Swear This One You'll Save
She's one of those people who are so cold, you wonder if they even sweat.
Nate Archibald wonders this. He wonders why his girlfriend's pulse never quickens, why they kiss so carefully, why her palm remains cool and dry when they hold hands. He wonders why her eyes look like onyx, shiny and hard, even after a long make out session. He wonders why she, the icy pale moon, does not sizzle next to the brilliance of Serena's golden sun.
Marcus Beaton wonders this. He wonders why the beautiful girl who swept him off his chivalrous feet smiles like a cat when she scores a point off the dark eyed boy, why she won't look him in the face, why her skin doesn't flush, even in a heat wave. He wonders why she's so desperate to take that one step further. He wonders why he was too clueless to see the truth.
Carter Baizen can't be bothered to wonder this.
Chuck Bass has never wondered this. He notices everything, even the slightly dewing on her smooth skin that indicates heat or exertion. People expect Blair to be cold and hard so that's what they see – even Nate, who was with her for so long, was oblivious all those times she rushed to meet him with her cheeks flushed, her palms slick and her heart hammering. Even Serena, who knew her better than most people, never wondered why her friend's eyes were wild or her dress was wrinkled as if it had been hitched up. He knows it all. He knows the inferno that lurks beneath the frosty shell. He knows the deep purr that signifies deep, dark contentment. He knows what perspiration tastes like when licked from the hollow of her throat. Best of all, no one can make her sweat like he can.
It's their secret.
Fin.