Bellamy Blake: Its Too Hot, Hot Damn

"Jesus Fucking Christ." You mutter, slipping your tank top off and throwing it harshly to the floor of your tent. It was day three on the ground, and nobody had ever experienced discomfort to this level. The heat was damn near unbearable. Everyone had been groaning about it all day, lazing around and waiting for nightfall, only the night was just as humid and hot. Your tent seemed to trap all the heat inside, making everything worse.

"Fuck it." You say bitterly, grabbing your sleeping bag and storming outside. You zip up your tent and turn, meeting eyes with Bellamy Blake.

"Get too hot in there for you, Princess?" He asks sarcastically, a dry smirk on his face. You roll your eyes and push past him, tossing your sleeping bag on the ground.

"Something like that."

"Nah hey I get it," He says, raising his hands up in mock defense "I'm doing the same." You glace up to see his sleeping bag already laid out on the ground, only a few yards away from you. Without saying a word, you both, mostly naked, climb into your bags and try to fall asleep. Within the hour, almost everyone in the camp had joined you two outside, though you were too asleep to notice. The night went by smoothly after that, the heat began to die down and the sun began to rise. With the sun at full blast, you cringe and rustle awake. An odd weight lies on your hip, wrapped around your waist. You look down and see a very muscular, very tan, arm connected to a very tired Bellamy. When your eyes meet his face, they widen and you silently gasp. Begging him to not wake up, you gently pick up his arm and try to release yourself.

"Going somewhere, Princess?" His voice quietly speaks out, startling you.

"Um...Well...uh..." You stutter, completely unsure as to what to say. A cheeky smirk spreads across his face and his arm tightens around you, pulling you back down to the ground.

"What do we say we move this into my tent? A bed would be nice." His gruff morning voice whispers in your ear and you blush, stunned that the famous Bellamy Blake was inviting you into his tent. He takes your lack of protest as a green light, and sifts off you. He stands up and grabs your hand pulling you against his warm bare chest. He buries his face in your hair for a second and hums softly, a smile placed gently on his face. Without another word, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into the direction of his tent. Needless to say, it was the best sleep you both had had since you landed.