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“Later?” Clarke grumbles blearily, half-asleep and stretching out unhelpfully as Bellamy stuffs a half-rolled scrap of repurposed bedding beneath the cradle of her pelvis.
The rough hand that abruptly cups the thin slice of underwear between her warm thighs make Clarke flinch a little, sleep-sweetened edges of awareness lending an extra dosing of pleasant frisson lapping down the length of her spine.
“Can't wait that long,” Bellamy complains, warm and calloused fingers tracing the soft outline of Clarke’s slit through the unremarkable fabric of her Ark-issued underwear. Pushy movements rolling the puffy lips of cunt with a practiced familiarity, a surprisingly patient motion meant only to get the blood pumping, enticing the soft wetness at the silken heart of her to blossom. Despite the ravenous tremble it ignites somewhere low and tender in the shaded reaches of Clarke’s being, the repetitive motion is almost enough to lull her back into a half-sleep of sorts.
“Need it now, baby. Please.”
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canonverse somnophilia au | fic song