Lust Times Twelve by Rena
PG, I don't own Gossip Girl, Ed or Leighton or anything else. This is just for fun.
Pairing: Ed/Leighton (RPF)
Summary: Twice now she's wished she wasn't a good friend. That she was a bad person, that she would give in to what she desperately wants to do. Hands on chest, hips angled, lips tangled.
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"Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust." – Marquis de Sade
Five.
She counts five times she's felt something rush through her, five things that need not rush yet rushed all the same.
Ten.
Ten is the times that they've smiled until they blinked, confused by the mist that seemed to cover their being when something deep was touched. Something like a soul.
Seven.
Magic number seven. Seven times he's automatically placed his hand on her lower back and guided her to a room. He doesn't know it but he raises his pinkie ever so slightly.
Two.
Twice now she's wished she wasn't a good friend. That she was a bad person, that she would give in to what she desperately wants to do. Hands on chest, hips angled, lips tangled.
Nine.
Bitten her while kissing, kissing for fake, kissing for money, kissing for fame.
Once.
He apologized.
Six.
The number of takes for a bedroom scene where she seduces him as he drops her gown. She thinks he keeps messing up on purpose. She doesn't mind.
Twelve.
The minutes they spent laughing as they rushed to the bed, going for a phone, hitting one another accidentally and laughing until the makeup ran.
Four.
Other men she's kissed on the show other than him.
Zero.
None are better than him. He inked his soul on his arm but it truly resides on his lips. She's tasted it. Countless times.
Three.
Times she's dreamt of their scenes together. The night before they happen. She claims she's hung over when her eyes close slightly as they practice their scene.
Eight.
She thinks they might be slight alcoholics. Eight times they've gotten drunk and ended up touching more than they should. Kissing? Maybe, perhaps.
Eleven.
The day is today, the moment is now, the first time they've both been single in the THREE years they've known one another and for all those thirty SIX months she can't remember not ONE day that she didn't think about what it would feel like for just TWO seconds to forget that she is her and he is him.
One.
She'll smile.
Two.
Tequila shots.
Three.
Questions asked.
Four.
Friends around them.
Five.
Hours before they film once more.
Six.
Blocks to her place.
Seven.
Her apartment number.
Eight.
Buttons to undo.
Nine.
Steps to her bed.
Ten.
Yes. He's just that good.
Eleven.
The time they finally wake up.
Twelve.
Freckles on his chest.
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The end.