you are my life, my love, my only
Disclaimer: Sad News: I don't own the show or the characters.
A/N: I've set myself a challenge of writing at least one ficlet everyday - a complete story in less than 500 words. Seeing as school ends soon, I have plenty of time to write and too much inspiration at the moment. I feel like I'm spamming y'all with my stories haha. I figured I'd keep them all together for easy reference. Some of them will have a point, others will just be little bits of fluff. Either way, I hope you enjoy.
"I really want to kiss you right now."
His voice is barely a whisper brushing hotly over her right ear and she can't stop the involuntary list of her body. She sways in his direction, the magnetized heat of his chest reeling her in. Her fingers clench around the ceramic coffee cup, burning with the desire to reach out and touch him. He props his hip against the counter and stares at her profile, too close for Chuck&Blair's kitchen but not nearly close enough for all the things she wants to do to him.
"I want to feel your body pressed against mine," he continues in a low tone, his words smooth and heavy, "I want to kiss you until you can't breathe, until your lips are red and swollen."
She mutters his name, a warning and a plea. Six months and he still affects her violently, just the mere thought of his hands and lips on her body enough to leave her wet and aching in the middle of Chuck&Blair's Kitchen.
"I want to peel your shirt off and feel the way your muscles jump in anticipation. I want," he leans closer, the hem of his jacket skimming against her hip, "to tease you until you beg me to stop, to just touch you already."
His pinky finger brushes along her wrist and she jumps, lukewarm coffee sloshing over the rim of the mug. She brings her coffee soaked thumb to her mouth and sucks it between her lips, tongue swirling over the rough pad. He groans softly, dark and full of want, and her stomach churns with the need to hear it again, to watch his face tense in pleasure as she rises above him. Peering out through the half open blinds, she quickly scans the Penthouse for signs of surveillance.
Confident that they're not being watched, Serena twists her torso and wraps her fingers around the lapel of his jacket, pushes her chest up against his. She grazes his chin with the soft edge of her lower lip, nips sharply at his jaw. His hands fist at her waist when she slicks her tongue over his lips, swallows his hungry moan. His body surges against hers and she jerks away, straightening her shirt and moving toward the door as he stares at her, slack jawed and starry eyed.
Chuckling at his expression, Serena tosses back over her shoulder as she exits the room, "Don't be so certain that I'd be the one doing the begging, Dan."