Two Bleighton Drabbles
I know, I know. Sigh. :D
Title: Blinded
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Blake Lively/Leighton Meester
Rating: NC17
Prompt: don't be scared
Leighton was fairly sure she didn't gasp when she felt the person standing behind her, but she did bring her hands up when the soft material was lowered over her eyes. "Shh," Blake whispered. "It's just me. Don't be scared." Her breath washed over Leighton's face, moving her hair ever so slightly. Leighton relaxed, Blake's hands firm and comforting on her shoulders. She knew what the blindfold was; the tie from Blake's Catholic schoolgirl uniform. Just the thought of it made her wet.
Blake slid her hands down Leighton's arms and then moved back up. She moved around to stand in front of Leighton. Leighton stood still; she knew her role in the game. Blake explored, running her hands down the front of Leighton's shirt. She undid one button and then, as if her interest faded, moved back down. She cupped Leighton's breasts and then dragged her fingernails down. Leighton trembled; that much was allowed in their game. Encouraged, even.
Blake moved her hands back up and undid two more buttons. Her hands pushed the halves of the shirt apart and touched the warm skin of Leighton's upper chest. Leighton knew that Blake was eyeing the lacy cups of her bra.
Leighton couldn't control her breathing as Blake undid more buttons. A second later and Blake stepped closer to push the shirt off Leighton's shoulders. The cuffs caught on Leighton's hands, but neither of them move to free her arms. "Tell me," Blake whispered.
Leighton swallowed hard. "I want it."
"What?"
"You. Your fingers. Inside of me."
Blake leaned in and kissed Leighton's lips. She held the contact and then pulled back, forcing Leighton to follow her, lips searching for the rest of the kiss. Blake put a hand in the middle of Leighton's chest and pushed her back, then skimmed her fingertips down over Leighton's breasts, her flat stomach, and then hooked in the waistband of her skirt. Leighton pressed her thighs together, chewing her bottom lip as Blake teased her.
Blake stepped closer. "I'm not going to put my fingers inside of you." Leighton whimpered and moved her hands forward. Her shirt, still tangled on her wrists, confined her movement, but she managed to grab Blake's hips. Blake pressed herself against Leighton, slipping one leg between Leighton's thighs. Blake put her hands on Leighton's ass, the fingers of her right hand laying across her left, and Leighton bent her knees. They rocked together, moving slowly, Blake's breath hot against Leighton's cheek.
Leighton's fingernails dug into Blake's hips as she panted, and Blake whispered dirty, sweet things into Leighton's hips as she rocked against Blake's thigh. Such a strong thigh, long and slender and oh, so smooth. She threw her head back and Blake kissed her throat, dragging her tongue up to kiss Leighton's chin.
"Come for me."
Leighton groaned.
"Come for me."
Leighton's muscles tightened and she folded against herself, shoulders hunched, and came. Blake kissed the blindfold, like butterfly kisses against eyelids, and slowly withdrew. She pulled Leighton's blouse back into place and let it hang unbuttoned from her shoulders. She tugged Leighton's skirt back down, and brushed her body against Leighton's arm as she walked behind her.
The knot in the tie was undone and the material fell away. It brushed over Leighton's face and then was gone.
Leighton turned at the waist and watched Blake disappear through the trailer door. She pressed her thighs together, clutching the two halves of her shirt to cover her chest, and then smiled wickedly.
Payback would be sweet.
Title: Reflections
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Blake Lively/Leighton Meester
Rating: NC17
Prompt: Mirror
She prefers Blake's trailer, even though hers is a little roomier. Blake tends to nest, which leads to a lot of little piles of stuff everywhere. But Blake has the one thing Leighton doesn't; a full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. She makes Blake stand in front of it, then stands behind Blake and teases her. She runs her hands over the smooth material of Blake's shirt, down to her hips, fingers extended to brush her skirt before moving back up. They keep eye contact in the mirror, staring at each other's reflections, Leighton smiling when Blake whimpers and her eyelids droop just a little. Leighton kisses her neck and uses two fingers, moving them like they're little legs out for a walk. She bunches up Blake's skirt, holding the material in her hand with her other two fingers, until Blake's panties are exposed. Leighton smells Blake's hair as she slips her other hand forward. One hand holding the skirt, the other brushing gently over her thigh, and then Blake moves her feet apart, just one step to each side, and Leighton cups her hand.
Blake presses back against her.
Leighton's fingers twist and pull the panties out of the way.
Blake reaches back, her hands skimming along Leighton's sides.
Leighton pushes her fingers inside.
Blake's hands find their way under Leighton's skirt and touches her.
Leighton sees Blake's face, red and redder, a blush creeping across the fair features as she leans back.
Blake's head is on Leighton's shoulder, her breasts rising and falling as she breaths harder, harder, and then she said, "Leighton..."
Leighton uses two fingers and her thumb and Blake comes. She stays in position, her hand working between Leighton's legs, until Leighton presses her face to Blake's neck and gasps her release.
And then they separate, and they rearrange their clothing, and they kiss - just once, like friends, on the corner of the mouths. Outside, in public, they pretend to be Just Friends, Really Close Friends, but their bodies never forget those moments in front of the mirror. Their bodies betray them, leaning close, touching whenever possible, hugging whenever it can be explained.
Their bodies betray them, but they don't mind. Every touch is just a prelude to the next break, the next time in front of the mirror.
Title: Blinded
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Blake Lively/Leighton Meester
Rating: NC17
Prompt: don't be scared
Leighton was fairly sure she didn't gasp when she felt the person standing behind her, but she did bring her hands up when the soft material was lowered over her eyes. "Shh," Blake whispered. "It's just me. Don't be scared." Her breath washed over Leighton's face, moving her hair ever so slightly. Leighton relaxed, Blake's hands firm and comforting on her shoulders. She knew what the blindfold was; the tie from Blake's Catholic schoolgirl uniform. Just the thought of it made her wet.
Blake slid her hands down Leighton's arms and then moved back up. She moved around to stand in front of Leighton. Leighton stood still; she knew her role in the game. Blake explored, running her hands down the front of Leighton's shirt. She undid one button and then, as if her interest faded, moved back down. She cupped Leighton's breasts and then dragged her fingernails down. Leighton trembled; that much was allowed in their game. Encouraged, even.
Blake moved her hands back up and undid two more buttons. Her hands pushed the halves of the shirt apart and touched the warm skin of Leighton's upper chest. Leighton knew that Blake was eyeing the lacy cups of her bra.
Leighton couldn't control her breathing as Blake undid more buttons. A second later and Blake stepped closer to push the shirt off Leighton's shoulders. The cuffs caught on Leighton's hands, but neither of them move to free her arms. "Tell me," Blake whispered.
Leighton swallowed hard. "I want it."
"What?"
"You. Your fingers. Inside of me."
Blake leaned in and kissed Leighton's lips. She held the contact and then pulled back, forcing Leighton to follow her, lips searching for the rest of the kiss. Blake put a hand in the middle of Leighton's chest and pushed her back, then skimmed her fingertips down over Leighton's breasts, her flat stomach, and then hooked in the waistband of her skirt. Leighton pressed her thighs together, chewing her bottom lip as Blake teased her.
Blake stepped closer. "I'm not going to put my fingers inside of you." Leighton whimpered and moved her hands forward. Her shirt, still tangled on her wrists, confined her movement, but she managed to grab Blake's hips. Blake pressed herself against Leighton, slipping one leg between Leighton's thighs. Blake put her hands on Leighton's ass, the fingers of her right hand laying across her left, and Leighton bent her knees. They rocked together, moving slowly, Blake's breath hot against Leighton's cheek.
Leighton's fingernails dug into Blake's hips as she panted, and Blake whispered dirty, sweet things into Leighton's hips as she rocked against Blake's thigh. Such a strong thigh, long and slender and oh, so smooth. She threw her head back and Blake kissed her throat, dragging her tongue up to kiss Leighton's chin.
"Come for me."
Leighton groaned.
"Come for me."
Leighton's muscles tightened and she folded against herself, shoulders hunched, and came. Blake kissed the blindfold, like butterfly kisses against eyelids, and slowly withdrew. She pulled Leighton's blouse back into place and let it hang unbuttoned from her shoulders. She tugged Leighton's skirt back down, and brushed her body against Leighton's arm as she walked behind her.
The knot in the tie was undone and the material fell away. It brushed over Leighton's face and then was gone.
Leighton turned at the waist and watched Blake disappear through the trailer door. She pressed her thighs together, clutching the two halves of her shirt to cover her chest, and then smiled wickedly.
Payback would be sweet.
Title: Reflections
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Blake Lively/Leighton Meester
Rating: NC17
Prompt: Mirror
She prefers Blake's trailer, even though hers is a little roomier. Blake tends to nest, which leads to a lot of little piles of stuff everywhere. But Blake has the one thing Leighton doesn't; a full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. She makes Blake stand in front of it, then stands behind Blake and teases her. She runs her hands over the smooth material of Blake's shirt, down to her hips, fingers extended to brush her skirt before moving back up. They keep eye contact in the mirror, staring at each other's reflections, Leighton smiling when Blake whimpers and her eyelids droop just a little. Leighton kisses her neck and uses two fingers, moving them like they're little legs out for a walk. She bunches up Blake's skirt, holding the material in her hand with her other two fingers, until Blake's panties are exposed. Leighton smells Blake's hair as she slips her other hand forward. One hand holding the skirt, the other brushing gently over her thigh, and then Blake moves her feet apart, just one step to each side, and Leighton cups her hand.
Blake presses back against her.
Leighton's fingers twist and pull the panties out of the way.
Blake reaches back, her hands skimming along Leighton's sides.
Leighton pushes her fingers inside.
Blake's hands find their way under Leighton's skirt and touches her.
Leighton sees Blake's face, red and redder, a blush creeping across the fair features as she leans back.
Blake's head is on Leighton's shoulder, her breasts rising and falling as she breaths harder, harder, and then she said, "Leighton..."
Leighton uses two fingers and her thumb and Blake comes. She stays in position, her hand working between Leighton's legs, until Leighton presses her face to Blake's neck and gasps her release.
And then they separate, and they rearrange their clothing, and they kiss - just once, like friends, on the corner of the mouths. Outside, in public, they pretend to be Just Friends, Really Close Friends, but their bodies never forget those moments in front of the mirror. Their bodies betray them, leaning close, touching whenever possible, hugging whenever it can be explained.
Their bodies betray them, but they don't mind. Every touch is just a prelude to the next break, the next time in front of the mirror.