Unfastidious
I know, I know, I'm supposed to update TWW and DB...*guilty face*. This just popped out though, like an unwanted baby...OK, that was weird. DON'T PRESSURE ME!!!
This is the 1st installment of the Words oneshots. It's when I choose a word and explain the def./write a story to it.
Fastidious
Function: Adj.
1. Having high and often capricious standards
2. Difficult to please
3. Showing or demanding excessive delicacy or care
4. Reflecting a meticulous, sensitive or demanding attitude
5. Chuck and Blair
His hands are pressed against her skin, the strength of it digging frantically, desperate to bring her closer to him. His lips were jaggedly kissing her, sloppily, the impatient moans emitting from his mouth. His thighs would press against hers, locking her down, cornering her into their own private, small, wrong, world.
She didn't like one little bit of it. Of course, she loved the way he would extemporaneously sneak up to her and whisper lewd but irresistible comments in her ear, his index finger drawing a faint line up her spine. She would begin to feel dizzy, his cologne mixing in with her perfume, the way the violin screeched too loud, the annoying thwacking of Serena's Grecian pewter sandals against the red vein marble floors.
But she didn't care.
Stumbling behind her lover, she tried so hard not to step on the back of his heels, but she did anyway. She would've stomped a bit harder if she knew this was how she was to be treated.
Not at all like the almost strategically planned kissing of Nate, his lips quivering against hers, which made her love him even more, the whole cuteness of the inexperienced Golden Boy. His hands would stay put at her slim waist, whereas hers would be at his face, his back, tugging at his hair.
She tried not to breathe directly into his face, stretching her swan like neck even more to escape the moister of his panting, and closed her eyes shut. She wished so much to be over. This was not how she wanted it to be.
He leaned away, straightening his bowtie. He knew she didn't feel loved or cared for, but he was just too eager. He had waited for so long. He yearned to feel her lustrous chestnut brown hair wound around his wrists, her soft, ivory white skin pressed against his warm, fleshed arms.
"Sorry," He whispered hoarsely.
They didn't walk out together. It would've been too obvious. Maybe it was obvious anyway.
But they just couldn't stay away from each other, no matter how bad the make out session was.
A/N~ This wasn't edited, so don't flame me with grammatical errors and what not. Just help me unblock Writer's Block. You know what I'm sayin'? OK, i'm officially crazy. REVIEW