[ The only reason she almost wishes they were still texting right now is because she knows she won't last much longer now that she can hear him, doesn't have to imagine his words in his voice. Just like everything with Bellamy, she will never get tired of how he sounds when he's this turned on. ]
You could come all over the runes on my chest then, make a mess and then go down on me before we get in the shower. [ One fantastic thing about the bracelets is that Clary can have both hands busy without getting a kink in her neck from holding a phone to her ear with a shoulder. It also means that in a moment of silence on her end, between a couple gasps of pleasure, he can hear similar sounds on her end, though for slightly different reasons. ] And I can't do both because I'm fingering myself with one hand. I know you told me to focus on my clit earlier but I needed to feel something inside of me. But I've got my breasts pressed together now, imagining what it would feel like to have your cock there. I've never done that before.
[ Which is probably not surprising considering her limited experience before coming here. Before Bellamy. ]
I've been waiting to say you want me to. [ He's glad she sounds up for the messy idea since he'd only do it if she let him. She probably guessed early on how attractive he found the runes on her body, even more so when he discovered what power they had. ] I love touching your runes, kissing them, tracing them with my tongue - but there's something about marking them with my come...
[ He hisses in a breath, like he was so close to coming just then from thinking about the glistening mess he'd make on her chest. ]
You'd be a natural at it like everything you've tried for the first time with me... You'd have to get my cock wet first. [ He imagines she'd know exactly how to do that. ] Then there's one thing I want you to remember to do for me... Open your mouth, so every time my cock glides between your breasts, the tip of my cock touches your tongue. Will you do that for me? Will you remember?
[ Of course she will - it's Clary. She always remembers everything he says. ]
[ Clary knows what that hiss of breath means and it, as much as his words, makes her body ache for him. She lets out a sound in response, part moan and part whine from the back of her throat. ] I can't think of anything I wouldn't want you to do to me.
God— [ It's her turn to suck in a sharp breath, surprised by how much the thought turns her on considering the position would mostly be for Bellamy's pleasure (though she has no doubt he'd more than make it up to her after). But maybe that's why it turns her on so much, just like knowing how much he wants her does. ] Yeah. Yes, I'll remember. I can't wait to taste you as I squeeze my breasts around you. I want your hands on me, too, though. Do you think you could finger me at the same time? Tease me in time with the thrusts of your hips? [ The last part of that comes out a little strangled, her question ending in a gasping moan. ]
I'm so close, Bellamy. Make me come for you. [ Nevermind that he hasn't had a chance to answer her questions. ] Please.
[ He knows the fantasy he's describing focuses on his pleasure more than it does hers, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his gratitude in a way that would make it totally worth her while. And seeing how much he'd be turned on by it - he imagines Clary would love that, knowing the power she has over him. Her first time doing it and he'd be wrecked because it's her, all because of feelings that go deeper than attraction. ]
You'd get my fingers too, I promise. Anything for my girl...
[ His girl? Shit, where did that come from? Horny rambling, that's all that was...
Hearing her sound so close just brings him closer to the edge, especially when she says the magic word. ] Don't clean yourself up before I come over. I wanna see the evidence, run my fingers through it, taste you...
I always like making you come first but fuck, Clary, I can't hold on. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so damn hard thinking about you, I–
[ No more words, just the slick sounds of his hand she might be able to hear over a long, drawn-out moan. ]
[ My girl. Even with her arousal-fogged brain, her focus so completely on how close she is, those words still register, and while it would be easy to brush aside as a slip of the tongue or even just a playful thing, like her calling him a sex guru, she finds herself hoping it's more than that. She likes the idea so much, in fact, that it's enough to push her over the edge.
Bellamy may not realize it, though, as he continues speaking (and the rest of what he says, not to mention the sound of his moan, is just as good) and she's unable to form words at all. Even her own moan is disjointed, more of a gasping whine than anything as she tries to prolong her orgasm she knows he can.
Unfortunately she's never been capable of doing that, the sensisitiviy of her body too much to draw it out, so it's only moments later that she collpases against her bed and all he can hear for a while is her labored breathing and quiet, staifised hums.
Then, after she's managed to mostly catch her breath again: ] Your girl, huh? [ Her smile is obvious in her tone and maybe she shouldn't draw attention to it, maybe it was just him rambling, but she likes the sound of it. ]
[ There's a lot of breathing on Bellamy's end too, smiling to himself, her face as clear as day in his head as to what she looks like post-orgasm (because he's seen her in that state so many times now). Then she repeats back what he blurted out and she obviously can't see him - thank god it's not a video call - but he's actually blushing (just a little) right now. ]
Did I say that? I don't remember...
[ Of course he remembers. He's just embarrassed by how much 'my girl' sounds the total opposite of playing it cool, which is what he's been trying to do with her (and failing). ]
That wasn't me trying to stake my claim on you or anything. [ Hopefully she didn't read it that way. Nobody belongs to anyone here. It's not the place to settle down with someone. They'll be gone from this place any day now... ] I know you're not my anything.
[ It's not the place to settle down and she knows that, yet she's also painfully aware of how much Bellamy's come to mean to her, how much the thought of either of them leaving — for the day after they've spent the night together or from the island completely — brings her genuine pain. Pain that conflicts with her need to get home and save her mom, but pain nonetheless.
There's a moment or two of silence as she weighs how she wants to respond to that, eventually broken up by the sound of her shifting and settling at the head of her bed, back pressed to the wall behind her. ]
I don't mind, Bellamy. [ Him calling her that, him staking a claim on her... Any of it. ] I just thought it was cute. [ It was far more than just cute considering how it made her feel, but even if she can't see him, it's pretty clear he's backpedaling. Which admittedly hurts a little, that he won't just own it, but she can deal. ]
[ Something in her voice makes him feel like he said the wrong thing, even though he thought he was doing right by her saying she didn't belong to him. He can feel the high from his climax fading quickly at the thought of disappointing her somehow.
'My girl' came from somewhere. A part of him must want it - to keep calling her that - but the rest of him feels like it would be a bad idea. It'd be the start of going down a path he can't see ending without them both getting hurt...
(As if it doesn't hurt already, knowing his days are probably numbered with this girl who brings out the happiest version of himself.) ]
I probably shouldn't call you that again, though. [ Shouldn't, not I don't want to. ] Even if we're both comfortable with it. [ He swallows awkwardly. Did he ruin the mood? It definitely feels like he did. ]
[ Clary notices that he specifies what he should do, not what he wants to do, and a part of her wants to call attention to it. But considering the sudden awkwardness between them is from her repeating his words, she's not sure she wants to push her luck. Besides, she shouldn't want Bellamy to call her that, not here, not when they could be sent home tomorrow.
(Yet now that she's heard it, now that she knows how good it sounds and feels to have him call her that, she finds it's incredibly difficult to side with the logical side of her brain.) ]
I thought you already settled on a nickname for me, anyway. [ 'Angel' definitely isn't even in the same wheelhouse as 'my girl,' she just feels like she needs to give them an out for this conversation. Maybe if she wasn't naked and they hadn't just had phone sex she'd be less willing to just drop it — she's never been one to shy away from a hard conversation — but she's not really up for it right now. ] One's plenty. Any more than that and I might get a big head.
[ She really does try to keep her tone light and playful but her heart's not really in it. ]
Anyway, I should probably let you go get cleaned up. [ Not get cleaned up herself; disappointed as she is, she still remembers his request and wants him to come over later.
But maybe Bellamy doesn't want to swing by anymore. Maybe things are too awkward now. So, after a pause: ] I'll see you tonight?
[ He might be a little nervous about her response in case she doesn't bounce back from it. Fortunately she does with a joke and he wishes he could see her right now to read her face.
At least she still wants him to come over. It gives him hope he hasn't screwed up as much as he thought. ]
If that's okay? [ He's giving her the option to change her mind, but despite the awkwardness, he still wants to see her. He's almost certain not seeing her until tomorrow would just create tension. The sooner he sees her, the easier it'll be to move on from it. ]
Before I go, in case I forget to say it later... that was my first time doing that. And you made it pretty damn memorable. [ He's not going to thank her because that would be weird, but he does sound appreciative. ] And I could say a lot more to make your face match your hair, but I'll save you the embarrassment.
Yeah, of course it's okay. [ Maybe it shouldn't be, maybe she should want space, but despite the part of her that's still smarting from his 180, she wants to see him. Which either says a lot about her stubbornness not to let this get worse or exactly how much she cares about Bellamy.
In spite of everything, knowing this was his first time makes her smile, pleased that she's able to offer it because he's been so many firsts for her here. The second part gets a laugh from her (though it's not quite as light and jovial as usual, even in the wake of an orgasm). ] I appreciate that. And I hope it was memorable in a good way; it would really suck for your introduction to sexting and phone sex to be bad.
[ Although with the sudden shift after they both finished, Clary's suspecting it might not all be good. ]
[ It wouldn't have been that big of a deal to Bellamy if it had been bad (though he can't see himself describing any experience with Clary that way). He wouldn't have held her personally responsible. Sometimes things work when it comes to sex, sometimes they don't. You can always try it again, or not. It's not the end of the world if it doesn't go to plan (he knows the end of the world and a bad sex experience isn't it). ]
There's only one way I can imagine myself using the word 'bad' in a sentence about you and it's mostly related to dirty talk. [ He opts for a response he's most comfortable with to keep the mood light. In a softer tone: ] You did good, Clary. You always do...
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You could come all over the runes on my chest then, make a mess and then go down on me before we get in the shower. [ One fantastic thing about the bracelets is that Clary can have both hands busy without getting a kink in her neck from holding a phone to her ear with a shoulder. It also means that in a moment of silence on her end, between a couple gasps of pleasure, he can hear similar sounds on her end, though for slightly different reasons. ] And I can't do both because I'm fingering myself with one hand. I know you told me to focus on my clit earlier but I needed to feel something inside of me. But I've got my breasts pressed together now, imagining what it would feel like to have your cock there. I've never done that before.
[ Which is probably not surprising considering her limited experience before coming here. Before Bellamy. ]
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[ He hisses in a breath, like he was so close to coming just then from thinking about the glistening mess he'd make on her chest. ]
You'd be a natural at it like everything you've tried for the first time with me... You'd have to get my cock wet first. [ He imagines she'd know exactly how to do that. ] Then there's one thing I want you to remember to do for me... Open your mouth, so every time my cock glides between your breasts, the tip of my cock touches your tongue. Will you do that for me? Will you remember?
[ Of course she will - it's Clary. She always remembers everything he says. ]
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God— [ It's her turn to suck in a sharp breath, surprised by how much the thought turns her on considering the position would mostly be for Bellamy's pleasure (though she has no doubt he'd more than make it up to her after). But maybe that's why it turns her on so much, just like knowing how much he wants her does. ] Yeah. Yes, I'll remember. I can't wait to taste you as I squeeze my breasts around you. I want your hands on me, too, though. Do you think you could finger me at the same time? Tease me in time with the thrusts of your hips? [ The last part of that comes out a little strangled, her question ending in a gasping moan. ]
I'm so close, Bellamy. Make me come for you. [ Nevermind that he hasn't had a chance to answer her questions. ] Please.
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You'd get my fingers too, I promise. Anything for my girl...
[ His girl? Shit, where did that come from? Horny rambling, that's all that was...
Hearing her sound so close just brings him closer to the edge, especially when she says the magic word. ] Don't clean yourself up before I come over. I wanna see the evidence, run my fingers through it, taste you...
I always like making you come first but fuck, Clary, I can't hold on. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so damn hard thinking about you, I–
[ No more words, just the slick sounds of his hand she might be able to hear over a long, drawn-out moan. ]
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Bellamy may not realize it, though, as he continues speaking (and the rest of what he says, not to mention the sound of his moan, is just as good) and she's unable to form words at all. Even her own moan is disjointed, more of a gasping whine than anything as she tries to prolong her orgasm she knows he can.
Unfortunately she's never been capable of doing that, the sensisitiviy of her body too much to draw it out, so it's only moments later that she collpases against her bed and all he can hear for a while is her labored breathing and quiet, staifised hums.
Then, after she's managed to mostly catch her breath again: ] Your girl, huh? [ Her smile is obvious in her tone and maybe she shouldn't draw attention to it, maybe it was just him rambling, but she likes the sound of it. ]
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Did I say that? I don't remember...
[ Of course he remembers. He's just embarrassed by how much 'my girl' sounds the total opposite of playing it cool, which is what he's been trying to do with her (and failing). ]
That wasn't me trying to stake my claim on you or anything. [ Hopefully she didn't read it that way. Nobody belongs to anyone here. It's not the place to settle down with someone. They'll be gone from this place any day now... ] I know you're not my anything.
[ Apart from the obvious - his friend.]
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There's a moment or two of silence as she weighs how she wants to respond to that, eventually broken up by the sound of her shifting and settling at the head of her bed, back pressed to the wall behind her. ]
I don't mind, Bellamy. [ Him calling her that, him staking a claim on her... Any of it. ] I just thought it was cute. [ It was far more than just cute considering how it made her feel, but even if she can't see him, it's pretty clear he's backpedaling. Which admittedly hurts a little, that he won't just own it, but she can deal. ]
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'My girl' came from somewhere. A part of him must want it - to keep calling her that - but the rest of him feels like it would be a bad idea. It'd be the start of going down a path he can't see ending without them both getting hurt...
(As if it doesn't hurt already, knowing his days are probably numbered with this girl who brings out the happiest version of himself.) ]
I probably shouldn't call you that again, though. [ Shouldn't, not I don't want to. ] Even if we're both comfortable with it. [ He swallows awkwardly. Did he ruin the mood? It definitely feels like he did. ]
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(Yet now that she's heard it, now that she knows how good it sounds and feels to have him call her that, she finds it's incredibly difficult to side with the logical side of her brain.) ]
I thought you already settled on a nickname for me, anyway. [ 'Angel' definitely isn't even in the same wheelhouse as 'my girl,' she just feels like she needs to give them an out for this conversation. Maybe if she wasn't naked and they hadn't just had phone sex she'd be less willing to just drop it — she's never been one to shy away from a hard conversation — but she's not really up for it right now. ] One's plenty. Any more than that and I might get a big head.
[ She really does try to keep her tone light and playful but her heart's not really in it. ]
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But maybe Bellamy doesn't want to swing by anymore. Maybe things are too awkward now. So, after a pause: ] I'll see you tonight?
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At least she still wants him to come over. It gives him hope he hasn't screwed up as much as he thought. ]
If that's okay? [ He's giving her the option to change her mind, but despite the awkwardness, he still wants to see her. He's almost certain not seeing her until tomorrow would just create tension. The sooner he sees her, the easier it'll be to move on from it. ]
Before I go, in case I forget to say it later... that was my first time doing that. And you made it pretty damn memorable. [ He's not going to thank her because that would be weird, but he does sound appreciative. ] And I could say a lot more to make your face match your hair, but I'll save you the embarrassment.
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In spite of everything, knowing this was his first time makes her smile, pleased that she's able to offer it because he's been so many firsts for her here. The second part gets a laugh from her (though it's not quite as light and jovial as usual, even in the wake of an orgasm). ] I appreciate that. And I hope it was memorable in a good way; it would really suck for your introduction to sexting and phone sex to be bad.
[ Although with the sudden shift after they both finished, Clary's suspecting it might not all be good. ]
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There's only one way I can imagine myself using the word 'bad' in a sentence about you and it's mostly related to dirty talk. [ He opts for a response he's most comfortable with to keep the mood light. In a softer tone: ] You did good, Clary. You always do...
See you soon.