Bellamy looked down at her clothes and when she lookedback up, there was a slow smirk pulling at the edges of her lips. Any relief Vesper might have garnered from the thought that Bellamy was done pouting was immediately squashed by that teasing glint in her eyes.
Fuck.Vesper didn’t know how much more she could take. That near see-through crop top with the red lace bra underneath and shitty little mini-skirt combined with Bellamy’s expression were going to be the death of her.
“You like it?” Bellamy asked innocently. She plucked at the frayed bottom of her skirt.
“Doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” Vesper grumbled. “You know we meet the client today, right?”
Bellamy shrugged. “Maybe they’ll double our pay.” She looked Vesper up and down, noted the t-shirt and cotton boxers Vesper hadn’t bothered changing out of yet. “You should put more effort in.”
Vesper glared at her. She ground her teeth until her jaw hurt. Just like that, they were back on stable footing. This was a Bellamy Vesper could handle. “Fuck off.”
Bellamy’s eyes flashed dangerously and she sauntered over to Vesper.
“Bel…” Vesper warned, but she was ignored entirely as Bellamy kicked her feet apart and sat on her lap.
Bellamy bent over and pulled Vesper’s bag in front of them and started riffling through it. Vesper was too shocked to stop any of it. The fucking power Bellamy had always made her freeze. She tried to tell herself it was just curiosity, nothing would happen, but Vesper couldn’t deny the shifting weight of Bellamy’s almost bare ass on her crotch had her in a fucking chokehold.
She kept her hands clenched into fists at her side, because Vesper knew if she touched Bel, then she’d be powerless to stop the events that played on a loop in her head.
The thoughts were overwhelming. How soft Bellamy’s throat would feel under Vesper’s sturdy grip. How easy it would be to pull Bellamy flush against her and force her legs apart.How soaked Vesper’s fingers would get from pounding into Bellamy’s cunt. She would be dripping on the bench. How Bellamy’s head would feel tipped back on Vesper’s shoulder, her low moans turning into pleas, filling Vesper’s ears.
When Bellamy finally found whatever she’d been digging for, she leaned back and pressed into Vesper. She envied Bellamy’s ability to be entirely unaffected by their proximity, by their touches the previous day. Hated her for it. This only further proved that it was all a fucking game to her.
“Are you finished going through my shit?” Vesper asked through clenched teeth. Bellamy wriggled, melding their bodies together, pushing them as close as possible. She let out a contented sigh that did absolutely nothing to stave off the depraved thoughts plaguing Vesper.
Instead of answering, Bellamy grabbed one of Vesper’s hands and placed it on her thigh, holding it in place with a vice-like grip. Then, a wrapper crinkled, and all the impure thoughts Vesper had been entertaining vanished. Thank fuck Bellamy still knew how to ruin everything.
“Are you eating my fucking fruit bar?” she snapped, peering around Bellamy and yanking the food away with her free hand and tossing it back into her bag. “Get off me!” Vesper tried to shove Bellamy off with one hand, unable to free her other hand.
Bellamy planted her feet, refusing to move. She grabbed Vesper’s free hand and pulled her arms around her. Vesper struggled against her in vain, but thanks to their angle, Bellamy had a shocking advantage. Vesper sometimes forgot how strong she really was, almost as strong as herself—a necessity of their job.
“You hate the fruit bars,” Vesper complained. She tried to keep the whine out of her voice but failed. She could’ve sworn Bellamy laughed.
“Maybe because you always get me the shitty flavor,” Bellamy argued. “Passionfruit is way better than blueberry.”
“I know,” Vesper laughed. She turned to bite Bellamy’s neck. Bellamy hissed and tightened her grip until Vesper bit harder,enough that she knew a bruise would bloom soon. The second Bellamy released her hold, Vesper shoved her off her lap. “Eat your own damn food, Bel. And put on something more practical,” she snapped as she eyed Bel’s outfit one last time.
“More practical like this?” Bellamy asked with a pout. She held up one of Vesper’s shirts and Vesper rolled her eyes.
“Give it back.”
“No, I like it,” Bellamy said primly. She swiftly pulled her crop top over her head and exchanged it for Vesper’s black v-neck.
It wasn’t anything special, standard assignment attire. Bel had an almost identical one in her own bag, just a size smaller. But it irked Vesper that she had taken it to begin with, as if Bellamy had any right to Vesper’s clothes.
“Do you need me to change into pants too?” she asked innocently, fiddling with the waistband of her skirt.
“Just dress like we’re on a fucking assignment.”
“We don’t even get there till later,” Bellamy whined. “I can at least be comfortable while we’re traveling.”
“I don’t see how that is comfortable,” Vesper grumbled, gesturing to the ensemble.
“You should try it. You’d look hot,” Bellamy claimed confidently. She tossed the crop top at Vesper who rolled her eyes.
“No.”
“No fun,” Bellamy pouted, flopping down on the bench with a dramatic sigh.
