I Like The Way You Look In The Morning
Title: I Like The Way You Look In The Morning
Characters: Chuck/Serena
Rating/Word Count: PG-13/860
One-Line Excerpt: He's got permanent bedroom voice. It's very distracting.
She knows this game. He likes to play it and she hates it. Part of her thinks he just wakes her up with breakfast so she can watch him leave, even though he knows how much she hates to do it. And yes, she generally likes it after, eating pancakes or Belgian waffles, sometimes potatoes and bacon or whatever he's had cooked for her on any given day. That doesn't make up for the fact that she hates being woken up for no reason.
"Sweetheart," he murmurs quietly. He's got permanent bedroom voice. It's very distracting. "Wake up."
"I hate you."
"That's not true," he tells her. It's teasing and mostly-amused, and she hates that he enjoys this so much. "I have oatmeal and fresh berries."
"I like sleep. I'm not hungry," she whines, turning on her side and pulling the covers up further.
"I'm not leaving until I get a proper goodbye. You know this, S."
"Goodbye," she snaps.
He sets his hand on her hip, presses his lips to her cheek and lingers there long enough that she can smell his cologne and wish he could stay. He's really very cruel. "Serena."
"What?"
"Aren't you going to have a conversation with me before I leave?" he asks.
She lets out a huff and rolls onto her back again, sees him sitting there smirking smugly and pushes herself up onto one elbow. He leers at her chest in her top, which doesn't surprise her in the slightest, and combs his fingers through her hair. That's an improvement from his usual tactic, which is to just tell her how ridiculous she looks. He's told her he likes her in the mornings, but she knows her hair is always a little out of control.
"That tie makes you look like you're going to St. Jude's," she notes. She's not trying to be a bitch, it's just happening. It's not her fault. It's his, somehow.
"I'm waxing nostalgic," he says, rolling his eyes. He arches a brow and looks her body over once more. "You don't happen to have one of your old skirts laying around somewhere, do you?"
Actually, she does. She's not going to tell him that. Not right now.
"You'll be late if you stay here to bother me," she tells him. She lays back against the pillows, kind of sinks back because she fully intends to go back to sleep as soon as he's gone.
"I'm not trying to bother you." His smirk is giving him away, even if she didn't know him well enough to know his tricks.
"Yes, you are," she says. She almost laughs when he leans over to kiss her forehead. "Do you have a meeting?"
"No."
She bats her lashes and touches his leg, drags her knuckle along the seam of his pants at his thigh. "Stay?"
He shakes his head. They go through some variation of this most mornings. "I can't. You know that." She pouts a little, watches as he takes a blueberry off the top of the bowl on the tray. He holds it out and she opens her mouth. It's cold on her tongue and she closes her mouth around it, chewing carefully as he watches her. "I wish I could. This is a promising start."
"To what?"
"Anything." She giggles quietly. "Me feeding you, you wearing next to nothing," he lists off. She laughs a bit and sinks back into the mattress. "And you're already in bed."
She reaches out and grabs his tie to pull him closer. "Text me on your way home and we can pick up where we leave off," she promises. He groans and she kisses him, lets go of his tie and smoothes it out. She wrinkles her nose and looks up at him. "Change your tie."
"Really?" he asks. He stands and looks in the mirror, straightens it out. "It's not so bad."
"Trust me," she insists.
She watches as he walks to their closet, grabs a tie without much thought at all. It's dark green and doesn't go with the yellow shirt at all, really, but he's Chuck Bass, so he makes it work.
"Better?" he asks as he finishes the knot. She nods and he pulls his jacket on over his shoulders, buttons the middle button and walks back over to the bed. He leans down, kisses her lips, then her cheek, and pulls the covers up to her shoulders again. "I'll see you tonight."
"Bye," she murmurs.
He winks at her and leaves the room. She waits until she knows he's left the apartment before she sits up again and reaches for another blueberry and thinks she'll head over to her mom's place today and rummage through her old things for one of those skirts.
After breakfast.