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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Gossip_Girl
  Relationship:
      Blair_Waldorf/Serena_van_der_Woodsen
  Additional Tags:
      Semi-book_verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-14 Words: 1448
****** Four Times That Blair Often Tries To Forget, And One Time She Can’t
******
by GlitterDwarf
Summary
     Blair and Serena have been living together for almost a whole day in
     the Breakfast at Tiffany’s apartment before something happens.
Notes
     Note that a lot of the inspiration and characterization for this
     story comes from the book series and not necessarily the TV series.
                                     One.
“No, mouths go ‘pop!’” Serena exclaimed, throwing her still-fat, still-four-
year old arms into the air. Blair wiped her bangs out of her face and sighed.
Some people could just be so juvenile.
“Mouths go ‘slippery slide,’” Blair explained. She moved her now-slim hands
back and forth and made wet noises with her mouth. “Kind of like that.”
“Well let’s see,” Serena said, that mischievous look in her dark blue eyes.
Blair narrowed her own green eyes. Despite being barely-five, she was still
suspicious. Her mother had taught her well about that, especially when it came
to strangers. However, Serena’s eyes looked innocent and happy enough to break
Blair.
“Okay,” she finally conceded, shrugging her shoulders.
The two toddlers leaned forward, and, as their mouths met, Blair imagined how
silly the two of them looked, and especially how silly Serena’s little kid butt
probably looked in the child Juicy Couture her aunt had bought her.
Slippery slide, she thought, as their mouths met for three whole seconds.
And then, as their mouths parted, they popped.
 
                                     Two.
“Spin the bottle,” Chuck Bass whooped excitedly, throwing his arms around Kati
Farkas and Isabel Coates, the little whores. Blair narrowed her eyes at the
scene, thinking of all of the girls who were going to try and kiss Nate, her
Nate. Not that he was really “Her Nate,” as they were nine years old and nobody
really belonged to anybody, but still. He was the boy of her dreams and nobody
was going to take that away from her.
And so, for the sake of protecting her property, she sat in the circle with the
rest of her classmates and narrowed her eyes at every other girl.
“Chillax,” Serena whispered in Blair’s ear as she leaned back on her hands.
“Nobody will take Natey away from you.”
Blair sighed as Serena, once again, read her mind. Nobody but you, you whore,
she thought.
She watched for a few minutes as her classmates sloppily kissed each other,
with one couple even ending up having to play Seven Minutes In Heaven as the
bottle chose both of them to kiss three times.
Finally, Chuck spun the bottle and reached out to make it stop on Serena,
making everybody laugh. Serena laughed and shrugged, leaned forward and kissed
Chuck on the cheek. Before he could protest, she spun the bottle lazily.
Blair’s heart stopped.
It landed on Nate.
Before Nate could move, Blair launched herself at Serena, kissing her square on
the lips. Serena giggled against Blair’s lips and threw her arms around her
best friend, then ran her tongue against the seam of Blair’s lips.
Blair jumped backwards and smiled shakily as the entire circle stared at the
two girls. She only shrugged and pointed at the bottle.
“It’s pointed at me, right?” she said in the way that made everybody scared.
Chuck laughed nervously and stuffed a pillow in his crotch.
Gross.
 
                                    Three.
The first time Serena and Blair got drunk together they were twelve years old,
and nothing of particular consequence happened. Much like any other night, the
two girls had just stayed up watching old movies starring Audrey Hepburn and
planned their weddings, Blair knowing full well that both of them were
imagining marrying Nate but trying to ignore this fact. They continued to get
drunk on many weekends after this, especially with Nate, and especially without
their parents being in the city. They were enjoying being young and carefree,
and besides, Blair loved saying “fuck it” to the world.
That’s why, by the time they were fourteen, Blair didn’t worry about getting
drunk with Serena. However, this was a rare night when Nate wasn’t around, and
an even rarer night because the lights had gone out in the entirety of Serena’s
house.
The two ended up huddled together under a blanket with a flashlight like
fucking six year olds, trying to come up with even more interesting stories to
tell each other, stories the newly-formed Gossip Girl would love to hear, they
were certain.
That is, until Serena put her hand on Blair’s leg and moved it closer and
closer to her thigh.
“What the fuck are you doing,” Blair started to ask, before she was quickly
silenced by Serena’s mouth on hers.
“Just bored,” Serena explained through kisses. Before long, Blair was covered
by Serena’s body, their long limbs entwined, as Serena kissed lower and lower
down Blair’s body.
“I can’t breathe,” Blair suddenly realized, and she threw the blanket off of
their bodies. Which is when they realized that the lights were back on.
They didn’t speak of that night for a few years to come.
 
 
                                     Four.
And then there was, of course, that night in the hot tub.
 
                                     Five.
And then, finally.
Blair and Serena have been living together for almost a whole day in the
Breakfast at Tiffany’s apartment before something happens. Not that Blair was
unaware that something would happen; as much as she loves Serena, which she
does despite everything she fucking wants to do, she knows consciously that she
and Serena cannot share a living space without something happening.
Which is why they start to argue. It begins about that cute boy that lives
there in the apartment building, the one who helped Blair to move in. It turns
into a fight about the fact that Serena took her dream job playing Holly
Golightly, no matter if the movie is going to be the lamest thing in the entire
world because, seriously, Ken Mogul? That has to be doomed to fail. And then
there is the fact that Serena has taken everything that Blair has ever wanted,
and even if it ended up showing Blair that she didn’t really want it it’s the
principal of the matter is the thing. And then there is the fact that Serena is
kissing Blair square on the lips, and all of the memories that she’s been
hiding punch Blair right in the face, right in the mouth, and suddenly Blair
can’t remember what they were arguing about because, well, she is definitely
about to lose her virginity in a big way and it’s not to Nate and it’s not to
Lord Marcus Beaton-Rhodes and it’s not to whatever that cute guy’s name is it’s
to Serena Fucking Van der Woodsen and suddenly everything makes sense except
this has to be my desperation in action except maybe not completely.
Serena pushes Blair up against the kitchen counter. Blair gives way under the
taller girl, allowing herself to be picked up and placed her on top of the
counter, Serena's hot fingers digging into Blair’s skin in a way that makes her
want to growl (and who knew she was such a sex panther, or something like that
and fuck her brain is melting because Serena just took one of those hot fingers
and slipped it underneath Blair’s La Perla underwear and she’s just so fucking
happy because damn fuck shit that feels good). Blair squirms under Serena, who
is rubbing against Blair’s clit softly, slowly with her thumb and kissing
Blair’s neck just as softly, slowly, making Blair’s brain go on overdrive mode.
She squeezes her eyes shut and stars busts before her, right as Serena takes
one of her long (thankfuckingGodsolong) fingers and slips it inside Blair.
Suddenly, Blair is clinging and clawing against Serena’s back, moaning like
some wanton whore who she definitely is not but who she thinks that, in the
future, she could dress like if it would make Serena happy and make Serena do
that thing she’s doing right now with her fingers. She tries to focus on the
feeling, and how Serena now has two fingers inside Blair and is curling her
fingers upward slightly to hit that spot that makes Blair see stars even
without her eyes being shut.
Blair’s pressed hard back against the cabinet, that cabinet that she recognizes
so well from watching the movie so much, pressed back so hard because Serena
has one hand on Blair’s breast, which Blair did not even realize was outside of
her dress until now. Serena is cupping and squeezing ever so slightly, and it’s
so fucking erotic. Blair finally looks into Serena’s eyes then, though, and
almost climaxes immediately from the look on Serena’s face. Serena’s eyes are
so dark and, well, gorgeous, her mouth is parted slightly, and she has this
look on her face like she’ll break if Blair doesn’t let her do this anymore, or
if they aren’t friends anymore, or something like that.
And Blair, thinking about the power of it all, arches her back and is pushed
right over the edge.
And then.
Finally.
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