Schwartz Would Approve (Leighton/Ed)
Title: Schwartz Would Approve
Pairing: Leighton/Ed, Implied Leighton/Sebastian.
Author: it_was_enough
Rating: 15 & up, for language & a minor sexual situation or two
Summary: About the chemistry Leighton & Ed share a la Angie & Brad style.
Spoilers: Just the aired episodes
Disclaimer: Not mine, although I wish.
For: isabellecs, because we agree these people totally need to hook up.
She’d caught him staring at her again. In the middle of the day, with everyone else around, he’d been blatantly watching her as she leisurely twisted the extensions in her hair before adjusting the strap of her top. She heard a "Cut!" in the distance -- and turned to see Blake rushing towards her, lifting her messy curls in a bun.
"I hate filming right now," she whined, "It's too hot."
She merely smiled at Blake as she glanced back towards the endless horizon, one hand shielding the sun’s brilliant glare, that she had seen the unabashed intensity, the vehement fervor blazing at her from across the pool. Unnerved, she had swallowed and averted her gaze, ignoring the little thrill in the pit of her stomach. Leighton had never seen his eyes that dark before.
"You okay?" Blake asks, breaking her thoughts.
Slightly smiling, she lies. "It's too fucking hot."
~
He's not fucking blind.
He wants to remind them that he's not an actor for nothing, that it’s his job to notice minute little details of life, cracks in the framework of the day. He's a fucking actor. He wants to ask her if she knows that the top she's wearing doesn't quite hide the red marks his teeth left, but then that would admit that he is watching her. And he's not. He's no Chuck Bass.
He tries to make a effort at not really knowing anything about them. About her. It doesn't really work. He doesn't know what she does in her free time (guitar hero with Blake), who she's friends with currently (Emmy Rossum), and what her voice sounds like when she's drunk (raspy).
He's fucked.
~
Taylor has to ask her three times if she was okay before she even realized she was being asked a question. "What?" she murmurs, as she presses the tip of her fingernails to the side of her neck, wanting to feel displeasure.
"Are you okay?" she repeats once again. She spots Chace & Ed taking pictures with some fans.
"Yeah, I guess." She smiles. Her younger costar returns the smile, but she finds herself silently fretting that it's obvious.
"Ladies," she hears Chace call out, and Taylor waves in his direction. She clears out her throat, and turns her back to Chace. And Ed. She pulls out her Blackberry; and amidst checking her email, she feels his presence behind her. His breath is on her exposed neck.
"How ya doing, baby?" he asks, as his arms find her waist. Taylor lets out a giggle. His accent still gets to her.
She knows he's got his trademark smirk on and wants to slap it right off. She flinches instead.
"Sorry," he said, with a hint of amusement. "I wasn’t trying to scare you."
"Well you did," she said, more angry at herself than him. She pulled herself out of his hold a little more viciously than she meant to and retreated. There was safety when there was distance.
~
In character, baby, in character; he told her between takes when they filmed the 7th episode. She laughed at him - at his idea, but went along with it. Schwartz encouraged it.
The final scene was shot twice because he had slid his hand too high the first time, and she slightly bit his lower lip in response. She whispered an apology onto his mouth, "you surprised -- caught me off-guard," as the crew adjusted the scene again.
He studied her for a moment before replying, "Everyone loves surprises." The second time around, she caught him off-guard when she plunged her tongue in. He moaned in response.
After they wrapped up the scene, she smirked. His face slightly flushed.
"Surprise."
~
"Sebastian might get jealous," Blake warned, as she got her lipgloss reapplied. She rolled her eyes when Penn nodded in agreement.
"He should be," Ed stated. She slapped his arm.
"We're just acting, we are being Blair and Chuck, not us," she persists.
By the time they filmed the 10th episode, she found herself wondering where she ended and Blair Waldorf began.
~
They are hanging out in her hotel room when five glasses of wine do her in. She thinks he kissed her first, but cannot be sure. He'll blame the cheap red wine. She leaned onto him, placing a hand on the bed to balance herself, so she wouldn't grab ahold of his hand. Because they are not Blair and Chuck.
He stared at her for a second, feeling her knees against his thigh and her hair brushing lightly against his hand and he kissed her. It was slow, with his hand wrapping itself in her hair, deeper - pulling her closer. She let her other hand rest on his chest, letting her fingers slightly curl against his shirt.
His tongue began a leisurely exploration of hers. She felt lost, she couldn't stop, he filled her senses; the feel of his skin, his fingers in her hair, the wild, animal smell of him, she could taste his sweat on her lips and she could hear his heart beating wildly against his chest. She opened her mouth wider, trying to swallow him in.
His hand left her hair and moved slowly, gently to her waist.
She was wearing that yellow dress still - the one that some up and coming designer sent her. It slightly rode up on her as she moved. He helped it along, inching it up as he slid his hand underneath, caressing the smooth skin of her inner thighs and he could feel her muscles gliding beneath his fingers. She let out a soft moan against his lips, and he felt a wave of desire and emotion so powerful he clenched his fingers, into her, hard.
"He's a fool," he spoke, his mouth muffled against hers. She pulled back, reluctantly, flushed and breathing raggedly.
He let his fingers slide out, as she looked at him questioningly. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me, baby."
"I'm not your baby," she replied.
She watched him swallow and shift his weight, precariously balanced somewhere between uneasiness and want. She hated him in that moment, wanting to be peel herself off him. But his unwavering gaze held her firmly in place, as if they were both reliving that memory so many months ago when he had held her, anchored her in a rare moment of desperation and sadness. He wasn’t touching her now, though he may as well have been.
~
Two weeks later, she's filming another scene with him. It's still hot out, and she wants something to drink. He's been quiet lately, she's even more curious, but she relents.
Ed holds out a full bottle of water to her. She looked skeptically between him and the bottle, as if suspecting some sort of practical joke before taking it with a soft thanks.
"Everything all right?"
She saw him try to hide his glance toward her trailer, and knew he was wondering the exact same thing she was wondering about him.
So are you guys back together? Are you really dating her?
"Uh huh," she said non-commitally. She swallowed some water and then handed it back to him.
"No, you keep it," he said, pushing it gently back to her.
His fingers brushed lightly against her skin and the shiver shook her before she could stop its betraying tell. They both glanced up at each other, trying to read what that moment meant, and she felt her heart jump when she saw the intensity return to his eyes. She was drowning before she could think to look away.
Feeling the warning rise and clutch fiercely in her chest, she knew she should walk away, now, before the infidelity she saw in his dark eyes escalated to something neither of them could take back. He should turn around and concentrate on nothing but putting one foot in front of the other. She should listen to her mind screaming at her insanity and should know better than to lick her lips in the subconcious way that she did, encouraging what shouldn’t even be considered.
"Leighton."
Not Sweetpea. Not Baby. But Leighton. She closed her eyes, pleading with her mind to stop replaying it over and over in her head, pleading with him to let her go before things got out of hand.
But he had said it and she could clearly hear the first traces of huskiness and all that that implied finally edging out from under his tautly stretched self-control. Just Leighton, and its effect didn’t elicit an amused smile from her the same way the nickname from Sebastian, "Sweetpea" didn’t trigger that achingly slow burn deep inside of her.
She let him turn her towards him, her eyes firmly shut as she struggled with her own control. A gentle thumb pressed lightly across the soft skin under her eye, the sudden contact startling her. The second brown found brown, she knew they were going to cross the line, that there was no going back. There were only so many times she could keep lying to herself when the truth was right here, begging her to accept it.
Pairing: Leighton/Ed, Implied Leighton/Sebastian.
Author: it_was_enough
Rating: 15 & up, for language & a minor sexual situation or two
Summary: About the chemistry Leighton & Ed share a la Angie & Brad style.
Spoilers: Just the aired episodes
Disclaimer: Not mine, although I wish.
For: isabellecs, because we agree these people totally need to hook up.
She’d caught him staring at her again. In the middle of the day, with everyone else around, he’d been blatantly watching her as she leisurely twisted the extensions in her hair before adjusting the strap of her top. She heard a "Cut!" in the distance -- and turned to see Blake rushing towards her, lifting her messy curls in a bun.
"I hate filming right now," she whined, "It's too hot."
She merely smiled at Blake as she glanced back towards the endless horizon, one hand shielding the sun’s brilliant glare, that she had seen the unabashed intensity, the vehement fervor blazing at her from across the pool. Unnerved, she had swallowed and averted her gaze, ignoring the little thrill in the pit of her stomach. Leighton had never seen his eyes that dark before.
"You okay?" Blake asks, breaking her thoughts.
Slightly smiling, she lies. "It's too fucking hot."
~
He's not fucking blind.
He wants to remind them that he's not an actor for nothing, that it’s his job to notice minute little details of life, cracks in the framework of the day. He's a fucking actor. He wants to ask her if she knows that the top she's wearing doesn't quite hide the red marks his teeth left, but then that would admit that he is watching her. And he's not. He's no Chuck Bass.
He tries to make a effort at not really knowing anything about them. About her. It doesn't really work. He doesn't know what she does in her free time (guitar hero with Blake), who she's friends with currently (Emmy Rossum), and what her voice sounds like when she's drunk (raspy).
He's fucked.
~
Taylor has to ask her three times if she was okay before she even realized she was being asked a question. "What?" she murmurs, as she presses the tip of her fingernails to the side of her neck, wanting to feel displeasure.
"Are you okay?" she repeats once again. She spots Chace & Ed taking pictures with some fans.
"Yeah, I guess." She smiles. Her younger costar returns the smile, but she finds herself silently fretting that it's obvious.
"Ladies," she hears Chace call out, and Taylor waves in his direction. She clears out her throat, and turns her back to Chace. And Ed. She pulls out her Blackberry; and amidst checking her email, she feels his presence behind her. His breath is on her exposed neck.
"How ya doing, baby?" he asks, as his arms find her waist. Taylor lets out a giggle. His accent still gets to her.
She knows he's got his trademark smirk on and wants to slap it right off. She flinches instead.
"Sorry," he said, with a hint of amusement. "I wasn’t trying to scare you."
"Well you did," she said, more angry at herself than him. She pulled herself out of his hold a little more viciously than she meant to and retreated. There was safety when there was distance.
~
In character, baby, in character; he told her between takes when they filmed the 7th episode. She laughed at him - at his idea, but went along with it. Schwartz encouraged it.
The final scene was shot twice because he had slid his hand too high the first time, and she slightly bit his lower lip in response. She whispered an apology onto his mouth, "you surprised -- caught me off-guard," as the crew adjusted the scene again.
He studied her for a moment before replying, "Everyone loves surprises." The second time around, she caught him off-guard when she plunged her tongue in. He moaned in response.
After they wrapped up the scene, she smirked. His face slightly flushed.
"Surprise."
~
"Sebastian might get jealous," Blake warned, as she got her lipgloss reapplied. She rolled her eyes when Penn nodded in agreement.
"He should be," Ed stated. She slapped his arm.
"We're just acting, we are being Blair and Chuck, not us," she persists.
By the time they filmed the 10th episode, she found herself wondering where she ended and Blair Waldorf began.
~
They are hanging out in her hotel room when five glasses of wine do her in. She thinks he kissed her first, but cannot be sure. He'll blame the cheap red wine. She leaned onto him, placing a hand on the bed to balance herself, so she wouldn't grab ahold of his hand. Because they are not Blair and Chuck.
He stared at her for a second, feeling her knees against his thigh and her hair brushing lightly against his hand and he kissed her. It was slow, with his hand wrapping itself in her hair, deeper - pulling her closer. She let her other hand rest on his chest, letting her fingers slightly curl against his shirt.
His tongue began a leisurely exploration of hers. She felt lost, she couldn't stop, he filled her senses; the feel of his skin, his fingers in her hair, the wild, animal smell of him, she could taste his sweat on her lips and she could hear his heart beating wildly against his chest. She opened her mouth wider, trying to swallow him in.
His hand left her hair and moved slowly, gently to her waist.
She was wearing that yellow dress still - the one that some up and coming designer sent her. It slightly rode up on her as she moved. He helped it along, inching it up as he slid his hand underneath, caressing the smooth skin of her inner thighs and he could feel her muscles gliding beneath his fingers. She let out a soft moan against his lips, and he felt a wave of desire and emotion so powerful he clenched his fingers, into her, hard.
"He's a fool," he spoke, his mouth muffled against hers. She pulled back, reluctantly, flushed and breathing raggedly.
He let his fingers slide out, as she looked at him questioningly. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me, baby."
"I'm not your baby," she replied.
She watched him swallow and shift his weight, precariously balanced somewhere between uneasiness and want. She hated him in that moment, wanting to be peel herself off him. But his unwavering gaze held her firmly in place, as if they were both reliving that memory so many months ago when he had held her, anchored her in a rare moment of desperation and sadness. He wasn’t touching her now, though he may as well have been.
~
Two weeks later, she's filming another scene with him. It's still hot out, and she wants something to drink. He's been quiet lately, she's even more curious, but she relents.
Ed holds out a full bottle of water to her. She looked skeptically between him and the bottle, as if suspecting some sort of practical joke before taking it with a soft thanks.
"Everything all right?"
She saw him try to hide his glance toward her trailer, and knew he was wondering the exact same thing she was wondering about him.
So are you guys back together? Are you really dating her?
"Uh huh," she said non-commitally. She swallowed some water and then handed it back to him.
"No, you keep it," he said, pushing it gently back to her.
His fingers brushed lightly against her skin and the shiver shook her before she could stop its betraying tell. They both glanced up at each other, trying to read what that moment meant, and she felt her heart jump when she saw the intensity return to his eyes. She was drowning before she could think to look away.
Feeling the warning rise and clutch fiercely in her chest, she knew she should walk away, now, before the infidelity she saw in his dark eyes escalated to something neither of them could take back. He should turn around and concentrate on nothing but putting one foot in front of the other. She should listen to her mind screaming at her insanity and should know better than to lick her lips in the subconcious way that she did, encouraging what shouldn’t even be considered.
"Leighton."
Not Sweetpea. Not Baby. But Leighton. She closed her eyes, pleading with her mind to stop replaying it over and over in her head, pleading with him to let her go before things got out of hand.
But he had said it and she could clearly hear the first traces of huskiness and all that that implied finally edging out from under his tautly stretched self-control. Just Leighton, and its effect didn’t elicit an amused smile from her the same way the nickname from Sebastian, "Sweetpea" didn’t trigger that achingly slow burn deep inside of her.
She let him turn her towards him, her eyes firmly shut as she struggled with her own control. A gentle thumb pressed lightly across the soft skin under her eye, the sudden contact startling her. The second brown found brown, she knew they were going to cross the line, that there was no going back. There were only so many times she could keep lying to herself when the truth was right here, begging her to accept it.