Title: Dressing Room

Author: Anna-Molly

Pairing: Serena/Blair (Waldsen)

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything!

Spoilers: None

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“It’s stunning B,” Serena says, watching as Blair twirls in front of the dressing room mirror. She had said the exact same thing about the last six dresses Blair had tried on.

“Could you be any less enthusiastic?” Blair asks, meeting her girlfriend’s gaze in the mirror. Serena sighs, moving to embrace her girlfriend from behind.

“Really, it’s stunning B,” she repeats, holding Blair’s gaze in the mirror as she starts at Blair’s exposed shoulders, running her fingertips down the brunette’s arms until her hands are resting upon Blair’s.

“Yes, well, as my girlfriend, you are obligated to say that,” Blair says, shaking off the shiver that jolts up her spine as a direct result of Serena’s feather-like touch.  

Serena shrugs.

“That may be true,” She says, sweeping Blair’s hair off of her shoulder and placing a quick kiss there. “But as your best friend, I’m obligated to be painfully honest and the cold, hard, painful truth is that you, Blair Waldorf, look absolutely gorgeously stunning every second of every day no matter what you wear,”  She states, brushing her lips softly against Blair’s cheek.

“That was definitely more of a girlfriend thing to say than a best friend thing,” Blair says with a sigh because Serena is being absolutely no help at all right now, in fact, if anything she’s being detrimental because her strategically placed kisses and feather-light touches are just really, really distracting and they only have a few more hours before her mother’s gala.

Serena shrugs again.

“I can’t help it,” She says, her lips brushing against a choice spot on Blair’s neck. “I just happen to be your best friend who is hopelessly in love with you,”

Blair’s expression softens at this and she turns to face the blonde, her lips seeking and finding the cushion of Serena’s lips. It was meant to be a chaste kiss, but as the blonde swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, Blair really can’t help but to part her lips allowing Serena entrance to the velvety depths of her mouth and when Serena finally pulls back breathlessly, Blair instinctively tips her head back against the full length mirror that her back is now resting against and allows Serena access to the sensitive flesh of her delicately structured neck.

It isn’t until Serena’s fingertips start stroking Blair’s thigh that she realizes this situation is getting out of hand, very, very quickly.

“S,” Blair says, swallowing hard as the syllable comes out as a husky moan. God, it was kinda pitiful how Serena could turn her into a moaning, writhing mess in a matter of minutes. “S!” She tries again when Serena’s fingertips only inch further up her thigh, dangerously close to where she really wants them to be, just not at this very moment. “If we do this right now, then I’m not going to have time to try on the rest of the dresses and then I’m just going to have to buy all of them and you’re going to have to help me pick out which one I want to wear later with mere minutes to spare until the party, is that what you want S?” She manages to ask, although her words are choked out between moans and pants of breath as Serena slips her fingers back and forth over her panty-clad center.

Serena smiles against the flesh of Blair’s clavicle as her fingers slip past the material barrier and into wet heat. It was pretty fair to say that as difficult as ‘unprepared for a party’ Blair would be to deal with later; she wants Blair so much right now that she really couldn’t care less.  

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Spotted: S & B walking down Madison Ave with S carrying bags that I highly doubt were full of goodies for her. Did S really think that because she was B’s best friend, she’d be impervious to bag carrying duties? This is Blair Waldorf we’re talking about after all but then again this is also Serena van der Woodsen we’re talking about so we can only wonder what perks she’s getting for being B’s lackey for the day.

The End!