we're past the point of no return
gossip girl, blair/chuck, words 240, rating pg 13
notes: I blame fiddlings.
His finger inches up her shoulder, sliding the strap of her dress into place. He smiles into her skin so that he can taste the shudder that his touch incites and she scowls.
"Hands off."
It's a low snarl- very convincing-
(or at least it would be if she hadn't been moaning against him no less than two minutes ago. But he always did love her post coital bite. )
and she's reaching for her wrap and heading out the door.
She pauses, of course.
-leans against the frame to deliver the speech that he just about knows by heart now. (several times, remember?)
She doesn't love him, he doesn't love her and it will be nothing but a dream when he wakes.
He keeps his eyes on her breasts, not her lips or her eyes and leers in that curiously detached way that he mastered at twelve.
She rambles on- ending, twisting her heel to the exit at the final goodbye.
"You forgot something."
She can hear his smirk before she sees it, pivoting slowly back to find her La Perlas dangling from his fingertips.
He takes her wrist when she snatches them back from him and breathes "stay" close to her ear and she shudders again.
She slams the door hard on her way out.
Her underwear is still in his possession.