His brow furrows. "Blair Waldorf," he says, teasing in his voice. "Are you sneak moving in?"
She sits up suddenly, looking absolutely scandalized by the idea. "No!" she practically yelps. "Like I would live in a place where a homeless man plays the ukelele in your foyer!" (...)
A sly smile stretches itself across his face. "Okay," he says, unconvinced.
"Why?" She eyes him suspiciously. "Do you want me to move in?"
He laughs. "Oh, no," he says leisurely. "No, whatever suits you."
"Because if you did, I would..." She hovers close to his face, her nose brushing against his.
He leans forward eagerly, licking his lips. "If I did, you would..."
She sits back suddenly, whacking him across the shoulder. "I would deliberately not move in, just to prove a point!"
» by shtiglitz (fic here)