"You're so pretty, so, so pretty."

"Yes, and you're drunk."

"That doesn't mean you're still not pretty."

Kate tilted her head back with a choked off breath as Blaire pressed damp lips against her neck. Gripping onto Blaire's shoulders, Kate tried to keep herself grounded, keeping her breathing even, even as she almost suffocated on the stifling air in the small cab they were in.

Blaire's hands were wandering, gripping onto Kate's hips as she tried to throw her leg over Kate's legs to straddle her. "Whoa, whoa, no," Kate gasped out, so painfully sober as her head snapped up, her chin bumping against the top of the other girl's head.

Blaire pulled away, pouting as Kate pushed at her waist to get her back in her seat. "Kate," Blaire whined, her fingers still clutching a handful of Kate's top.

"No, Blaire, not here." Kate looked towards the front of the cab, catching sight of small, beady eyes watching them from the rearview mirror before quickly going back to looking out the windshield. Making a disapproving sound in the back of her throat, she grabbed at Blaire's wrist as her hand began to snake up under her shirt. "No, no, we're going home and you're going right to bed."

"I'm not five, I don't have a bedtime," Blaire slurred, glaring childishly at Kate. "I'm not even tired," she argued right before she yawned.

"Yeah, whatever you say," Kate murmured rolling her eyes.

"I just want to kiss you, K, why can't I?" Blaire began to pout again before she lunged forward for a kiss, her hands drunkenly flailing and clutching at whatever she could get a hold of. Kate twisted her head and Blaire ended up kissing her ear.

The eyes were watching them again and Kate began to feel uncomfortable. "Keep your eyes on the road," Kate snapped, the man automatically turning his gaze away. "Blaire, honey, you can kiss me when we get home. Just not here, okay?"

Blaire seemed satisfied enough, nodding happily as she plopped back against the seat. "If I'm a good girl can I get more than one kiss?" she asked, her voice innocent and eyes wide.

Kate smiled, reaching over to brush a stray curl from Blaire's forehead. "Of course, darling."

"Yay!" Blaire chirped, settling her hands in her lap obediently.

~~

When they pulled up in front of their apartment, Kate immediately got out, happy to get away from the prying eyes of the driver. Her eyes filled with disgust, she threw a handful of bills at him through the window before helping Blaire out onto the sidewalk. Blaire stumbled and Kate caught her, letting her girlfriend rest all of her weight on her side as she wrapped a steady arm around her waist. "You okay?" Kate asked, eyeing Blaire's blush warm cheeks and bright eyes.

"Yes, of course I'm fine, why would you think I'm not?" Blaire was talking so fast that Kate could barely catch everything she said, and she just shook her head and began to lead her inside.

"If you puke in the house, I am making you sleep on the couch for weeks on end, I hope you know that," Kate muttered, pushing open the door leading inside with a grunt, dragging in Blaire.

"Please," Blaire scoffed, "You'd get too cold and call me in to cuddle."

Even drunk, Blaire was able to think logically and Kate did not approve, not even looking over at her as she stumbled them into an elevator and hit the number to their floor.

After finally walking into their apartment, Kate patted Blaire's back. "Okay, now go to the room and get ready for bed. I'm going to get you some water and an Advil because I know you're going to want them in the morning. When I get back you better be behaving." She felt like she was talking to a five year old, but when Blaire was drunk it was the only way to get through to her and get her to do things.

Blaire nodded obediently, tripping as she kicked off her heels on the way to the bedroom.

Kate sighed, reaching up to release her long hair from her ponytail to drag a hand through it as she walked into the kitchen. She filled a glass with water and scooped up the bottle of Advil that was sitting on the counter and headed back towards their bedroom. Kate had no idea what to expect when walking through the door that Blaire had left open, fully expecting her girlfriend naked and face down on their bed. But she was pleasantly still somewhat dressed when Kate found her, still laying face down, but still in her bra and panties.

Kate set the water and Advil on the bedside table on Blaire's side before picking up the girl's clothes and folding them neatly and setting them on their desk that was cluttered with papers. As she walked past Blaire, she patted her naked calf. "Hey, turn over," she said at the sound of Blaire's groan.

Once Kate pulled on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts, she turned to find Blaire sitting at the edge of the bed facing her, her feet barely brushing their floor. Her hazel eyes were drooping with sleep and her hair was tangled in knots. She held out her arms, begging silently for Kate to join her and when she began to pout, Kate obeyed and walked into Blaire's embrace. Blaire wrapped her arms tightly around her small waist and pulled her in, nuzzling her face in Kate's stomach with a happy sound. "You never kissed me, Kate, you promised," Blaire said, her voice muffled by Kate's shirt.

"I did promise, didn't I?" Kate said softly, pulling back a bit and gently cupping Blaire's face in her hands. She leaned in and kissed her lips softly.

"Again, again," Blaire begged, straining her neck till Kate was kissing her again. The kiss lasted longer this time, and Kate could still taste the alcohol on Blaire's breath.

"Okay, time to lay down now."

Blaire grumbled but retracted her hands from Kate, crawling over to her side of their bed. Kate followed after, gasping out a laugh as Blaire gave her no time to get settled before she was throwing herself at her. She tangled their bodies together till she was comfortable resting her head on Kate's chest.

"Why are you in pajamas? I'm not in pajamas," Blaire mumbled after a moment, her fingers trailing over Kate's stomach over her shirt.

"It's cold in here," Kate said as her excuse, her fingers playing over Blaire's side, the skin warm beneath her touch.
"I'm not cold," Blaire muttered unhappily, unimpressed by Kate.

"Well, I am," is all Kate said.

Blaire huffed before twisting her head to place a kiss against the hollow of Kate's throat. "You smell nice."

"Th-thank you." Kate's voice came out an octave higher as Blaire continued to kiss at the exposed skin.

Then the girl was untangling herself from Kate's body, sitting up and quieting Kate as she tried to question her. "I don't see why you have to wear clothes all the time. You're so pretty. Everything about you is beautiful." Blaire leaned up and kissed Kate hard, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth with a wicked grin before letting go and crawling down the bed.

Kate had to work to get her voice back after a moment, her tongue laving at her lip as she watched her girlfriend sit at her feet. "Blaire, what are you doing?" she breathed out, gasping softly as Blaire placed her warm hands on her thighs to spread her legs. "Blaire."

Blaire hushed her, leaning forward for a kiss before she reached for the edge of Kate's shorts. "Don't worry."

Kate's breathing stilled as Blaire began to pull off her shorts, taking her time. Just a gentle brush of fingertips against Kate's skin was enough to send goose bumps cascading over her legs as she watched with large eyes. When Blaire finally got them off, she tossed them away before situating herself so she was lying between Kate's legs. "Blaire," Kate said again, her voice firm, but with a hint of breathiness hidden behind it. A shiver ran up her spine as Blaire trailed her fingertips from her knee up to the blue boy shorts she was wearing.

They hadn't gone very far in their physical relationship. Hell, they hadn't gone anywhere. They kissed and sometimes there'd be straddling and wandering hands, but almost every time on of them would pull away as they got close, chests heaving and faces pink. Kate wanted everything to be special; she didn't want it all thrown away on a drunken night, quick and forgotten in the morning. She definitely didn't expect it to happen tonight, with a girlfriend who was drunk off her ass.

"Hush," Blaire mumbled, pressing a kiss to Kate's thigh. "You're so perfect," she groaned, spreading her fingers across Kate's pale thigh.

Kate let out a strangled laugh as Blaire continued to press kisses to wherever she could.

Now Kate called it a fetish, but Blaire liked to refer to it as an obsession—it sounded less creepy than fetish. It wasn't any secret though that Blaire liked Kate's thighs, she let her know one of the first days that anything got hot and heavy between them. And she continued to let her know, always touching them and straddling them and whispering to Kate about how much she loved them. And any time that Kate would mumble about how ridiculous Blaire was because her thighs were gross, Blaire would scold her and proceed to let her know just how much she adored them.

"God, I love your thighs," Blaire said, her voice muffled against skin, causing Kate to laugh again.

"You let me know all the time, darling."

"Good," Blaire smiled before nipping at sensitive skin and causing Kate to gasp. She began to trail kisses up her thigh, hitting the edge of her underwear, grumbling softly. Then Blaire began to nudge at it with her nose, pushing up the edge till she was met with the crease where thigh met hip.

Kate whimpered softly, Blaire's breath hot against even more sensitive skin. "Babe, what are you doing?"

Blaire didn't answer, just trailed her tongue over the skin before latching on and sucking a mark onto Kate's hip. Kate couldn't help it as a moan slipped out, warmth pooling in her belly from the small action. Her hand patted at Blaire's hair before her fingers were sinking into the thick curls as Blaire sucked harder.

But suddenly Blaire stopped and moved back down till she was once again pressing kisses at the top of Kate's thigh. Kate's hand stayed buried in Blaire's hair, her chest rising and falling quickly with every gulp of air that she took in. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down, her skin prickling with the desire to let Blaire go further.

But no! It was late, they needed sleep and—

"Blaire?"

Blaire didn't move at the sound of Kate's voice, even having stalled her kisses. Leaning up on her elbows, Kate sighed and almost started laughing. Blaire was sleeping, snoring softly like she did whenever she drank, her head pillowed on Kate's thigh. Kate fell back against the mattress and dragged her hands over her face with a groan, debating on just leaving her there or moving her.

Soon enough, logic won and Kate carefully maneuvered herself out from under Blaire and crawled off the bed to get her shorts back on. And after a few minutes of thinking and grumbling, Kate was able to get Blaire up and onto her pillow. Kate left a gentle kiss on her girlfriend's forehead before tugging their comforter up and over her body.

Once Blaire was tucked in, Kate sighed and burrowed under the blanket also. "What a night," she mumbled before yawning. "And hopefully she won't remember much of it," she whispered to herself before she reached over and turned the light off.