Bit of an odd one, this. I hate talent show sensations (bar Carrie Underwood and Jennifer Hudson, of course) but JLS' song was on the radio while I was making a sandwich and it got me thinking. Also, the order's a bit weird. The speaker goes Chuck, Blair, Chuck, Blair etc, but the first two paragraphs are just general and thereafter it references Chuck's speech at the White Party (2x01) in paragraph three, Blair's failed housewarming seduction (2x07) in paragraph four, Chuck's 'well that's too bad' (2x13) in paragraph five and finally the 'I love you too' in paragraph six.
Enjoy the smutiness.
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
'You've only get one shot, so make it count
You might never get this moment again.'
– One Shot, JLS.
'Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.'
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down), Nancy Sinatra.
We're stuck in this sticky game of Russian roulette, you and I – four in the chamber, two in the bedroom; cold steel, hot flesh, bang until you bleed and beg for more. There's sweat running between your shoulder blades that I want to lick; I want to get far enough and deep enough inside to make you squirm and sigh.
I know you because you're turning me insane – walk this way. I know everything that makes you who you are, every last tell and Achilles heel. You think I can't top everything you've seen so far, that I can't blow you wide open? You think I can't crease your back with my bullets? Those white hot scars are all mine: my property. Keep off, bitches.
First one blows for your last breath because I. Don't. Say. It. You're glowing like a setting sun, inferno; crimson heart's blood draining and painting you whiter than a snowdrift. What was all lightness and farce is now so deep, so dark, so ingrained in my soul that I can't even look at you anymore. Like a child, you've won – you've ruined the game.
Look at that, second shot, and right between the eyes. I'll light you up and smoke you down because I'm twice as scared as you are, and you're a million times more tempting when I can/can't/won't have you. There's nothing left to us, we're too wrong to survive. But lay more on the line, don't leave so soon – Russian roulette is a game for two.
Thud break bleed into me, because you've shattered me like glass, an angel of death defying mercy in deepest black. I hate you hate you hate you like I hate everything and the world is black black black and silent and full of your face as the ricochet covers your hand with red hot blue blood and fills your eyes with tears.
Last one, and this last kiss is better than none. I thought I knew you but it seems you know me better, need me better; have me better set for being yours than I ever have been for being myself. This is a loving bullet, this last – it explodes in my soul and forces you there, forces your lips on mine and your voice in my head and –
One.
Last.
Shot.
Fin.