Coralie Evans-Kane and Bellamy Blake. Iconic.
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"We're going to make it today, alright? We're going to make it no matter what happens. We've made it this far," he takes her hand into his own. "Promise me that you won't give up."
"Bell-"
"Promise m...
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- 05 - - Instigators -
Coralie Evans-Kane hates her nude body.
She pulled on her undergarments prior to standing in the body-length mirror, analyzing her own self through her reflection. A frown etched onto her lips as she went over each scar and wound.
She could remember each and every injury that's taken a toll on her appearance, the healed skin still showing enough to know that they are very obvious scars.
"I win," the broad voice of her lover knifes her away from the degrading thoughts she'd brought upon herself. Her eyes stay solely dependent on the mirror as she darted them from her underwear-clad body to his underwear-clad body.
Coralie's eyebrows furrow. She didn't know what he was talking about.
Bellamy's warm hands placed themselves on her hips, leaning his head over her shoulder so he could place a kiss on the side of her head. His hands then embraced one another in front of her torso, softly reeling her against his chest.
"I beat you in the battle scar-count," he elaborates, a boyish grin on his lips. And he was right. His nearly nude body held three times the amount of wounds that she had.
Coralie found herself examining his body, taking note of every healed scar and feigning bruise on his tan skin.
"Hmm," she quietly hums.
"Y'know, more people find scars sexy than you'd think," he declares. "Explains why all of our friends are so attractive." She cracked a grin. "Explains why your beauty is naturally heightened." He places a kiss on her shoulder, followed up by a kiss on her neck.
"You're so corny when we're alone," she laughs, recoiling at the ticklish sensation brought by his lips against her neck.
He doesn't bother replying, turning her in his arms and lowering his head down to immediately catch her lips with his own. The two smile into the act of immense affection, their hands moving and clawing at the other's bare skin.
Bellamy walked back towards their bed, his arms trapping her against his body and maneuvering her to stride across the floor with him.
"Round three?" He heaved after briefly pulling away.
"It's-it's the morning-"
"It's early. Nobody's even awake," he assures her, his hands running up and down her sides. "That's if they've even got any sleep with how loud you were last nigh-"
