Fic: Safe In Waiting Arms (Blake/Leighton RPF)
NOTE: Because they're too cute not to include an eye-sex photo and because this be my first Bleighton fic yay.
Title: Safe In Waiting Arms
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blake/Leighton
Spoilers: none
Summary: Leighton's tired.
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Leighton stumbles in through the trailer door, legs refusing to cooperate, eyes closing so quickly that she has to reach out and steady herself against a wall. She’s grateful when she finds herself being wrapped up in a hug that’s so protective and familiar and welcoming. She can’t help but nuzzle in close, breathing the summery scent as her hands link around a slim waist.
“Hey,” Blake laughs when Leighton lets out the hugest, loudest yawn she's ever seen.
“Hi,” the short brunette doesn't want to move and insists on standing there with her head buried in Blake’s neck while warm gusts of breeze sweep in through the still-open door.
After a few minutes, Blake pulls away gently and tilts her head to the side to look at Leighton who’s practically swaying from exhaustion. She strokes her cheek in that comforting way of hers and Leighton’s brown eyes immediately flutter open, a small smile tugging on her lips.
Blake leans in close, waiting for Leighton to finish the distance and her heart finally stops skipping when the brunette presses soft, rosy lips to her own, unhurried and tender but still firm enough, making sure Blake knows she’s special.
“Sleepy,” she whispers as if the taller girl hadn’t already figured this out.
“I know sweetie,” the blonde nudges the trailer door shut with her foot and takes Leighton’s hands so she can pull them towards the bed.
Once Leighton’s slumped on top of the sheets and has clumsily kicked off her Manolos half-way across the trailer, she stretches her arms up like a little kid, pouting for a hug. Blake obliges without a second’s hesitation; lies on top of her co-star and gathers her up in her arms.
“You might want to get changed,” she points out kindly but she doesn’t want to disturb the serene look on her girlfriend’s face. Leighton sighs and scrunches up her nose adorably and that’s all she needs to do for Blake to shut up and just hold her.
“Blakey?”
Blake chuckles. She feels hands clutching to her shirt.
“Yep?”
Leighton doesn’t reply. Instead, she rests her head underneath Blake’s chin where she knows she can take refuge, and hopes Blake will run lazy fingers across her back without being told to.
Naturally, moments later she feels patterns being mapped out underneath her silk top, whispering over her warm skin. She mumbles words that Blake doesn’t understand but which sound an awful lot like something along the lines of ‘I love you’.
“I love you too Leight,” she assures. She’s not sure if Leighton hears her because her breathing’s already evened out and her mouth’s pressing to the side of her neck as she begins to snore lightly. “Never mind,” Blake smiles wide and pulls the covers over them. She’s more than happy to tell her again in the morning.
Title: Safe In Waiting Arms
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blake/Leighton
Spoilers: none
Summary: Leighton's tired.
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Leighton stumbles in through the trailer door, legs refusing to cooperate, eyes closing so quickly that she has to reach out and steady herself against a wall. She’s grateful when she finds herself being wrapped up in a hug that’s so protective and familiar and welcoming. She can’t help but nuzzle in close, breathing the summery scent as her hands link around a slim waist.
“Hey,” Blake laughs when Leighton lets out the hugest, loudest yawn she's ever seen.
“Hi,” the short brunette doesn't want to move and insists on standing there with her head buried in Blake’s neck while warm gusts of breeze sweep in through the still-open door.
After a few minutes, Blake pulls away gently and tilts her head to the side to look at Leighton who’s practically swaying from exhaustion. She strokes her cheek in that comforting way of hers and Leighton’s brown eyes immediately flutter open, a small smile tugging on her lips.
Blake leans in close, waiting for Leighton to finish the distance and her heart finally stops skipping when the brunette presses soft, rosy lips to her own, unhurried and tender but still firm enough, making sure Blake knows she’s special.
“Sleepy,” she whispers as if the taller girl hadn’t already figured this out.
“I know sweetie,” the blonde nudges the trailer door shut with her foot and takes Leighton’s hands so she can pull them towards the bed.
Once Leighton’s slumped on top of the sheets and has clumsily kicked off her Manolos half-way across the trailer, she stretches her arms up like a little kid, pouting for a hug. Blake obliges without a second’s hesitation; lies on top of her co-star and gathers her up in her arms.
“You might want to get changed,” she points out kindly but she doesn’t want to disturb the serene look on her girlfriend’s face. Leighton sighs and scrunches up her nose adorably and that’s all she needs to do for Blake to shut up and just hold her.
“Blakey?”
Blake chuckles. She feels hands clutching to her shirt.
“Yep?”
Leighton doesn’t reply. Instead, she rests her head underneath Blake’s chin where she knows she can take refuge, and hopes Blake will run lazy fingers across her back without being told to.
Naturally, moments later she feels patterns being mapped out underneath her silk top, whispering over her warm skin. She mumbles words that Blake doesn’t understand but which sound an awful lot like something along the lines of ‘I love you’.
“I love you too Leight,” she assures. She’s not sure if Leighton hears her because her breathing’s already evened out and her mouth’s pressing to the side of her neck as she begins to snore lightly. “Never mind,” Blake smiles wide and pulls the covers over them. She’s more than happy to tell her again in the morning.