up with one hand resting on one side of her hips.

She turns her head to the side to toss her shirt to the side, giving him the opportunity to grab a hold of the back of head and pulling her closer.

His lips surrounded the skin on her neck tightly, the edges of his teeth lightly grazing as he left open mouth kisses.

Her hands find their way to the ends of his hair again while his hands swarmed around her hips and towards her ass.

His calloused hands slides into the pair of leggings she wore and give tight squeeze.

His teeth sunk into the spot just below her ear and her hold on him becomes tighter.

''Bell,'' She breathes out.

He pulls away from the bruise he left on her neck and demands with a raspy voice, ''Tell me you want to stop and I will.''

She looks down at him with hooded eyes. His pupils had not only lust but pure desire.

Though it appeared for him to be difficult keeping eye contact as he kept looking down at her plumped lips before looking into her eyes.

''Do you want me to stop?''

The groan that was to slip past his lips turned to a grunt when she grounded her hips into, more than please to feel the affect she imprints in his pants.

''What happened to no more talking?''

Something within him snapped. He flipped her back on to her back while he towered over her as he captured her lips into another rushed kiss.

Her lips fell when she moan at the sudden action his hips rolling right into hers. His tongue slips into her mouth while her hands played with his shirt.

His hands pulled away from the waistband of her leggings that were already sliding down her legs to take off his t-shirt before diving back into the crook of her neck.

Another sigh fell from her lips as his hands trailed behind her, lifting her just enough to unclip her bra.

She lets go off him to drag the straps off of her shoulders and down her arms. She couldn't throw them into a known direction when he peppers her breasts with heated kisses.

By now, her fingers were weaving through the roots of his sloppy curls as he continuously bites and sucks before rounding closer and closer towards her nipples.

His attention was focused on one while the other was being fiddling and twisted by a hand of his.

After giving his affection, her small nub was poking into the air, cold, moist and attentive.

Switching over towards the other breast, her breathless sighs of pleasure grew into small moans.

His hands ignited fire against her skin as his rushed motions slowed down on the way down her stomach while his touch explored every curve of hers.

The waistband of her leggings held against her thighs, so once he's reached the laced lining of her black hued underwear, he looks up at her with the lick of his lips.

She nods her head vigorously, practically a withering mess under his touch.

He reaches into the insides of her underwear, pulling down the item of clothing along with her leggings until she was bare before him.

His gaze never tore away from her as he threw the remainder of her clothes aside.

His lips quirk into a smirk, catching the hint of rose tinting her cheeks. She was naked for someone and the experience was completely new.

At least with Cage she had all of her clothes on.

But she couldn't begin to compare situations. Cage was an anger man filled with evil. Bellamy was far from that. This is the love of her life.

''God,'' He breathes out. He grabs onto a calve of hers and lowers himself in between her legs. She bites her lips as he peck his way toward her inner thigh. ''You're so beautiful.''

She whimpers when he bites down on her expose skin that neared the area she needed him most.

Her hands flew into his hair, gripping more firmly than she usually would when he licks bold stripe.

''So wet.''

Her toes had curled against his back, the muscles in her legs tensing up and moans falling like nothing from her lips. Eventually, just when she was near her climax, her back had arched off of the bed as if she was elevated towards another until he pulls away from her heat.

She pants, ''Why'd you stop?''

He could help but grin, even with a little evidence of her gloss shining on his lips. ''Because,-''

He stood up and pulled pants down. This was it, she thought to herself. As selfish as it may seem, she going to resist the urge over control.

She smiles softly when he's back towering over her. She felt so comfortable with him, as if this was so natural for them.

His eyes gauge her reaction once he slipped into her. Her features twisted and a groan fell from her lips. He knew it had to be painful, even with how still his still position.

''I want to actually feel you come,'' He took one slow thrust causing her to bite down on her bottom lip. ''I want to make you feel better than before.''

She clenched against the next thrust. It took him by surprise, he grunts, ''You deserve it.''

''Bell?''

He looks up with a cocked brow. ''Yeah?''

She nods her head. ''Go faster.''

That was all he needed to move at a faster and much tougher pace than what he started off.

He was taking it all in. Like just how he hits the right spots, her eyes would screw shut and she'd pressed her chest into his. Or the louder her moans brewed the closer she got.

''Fuck,'' He hissed at how tight she was. ''You're going to ruin me.''

She cupped his features with her palms, marvelling at the beauty before him before crashing her lips with his.

His eyes blew wide when she pushed him  on to go back, switching their positions so she could be on top.

He was going crazy by the slow motions of her hips dropping tentatively dramatically against his while her her grip rested on his exposed chest.

Bellamy Blake never felt so mesmerized by the the trail of sweat glistening along the sides of her face, causing her hair to stick to her face or the path that travelled down the navel line between her chest.

''I'm close,'' She breathes out.

The rest was history.

AUTHOR'S NOTE;

I AM CRINGING NDHXNWM !!

THIS IS MY SECOND TIME WRITING SMUT AND I KEPT TAKING PAUSES JUST BECAUSE KSABWIA

DID YOU CRINGE TOO ? DID YOU SQUEAL?? I'M SQUEALING!