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[...] She moved back down to the bottom of the bed and perched on the corner. She popped the cap of the bottle and poured some oil onto her hands. She placed the bottle within reach and then rubbed her hands together, warming the oil. She gently picked up Bellamy’s left foot and with broad strokes, spread the oil over the skin of his foot. Then balancing Bellamy’s foot on his fingers, Clarke used her thumbs to press into the underside of Bellamy’s foot, kneading the soft arch with a rhythmic press and slide, alternating between the thumbs of each hand.
Bellamy signed. “As good as that feels Princess, you do know that’s not my shoulder, right? I mean, between medical school and art anatomy class and all the self-studying we’ve done together over the years, I’d have thought you’d have picked up a thing or two along the way.”
“Are you actually sassing me right now?” Clarke quirked a smile.
“Umhuh,” Bellamy hummed.
“Bellamy,” Clarke said soothingly. “I’m going to help you relax. I’m in control. You literally only have one job right now: just lie there and take it.” [...]
Or: Bellamy is stressed, so Clarke gives him an erotic, full body massage.
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- Part 2 of A collection of Bellarke smut fics