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A/N: Just a little oneshot that I thought up about half an hour ago...haha. ( :
Moonlight, Chap. 1:
Serena doesn't exactly know what drives Blair to want this, to push her up against the wall roughly and kiss her. There's more than a desperate tinge to the way the brunette crushes her lips against the blonde's, greedily claiming any part of her skin that is currently exposed. They shouldn't be doing this…not here and not now. In between their many attempts at a fresh start and the disappointing results afterwards, things were much too complicated to add sex to the list. But Serena knew that Blair wanted it, craved it, needed it and there was nothing that she would deny her, especially not when her own body was responding in a way that it never had before. So she let go of her mind, let it wander to a place far away, and sank deeper into what Blair was offering her.
They tumble backwards onto one of the various beds in the Bass estate, never breaking the contact between their lips. Blair's hands are roaming all over Serena's body, trying to decide where they wanted to explore first. Serena can feel Blair's heart thumping rapidly beneath her chest, a result of her intense arousal. She whimpers slightly as the other girl's teeth nip at the delicate skin of her neck, licking and sucking so much so that she knows she won't be able to wear her hair up for a while. For a split second, a cobalt gaze meets a doe one and everything they are risking is put into perspective.
The combination of the moonlight splashing across Blair's porcelain features and the look of fiery lust in her eyes is entirely too much and not enough at the same time. She can feel her love for Blair swelling up in her chest painfully, only adding to the strangely hurt feeling she was experiencing. For the second time that night, Serena is reminded that having sex with Blair is a bad idea. It isn't solely because of the awkwardness that would ensue after, it was also because she knew that she wanted it too much. She had been on edge around her best friend for about three weeks now, right on the thin border between love and friendship. This could only push her in the wrong direction and she just couldn't fall in love because loving Blair Waldorf was a dangerous and often miserable affair when it was unrequited.
Serena doesn't know if Blair wants this as emotionally as she does physically, but she doesn't really care either because she loves her…she loves her, whether it is friendly or romantic, and nothing can replace the feeling of Blair's lips making their descent on her body. She allows herself to think for a minute that maybe Blair does want this as much as she does, but the thought is quickly expelled from her mind. She knows that this is just a pity fuck. Not even. Serena can almost predict what Blair would do after they slept together. She would stomp on heart with her Christian Louboutin heels and then stick it in a blender just for the added effect. Once again, Serena doesn't care because for just this moment under the bright moonlight, Blair is hers and no one else's.
A/N: What did you think? Tell me in a review, please!
P.S. I'm thinking of writing a companion piece to this in Blair's POV.