Fanfiction: Mexico [6/?]
Title: Mexico
Author: daydreaminchic
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Blake Lively/Leighton Meester
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Yes, they're mine. I'm rich and control their minds and bodies through a bad-ass machine my scientist sister invented. NOT. They're not mine, it's all just a big joke, please don't sue.
Teaser/Summary: Why on Earth would Penn and Blake have separate hotel rooms in Mexico if they are in this freaking country as a couple?
Part VI
“Drink some water” Leighton says and licks the wetness off her fingers. Blake obeys. She’s too gorgeous for her own good. “Now leave.” For my own good.
“Wait - what?” The blonde looks confused, almost hurt. Leighton’s expression is blank as she gets up and gets her own clothes. “I thought - we -”
(Leighton thinks Blake is breaking her heart slowly.)
“Well, you thought wrong. I’m done, and this is my suite. You may go back to yours.” Leighton gets dressed and leaves the room. This is too hard. She goes to the fridge to get some water. “You’re not sleeping here tonight.”
(She’s very aware she’s being a passive-aggressive bitch right now.)
The blonde shows up properly dressed. “Why are you doing this?” Because you’re going back to New York with Penn tomorrow. “I come, you won’t let me say a word, you fuck me -”
“Exactly. You come. And you already came, more than once.” Leighton answers bitterly. “Let’s not do complicated.” Please, let’s.
“I’m not your fucking toy, Leighton.” Blake gets closer. There is something dangerous about her tone of voice. “I’m. Not. Your. Fucking. Toy.” She kisses the brunette hard on the lips.
(There’s so much unsaid. They both know it.)
“So will you stop being such a bitch,” Blake presses her co-star against the wall. Ouch. The next second, those long fingers are opening Leighton’s pants. “And let me give you a proper orgasm?”
(Notice that Leighton hasn’t touched herself nor has let Blake touch her the entire time. She’s horny.)
“Fuck off,” she says when the blonde’s fingers are inside her, but it actually sounds like a moan. Horny bitch. “You. Should. Leave.” Her breath is short and her heart is racing. Blake’s biting her neck, and Leighton can do nothing besides grasping a fistful of hair with one hand and holding on to Blake’s shoulders with the other.
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Author: daydreaminchic
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Blake Lively/Leighton Meester
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Yes, they're mine. I'm rich and control their minds and bodies through a bad-ass machine my scientist sister invented. NOT. They're not mine, it's all just a big joke, please don't sue.
Teaser/Summary: Why on Earth would Penn and Blake have separate hotel rooms in Mexico if they are in this freaking country as a couple?
Part VI
“Drink some water” Leighton says and licks the wetness off her fingers. Blake obeys. She’s too gorgeous for her own good. “Now leave.” For my own good.
“Wait - what?” The blonde looks confused, almost hurt. Leighton’s expression is blank as she gets up and gets her own clothes. “I thought - we -”
(Leighton thinks Blake is breaking her heart slowly.)
“Well, you thought wrong. I’m done, and this is my suite. You may go back to yours.” Leighton gets dressed and leaves the room. This is too hard. She goes to the fridge to get some water. “You’re not sleeping here tonight.”
(She’s very aware she’s being a passive-aggressive bitch right now.)
The blonde shows up properly dressed. “Why are you doing this?” Because you’re going back to New York with Penn tomorrow. “I come, you won’t let me say a word, you fuck me -”
“Exactly. You come. And you already came, more than once.” Leighton answers bitterly. “Let’s not do complicated.” Please, let’s.
“I’m not your fucking toy, Leighton.” Blake gets closer. There is something dangerous about her tone of voice. “I’m. Not. Your. Fucking. Toy.” She kisses the brunette hard on the lips.
(There’s so much unsaid. They both know it.)
“So will you stop being such a bitch,” Blake presses her co-star against the wall. Ouch. The next second, those long fingers are opening Leighton’s pants. “And let me give you a proper orgasm?”
(Notice that Leighton hasn’t touched herself nor has let Blake touch her the entire time. She’s horny.)
“Fuck off,” she says when the blonde’s fingers are inside her, but it actually sounds like a moan. Horny bitch. “You. Should. Leave.” Her breath is short and her heart is racing. Blake’s biting her neck, and Leighton can do nothing besides grasping a fistful of hair with one hand and holding on to Blake’s shoulders with the other.
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