Chapter 1
Serena and Blair were the epitome of intrigue and desire in the Upper East Side. Both the ying to the other's yang, their polar traits ran deeper than the color of their stunning locks, gold versus chocolate, and the unparalleled wardrobes they showcased, shimmering versus pristine.
Yes, it ran much deeper than what the naked eye could drink in.
Naked. Chuck Bass loved that word. Well, maybe not the word, but what it was associated with, most likely; but he dare not digress.
Serena and Blair. Oh yes.
He'd come to a satisfying conclusion today and he wanted to exploit it to the best of his ability. He'd proposed that Serena was lace and Blair was silk. Both are delicate and sexy and high society, but so very contrasting.
Serena was as alluring as lace was as it lined the bottom of a revealing slip under a party dress. It was soft and just the right amount of girlyness to encourage wandering fingertips. Yet it was blatantly sexy and a tad bit overplayed. But the biggest similarity had to be that although it was seductive to perfection, it had countless holes. Holes that allowed the world to see in. Holes that make it almost too easy to get in. Holes that others have carved and holes she's cut herself. Holes that should not be there. Holes that used to be filled in so purely.
Blair was as soft as silk. Chuck knew first hand. She had no holes like lace did, but was smooth and whole. Pure, for lack of a less clichéd word. She was seamless perfection and completely concealed. Chuck couldn't see through her if his life depended on it. He could see her, but not through her and definitely not inside her.
That was why he did not want to violate Blair, unlike Serena like her lace had suggested, but discover Blair. He wanted to slip his hands underneath where he couldn't see and just feel his way. He wanted to touch her everywhere every second of every day. It was so unlike him, he was all too aware, but he had no desire to stop. Single minded to the point of recklessness: that was what Blair Waldorf did to Chuck Bass. For he had always been wild, but never reckless.
Last night he had been reckless.
Boozehound?
Yes.
Womanizer?
Yes.
Pompous ass?
Yes.
But to take advantage of a girl?
Never. Not to Blair at least.
But he had! She had been a virgin for fuck's sake. He'd taken from her the last vestige of innocence she'd miraculously retained. Well, he hadn't really taken it considering she was so willing to give, but she wasn't in her right mind. Her vision was blurry with rejection and champagne. The real kicker was that he'd been the one nearly sober. He assumed that from experience with the amount of champagne she'd consumed that she would remember very little. He, however, remembered everything.
She'd kissed him hard on the mouth. Her lips parted and everything. It was almost like he was in a haze as well. Why on earth would Blair Waldorf be kissing him so eagerly?
His thoughts came to an abrupt halt when she straddled him. He became completely instinctual.
Each creamy thigh was pressing his own as her arms snaked around his neck. Opening her mouth, Chuck felt her hot breath flood his mouth. Replacing the warm air with her tongue, Chuck closed the gap and fanned his hands against her back. They were now flush against each other and her negligee was quite thin. Clothes must go.
His jacket lay forgotten on the floor of the limo allowing Blair to assail his white button down shirt. Chuck pulled the straps down off of her shoulders but she'd already moved to his belt and his stubborn pants.
Rid of anything below the waist, he laid her down on the sticky leather of the backseat with his lips still attached to hers. Hot, open-mouthed kisses ensued as his tongue darted in and out of her lips. Their head's rocked with the fever of their kisses as Chuck propped himself up over her with his elbows and one knee between her legs.
She pulled him down onto his side as she shifted to hers. Her leg wrapped around his and his hand's wandered up and down her subtle curves. His hand then got daring and pulled her thigh closer to him both widening her legs and pulling her body closer. She arched her back pressing her warm body against him.
Another roll over and she was on top of him. Legs on either side of his waist, the lace of her underwear lightly grazed his abdomen. She leaned over and planted her lips on his neck and left a trail of glossy kisses down the center of his torso. He'd let his hands rest on her hips and groaned as she kissed further and further down his abs…
He couldn't take it anymore; not being in control. He fiercely flipped them and sat her pressed against the wall of the limo. Her neck stretched as she panted while he sucked on her neck. Her fists clutched the arm rest and he moved his lips down her collar bone and into the inviting crevice of her chest. He was in heaven as she writhed beneath him. No one had ever tasted this good.
Breathless, Blair slid down the wall and laid flat on the leather with eyes so lidded Chuck had to stop and stare at how captivating she truly was. As their noses grazed and they exchanged heavy breaths, his fingers blindly removed the one barrier between them down her legs and onto the floor. Protecting himself, he opened his eyes to look for something in her eyes that he was wasn't even sure of, but when she looked back up at him, he knew he'd found it.
It began smooth as Blair winced. He winced too, knowing it hurt her. As he pulled out, Blair's voice pierced the silence muffled by the weak music.
"No!" her voice commanded, whispered, more like it.
Her fingers clutched his arm and she slid down to push him back inside of her. He needed no more encouragement.
Harder. Faster. Moaning and whimpers of ecstacy. She was his for the taking and he most certainly took. Her legs were wrapped around him and their eyes were both shut loosely as they kissed sloppily in the heat.
Tighter and closer.
He left her limp and languid as they exchanged tongues one last time before opening their eyes. He feared, as strange as it was, that he would find regret when she gazed at him, but he instead was met with unadulterated lust and desire. It wasn't anything they would ever share with anyone else. The web was already weaving between them.
He had found his counterpart in the deepest caverns of Blair Waldorf.
He felt his ears perk up at the sound of her chipper voice floating down the stairs. He'd found a lurking location against the place where Don or Dave or whatever and Serena had been spotted making out in their lovey-dovey euphoria.
Sure enough, like Queens descending to meet their court, Blair walked fluidly down the stone steps with Serena towering at her side, but not overshadowing. They were engrossed in some trivial conversation about what Gossip Girl had recently posted or something. He sent an electric stare up at her as she neared the bottom and he leaned against the railing from the opposite side. Her giddy smile faded and he saw shaky desire wash over her features for but a moment. Unfortunately, Serena must have said something amusing because she suddenly felt compelled to force a laugh and turn back to her best friend.
Just like that she'd told him everything he needed to know.
"I wonder why Chuck was at our school," Serena inquired to no one in particular. Blair felt her composure collapse for a second before she let out a dry laugh.
"Well, he is Chuck Bass and it is and all girls school. You do the math," Blair retorted with her smug smile back in its place.
Serena wasn't satisfied, "But he was staring at you," she stated with a coy smile. Blair let her dainty mouth hang open in mid-thought before spitting out the best thing she could think of, and surprisingly, the most Chuck-like thing she'd ever said.
"Why shouldn't he?"
Serena took the bait and Blair smiled triumphantly as Serena chuckled at her friend's attempt at vanity.
"Now that's the Blair Waldorf I know and love," she said and linked her arm with Blair's affectionately. Blair wished she could return the affection, but something else was fogging her mind. Chuck didn't only lurk in the shadows of their school, but also in the crevices of her pulsing mind.
A/N: Okay, I am totally in love with this couple and oddly attracted to Chuck. Don't ask me why I don't understand it myself. Hope you enjoyed it and whether or not you did, tell me what you think about it! Do you want more? I have more but only if you guys want it...
