Fic: Untitled - I just miss these bitches! Part 2
Title: Untitled
Author: Phantom1015
Rating: Involves content of questionable sexual nature…well, maybe not questionable but definitely sexual!
Disclaimer: Not mine, if they were I’d have them tied up like that chick in Xtina’s new wannabe Gaga video.
AN: This happened randomly; you can get the full explanation inside. Thanks for reading!
The next morning, Leighton awoke to her face stuck to the warmed leather of the couch and her arm numb beneath her side. There was no trace of a hung over blonde in sight and even after she had peeled her cheek from the armrest she could not see Blake anywhere close by.
“Blake?”
There were a few moments of hesitation before the call was answered with a very pained sounding and drawn out, “What?”
“Should have known I would find you in here…” Leighton said as she walked through their bedroom and entered the bathroom, bundled in the blanket she had toted along from the living room. The tone of her voice was flat and disinterested, although given the situation it was obvious that sarcasm was implied. “Was last night another bad decision to add to the multitude of others you’ve been making lately?”
“Don’t yell at me…” Blake groaned pitifully from her place sitting beside the toilet.
The brunette rolled her eyes and seated herself on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub. “Last night you wanted to be yelled at and I told you it could wait until morning. Well, now it’s morning, so you’re going to get yelled at like you wanted in the first place.”
“Okay…” Blake mumbled, accepting defeat and resting her chin on her raised knees. She was too sick to fight it or argue in her defense, and really there was no point in defending something that was wrong and her fault anyway.
“God, I’m not really going to yell at you, okay!? We’re going to have a discussion, a civilized discussion!” Leighton fiercely announced. She was already finding herself frustrated with Blake’s willingness to be punished; she could not get any satisfaction out of watching her girlfriend squirm if she wanted the punishment.
“Oh,” the blonde whispered and then seemed to weigh the pros and cons of having such a ‘discussion,’ “Then could you just yell instead…please?”
Leighton could not even help the smile that the request brought on, but she quickly tried to rein it in and be serious once more. “No, in fact I’m going to do the one thing that will hopefully cause you the most misery. I’m going to make you explain to me why you felt the need to sleep with…with Penn.”
The brunette faltered with the last words. After three weeks she could laugh a little and forget about what happened for a few minutes, but when she had to mention what had really torn them apart it could no longer be a joke. And it left both of them silent.
“Well…” Leighton half-heartedly prompted when Blake remained quiet.
“It just happened,” Blake finally admitted. “We were rehearsing a scene, just like when you walked in…it’s just hard to stop when you’ve done it so many times before.”
Leighton’s posture seemed to weaken and her voice was dull as she echoed, “So many times before?”
“No! Not like that!” Blake was quick to try to rectify the situation - if that was at all possible - because her infidelity had not happened many times before. She just could not form proper thoughts, let alone sentences when she was about to grovel quite literally on her knees to the woman she truly did love. “It happened once, I only meant like when he and I were together.”
“Which should be a sin in itself…” the brunette hissed under her breath and then gathered up her blanket, preparing to leave.
“Leighton, wait!?” Blake begged and launched herself in front of her girlfriend to keep her seated on the edge of the bathtub. She took Leighton’s hands in a death grip and forced their gazes to meet. “I know I probably said this too many times last night and just because I was drunk doesn’t mean that I meant it any less, but I’m sorry! I was sorry when it happened and I’ve been sorry ever since! There are a million reasons why I love you and why you’re better than him, like -”
“Like how much prettier I am?” Leighton finished bitterly as her normally expressive eyes began to tear up.
Blake was mystified by the question, a fact made evident by her lame appearance. “No…well, yes! I mean…I mean, what do you mean?”
“You said that last night, that I was prettier than him,” the smaller woman glumly explained. It was a drunken thought and each knew it was the truth, but she was becoming too upset to care.
“You are, Leighton!” Blake assured, raising herself higher up on her knees and taking the brunette’s face in her hands. “You are and that’s just one of the reasons why I love you and…and…and I’m so stupid!”
The announcement suddenly changed the mood in the room and soon Leighton was flinging herself against Blake like some sort of lifeline and sobbing, “Why do you always have to be so cute!? I hate that and I hate you, but I love you! You just always make it too easy for me to forgive you! I hate you!”
She was right and as bad as it felt to take advantage of Leighton’s emotional state, Blake could not help but smile at what she had just heard. She tenderly pet her girlfriend’s back and whispered, “You’re going to forgive me?”
Leighton only seemed to cry harder at the question. “I-I didn’t exactly s-say that…but yes!”
Then, Blake felt horribly bad and ecstatic all at once. She should have been kissing the prettily polished toes of the woman she was now holding tightly in her arms, but she held her impossibly tighter and buried her face in her hair instead. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, baby…” she told Leighton against her ear, pausing to kiss whatever came in contact with her lips. “I love you and I hope you believe me.”
There was no response to the honest confession and that was alright with Blake. Forgiveness did not have to come all at once so long as she was still the one who got to hold Leighton has her tears dried and she relaxed again.
They stayed hugging in the bathroom until Blake’s knees were numb from the hard tile, but she would not be the one to break the embrace. She was afraid to let go.
“I’d kiss you, but you smell like vomit,” was the first thing Leighton whispered to the blonde after calming down, and Blake could not have been more thrilled. It sent them back to the times when they were just together and happy and being themselves - Leighton and Blake on a Sunday morning hung over and giggly from too much wine and sex the night before, not Leighton and Blake sad and upset and on the verge of losing each other.
“I can fix that…”
As Blake brushed her teeth, Leighton wrapped her arms around her waist from behind and rested her cheek against her shoulder. The bathroom was silent, save the sound of running water and the swish of toothbrush bristles. It was not that they did not know what to say to one another, they just did not need to say anything; the gesture of Blake bringing one of her hands up to cover Leighton’s where it lied over her stomach said enough.
Pulling the small brunette around, Blake used her hips to gently pin Leighton against the marbled countertop. “So, how have you been?” she asked, while tucking her girlfriend’s head beneath her chin.
She felt the shrug of Leighton’s shoulders before she heard the simple answer, “I just missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Blake said with a light smile that only she was aware of. She ducked her face down and placed a peck on Leighton’s forehead, then her cheek, then the soft skin below her ear. “I miss your kisses…”
It was only right that Blake was a little hesitant to initiate what would be their first kiss since parting weeks ago. Technically, she had been forgiven, but she would be patient and humble and wait for Leighton to come to her.
“And I miss yours,” Leighton whispered, pressing her fingertips to the other woman’s jaw line and bringing the tips of their noses together. Her eyes seemed to search Blake’s for a few seconds, looking for something, maybe that glint in those strangely colored blue irises that told her that she was still loved and desired as much as she had been before her world was turned upside down. And once she found it she swiftly covered Blake’s mouth with her own, wanting to show her that she still loved her with all the same intensity.
Leighton did not bother with innocent nibbles and presses to start them off; she sought out the seal of Blake’s lips and offered the tip of her tongue. The blonde eagerly accepted, opening her mouth and allowing herself to be repossessed in the best way possible. With fingers tangled in each other’s hair, just to make sure their lips did not stray too far between breaths, they kissed until Leighton ended up on the countertop; legs spread and the zipper of Blake’s jeans forced against her center.
“Bedroom?” the brunette rasped out, her voice taking on that deep, lust inducing quality as her hands found the warm curves of Blake’s waist beneath her top.
Pushing harder into the body in front of her, Blake tried to grind out some of the ache between her thighs. “Are you sure, Lei?”
“I’m asking you to take me to bed, Blake. Don’t ask me if I’m sure, just do as you’re told.”
That and Leighton securing her legs around her waist were all the invitation that Blake needed to take control. She navigated them away from the sink, through the bathroom, and onto the down surface of their bed, nearly blind except for what she could see through the curtain of glossy hair.
“You can’t do that to Penn, can you?” Leighton taunted playfully, as she was laid back against the comforter that had received her in the same way so many times before.
The comment was not meant to be taken seriously, but Blake frowned nonetheless. “Shh…” she urged, “I only care about what I can do to you.”
A shiver traced through Leighton’s spine at the sincerity and she was glad that Blake was lazily kissing her neck, because although she was happier than she could ever remember being in weeks, she could not stop the prickling behind her eyelids.
Sitting up and tossing her hair over one shoulder, Blake determinedly began the always difficult process of trying to undress both of their bodies in the shortest time possible. She hastily unzipped her jeans and tugged at the drawstring of the gauzy pajama bottoms that Leighton had slipped into the previous evening, but it still was not fast enough. She needed all of her girlfriend, all at once.
“Slow down…” Leighton whispered up to Blake, as she watched the blonde scowling while ripping her sweater over her head and struggling with the clasp of her bra.
“I can’t,” she insisted.
“Blake, look at me,” the brunette demanded lightly, reaching out for her hands. Blake immediately stilled her hands and surrendered them to Leighton, who then urged her to lie down over her once more. “Come here.”
“What’s wrong?” Blake questioned. She wished her nerves would subside, but it was hard to do when she felt that at any moment the woman under her could change her mind.
Leighton gave her a comforting smile that she hoped would put her at ease. “Nothing,” she assured, placing a kiss to the inside of her palm, “I just want to be made love to…slowly, gently…you know what I mean…”
Blake nodded her head mutely and licked her lips in anticipation. Sometimes the brunette was too sexy for her own good, a point proven when she guided Blake’s hand underneath her t-shirt and let the material bunch as she smoothed it up to her breasts.
“God, Lei…” the blonde breathed out, squeezing her eyes shut as her palm cupped an already piqued nipple.
“What?” Leighton smiled, staring up at her girlfriend’s face and enticingly pushing into her touch.
Opening her eyes and directly connecting them with Leighton’s, Blake said in hardly a whisper, “I just love you so much.”
“I love you too,” the smaller woman stated seriously, and then her lips turned in a wicked smirk. “But enough talking, you have work to do.”
And the moments between shedding the rest of their clothes and Blake’s fingers finding Leighton wet and ready for her went without words. There was nothing but the sound of sheets rustling, rhythmic panting, and the light sucking noises of open mouthed kisses being placed on lips and flushed skin. It really was best that way, when Blake could hold Leighton with one arm around her shoulders and the other working fiercely between her legs. She could take in everything, from the way the sweat began to faintly glisten from the brunette’s chest to her head thrown back and her full lips parted in noiseless moans.
“Faster…” Leighton pleaded as they lied on their sides facing one another, yet still closely melded together. Her hips were thrusting desperately, working with the fingers pumping into her.
“You said slowly,” Blake reminded her with a smile, which caused a pouted moan.
“Please?” the brunette gasped. She knew she could always get what she wanted, especially if she used her doe eyes and perfectly shaped brows.
Smiling and narrowing her eyes mischievously in return, Blake adjusted her thumb to move in tight circles over Leighton’s clit. That and the combination of the come-hither motion of her long fingers soon had both of their bodies tensing, although for entirely different reasons. Leighton cried out, repeatedly arching into Blake as her orgasm washed over her, before her body went liquid and she lay struggling to breathe in the aftermath.
“I knew there was a reason I needed to forgive you,” Leighton said, rolling closer against her girlfriend while sounding exhausted.
“Leighton,” Blake scolded lightly.
Kiss swollen lips curled into a devilish grin. “Kidding, kidding…”
Silence ensued after Leighton had finished her teasing in favor of resting her head against Blake’s chest and they both stayed quiet for several minutes.
“I can’t believe you quit Gossip Girl,” Leighton eventually whispered.
The comment startled Blake out of her drowsiness and she took a deep breath, preparing to give the honest reason as to why she had walked away from her role as the bright and bubbly, Serena van der Woodsen. “I needed you to know I was serious.”
There was a hint of sarcasm and attitude in the giggle that escaped the brunette, but fortunately none of it was directed at Blake. “Well, you’ve made your point…and it’s not like it really matters anyway. I mean, who are we kidding? The show sucks, no one wants to see Chuck and Blair getting married or watch Serena and Dan make up and break up for the fifty billionth time. It makes no sense.”
“Of course it doesn’t make sense…” Blake told her girlfriend in a playful voice as she began to shower her face with soft kisses. “Not when Serena and Blair have the most undeniable chemistry ever.”
Leighton sighed and closed her eyes, reveling in the brush of lips along her skin. “I wish Serena would just get her act together and ask Blair to marry her already. Blair obviously wants her…bad.”
Blake went still and lifted her head to look down at Leighton, who seemed expectant. She hoped she was interpreting the innuendo correctly.
“Do you want your ring back?” the blonde asked quietly and very hopefully.
Leighton was emotionless at first, and then her face transformed into a wide smile and she nodded rapidly. Blake’s excitement mirrored hers and she grabbed at the platinum ring on her finger, only to find after a few tugs that it was thoroughly fixed in place.
“It’s stuck…” Blake announced, her tone one of disappointment.
“It’s okay,” Leighton assured and kissed Blake soundly on the mouth. Then, she nestled into her chest again and pulled the sheets closer around their bodies. “But when you get it off, I want it back. You’re mine.”
“Yes, I am.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Once Leighton was fully asleep, Blake slowly disentangled herself from her body, carefully so as not to wake her. It was not as if it mattered, being that it had only been a short while since they had both woken on their couch in the living room, but it was contenting for her to watch the woman who she could once again call her fiancée satisfied and happy.
Blake gave the brunette’s sleeping form a smile before she entered their large bathroom. The cashmere blanket draped over the bathtub’s edge served as a reminder of just how lucky she was and she smiled at that too as she turned on the faucet. She splashed her face a few times with cold water, letting it cool her skin and wash away the tacky sweat from she and Leighton’s exertions.
Raising her head and looking into her own reflection, the blonde pushed her damp hands through her hair. As she watched the light colored strands darken from the water something in the mirror caught her eye - a flash of diamond on the finger closest to her temple.
With the help of the water and temperature, Leighton’s engagement ring slipped off just as easily as it had slipped onto her finger the day Blake gave it to her. And despite this being the second time that she would give Leighton the ring, as she made her way back to their bed she felt just as nervous as she had the first time.
Through the sheet, Blake placed a kiss on the rise of Leighton’s hip, the dip of her waist, the contours of her shoulder, and then trailed her lips down to her hand. The brunette flinched in her sleep from the touch tickling her flesh, but did not wake.
“I love you, Lei…” Blake whispered against Leighton’s small, limp fingers and then replaced her ring to its proper location. “And I won’t ever forget that again.”
Thanks for reading! With any luck at all we’ll get a few eye!sex pictures so I can start writing trashy smut again! :D