His lips, familiar, press gently on hers. It's not a race. It's not electric. It's sweet, just as they always were. Blair's waited for this for so long. Nate is perfection; Nate is her dreams; Nate is her future. But yet she can't help the uneasiness that courses through her veins. Her mind is cloudy and she knows she's ready, but Nate's muscles are too taut and his chest is too smooth and the fingers that brush the small of her back are too calloused. She closes her eyes to mask her doubts. Everything is slow. When they finish – or rather, when he does – she lies on his (too smooth) chest and he tangles his (too calloused) fingers in her hair. She is naked, save for a necklace, The Necklace. Erickson Beamon burns on her skin, choking her. Blair knows now. Nate's muscles are too taut because Chuck is soft yet toned. Nate's chest is too smooth because Chuck's is blanketed by soft curly hairs. Nate's fingers are too calloused because Chuck's are satin on her skin.
She doesn't quite know what to think.
Stupid stupid stupid, written in approximately six minutes, but I had to get it out. I miss season one!
CJM