#maramy

since the tag of a ship I love didnn´t have any fanfic, I made one myself, READ AND COMMENT

He was sorting supplies for the crates, because even he had to do chores sometimes, lost in the monotony of the task. The first touch sent him into fight mode, spinning even as the hand tried to turn him, but he found Mara there, not a Grounder or angry kid, though she’d felt no need to sugarcoat her opinions of him previously. “What--”

She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him down, her lips crashing into his as he stiffened in surprise. When she let go, he straightened, looking down at her, one brow lifted. “What was that about?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes at him. “You’ve been after me for weeks, don’t act like you don’t want this,” she replied, hands on her hips. 

“True,” he admitted, brushing any shame away with his easy tilt of the head. “But why today? What’s changed?”

“Don’t make this something it isn’t, Bellamy,” she retorted, shifting. “You know what, forget it, forget I--”

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm. 

The rains had softened the ground more than they had realized, and so despite their caution, there had been a mudslide. It wasn’t particularly large, but it caught the pair of them. Bellamy had managed to stay on steady ground, but Mara had slid down quite a ways, pride and wardrobe hurt but no serious physical damage. The footing, however, was too precarious for her to be able to make it up the hill on her own, which was why Bellamy was tying a rope off on a pine nearby.

“Grab on,” he called down to her as the other end of the rope flopped to the mud. She muttered something he couldn’t quite make out but rolled his eyes anyway. Together they started bringing her up the incline, her climbing as he pulled.

Maybe it was to help his grip, or maybe it was going too well and he got lax. Whatever the logic or lack thereof, when she slipped, the rope was wrapped around his forearm. Her cry of alarm was joined by a loud pop and a sharp curse from the top.

After some moments of sliding and scrambling to stand up, she looked up to find him, but the rope was the only thing she could see. “Bellamy?” she called, brows wrinkling.

“You okay?” came a somewhat strangled response.

“Yeah. The wall gave out under me,” she explained, pushing now muddy hair out of her face. “I’m ready to go again when you are,” she added after a pause.

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates | lol what are dates

Would my character…

“I would have to agree.”