In my opinion, this is a tad fluffy. It's cute, but then again, I'm not one for much fluffiness usually, so this surprised me.
Blair sighs contentedly, snuggling back against Serena soundly. They're spooning, on Serena's couch, and watching Breakfast at Tiffany's due to Blair's request. Blair slides a hand up her stomach, placing it over the hand Serena has resting there. The bright colors of the TV dance across her eyes without her really seeing them.
"This is nice," she says softly, happily. She feels light, giggly, high even, knowing that she is Serena's and Serena is hers, like it should be. Now they can kiss, and touch, and flirt, and...do other things. And finally it'll feel right.
Serena laughs quietly, nuzzling her nose into Blair's soft, dark-colored locks. "Of course it is," she murmurs, hand squeezing against Blair's stomach affectionately. She uses her other hand to run through Blair's hair soothingly, leaning down to press a kiss against the brunette's neck.
Blair's phone rings from where she placed it next to her on the couch, and she glances at it. She doesn't move when she sees it flash "Humphrey" across the brightly lit screen, just closes her eyes and hopes Serena doesn't see it, or if she does, doesn't care.
Serena shifts and Blair's eyes snap open, watching as the blonde's tan arm reaches for the phone, presses the answer button, and holds it up to Blair's ear. Blair takes it from Serena hesitantly, and glances back curiously to see Serena nod at her.
"Humphrey?" she says after a moment.
"Hey, Blair. Uh, what are you up to?"
"With Serena," replies Blair questioningly. "Why, what's up?"
Dan's easy tone immediately switches to a slightly uncomfortable one, and Blair almost flinches. She doesn't want it to be like this, for Dan to be reminded of all the bad times between him and Serena whenever Blair says her name, and vice versa as well.
"Nothing. I just...I just was gonna see if you wanted to...nothing."
He's getting ready to hang up, and she knows he's getting ready to hang up, and she's surprised when she realizes she doesn't want him to. "Humphrey," she barks quietly. "Spit it out. What do you want?"
"I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the art museum," he responds quickly. "But if you're busy, that's cool."
Blair licks her lips and hesitates. She would like to go to the art museum, in all honesty. She's never met anyone that would even dream of taking her there. She thinks hard. She doesn't want to leave Serena, but she knows Serena doesn't and won't want to take her to the art museum; it's not a Serena sort of thing. It's a Blair sort of thing, a Dan sort of thing, the sort of thing they can go to together and be dorks and act smart and nobody cares.
"Blair?" she hears Dan ask through the phone. "Are you there?"
She snaps back to life, feeling Serena's eyes trained on her and hearing the static as Dan awaits her answer. "Can I take a rain-check?" she asks slowly, apologetically. "I really want to, but... I can't right now. Maybe Saturday?"
"Yeah, that's fine," Dan says back, and Blair feels herself smile. He's just easy to get along with, easygoing and laid back. He doesn't expect Blair to be perfect, to be what everybody else expects her to be. He doesn't treat her like she's better than him, and because of that, she's not.
"What did he want?" Serena asks after they hang up.
"He asked if I wanted to go to the art museum."
Serena says nothing for a minute. "You could have went," she replies quietly.
"I didn't want to," responds Blair, shrugging.
"Yes," protests Serena, "yes, you did. And you could have. Just cuz we've...established something now, doesn't mean you can't hang out with Dan."
Blair sighs, staring blankly at the TV before she squeezes Serena's hand on her stomach. "I know," she says softly. "I know, I just...I'm really sorry, S. But..."
"You like him don't you." It's not a question, and it doesn't need to be. Blair sighs again, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Serena doesn't sound mad, but she doesn't sound particularly happy either.
"I..."
"It's okay, B," Serena reassures her, her hand returning to run softly through Blair's hair. "I promise. I...me and Dan are over. And despite what was said before...you like him. And I should be okay with you liking him. So I am."
"I just like him a little," Blair stresses, trying to make Serena see that her affection for Dan is nowhere near the affection she feels for the blonde. "Not even enough to date him. Just a little more than a friend, but not quite romantic." She stares straight ahead, feeling the heat rise to her face as she thinks about the fact that she kind of a little likes Dan Humphrey. "I just...I like that he's smart. I like how he doesn't judge me. He doesn't expect me to be some perfect, queen bee like everybody else does. He's just...simple. Just Humphrey. And I'm just Blair."
"And I'm just Serena," Serena laughs into Blair's hair, and the brunette smiles. "I get it, B."
"I can go with him some other day," rationalizes Blair, squirming back against Serena even more, so she's completely pressed up against the blonde's length. "I wanna stay here with you."
"Oh thank you, queen," Serena says loudly, jokingly, laughing as Blair laughs with her. She leans so she can bring her lips to Blair's cheek, tickling Blair's stomach lightly. She smiles as the brunette squirms. "Thank you for being "just Blair" with me today." Serena's voice turns slightly more throaty as Blair's ass presses against her center while the brunette is wiggling. She feels her body press forward more firmly without her permission. She clears her throat. She had not meant to do that.
"So what are you going to do about Nate?" asks Blair, resisting the urge to smirk as she notices Serena's hips involuntary buck into her.
"Break up with him," Serena answers immediately, wrapping an arm tighter across Blair's stomach.
"You don't have to, S," protests Blair. It's not fair for her to kind of a little like Dan and for Serena to have to break up with Nate.
"B. I want to." She leans forward, taking Blair's cheek and turning the brunette's head towards hers. Chocolate eyes meet blue ones and Serena smiles. She kisses Blair softly, slowly, like she's a treasure to have and Serena wants to savor her as well as she can. Blair decides she likes it.
"I like Nate," Serena admits, her soft lips brushing against Blair's. "But I love you."
"You're a sap," Blair says against Serena's lips, and the blonde feels her smile. "Makes me sick."
"Oh yeah?" Serena laughs, rolling so she's straddling Blair, pressing both hands against her shoulders to hold her down. "You make me sick." She leans down and brushes her nose against Blair's in a purposeful, sickeningly sweet manner. "Lovesick."
"Ew!" laughs Blair, never one for corny, gross, romantic jokes. She'd never been that way with Nate, and certainly not with Chuck. But this thing with Serena...it's funny and cheesy and she likes it. "Get off!"
Serena doesn't, slim fingers once against returning to tickle Blair's flat stomach. She knows it's a weakness. She can't resist smiling as she watches Blair laugh grandly, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. It's rare that anyone, even Serena, sees Blair with her guard down. These moments of playfulness and joy are things to be treasured. She can only hope that they happen more often now that they're relationship is different.
"You're not my queen Blair," she says loudly, resisting the urge to laugh. "I don't do what you say. You're just Blair, and I'm just Serena, and that's just the way you want it, right?" she mocks jokingly. She presses her face into the crook of Blair's neck, her coconut scented shampoo causing an odd tingle in the blonde's lower stomach. She nips at Blair's neck.
"You're a goofball," says Blair affectionately.
Serena pulls her head away from Blair, staring down at her. "Name calling. Minus 1 point."
"Minus 1 point from what?" Blair laughs.
"Oh, when the day comes, Waldorf, you'll know," Serena replies mysteriously. She leans back, completely away from Blair, and isn't able to stop her eyes from quickly flickering down Blair's upper body and back up to her perfect face. "And trust me, you do not want points to be taken away," she says suggestively, and Blair knows she's talking about sex, or something of the sort. "Only added."
"Did you just check me out?" Blair giggles, rolling her eyes and scrunching her button nose like she's disgusted. "The first time I'm not even wearing a bra and you can't stop your eyes from wandering. Perv."
Serena smiles distractedly, eyes inadvertently focusing more intently after learning this new information. Blair's top is black and relatively plain, and Serena can't tell that she's not wearing a bra but now that she knows she's not, Blair's breasts just look different.
Blair reaches for Serena's hand, dragging it slowly up her lean body and depositing it on the breast that Serena seemingly can't stop ogling. Serena blinks when she realizes this, hand sliding away to Blair's shoulder.
"Sorry," she says, eyes snapping to meet Blair's abashedly. "I didn't mean-"
"I want you to," Blair insists, pushing Serena's hand back and biting her lip as the blonde hesitantly squeezes the mound. Blair directs Serena's hand under her blouse. She glances up and Serena's watching her with wide eyes, and Blair understands. She can't recall a time they've touched skin to skin, except for one. And that was in the beginning when she was confused and Serena was sad and everything they did they worked hard to forget the next day. It doesn't count. Their incident in the car was by far the most they had ever gone, and even then all the clothes remained on and all the hands remained over them.
Serena doesn't think she wants this to turn into sex. They're not ready, she's not ready. She wants to and she knows eventually they will, but not now. It has to be special. But under Blair's shirt it's so, so warm, and Serena just thinks she can feel the brunette's perfect breasts between her fingers forever. "Blair..."
"I know." Her hands remain over her shirt as she covers the hands working deliciously under it. "I know. I don't...we won't, I just..." Blair reaches up and slides her hands under Serena's top, cupping Serena's breasts as well and watching as the blonde closes her eyes briefly. "I just wanna touch you."
Serena lets her hands slip away from Blair's breasts, fingernails lightly running down Blair's stomach and making her shiver. She brings her hands to Blair's face, cupping it and kissing her deeply. She's felt enough for now, and so has Blair.
The brunette tangles her fingers in Serena's hair, pressing her face closer and her lips harder against her own. "Love you."
"You're being a little sappy," murmurs Serena after a second, breaking away and staring at Blair. The corners of her eyes crinkle as she grins.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me," Blair says, rolling her eyes and not quiet resisting the urge to smile. She rakes her fingernails down Serena's back, gripping the blonde's perfect ass.
"Assertiveness," Serena states nodding. "I like it. Plus 1."
Just as Serena is about to listen and press her lips to the glorious ones knows as Blair's, her phone rings.
"20 bucks it's Naaaate," sings Blair.
Serena furrows her brow, reaching towards the end table. "He said he was going to the gym or something." She glances at the screen. She doesn't say anything to Blair at first; she doesn't have 20 bucks.
"Could be an emergency," Blair says, noticing that Serena is reluctant to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe."
"Nate... I thought you were at the gym?" Serena says questioningly. She's a little agitated. She doesn't need him interrupting her right now.
"I was, but I just wasn't feeling it today. So I left early. Can I stop by?"
"Uh." Serena glances down at Blair, takes in her slightly swollen lips, tousled hair, half-lifted shirt exposing her stomach, and dark eyes that scream lust and beg for Serena to come back and taste her lips all night. "...No."
Nate's slightly taken aback, and in his silence Serena forces herself out of the horny daydream she's beginning to slip into. "You can't come over because..." She scrambles for an excuse and watches as Blair raises her eyebrows at her expectantly, waiting to see if she can come up with a good one. She decides to stick close enough to the truth. "Blair and I are having some bonding time. We got in a fight earlier and we need this."
"Oh...oh, okay. Just call me later." He's confused by her tone, by the obvious way that she's hiding something. But Nate's never one to pry; he prefers for things to stay simple and Serena knows this. If Serena doesn't want to tell him the truth about things, he believes there's nothing he can really do about it.
"Okay. Bye."
Blair pulls her back against her immediately. "Bonding time my ass," she smirks against the blonde's lips. "We're bonding, all right. My lips are "bonding" with yours."
"Sarcasm, minus 1," Serena says, raising an eyebrow.
"Shut up," Blair laughs into her mouth. Her stomach hurts from laughing and she feels like she can't stop smiling. This is not just Blair. This is Serena's Blair.
The way Blair kisses her makes Serena see stars and feel drunk, like everything's funny and happy and she can't focus on anything but Blair. And the delicious way that Blair tugs at her bottom lip makes her think that maybe she'll add plus 10 to Blair's score.