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Dearest f-list. I have a favour to ask all of you.
I've written something and I dont know where to post it. It's rpf. Ed/Leighton rpf to be specific. Have you any reccomendations? Will Gossip Girl sites allow it?
For those of you who didnt catch it earlier, I introduced myself and declared my intenitons towards this journal and all of you in the post directly preceeding this one. I'd love it if you read that. Please?
I'm the sort of person that would really like to get to know all her lj friends and this wont work until we all introduce ourselves and talk things over, non?
title: fuck you and the horse you rode in on
type: rpf
pairing: ed/leighton, leighton/sebastian
rating: mild r
It’s one of those days again.
One of those horrid, messed-up, wonderful days where Chuck and Blair attempt to get it on. If Leighton were honest it herself she’d admit that she was almost dying with anticipation but honesty has never been a strong suit so she lies through her teeth and wrinkles her nose as she climbs into bed with him.
An awkward giggle. He flashes her a brief smile and squeezes her hand in warning before climbing atop her and leaning in for a kiss.
Her blood is spiked with the electricity of his touch- she shivers, he smirks and she’s having trouble telling where Chuck ends and Ed begins because he’s got it all just right- lopsided grin, lecherous gaze and swift, wicked, skilled fingers.
She glares at him with something akin to anger when he pulls his mouth back and is fairly sure that it’s red, angry, frustrated sex that’s dotting her cheeks. Bass-ta-but she stops herself. She is not Blair Waldorf and she has no claim whatsoever on the man standing before her, sheepish grin intact as he brushes his hair back- acting for all the world, like he didn’t take advantage of the situation and stick his tongue down her throat.
Bastard and she’s allowed to think it now, especially when his fingers brush her side as he leaves the room, a murmured sorry directed to her taut nipples and she wants to slap the smile of his face.
*
Here’s the thing. Leighton actually does like Sebastian.
He’s devilishly handsome, he buys her the decaf caramel macchiatos that she loves on weekends, he walks her dog three days a week and he does that thing with his mouth when they- well, he’s just about as perfect as a guy gets.
He isn’t Ed, though. It’s wrong for this to bother her.
*
She tries to put it out of her mind. She tries to forget about pretty-haired boys with cute British accents and touches that cause her spine to tremble and she tries not to like the way he calls her Meester with so intimate a grin that it can’t possibly be formal.
She’s a good enough liar to win this battle but Westwick isn’t helping. He waits a day after shooting ends before catching her in a dark alley and pressing his lips to hers.
And damn it. She’ s only just realized he was holding back on her all along. Chuck’s lips might caress but Ed’s kisses ravish, reaching through mere boundaries of cloth and skin and flesh to tug her heart all the way up to him.
Her backs against a wall at this point and his hand on her thigh. She doesn’t even attempt to stop it and proves once and for all that she’s far stupider than Blair Waldorf would ever be.
*
It’s secret, thrilling and wrong and all of these words are so ridiculously appropriate that she laughs out loud when he locks the door behind him. They’re filming on location, an opera house in New York. It’s one of those rare episodes where there characters don’t even share a glance but it makes perfect sense for him to whisk her away to the coat closet for a quickie.
She smells Chuck’s expensive cologne and Ed’s own heady scent mingled together and when he corners her against the door, her head falls back in ecstasy and he uses the moment of weakness to pull up her dress.
He thrusts into her like this is what he was born to do and she thinks he just might be because he knows when the moans are coming and clamps his mouth down on hers just in time.
He leaves first, wicked grin wiped off his lips because he has to go “rescue” Lily van der Woodsen and Leighton turns to the mirror straightening her dress and arranging her dress with a practiced eye.
It takes her all of two seconds to clean up and she’s gotten so good at this that it scares her. She glares at herself in the mirror. Oh, shit.
She’s having an affair with Ed-fucking-Westwick.
She’s going to kill him when he gets back.
*
They’ve been fucking for three months before they finally “get a room”.
She’s ashamed to say how much better it is on a bed, as she leans against the head board, taking long slow drags on her cigarette and his mouth presses hot wet kisses on her stomach.
She wishes she felt guilty but neither of them can work up the energy, not when there are perfectly good ways to use their time together and she won’t dump Stan. Not yet anyway because there isn’t any reason to. Ed has his own life- his own ideas and his own girlfriend and she doesn’t want to take that away from him.
This is quite enough on most days because she isn’t a demanding ice queen, she’s just a heartless bitch who couldn’t care less and he isn’t a Scotch drinking playboy. He’ll drink red wine with her after sex and Jessica, he thinks, never needs to know.
She still hates him. She never had to fake moans with Sebastian before he laid his hands on her.
*
It’s the show’s third season finale and it ends with a Archibald-Waldorf wedding. It’s frightening how fast the tears come to her when Blair and Chuck share their last kiss but she puts it out of her mind and revels in the glow of her first wedding dress.
It may be a mock wedding but the Vera Wang creation is a beauty to behold, laced all the way down the back and frothing at the hem. She feels like an exquisite dessert, waiting to be spooned up and savored and Ed’s dark eyes are eating away at her constraint.
The “ceremony” is a true Upper East Side affair and she wonders how longer character’s happy ending will last as she traipses out of the church, Chace’s arms holding her fast around the waist.
It isn’t till later, when she’s curled up in bed with Sebastian’s arm draped over her that it occurs to her.
Blair and Chuck are going to have an affair, aren’t they?
This has bad karma written all over it.