#tfrchris

[juliettevanderbilt]

Text to Chris

Juliette: How are you doing cousin?

[filthyrecklessgossipgirl]

Best and worst Vanderbilt?

Hum. I might be a bit biased on this, but I'd say the best is Chris and the worst.... Peter or Tripp.

[nicholasvanderbilt]

Text || Chrick

N: Drop everything except your pants and meet me now. Actually, drop last night's visitor and put on your pants.

N: I basically need to see your face to gauge my level of fucked if that gives you incentive to ditch the bitch.

[filthyrecklessgossipgirl]

Charlotte still hooking up with Chris on the side? How's that going?

Not as of yet, but sources say Charlotte and Carter took a trip to Jamaica.  They've only been back home for a couple of weeks so we'll see what happens once the egg nog gets spiked.

[perfectly-charlotte-blog]

Text || Charis

CM: So I met someone today.

[perfectly-charlotte-blog]

Cataglottism - Christopher Vanderbilt

Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue

It's perfectly natural, she thinks, to end up kissing someone like Christopher Vanderbilt.  She's never been all that free with her kisses because she didn't feel like most guys deserve her attention.  Christopher, although he is noncommittal and promiscuous... he's a lot of other things.  He's smart, he's funny, he's genuine and polite.  She wants to kiss him, even if she knows she's not going to have sex with him.  She honestly thinks she could learn a thing or two from kissing him.

Plus they play games.  They flirt like crazy and she thinks if she doesn't release the tension somehow, she'll go insane.

So without any sort of preamble, she does to him what he did to her.  She follows him to a more secluded hallway, grabs his hand and spins him, then presses him up against the wall painted a garish shade of green.  She only notices the color because she notes the nice contrast of his navy blue button down shirt against the paint as her eyes slip closed.

She's not gentle about it at all.  She's been driven by curiosity since he kissed her, softly and fleeting.  That isn't what she wants right now.  It's brazen and, if she hadn't been thoroughly teased by the sparkle in his blue eyes or the chiseled smirk her gives her every time she talks... she'd have the decency to be a little embarrassed.  As it stands, she's being aggressive in a way he rarely seems to like... but he kisses her back.  His hands find the right spots on her body to hold her without being vulgar, and his tongue slides against hers.

It feels even better than she thought it would and she presses against him more, learning the texture of his mouth with patient force.  Whether it's the intensity of the kiss or the hard lines of his body under her hands, she doesn't know, but something is turning her on.  Her heart beat is a little faster and she needs air, but all she can focus on is the way his head changes angles and his tongue does too.

After her lips start to hurt and she can feel them swell, she pulls away from him, giving him a closed-mouth grin and patting his cheek with her hand.  Without a word or a sound, she walks away without a glance back, swaying her hips and knowing he's watching.  She took some time pairing her skirt with heels he would find hot.  It's all by design.  And she thinks she'll have no problem doing it again.

The sound of a door closing snaps her out of it immediately and ruthlessly and she sits up in bed before her eyes are even open.  Her heart is still pounding, though, and she can't quite catch her breath.  She can hear Carter moving through the suite, even if she can't see him because it's the middle of the night, and she presses her hand to her chest like that'll help get her heart rate under control.

It wasn't real.  She uses that thought, over and over, like it'll do anything for her arousal.  It won't, the same way the hand on her chest won't help her heart.  It was a byproduct of not really kissing before.    

It's natural, she thinks, to be attracted to Christopher -- but it isn't real.  Just like the dream.  Her reality is much better for her.  (And he's coming back to bed.) 

[nicholasvanderbilt]

Text || Chrick

Nick: Is homewrecking a sport you're dabbling in now? I'll have to update your dossier in the resume I keep at the ready in case I find you the perfect job.

[filthyrecklessgossipgirl]

Submitted by anonymous:

Is that Charlotte Montgomery and Christopher Vanderbilt?  That’s… cozy.

Spotted: A high horse losing a leg to stand on. We all suspected it would be ten seconds before Miss Goody Two Shoes bored the Prodigal Partier.  Who ever would've guess she'd be the heartbreaker in this scenario?  Certainly not the people who've heard rumors about her standards and goals for years past.

You know what they say, Carter -- nothing good happens at a dimly-lit bar in Chinatown.  Or maybe that's after 2 AM.  In this case, it looks like both.

You know you love me,

xoxo -- gossip girl