it's a god awful small affair | blair/carter | 409 words | R.
Mostly, he doesn't know what to say to her.
But it's not like she's much of a talker, her mouth busy with his mouth, chest, cock. She bites and licks and screams and only talks in the morning, and then only a little.
I hate you, she tells him in the morning.
He kisses her, once, to shut her up.
I don't need you, she tells him, on her way out of his hotel room, standing with one foot out the door, in a practiced pose, leaning on the doorway, hand on her hip in a manner trying to pass as casual.
I don't, I really don't, she repeats, as if he hasn't heard, as if he's not aware she'll be back. But he only gets to have her if he plays along, so naturally, it's what he does.
You don't, he replies. You don't need anyone.
(The worst part is, he means it. And she never does.)
It's all your fault, she says, thinks It's my fault, mine, but never says it. He's not sure what he's being blamed for, but it's ok, it really is. She can take it all out on
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UGHHH this is so great. So much of what's great between them is Carter's general no fucks given attitude and how that contrasts with how much Blair does care no matter what, and I think you did a good job of showing that.
Mostly, he doesn't know what to say to her.
But it's not like she's much of a talker, her mouth busy with his mouth, chest, cock. She bites and licks and screams and only talks in the morning, and then only a little.
I hate you, she tells him in the morning.
He kisses her, once, to shut her up.
I don't need you, she tells him, on her way out of his hotel room, standing with one foot out the door, in a practiced pose, leaning on the doorway, hand on her hip in a manner trying to pass as casual.
I don't, I really don't, she repeats, as if he hasn't heard, as if he's not aware she'll be back. But he only gets to have her if he plays along, so naturally, it's what he does.
You don't, he replies. You don't need anyone.
(The worst part is, he means it. And she never does.)
It's all your fault, she says, thinks It's my fault, mine, but never says it. He's not sure what he's being blamed for, but it's ok, it really is. She can take it all out on ( ... )
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