AN: A response to the amazing episode on Monday. Thank you for your amazing support, as always. Am planning a multi-chap fic continuance of it, but am unsure about posting until I have Atonement and Recollection done. Thoughts?
Everything was a blur.
When his hand found the back of her neck, and they stared at each other for an interminable amount of time that somehow seemed to pass within the blink of an eye, she lost all sense of self.
There was a heated, furious kiss, his palm cupping her cheek, her arms thrown carelessly around his shoulders.
There was the solid, glossy surface of the piano under her bare thighs, his hands lifting her up, and her gasp of unrequited surprise.
There were fumbling, eager hands, the rip of black silk, and the unmistakable sound of a dark blazer being tossed on the floor.
There were shudders as he attacked her mouth with his own, his hands running a heated course from the curve of her hip to the bend of her knee.
There was the sound of a zipper being pulled down, a wild gasp as tentative fingers ran over the apparent bulge.
There were searching fingers, ripped seams, hurried gasps, and quiet moans drowned out by louder screams.
There were fingernails raking down his back, the blood red silk scarce protection against the onslaught of her nails.
There was a groan of exertion, a gasp of pleasure, dark curls thrown back in ecstasy.
There were closed eyes and openmouthed kisses, hands clutching at shoulders, and her heels digging into his back.
There were the familiar, mewling noises as she came apart in his arms, both fighting for dominance, both fighting for release.
There was a quiet, wistful sigh he almost believed he imagined as she fell slightly forward, slender arms wrapped around his neck, her hot breaths in his ear.
There was a gasp of realization as her world came crashing back down on her, and he felt her petite shoulders tense as he pulled her closer.
And then there were tiny, manicured hands pushing at his chest, pushing him away, the cold air rushing in to fill the space.
"This never happened." She attempted to control the shakiness in her voice, but it was for naught as she attempted to hop off the piano gracefully, stumbling instead.
"Like hell it didn't," he growled, because his pants were still pooled around his ankles, her dress still hiked up around her waist.
His blazer still tossed carelessly to the side, hopelessly wrinkled and her panties by its side, ripped beyond repair.
"I hate you," she spat, still glaring at him.
It was those words that had been the catalyst for what had transpired moments before.
"I think you made that clear," he responded with a dry laugh, and he wondered if the faint blush that bloomed on her cheeks was only his imagination.
"It was a mistake," Blair said sweetly, though the contempt in her eyes was clear as she whipped around, making her way towards the sweeping staircase.
"Leaving so soon?" he called after her, grudgingly pulling up his pants.
"No," she tossed over her satin clad shoulder, "you're leaving."
"Not after what just happened," he volleyed back, ignoring his blazer as he walked in the same direction she had, "If I recall correctly, you were always up for a second—"
"We hate each other," she reminded him, glaring at him from her perch at the top of the staircase, while he continued walking up slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
"All the more reason," he told her with a smirk, his steps slowing as he reached his destination, his hand nearing hers on the banister.
"Just tonight," Blair said firmly, her voice brooking no argument.
"Just one night," he affirmed, his voice dropping to a sensual whisper as he reached the landing, his face inches from hers, his hand covering hers.
She grabbed him first this time, her lips attacking his with fervor as he was backed up against a shallow ledge.
And when he spun her around, relishing the groan that was a result of the ledge pressing into the small of her back, he smirked.
If she hadn't been so preoccupied with his hastily fastened belt buckle, she would have noticed the smirk.
The smirk that foretold that one night never meant just that.
fin
