Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl. Seriously.
A/N: As pointed out by some readers, the GG fandom – at least the femslash bits – is really starting to slow, which is a sad thing. I personally will continue writing Blair/Serena (my OTP of the fandom) until the muse decides otherwise. I sincerely hope that the fandom will be revived, it's got so much potential and it's always rather miserable to see such potential languishing.
A/N2: Anyway, less depressing talk now. As always, if you like/dislike this drabble, please do REVIEW (pardon the capitals). If you'd like to request a fic, feel free to do so in the reviews. Cheers!
"Don't," Serena whispers half-heartedly, her voice drowned by the pulsing music, her resolve weakened by the faint blush in Blair's cheeks, by the sheen of her wet lips, by the reckless flash in her eyes. Maybe she does not want Blair to hear her rejection.
Blair giggles and Serena feels it more than she hears it – a soft burr against her ear as Blair insinuates herself on a willing Serena's lap, her fingers threading through blonde hair and red lips trailing along Serena's jaw.
"Don't," Serena tells her again, this time louder as she feels that familiar sting in her eyes, her vision growing blurry as tears well in her eyes.
"Why not?" Blair asks, her hips grinding down, their chests pressing and her warm breath ghosting across Serena's rapidly heating skin.
Serena gasps and struggles weakly. "You don't mean it," she replies softly. "And we're in public."
"When has either ever stopped you before?" Blair hisses, tugging a lock of Serena's hair to expose her throat.
"I don't want it to be like that," Serena replies. "Not with you, B."
Blair makes a noise in her throat, something between disgust and disbelief, as she rakes the edge of her teeth against Serena's jumping pulse. "Take me home then," she says finally.
"You don't mean it, B," Serena repeats sadly.
Blair sucks hard on Serena's pulse, enough to break skin and leave a mark. Serena is strangely thrilled about that. "I do," Blair insists. Who is the desperation in her voice meant for?
"Kiss me then," Serena begs, leaning back to look at Blair. "And tell me you love me."
Blair stills and slowly pulls away. She has an unreadable expression on her face when she finally claims, "I love you."
Serena shakes her head, tears finally running down her cheeks. "Not like that."
Blair sighs exasperatedly, a glimmer of something in her eyes as she tracks Serena's tears. "I can't voice what I don't feel."
Serena sobs, "You're lying."
"I don't love you," she snaps, cupping Serena's cheeks and forcing Serena to look her in the eye.
"I love you," Serena returns sincerely, willing her voice, her eyes, her touch to convey all that she feels and finding them inadequate.
Blair's features soften for a full second before she composes herself again. She leans in close, her hands still on Serena's cheeks as her eyelids drop and her lips part. "I don't love you," Blair whispers, her tone much too tender, much too intimate to match her statement.
The kiss tastes salty from Serena's own tears, sweet from the taste of Blair and Serena simply aches for more – even if her heart were to squeeze painfully every single time. "I love you," Serena repeats defiantly when they finally part, the texture, shape and taste of Blair's lips imprinted permanently on hers.
Blair smiles sadly at her. "Take me home, S."
Serena nods mutely.