Fic: "Not Quite Wild," GG, Blair/Serena, R.
I just whipped this up in a few minutes. I guess a turbulent work week topped off by a margarita can be productive after all! TGIF.
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Title: "Not Quite Wild" 1/1
Author: monimala
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Rating/Classification: R, slash, Blair/Serena, sexual situations, a dirty word or two.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: 375 words, general for the first few episodes.
Serena's favorite thing about Blair has always been how she smells, that faint hint of Chanel No. 5 that she's been rationing out of the bottle since she was 12 -- even though Eleanor would gladly have bought her a new one years ago. Blair puts a dab of it at her throat and when Serena leans in to kiss her, she can taste it. Class, taste, privilege, tact. Everything they grew up being spoon fed and everything she ran away from when she left for Connecticut. The backs of Blair's knees taste like it, too, and when Serena asks her, she laughs, denying that she "wasted" any perfume in a "stupid place like that."
Maybe she's been using it so long it's just become a part of her now. Serena dips lower to check and as Blair's thighs clasp around her neck, she thinks, yeah. Yeah, this is what I ran from. The sound of Blair gasping, the way she rocks against her mouth and whispers, "Serena, Serena, yes." BFFs always. Prep school girls gone not quite wild.
"Come on, B. Come on," she urges, replacing her tongue with her fingers so she can find her way back to Blair's lips.
When she was fourteen, she hated those lips. That perfect, perfect pout that she would never have because her mouth was too wide, too loud, too much. Now she loves them. Craves them. She kissed Nate, fucked him there on that bar, only to take back what Blair had given to him. Everything that was rightfully hers.
Blair coming… it's hers. Blair tangling her fingers in her hair and slumping with her on the pillow belongs to them and only them. They lean their foreheads together and Serena can smell Chanel and sex and the pint of Haagen Dazs they're going to split in an hour because Blair will suddenly want black raspberry chip.
She missed this. She missed her… and them.
And she knows that, just like last time, it's not going to last.
So she traces her sticky fingers along the underside of Blair's knee, tells her, fiercely, "This isn't a stupid place," and hopes Blair will remember that six months from now.
She's been rationing since she was 12, too.
--end--
October 12, 2007
New and appropriate icon courtesy of angel_grace.
Title: "Not Quite Wild" 1/1
Author: monimala
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Rating/Classification: R, slash, Blair/Serena, sexual situations, a dirty word or two.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: 375 words, general for the first few episodes.
Serena's favorite thing about Blair has always been how she smells, that faint hint of Chanel No. 5 that she's been rationing out of the bottle since she was 12 -- even though Eleanor would gladly have bought her a new one years ago. Blair puts a dab of it at her throat and when Serena leans in to kiss her, she can taste it. Class, taste, privilege, tact. Everything they grew up being spoon fed and everything she ran away from when she left for Connecticut. The backs of Blair's knees taste like it, too, and when Serena asks her, she laughs, denying that she "wasted" any perfume in a "stupid place like that."
Maybe she's been using it so long it's just become a part of her now. Serena dips lower to check and as Blair's thighs clasp around her neck, she thinks, yeah. Yeah, this is what I ran from. The sound of Blair gasping, the way she rocks against her mouth and whispers, "Serena, Serena, yes." BFFs always. Prep school girls gone not quite wild.
"Come on, B. Come on," she urges, replacing her tongue with her fingers so she can find her way back to Blair's lips.
When she was fourteen, she hated those lips. That perfect, perfect pout that she would never have because her mouth was too wide, too loud, too much. Now she loves them. Craves them. She kissed Nate, fucked him there on that bar, only to take back what Blair had given to him. Everything that was rightfully hers.
Blair coming… it's hers. Blair tangling her fingers in her hair and slumping with her on the pillow belongs to them and only them. They lean their foreheads together and Serena can smell Chanel and sex and the pint of Haagen Dazs they're going to split in an hour because Blair will suddenly want black raspberry chip.
She missed this. She missed her… and them.
And she knows that, just like last time, it's not going to last.
So she traces her sticky fingers along the underside of Blair's knee, tells her, fiercely, "This isn't a stupid place," and hopes Blair will remember that six months from now.
She's been rationing since she was 12, too.
--end--
October 12, 2007