You Have to Be Cold To be Queen

If you do not know, I'm Blair Waldorf and this is my blog. I'm from the Upper East side but now I'm spending the next year in Paris attending the American Academy. Even though I'm in Paris with new group of students, I'm still the Queen B and others shall fall in line soon enough. just an rp account, I don't own any of the gifs I use

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main rpg?

ooc: http://a-yearinparis.tumblr.com/

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Ugh. I know what that's like. Let's go. I'll meet you in the apartment lobby.

Alright, I'll be down in a few.

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Shopping?

Yes! Yes, please. Anything to get away from looking at old photos.

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vampirestefan:

Smirking at her, Stefan pressed his lips against Blair’s, not really letting her breathe as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, twirling it around hers. Pulling his hand from under her panties, Stef moved them to her breasts, massaging them for a while before he pulled back from the kiss and winked at her. Wrapping one arm around her legs and the other around her back, he carried Blair to the bed and crawled on top of her, smashing his lips onto hers once more.

She was caught off guard when he kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth and teasing her. It brought out another moan and she pushed her chest out, moving closer to his hands. She let out a little giggle as she felt her back against her bed. Her arms wrapped around his neck and this time, she quickly responded to his kiss. She sucked gently on his lower lip, lightly tugging on it as her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. 

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vampirestefan: 

He chuckled, going back to place kisses along her skin. From the back of her ear, down to her neck and then shoulders. His fingers went deeper on her as he began moving them faster, wanting Blair to reach her climax as he searched for her most sensitive spot.

Releasing one last moan, deep in her throat, Blair felt herself rushed to the edge and quickly fell over it. Her walls tightened around his fingers as her hips rocked and grind as she rode out her climax. Sighing, Blair collapsed back against him, gasping for air. 

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vampirestefan:

Her cry made him groan softly against her ear, moving his finger deeper into her. “Spread your legs for me, sexy.” He could feel his breath cascading down her neck and shoulders when he whispered that and as she obeyed his command, Stefan added another finger inside of her and started thrusting in and out of her as his thumb took care of her clit.

She followed his orders but only out of the hope that he would give her exactly what she wanted. "Oh god," She gasped out as his fingers worked in and out of her, her hips rolling to meet his pace. "Stefan, please don't stop," She groaned out as a soft shudder past through her. 

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vampirestefan:

He used his free hand to push the strap of her nightgown down her arm as his other hand snaked down her panties, finding her wet core. He started rubbing his middle finger against her clit, dipping it into her entrance and then, moving it back to rub her bundle of nerves. “Is that what you want, Blair? Tell me what you want.” He whispered in her ear as his teeth grazed the light skin of her earlobe. “Tell me how do you like to be touched. Go on.”

Blair released a soft moan and her grip on his hair tightened ever so slightly. "Stefan!" She found herself crying out through panted breath feeling herself tighten at his actions. Blinking as she tried to concentrate on what was happening and what he was asking, but keeping a coherent thought was proving to be hard. "More," She managed to whimper out.

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vampirestefan:

His hands massaged her inner thighs for a while longer before he finally moved one hand up, finding the lacy fabric of her underwear and slowly rubbing his fingers over it. “How about now? Still in the right direction?” He whispered against her neck once more before he moved his kisses down her shoulder, licking and sucking on her skin very lightly.

Her breath caught in her throat and her head lolled back to rested against his shoulder. "Yes," she answered with a small gasp as her hips jerked in response. Her hand moved to wrap around him, her fingers sifting through his hair and pulled him a little closer, pressing her back against his chest.

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vampirestefan:

“Mmm, I don’t know, Blair.” He said with his lips still on her skin and looked up at the mirror, to meet her gaze once again. He traced the tip of his tongue up her neck and then, on its way down, he stopped and sucked softly on her skin. His hands slowly roamed down her sides and moved down her inner thighs, tracing small circles with his fingers on her skin. “We can do whatever you want.”

Blair couldn't help but to wonder how long it had been since the last time she had been touched like this. It had to have been awhile since all her senses were in overdrive. A shiver past through her at the feel of his tongue and the all too familiar ache began to settle in the pit of her stomach. "You're definitely going in the right direction," She managed to say softly. 

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vampirestefan:

He watched her comb her hair for a moment before he stood up and walked towards her vanity, placing his hands on her shoulders, looking at her through her reflection in the mirror. “Is that so? So daddy’s little girl enjoys going to the Ballet?” He pushed some of her dark locks away from her shoulder and leaned down to start laying kisses upon her neck, trying to control his cravings because Blair simply smelled delicious. “I’m good.” He said in between kisses. “I could be better, though.”

She paused her hand that held her hair brush when she felt his hands against her shoulders. Turning her head slightly to look at him, she nodded. "Especially when its the French Ballet," She replied softly though her voice growing into a small murmur when she felt his lips against her neck. Her dark brown eyes fell closed and her brow rose. "You could be better? And how do you suggest we make you better?"

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vampirestefan:

Stefan smirked when she invited him in. Humans certainly had to be more careful with whom they invited into their houses, or rooms, for that matter. He spend some good seconds looking at her silky nightgown, the same smirk still creeping over his lips until he finally moved his eyes away from her body and turned his back on her, setting the stawberries and the nutella on her bed and the champagne bottle with the glasses on the floor. “Hello, Blair. How are you, this fine morning? Good?”

Her lips pursed when he placed the champagne bottle on the floor. For someone with such sophisticated tastes, he really didn't know anything at all. She grabbed the bottle and placed it firmly in the ice bucket to make sure it stayed chilled. "I'm well," She finally answered as she returned to her seat at her vanity and carefully ran her hair brush through her dark locks. "Daddy is going to take me to the Ballet later this evening," She added with a smile. "How are you?"

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vampirestefan:

Stefan almost didn’t sleep the night before. He wanted to make sure that he could grab something, or even better, someone to eat, so, he left the bed around 5am to find someone that he could feed of from in beautiful Paris. He found two beautiful girls running near Montparnasse and had a little feast. Stef wasn’t careless anymore, so he figured he could just bury their ripped bodies in the cemetery, that everything would be fine, right? As he made his way back to the building where he was staying, he thought about his promise to Blair and stopped by a liquor store to buy her a true champagne. French and their stores that open at 7am. Go figured. He had also promised chocolates, but he figured that it would be better if he took something else.

After making one last stop, he finally arrived at their building and made his way to his room to take a quick shower, since he was full of dirt. Caroline had already gone and he hoped that she had found something to eat already.

All cleaned up and ready to go, he grabbed the champagne that he had left in the room’s mini-fridge and went to Blair’s room, knocking on the door. Once she opened, he smirked and showed her what he had got. “Champagne, strawberries and nutella.”

The day was going like any other day. Blair woke up at her usual seven o'clock rising and took a quick shower before any of her roommates were awake. She learned pretty quickly that if she expected to get any hot water, she had to be the first one in. They definitely weren't staying at the luxurious hotels that Blair was use too but she guessed it was nice enough. It would have been better if she had gotten her own room and didn't have to share. Her roommates weren't anyone she knew well and she was quickly finding their common behavior rather annoying.

She was sitting at her vanity when she heard the knock on the door. Luckily, her roommates had left to go see the sights. No doubt they were probably going to end up in the places that were meant for tourists and not anything that had real history which was why Blair declined the invitation to go. 

Standing up, Blair smoothed out the front of her black silk lingerie nightgown and brushed her dark curls off her shoulder as she made her way to the door. She opened it slowly and smiled when she noticed it was Stefan standing their waiting for her. She opened the door wider for him, and eyed what he had in his hands. "Come on in," She invited softly.

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forbes---caroline:

Caroline Forbes.  And you haven’t been shopping until you’ve shopped with me.  We’re going to have so much fun.

The only sad part to all this is that I don't have Dorota here to help. 

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forbes---caroline replied to your post: forbes—-caroline replied to your post: So much...

I couldn’t agree more. I don’t think we’ve officially met. I think a shopping trip down the Champs Elysees is in order.

Blair Waldorf. Finally, someone around here who enjoys the fine art that is shopping!

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forbes---caroline replied to your post: So much drama on my dashboard and I didn't create it.

I like you.

Yes, well, I do have my moments. St. James is a second rate imbécile parading around like Prince Charming and supposedly a good chaperone. He doesn't deserve any of your kindness.