a nate archibald story

chapter eight

Chapter eight: B hates V

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Note: some lesbian action

Blair hates Vanessa. She hates her with every fiber of her being. Vanessa tried to kill Serena, slept with Chuck, and Nate, and Dan. Vanessa had no sense of style what so ever. Blair hates Vanessa Abrams. And yet she can't seem to push the raven haired girl away when she kisses her. Vanessa's lips are soft against her own and they taste like vanilla from her lip gloss. Blair had never particularly liked vanilla, she liked strawberry and chocolate but right now, for some unknown reason vanilla was the best thing Blair had ever tasted.

They were standing in Blair's room, both on shaky legs from too much alcohol. Why was she even drinking with Vanessa? Blair couldn't even remember. All she remembers is that they were arguing, Blair was saying something about Vanessa, that she doesn't belong here and then Vanessa had kissed her. Mostly to shut her up Blair assumed. She could hear people walk past her room, heard the clinging of glasses and laughs downstairs but she didn't care.

Vanessa stuck her tongue between her lips and s lid it against her own, she tasted like vodka now. Blair probably tasted like champagne but she couldn't focus on that right now because Vanessa's hands were roaming her body, and Blair mimicked her. It was different touching a woman, soft skin and curves, no heavy muscles or a hairy chest. Vanessa was smooth; her skin hot under Blair's touch and it turned her on even more.

They were stumbling toward the bed and fell on it in a mess of limbs, their lips never stopped touching. It should be weird Blair thought, having a girl, Vanessa no less, on top of her but for some reason it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Like she couldn't believe that she hadn't done this the whole time.

And then Vanessa's lips were on her neck, sucking and biting lightly and Blair couldn't help the little moan that escaped her lips. Vanessa gave her a satisfied smirk before continuing kissing down Blair's body. She was pulling on the zipper attached to the side of Blair's very beautiful, very expensive dress. Giving out a frustrated little noise when the zipper stuck Vanessa tugged harder which caused Blair to sit up straight.

"You are not ruining this dress." Vanessa rolled her eyes dramatically while Blair worked on the zipper. She was making everything so much harder for Blair when her lips fell on her neck once again. Blair's eyes fluttered closed, another moan left her lips.

"Just rip the damn thing." Vanessa whispered against her ear, "I'll pay for it."

Blair let out a little snort at that. "Yeah right. Like you could afford it Brooklyn."

Vanessa decided to once again shut her up by kissing her and Blair didn't really mind. The lip gloss that tasted like vanilla was now all kissed away and Blair decided that Vanessa's natural taste with the mix of vodka was even better. Their tongues were sliding against each other, teasing each other. When Vanessa pulled away Blair looked at her with confused eyes and Vanessa motioned toward the momentarily forgotten zipper. Deciding to take a risk Vanessa yanked on the zipper which finally made it come undone. Before Blair let out a shriek of anger Vanessa kissed her again and started to pull the dress down.

Blair was furious, she loved that dress! But when Vanessa's hands were at her hips and she was kissing the top of her breast all that anger disappeared and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. And once again she was surprised about how normal it felt to feel Vanessa's hand upon her body. Suddenly the warmth of Vanessa disappeared, Blair opened her eyes to see that Vanessa was on her knees dragging her own much less complicated summer dress over her head. Blair never wanted to admit it but Vanessa was stunning, tan skin, dark hair tangled and those piercing blue eyes. She had a simple lacy black bra and matching panties underneath and it all looked so right.