It was laughable that Bel thought she needed rest. Sure, Vesper felt like shit, she’d fucking died—apparently—but she was also overloaded. Her entire body pricked with Energy. It sparked through her veins and pricked like tiny needles on the underside of her skin, begging to be released.
She was too hyped up. She needed to work off this Energy. A shiver wracked her body, and a brief look of concern crossed over Bellamy’s features as she reached for the blanket Vesper had kicked off as soon as she woke. Vesper wasn’t cold. She was fucking sweating.
“I don’t need a blanket, Bel,” Vesper said, shivering again and shoving the blanket away. “I need to work off this Energy.”
Bellamy huffed indignantly, putting her hands on her hips and half-heartedly glaring at Vesper, who gave her a heated look. She loved the flush it brought to Bel’s cheeks—which was fully prominent with her dark curls pulled into a tight ponytail. The bags under Bellamy’s eyes were heavy, and Vesper felt a twinge of guilt for not wanting to rest.
If it wasn’t for the hungry look glinting in Bellamy’s eyes, Vesper might have changed course. But, then again, Bel waswearing one of those shitty little miniskirts that drove her fucking crazy.
“You need to rest,” Bellamy repeated, her voice wavering and giving away her unsteady resolve. Vesper reached out and grabbed Bellamy’s hand, tugging her closer.
“Then you do all the work,” she whispered, darting a glance down to Bellamy’s lips before returning to her eyes. Bellamy inhaled sharply when Vesper let some of her magic seep out, prickling where she’d wrapped her hand around Bel’s wrist.
“What if the healers come back?” Bellamy looked over her shoulder at the closed door.
“You think I give a fuck about that?” Vesper teased, lips tilting up into a smile. She released Bellamy’s wrist and trailed a finger up her arm, leaving sparks in her wake. Bel’s breathing was already ragged. Her eyelashes fluttered and she shivered against the sensation of Vesper’s magic. “Bellamy,” Vesper ordered softly, fisting the bottom edge of that tempting crop top and pulling Bel closer. “Get on the fucking bed."
Bellamy swallowed, eyes wide. She was clearly all out of arguments as she gingerly climbed on top of Vesper, hovering like she thought Vesper would break. Bellamy glanced briefly at the Dampened arm, tied to the fucking bed and useless, and she smirked.
Vesper narrowed her eyes. “Bel,” she warned, drawing out Bellamy’s name and keeping her voice low, dangerous, a tone Bellamy would usually listen to. Apparently not today. Bellamy grabbed Vesper’s good hand, twining their fingers together innocently before she slammed it up above Vesper’s head against the soft pillow.
“You said I had to do all the work,” Bellamy pouted, cutting off any arguments from Vesper with a heated kiss that had a low whine sneaking up Vesper’s throat.
Bellamy pressed their bodies together, straddling one of Vesper’s legs. She hitched Vesper’s hospital gown up just a little and situated herself to grind against Vesper’s thigh. She could feelhow ready Bellamy was for this even through her thin underwear, the wetness seeping into the fabric.
“Take off your underwear,” Vesper ordered, turning her head to the side to break their kiss. Bellamy ignored her, instead kissing Vesper's neck. “Don’t be a brat,” Vesper gasped out when Bellamy sucked on a tender spot.
Bellamy’s laugh vibrated over her skin. “You gonna punish me?” she asked innocently, knowing full fucking well Vesper couldn’t do shit while still tied to this damn bed. Vesper let her magic shoot out of one finger, shocking Bellamy, who yelped and sat back, releasing her hold.
Vesper smirked at the look on Bellamy’s face, equal parts betrayal and arousal. Then, she wiggled her hand between them, in between Bellamy’s thighs, and let a little spark of magic shock her clit.
“Fuck,” Bellamy moaned, falling on top of Vesper, who shoved that fucking thong aside and swiped her finger over Bel’s opening, holding the magic in until she got back up to her clit again. Bellamy moaned loudly in Vesper’s ear, her fists clenched the pillow. She bit Vesper’s shoulder, hips jerking each time Vesper let a little shock of magic out.
They’d never brought their magic into the bedroom, but given Bellamy’s jerky reactions and gasping breaths, Vesper knew this wouldn’t be the last time she did. The needle-like sensation under her skin pricked more fervently against her hand, and she took a deep breath, focusing on the feeling and slowly letting more magic seep out along her palm.
She flattened her hand against Bellamy’s center, working one finger inside while grinding her palm against Bel’s clit as best as she could. Bellamy’s breaths were shallow. Gasping and moaning, her hips moved quicker. Her core clenched and her legs shook.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” she panted. “It feels like your, ahh—like your whole hand—” She cut herself off with a loud moan. “You whole hand is a powerful fucking vibrator.”
Interesting. Vesper was absolutely going to do this again.Bellamy’s whole body shook with pleasure now. She was so close. Her arousal dripped onto Vesper’s palm, slicking her hand so Bel had a hard time finding purchase.
“Seriously?” an irritated voice interrupted. Vesper hadn’t even heard the door open. Bellamy jumped and Vesper reluctantly pulled her hand away, letting Bel catch her breath and drag the cover over them—as if that would do anything.
Bellamy’s face was flushed, her eyes were wide, and her chest heaved as she caught her breath, shifting uncomfortably to relieve the built up pressure in her core.
“She’ssupposedto be resting,” Mazz snapped as Bellamy finally slid off the bed, leaving Vesper jittery, her magic even more furious at the tease of being released. Sparks danced along Vesper’s arms, unable to be contained.
“Itriedto tell her,” Bellamy replied, rolling her eyes. “What are you even doing here?” Bellamy’s voice had surprisingly less vitriol than Vesper would have expected, especially towards Mazz. She looked in between them, trying to read their new energy.
“Checking on V. Heard she was awake.”
Vesper frowned. “How’d you hear that? I haven’t seen a healer in here yet.”
Mazz tried—and failed—to hold back an entertained smile when she said, “There’s an observation window in all patients' rooms. A healer alerted me when you woke up. I got here as soon as I could.” She nodded to the apparently false window on one side of the room displaying a sunny mid-morning day.
Vesper’s face heated. She glanced over to Bellamy, who was bright red and staring down at the floor, her hands clasped behind her back like a scolded child.
“We just give patients the illusion of privacy,” Mazz explained needlessly as she waved her hand and the window shimmered white until it revealed an empty hallway. “Should’ve known you’d abuse it immediately.”
