βYou shouldβve heard yourself last night.β / twin this is from august to blair mwuah
SUBJECT: about last night meme NOTIFY: @runningfars CONCERNING: august fraiser
she wakes up on the floor of her home office, and knows IMMEDIATELY that she has made a mistake. and not the kind you can easily get over, as she gingerly unwound herself from the man that had his arm around her waist, the one that had... wait... was that a bite mark on her hip? her expression tearing with a sense of incredulity as blair's extracting herself from the mess there that they've made of themselves, upset with how the truth expended itself so messy over them both. because when she took a pause to confirm the worst, she found it there waiting for her.
it's AUGUST FRAISER. because of course it was.
they'd spent the last few weeks grinding out his contract. the way both he, and his legal team, made things so fucking annoying for her was not lost on her. the arrogance of him, the sheer amount of loser energy made her want to fucking strangle him. too bad that the moment the signature was landed, and she'd rather disdainfully tipped her glass to his, when suddenly she can taste him on her lips, his hands holding her face, his hand pushing up her skirt, and... well. she HAD ended up choking him after all. just not quite in the circumstances that she'd imagined.
and now he's in her house. her fucking house. and she couldn't quite get him out without waking him up or alerting him or reminding him of the fact that they'd... urgh. a SHUTTER moves through her spine, looking both disturbed and frustrated, when suddenly...
" you should've heard yourself last night. "
shit. shit. this was not how she wanted to spend her saturday morning, straightening her spine with a DRY LAUGH that came up dusty. "heard me what? gasp with disappointment?" it's back to this, to banter, to the fight. she didn't know how to be nice to him now, even if he did make her cum, but that's neither here nor there, and frankly, blair's fucking annoyed to realize that she'd even done the thing in the first place. "don't know what you think you were waiting for. a round of applause? is that how you usually like to finish?" right. right. come on blair. get it together. this is august, after all. and she knew how he was. what that likely was. beating herself up for it in the first place, already itchy with paranoia about what might be said in the locker room, now.
