psychobabble all upon your lips
Dan/Georgina. 774 words. PG13.
Summary: She presses a finger to his lips and instructs him to please shut up though Dan's pretty certain he hadn't been saying anything.
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Georgina's nails shine green-gold in the half-light. She presses a finger to his lips and instructs him to please shut up though Dan's pretty certain he hadn't been saying anything.
They're stuck together while the city's buried under snow. Dan watches it through the window above Georgina's bed, curtains pinned back to let the wintery light settle over them in a cold silver spotlight. Georgina is paler than ever under its glow, black panties cutting sharply across white skin.
Georgina wears a lot of rings, silver cluttering her fingers, but her wedding ring's the showiest, a big square diamond surrounded by smaller glittering stones. Dan is indifferent to her ring as he is indifferent to her husband; it has little bearing on his life, in the end. Still, he doesn't have to see it; Dan takes her hand and twists it up, pins it to the pillow, leans down to press his mouth to her stomach.
"Did you," her voice is breathless, "write the next chapter?"
Dan pulls back. "We have to talk about that now?"
"Darling, if I don't remind you while I've got your attention, you'll never do it."
"I survived just fine before I had you to micromanage me," he grumbles.
She gives him a condescendingly indulgent look. "It's cute that you think that."
Dan rolls his eyes and kisses her just so she'll stop talking. There's nothing to do - nothing else to do - and Dan is tired, Dan is bored, Dan is running out of girls in Manhattan to go home with. He's not really a drinker or a smoker (though he's considering picking up one or the other), never got accustomed to drugs, so all he really has right now is moping and sex. And Georgina's the only girl who doesn't care who he's thinking of, or if he's thinking at all.
Blair got married again almost a month ago, and he and Serena parted ways not long after. Since then Dan has started a new book but every word is labored and without feeling.
Georgina yanks sharply on his hair. "You know I hate it when you think during."
"My apologies," he says dryly. They peel away remaining clothes and kick away blankets; gooseflesh raises in the chill air emanating from the windowpane and Dan watches the snow fall while he fucks Georgina. Snow always makes him think of Serena so he presses his face into Georgina's neck and stops thinking.
They roll around a few more times over the course of the afternoon until Georgina declares herself starving and pushes him forcibly out of bed to go cook for her. She can't make anything except black coffee, and even that poorly, but she likes to watch him. She tugs her panties back on and slips her arms through a black and white kimono that trails on the ground, leaves it open unselfconsciously. A silver necklace hangs between her breasts, a tiny delicate charm dangling from it.
Georgina doesn't leave him alone, ever. Her hands are always on his waist, on his wrists; she leans her head on his shoulder, her quick gray eyes taking in every move he makes.
"You're making me nervous," he says. ("Good," she says.) "I'm going to cut my finger off or something."
Georgina's arms snake around him and she presses close to his back. Her fingers traipse over his stomach. "You'll have to be very, very careful then, won't you? I'd hate to see you –" She tilts up to nip sharply at his earlobe and Dan almost does slice his finger. "Damaged."
"Too late," he says, and she snorts, releasing him as quickly as she'd wrapped herself around him. He breathes a silent sigh of relief.
"Not that I don't find your self-pity terribly amusing," she pushes to sit up on the counter, "But don't you think it's getting rather old?"
Dan turns the stove on. "Am I supposed to be sorry about that?" he says. "Shake it off and be suddenly fine?"
Georgina shrugs, looking bored already. "You might want to put a new emotion in the rotation at least, darling."
"Don't call me that, I hate that."
She reaches out to bury a hand in his hair, fingers tightening. "All I'm saying is the misery thing was sexy at first but now I'm bored."
He pulls away from her. "And we know that's all that matters."
She smiles sharply. "Exactly. Come here."
"I'll burn your food," he warns, but comes closer, standing between her knees. "The whole building'll burn down."
She puts her arms tightly around his neck. "Good," she says. "It's too cold in here anyway."
Dan/Georgina. 774 words. PG13.
Summary: She presses a finger to his lips and instructs him to please shut up though Dan's pretty certain he hadn't been saying anything.
Note: For
dae_dreemer!
Georgina's nails shine green-gold in the half-light. She presses a finger to his lips and instructs him to please shut up though Dan's pretty certain he hadn't been saying anything.
They're stuck together while the city's buried under snow. Dan watches it through the window above Georgina's bed, curtains pinned back to let the wintery light settle over them in a cold silver spotlight. Georgina is paler than ever under its glow, black panties cutting sharply across white skin.
Georgina wears a lot of rings, silver cluttering her fingers, but her wedding ring's the showiest, a big square diamond surrounded by smaller glittering stones. Dan is indifferent to her ring as he is indifferent to her husband; it has little bearing on his life, in the end. Still, he doesn't have to see it; Dan takes her hand and twists it up, pins it to the pillow, leans down to press his mouth to her stomach.
"Did you," her voice is breathless, "write the next chapter?"
Dan pulls back. "We have to talk about that now?"
"Darling, if I don't remind you while I've got your attention, you'll never do it."
"I survived just fine before I had you to micromanage me," he grumbles.
She gives him a condescendingly indulgent look. "It's cute that you think that."
Dan rolls his eyes and kisses her just so she'll stop talking. There's nothing to do - nothing else to do - and Dan is tired, Dan is bored, Dan is running out of girls in Manhattan to go home with. He's not really a drinker or a smoker (though he's considering picking up one or the other), never got accustomed to drugs, so all he really has right now is moping and sex. And Georgina's the only girl who doesn't care who he's thinking of, or if he's thinking at all.
Blair got married again almost a month ago, and he and Serena parted ways not long after. Since then Dan has started a new book but every word is labored and without feeling.
Georgina yanks sharply on his hair. "You know I hate it when you think during."
"My apologies," he says dryly. They peel away remaining clothes and kick away blankets; gooseflesh raises in the chill air emanating from the windowpane and Dan watches the snow fall while he fucks Georgina. Snow always makes him think of Serena so he presses his face into Georgina's neck and stops thinking.
They roll around a few more times over the course of the afternoon until Georgina declares herself starving and pushes him forcibly out of bed to go cook for her. She can't make anything except black coffee, and even that poorly, but she likes to watch him. She tugs her panties back on and slips her arms through a black and white kimono that trails on the ground, leaves it open unselfconsciously. A silver necklace hangs between her breasts, a tiny delicate charm dangling from it.
Georgina doesn't leave him alone, ever. Her hands are always on his waist, on his wrists; she leans her head on his shoulder, her quick gray eyes taking in every move he makes.
"You're making me nervous," he says. ("Good," she says.) "I'm going to cut my finger off or something."
Georgina's arms snake around him and she presses close to his back. Her fingers traipse over his stomach. "You'll have to be very, very careful then, won't you? I'd hate to see you –" She tilts up to nip sharply at his earlobe and Dan almost does slice his finger. "Damaged."
"Too late," he says, and she snorts, releasing him as quickly as she'd wrapped herself around him. He breathes a silent sigh of relief.
"Not that I don't find your self-pity terribly amusing," she pushes to sit up on the counter, "But don't you think it's getting rather old?"
Dan turns the stove on. "Am I supposed to be sorry about that?" he says. "Shake it off and be suddenly fine?"
Georgina shrugs, looking bored already. "You might want to put a new emotion in the rotation at least, darling."
"Don't call me that, I hate that."
She reaches out to bury a hand in his hair, fingers tightening. "All I'm saying is the misery thing was sexy at first but now I'm bored."
He pulls away from her. "And we know that's all that matters."
She smiles sharply. "Exactly. Come here."
"I'll burn your food," he warns, but comes closer, standing between her knees. "The whole building'll burn down."
She puts her arms tightly around his neck. "Good," she says. "It's too cold in here anyway."