Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Vesper
“Wanna fight?” Bellamy asked suddenly. Her voice broke the comfortable silence surrounding them and startled Vesper out of the section she’d been reading about interior trolley enlargement magic, a technical branch of Design—anyway, it had been fascinating.
“What?”
“It’s been half a day and we’ve barely moved. We’re stuck in this trolley for another full day. We need to do something.”
Vesper considered for a minute. Fighting usually did not lead anywhere good for them. “Could stretch instead,” she offered. After Bel’s mood this morning, Vesper wasn’t sure if she wanted to touch her at all.
“I wanna fight.”
Vesper laughed. “You’re still upset about the fruit bars.” Bellamy had discovered those about an hour ago. Vesper was thankful she’d calmed down from her tantrum that morning because all she’d done was launched the bar at Vesper’s head and called her a cunt.
“Are we gonna fight or not?” Bellamy snapped. Vesper tried not to smile. She was definitely still sore about the fruit bars then. Vesper straightened up and cracked her neck—she was stiff from sitting for so long anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?
“Yeah, let’s go.”
For the first time since they’d boarded their trolley, Bellamy smiled. Vesper immediately regretted her agreement. This was a genuine, predatory smile, like Vesper was her prey and had just fallen right into her fucking trap.
Vesper was hesitant at first—it had been a while since they’d sparred together—but when they squared up and got in position, everything fell right back into place. Almost like they’d never fallen out, like nothing had changed between them.
Then, Bellamy sucker punched Vesper in the face, and she remembered that Bellamy was still a bitch who’d ruined their lives with no remorse.
The tangy, rich iron filled her mouth, and she wiped her face on her shirt.
Bellamy, at least, had the decency to look vaguely apologetic, grimacing and waiting for Vesper to react.
“Fuck you,” Vesper spat and lunged, taking Bellamy by surprise and knocking her over.
They rolled around on the ground for a minute, scrambling and hair pulling like they were back in training and not highly-skilled assassins.
Vesper pinned Bellamy as she struggled against her, until Bellamy suddenly released her grip on Vesper’s arms, a pained expression crossing her face.
“Ow, fuckfuckfuck stop. Stop!” Bellamy tried to grab her leg, wincing.
She squirmed until Vesper shifted off and sat back.
She watched Bellamy attempt to massage the back of her thigh.
Her hair was unruly and unkempt, and a small bruise was forming above her left eye.
Her winged eyeliner was slightly smudged at the edges, and several bright red prints from fingertips bloomed on her arms and shoulders.
Vesper wasn’t sure she was faring much better herself. It was possible they both had a little more pent up anger than she’d realized. She ran a hand through her hair and washed up in the little bathroom, wiping the blood off her face and assessing herself in the mirror for visible bruises.
Bellamy was still on the floor when Vesper came back out and rolled her eyes. “Stop being such a baby.”
Bellamy glared at her. “You’d still be down, too, if you had this cramp. Help me stretch it out.”
“Please?”
“Please,” Bellamy whined, laying flat on her back and sticking the offending leg in the air.
Vesper sighed and knelt in front of her, pushing the leg back toward Bellamy’s body until Bel hissed in discomfort.
Staring at the blank wall in front of her, Vesper refused to look at Bellamy.
She tried not to think of how soft Bellamy’s skin was under her rough hands.
“Might not get cramps if you didn’t hate the fruit bars so much,” Vesper said, pushing her leg a tiny bit further down.
“Fuck you,” Bellamy gritted out, her jaw clenched like she might actually be in pain.
Vesper didn’t believe it for a second. Still, she couldn’t help but look down.
Her smirk immediately fell. Bellamy’s hands were balled up, she was grimacing, and her eyes were squeezed shut, but that wasn’t what made Vesper falter.
Bellamy’s skirt had ridden up, and Vesper’s knee was only inches away from her now exposed underwear.
She swallowed and snapped her gaze back to the wall, feeling much less goading.
Leaning further into Bellamy’s leg, Vesper tried to get away from the horrible thoughts invading her brain.
The ones that reminded her that she knew exactly how flexible Bellamy was.
The ones that told her if she hadn’t made that stupid bet, they’d be doing something very different right now.
“Really phoning it in there, Bel,” Vesper murmured when Bellamy whimpered.
“Am not. Fuckin’ hurts.”
Vesper pushed her leg further and Bellamy graced her with another pained whimper. Everything was suddenly too hot. Bellamy’s little groans and whimpers were too much when that was all she could fucking hear inside this too-small compartment.
She leaned back and Bellamy whined again when the pressure let up. This one was a complaint rather than pain.
“Fine. Fucking brat,” Vesper grumbled under her breath, quiet enough she hoped Bellamy hadn’t heard. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She reluctantly moved her hands down Bellamy’s leg and rubbed her thigh, digging her fingers in.
“Ah, there,” Bellamy groaned, her body tensing when Vesper dug into the spot. “Mmm, yeah, that feels good.” Bellamy relaxed, and her head tipped back onto the floor, and she closed her eyes.
“I think you’re enjoying this too much,” Vesper said tightly. She heard the strain in her own voice, and Bellamy’s eyes shot open. They found Vesper’s immediately. A slow smirk spread across her face that told Vesper she’d heard it too.
Vesper leaned back on her heels, all but yanking her hands away, but it was too late. The damage was already done. Bellamy’s leg fell back onto Vesper’s shoulder.
“Don’t you dare stop that, Ves.”
Vesper raised an eyebrow. She made a show of crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re not in any position to make demands, Bel.”
Bellamy bit her lip and looked Vesper up and down slowly. “Speaking of positions…” Her voice was low and sultry and stirred unwanted desires in Vesper’s core. “Remember the last time you had me like this?”
Remember? It was all Vesper could fucking think about. Bellamy definitely lied about the cramp. This was what that smile had been about. This was her fucking plan the whole time.
Vesper shook her head, releasing a shaky breath. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Come on, Ves. You left me high and dry. You know you want this.” Bellamy slid her hand slowly down her body, watching as Vesper unwillingly tracked her movements, unable to look away.
When she reached her thong, Bellamy slowly pushed it to the side and spread herself open.
She revealed exactly how much she wanted Vesper to take her.
“Can you see how wet you’ve made me, just from this? You see why I didn’t want you to stop?”
Vesper barely suppressed a groan. She tore her gaze from Bellamy’s center, meeting her eyes. “If you want to come so bad, why don’t you do it yourself?” she hissed, pushing herself off the floor to sit back on the bench, away from temptation.
Bellamy, however, was not deterred. Vesper knew she wasn’t going to let this go until she got what she wanted. And each time she tried, Vesper worried it would chip away more of her resolve until Bellamy eventually won. Vesper just had to make sure Bellamy broke first.
Bellamy smirked. She wiped her finger through her wetness, letting out a soft moan. “Yes, ma’am,” she said in response, as if Vesper’s snark had been an order. She locked eyes with Vesper, swiping over her clit. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them open, watching the heat flood through Vesper.
Bellamy hit her clit with each swipe. There was no teasing, no torturous wait, she was getting straight to the point. Her breathing picked up in combination with her moans and Vesper fidgeted in her seat. Bellamy was a fucking brat, and Vesper hated how much she needed it.
“Fuck,” Bellamy whimpered, and her eyes finally screwed shut—she was close. It had taken almost no time at all, and she was going to take her orgasm at her own pace after Vesper had denied her the last one.
Vesper clenched her jaw tight and squeezed legs together. Bellamy’s fingers moved faster as she swiped over herself, her wetness growing and coating her fingers. It made Vesper’s mouth water. Her moaning pitched higher, more tempting. Fuck.
“Stop,” Vesper ordered. The word slipped out before she registered that it even passed through her brain. Bel froze, her eyes snapping open. Heat bloomed behind her gaze as she waited for the next order.
If Bellamy could play dirty, so would Vesper.
“Take them off.” She nodded at Bellamy’s clothes, and Bellamy’s eyes widened in surprise. Her chest rose and fell in anticipation. The seconds droned on. She was fucking testing Vesper’s limits, all of them.
“Now,” Vesper snapped. Bellamy scrambled off the floor. She swallowed hard and put on a show that Vesper did not ask for.
Bellamy yanked her thong down and stepped out of it, then she strode confidently over, stopping between Vesper’s spread legs, and turned around. Slowly, Bellamy bent over and pulled her skirt down. Vesper ached to spank her, to put her in her fucking place.
Bellamy tried to sit on her lap when she’d finished.
“Nope,” Vesper said before they touched.
Bellamy stilled. “On the floor, back how you were.” Bellamy’s breathing was shallow, and she watched Vesper as she slowly lowered to her knees on the hard trolley floor, then down to her back.
Vesper leaned forward, resting her elbows casually on her legs and clasped her hands tightly in front of her.