Author's Notes: I have been a fervent Chair supporter ever since Gossip Girl first aired, even back when there were no hints to their possible relationship. And, the episodes 2*7 and 2*8 having just aired here in the Netherlands, I've been pondering the nature of the relationship they would have - the sexual side, mainly. To me, Chuck Bass is fire and I've always had this sort of fantasy that Blair would be the moth, hopelessly lost without a choice, drawn forever to him and that burning heat of his. So, this piece is both an exploration of their love and an attempt to use as much fiery adjectives as possible. Enjoy!
When Chuck Bass Burns
By Susan Dreamer
Chuck Bass does not hop into a seat. He slides into it, invading your private space just a tad with his mere presence. Just enough to make it clear that he wants you. He does not trot up beside you; he sidles up - preferably in a limousine, knowing exactly what the dramatic effect will do to you. He loves the grandeur of the gesture. He does not walk. He saunters, taking in everything around him with the clear, relaxed authority of someone who knows he is in charge. Or, he strides, filled to the brim with a kindled, coldfire determination and eyes as black as night, showing you that he knows what he wants and will go after it - will get it, no matter the cost. And if you know that the thing he wants is you, you'd better accept it and submit to his will; because you're in for one hell of a ride if you don't. He sets you on fire.
Chuck Bass does not simply get lost in the heat when he makes love to her. He is the heat - the heat filling her every thought until she can't think anymore, filling her every pore until there's is nothing left in the entire world but him; him, all over her. He is unleashed, and she ignites. Like a wood fire, unstoppable, inescapable, searing, he devours everything he encounters, all that she's willing to give him and much, much more until they're doused in flames, riding high on the currents of their passion ablaze. He engulfs her, and she submits - submits, over and over in the singing agony and bliss, the inferno of their climax. She combusts and is reduced to ashes. Everything burns.
Afterwards, the room is filled with smoke and she doesn't even feel the floor she's lying on, collapsed, burned out, because her senses have gone haywire and her hands on his chest are trembling as though she's having a ceasure. He has this kind of effect on her - he is Chuck Bass, after all. They're bathing in the charred remains of their fervent lovemaking. She feels the last embers of the bonfire of their rapturous ecstasy dying as the scintillating feel of them burying into her skin softens into a steady afterglow that envelopes her completely and leaves her so slack, untaut, incapable of clenching even the smallest muscle. Chuck has burned her dry. But when he looks at her, she can still see the wildfire burning there in scorching coal eyes. And she knows that she'll always be drawn to him, like a moth to the flame.