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Oh god it felt good... Bellamy Blake was a good kisser; he had the uncanny ability to be able to wipe away the slightest bit of tension with just the brush of his lips. This rather attractive talent followed through to his ability to fuck well too, yes it was a crude way of putting it but if she was completely honest there was no other way to put it. Raven and Bellamy were fuck buddies and had been ever since her relationship with Finn had gone tits up, and Bellamy had offered some solace in one night of passionate, no-strings attached sex. Despite the promise of it being merely a onetime thing inadvertently they hadn't kept to that rule, because in all honesty they were just too good together. The phrase 'together' however was not to be confused with the assumed status of a relationship that they certainly were not. Their friendship was something that was occupied by frequent teasing, sarcastic comments and occasional harmless tiffs over ridiculous topics. Physically they had struck a chord, and neither of them had the heart to let that go to waste, so overwhelmed by the symphony that their bodies entwined together they fully endorsed the concept of fuck buddies.
In the immediate aftermath of their coitus he lavished languid kisses along her neck, his lower lip gliding along the slight dips that embellished her elegant neck. The air held the distant gasps and moans that exuded a fulfilled satisfaction, the atmosphere seemingly heavy with a rich contentment. Bellamy finally managed to pull himself away from her, rolling over to occupy the side of the bed that was currently his, before he carded his fingers through his dark tousled curls. Raven too mirrored his action as she pushed away the wayward tendrils of her brunette locks with her fingers, allowing herself to release a deep sigh which sank her further into the sheets. God they were good, and glancing across at him the dazed expression that painted his features proved that he too thought the same. At that she raised her palm up to him, an offering to celebrate a bit of sex well done, one of which he adhered to as he high fived her. Both grinned with amusement with slight gasped chuckles indicating that the general consensus they were both massive dorks was one they shared. Ravens' rich luscious voice permeated the moment,
"So you coming out tomorrow night? Or are you going to use the lame excuse of 'I need to mark my student's papers'?" A snort came forth from Bellamy before he earnestly replied,
"That's not an excuse it's the truth!" Moving onto her side to address him, the sheets followed her long limbs twisting and tangling around them, their soft touch caressing her smooth bronzed skin as she tucked her hand underneath her chin,
"Well it's lame Blake, you somehow have friends who actually want to see you. I mean I don't understand it personally but you know each to their own." He rolled his eyes however he could not hide the two dimples that became at the corner of his lips, a clear show that he was in fact amused by her teasing jibe before he answered,
"Those people have great taste." At that minor victory he started to shuffle up from underneath the meagre amount of sheet that had been draped across him, his eyes seeked out his mobile which occupied the bedside cabinet. A huff of amusement released from Raven before she rolled back to her original post-coital position, before she replied,
"That I can't dispute... crap." The realisation that if she did she'd be saying that their choice to be friends with her was also a poor decision was something she wasn't willing to endorse. Bellamy again wore a slight smile that portrayed the victorious pleasure he felt at the dead end she'd walked herself into, as he glanced at the time on his phone. This observation soon dispelled the triumphant expression he wore, as he scrabbled from the bed grasping desperately for his clothes which were strewn liberally upon the floor. Simultaneously a number of curses fell eloquently from his lips,
"Shit, shit, shit... FUCK!" Raven herself had also sought out her mobile as she scrolled through her facebook feed, before she stated, without removing her gaze from the screen of her phone,
"Late again?" By now Bellamy had pulled on his boxers, had his trousers on and was about to do up his fly as he answered her in a flustered manner,
"Yep... dinner with O and Lincoln... ow shit!" In the flurry of urgency that he had launched into he'd stubbed his toe, although on the plus side he'd finally found his shirt and socks. It was no secret to anyone that Bellamy had a rather hard time coping with the fact his little sister was dating and now living with an older man. On Bellamy discovering the truth of the relationship Raven had found no cause to complain, because if she remembered rightly it had instigated a rather impressive night of fucking, one of which she had truly appreciated. With this shard of knowledge she quipped in sarcasm,
"Sounds fun." Despite the rapid speed he had been blundering around her room, this comment seemingly warranted enough time for him to pause and glare at her, before he pulled on his shoes and sped away. As he left he finally addressed her previous question,
"See you tomorrow night." With that he was gone, and that was a prime example of the well oiled machine of casual fuckery they had endorsed. No one else knew of their arrangement because heaven forbid they did a whole barrage of questions, enquiries and jokes would roll their way and in all honesty neither of them wanted that. But then if they looked ahead to what was to be, they probably would have conceded that they didn't want that either. Hindsight's a bitch like that.