the morning after
nate/serena
"Serena!" Nate calls into the Archibald house. He walks to his bedroom, only to stop in the doorway at her sleeping form.
She seems so peaceful. Her blonde hair splayed out, bright against the black pillowcase, brighter still by the sun shining through the window. The black duvet covers up to her neck, and Nate can tell she's naked. A smile crosses his golden features. "Serena?" She doesn't hear him. He walks a little closer, taking his elbow off the doorframe.
Serena is bundled. Her eyes are closed, her long eyelashes reaching the tips of her cheeks. Ser is pretty; she looks like something straight off Eleanor Waldorf's magazines. Dare he say it out loud, but she might be prettier than Blair Waldorf herself. Nate's in love. In love with Serena's dimples, in love with her sea eyes and corn-yellow locks. She is golden. And she feels like forever, and maybe Nate'll muster up the courage so she finally will be.
He leans over the bed and kisses her cheek. No response. So, he tries again. And again. She shifts, exposing her neck, which Nate kisses too. His mom might kill him if she knew he climbed in bed with blackened soles. And he keeps pecking her, leaving little saliva spots. All over her face and the back of her neck. Nate moves the blankets down a bit.
Serena mews. She isn't ready to get up.
Nate caresses her face. His fingers are cold against her skin whilst she's warm in bed. More kisses pepper her back as she rolls on to her belly, between his arms.
Sigh. Nate sees her starting to wake.
Another mew. "Stop," she whines, grinning.
"Get up," he drags out.
"No!" She is silent, her eyes shutting slowly.
Nate works down her body, sure to kiss every bit of skin. Somehow, he gets on top of her, his legs entwined with hers. It's a magical experience—the way her body is perfect. He's looking at it like he's never seen it. When she sleeps there's no evidence of worry, of getting older, or of Dan. Only the two of them exist in this golden sphere—golden people in a golden world. Afire love. The sun blinds him, but he keeps going.
"Mm," mumbles the girl. She's enjoying the massaging of his tongue.
"Five more minutes and I'm done."
It went on for more than five minutes, though. Serena moaning, and Nate's blonde strands tickling her in places every time he goes down on her.
"Get the fuck up, babe," he laughs and stops.
The door is wide open and the air is cold when he leaves. Serena slinks off the oversized bed, pulling on a white, fluffy robe. It takes her several moments to find Nate in natural element. He is smoking. The weed vapour hits her nose and the air at the same time.
"Delicious," she says, attaching herself to his back, linking her arms together around his neck, her head on his latimus dorsi.
"Want some?" he asks, her legs now wrapped on his waist, joint stuffed between his lips.
She pulls it out. She takes a suck, blowing the hit past his ear.
author's note: a short drabble. not a chapter fic. book-verse, i think.