So, i know everyone is going to kill me for beginning a new story when i have 2 in the works, but when you're inspired, you go write your damn fan fic, so, please, bear with me;)

This little idea came after watching the new gg trailers, which made me a squealing mess, even my dad was worried, i just said 'gossip girl'.., hehe he just waved me off. So, this will probably be a 3 shot, a little view at what i think will be Chuck and his mother's relationship and Chair being awesome, trying to get through it. Review and enjoy.

He was so damn sexy.

It almost hurt her how sexy he was. Even with his brooding demeanor he had lately, he still made her private parts light on fire.

She knew something was up. The late nights at his office, the light in his eyes extinguished, the sex was severely lacking… something that was too damn weird of him. I mean the man loved sex; Period. And she was getting frustrated.

She tried seducing him; lightly scratching his chest, while showing him her sheepish 'can I please have your dick inside me now? Pretty please' smile (that Basstard knew her too well), the ass just kissed her forehead and turned his back to her horny (angry) girlfriend. She tried aggressively, too aggressively, trying to find that sweet, sweet release he could only give her (her rabbit was just not doing it for her); she actually shoved him against a wall and gave him a piece of her mind (tongue), and the fucker made up some crude remark like 'I appreciate you trying to taste what I had for lunch, but I'm busy', she cried when he left the room.

Asshole.

So, after the incident, he apologized and, once again, Blair was back to being head over heels in love with the Basshole, and with an inch so powerful she actually got herself off 5 times one particular, lonely night.

She was insatiable. He usually loved it when she was like that, like a bitch in heat. And damn it, she missed his crude remarks when he was finally touching her, when his tongue would trace 'I love you' while murmuring the dirties things against her heated skin, his hands running up and down her sides in a way that made her eyes roll to the back of her head, and his thick, large cock inside her deepest caverns, reaching places she never knew she had…

Her hand drifted down modestly, over her expensive silk blouse, brushing her clothed nipples. An almost inaudible hiss escaped her ruby lips; it had been too damn long. To any outsider, she was just smoothing down her blouse; if only they knew…

"B?" Serena's voice interrupted her train of thoughts. She responded with something that was between a moan and a grunt. Serena chuckled. "You ok?"

They were shopping. Well, what other way to release tension than by spending money?

"I'm perfect." She responded simply, pretending to check out a men's dress shirt, but really thinking how good it would look after she ripped it off of Chuck. She would kiss down her chest…

"Ugh, I hate how he has you liking pink men shirts." If only she knew…

"I think I'm getting this for him. He might find another topic of discussion, since that seems to be the object of his attention." She muttered, angry at her vulnerability; she didn't care at all, she wanted sex ASAP.

"Still no sex?"

"Nothing at all," she sighted and put the shirt back in place, walking over to the tie section. "I mean, I knew we have a lot in common personally, I enjoy conversations with him. But good god, sometimes I just want to-…" Serena's loud, disgusted grunt was her cue to stop speaking her dirty mind.

She sighted heavily at her poor best friend's ordeal; she and Nate were very much sexual, and she was happier than ever. She wanted the same for Blair. The happiness part, not so much the sex, but it made her happy, so who was she to judge? "I think you should talk about that."

"Like dirty talking?" the blonde frowned and let out a short laugh.

"No, Blair, I mean talk about your lack of sex." Blair almost smacked herself. Of course! They talked and talked about their days, movies they've seen recently, books… but not once had they spoken about their lack of sex.

Serena smirked at Blair's gasp; she was giving Blair, the woman whom is sleeping with Chuck Bass, sex advice to have sex with, well… Chuck Bass. "You are a genius!" Blair exclaimed before running out of the store, her mind set to have a very long talk about the lack of sex. She would include the fact that she hadn't been very happy lately; maybe even mention her saturating her rabbit, something to get him going.

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"Chuck?" she put her purse on the kitchen counter of the Empire penthouse kitchen.

"In the bedroom!" his voice was loud and clear. She walked in and stood in the threshold of his bedroom door. There he was, casually lounging in over his satin sheets, fully clothed in a dress shirt, unbuttoned a few buttons, showing his panty dropping chest hair, his suspenders off of his broad shoulders, and his shoes thrown carelessly on the floor.

He had never looked so edible.

She licked her lips slowly, and his eyes followed the motion, darkening with lust; she knew she had him.

Walking over to him, he tossed to the side the newspaper he was reading and put his arm behind his head, looking at her hungrily. She sat beside him and just stared adoringly at him, wanting him to make the first move.

He didn't speak. He just looked.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Do you wanna talk?" she asked softly, with a hint of playfulness.

And damn him, if he could get any sexier, he did. "No talking." He whispered before he pulled her in for a heated kiss. Their nosed brushed and their lips devoured each other with a need so powerful she was sure she would die.

"Oh god," he whimpered, removing her heavy necklace and throwing it across the room. "You wear too many clothes."

She just laughed a breathy, sexy laugh, and straddled him, ready for more. Only problem? Her skirt wasn't short enough for her to actually straddle him.

He took the hint with her struggle to put her legs around him, and turned them both so that he was on top. "Too many…" he muttered playfully, nibbling at her naked neck.

She loved this part, when he was just getting started, when he nibbled and sucked and licked her neck in the most sinful ways.

Her blouse was quickly discarded, revealing her black, lace La Perla bra that made her skin look all creamy and sexy, he was so hard he could barely think straight; the top of her tights was showing, and he needed a lot more skin. Inhaling deeply in the crook of her neck, he kissed her collarbone and kept trailing down her chest, the tops of her breasts, before stopping right over her clothed nipple.

"This bra needs to come off." He informed her very seriously.

"Stop narrating, start undressing." She was so witty. He loved that about her.

He ripped off the damn thing, ignoring the sound of protests coming from the woman he loved; they quickly turned into those hot as hell breathy moans when he sucked on her pert nipple. He loved how good her breasts tasted and the sounds she made when he was licking them.

"Chuck," she moaned his name slowly. "Lower, please." She whimpered, tangling her fingers through his beautiful brown tresses.

His tongue peeked out, dipping into her bellybutton while rolling the tights down her stomach before unzipping her skirt. When she was just in her tiny black thong, he couldn't help to groan deeply, taking in the sight of Blair like this: flushed and covered with angry red marks from him hot mouth, marked completely by him, panting for him.

"When I see you like this, Blair." He murmured, rolling down the last clothing piece down her long legs, stopping briefly to kiss her bare pussy, feeling her shiver. "I feel so great. You make me feel amazing."

When she was finally naked before him, she sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, staring intently at the buttons being released from their respective holes, not sure how to respond. When he was finally free of his clothes she laid back down while he kicked off his pants and socks. And there he was, naked and erect, ready to take her in the most beautiful way.

He kissed her long and deep, taking his time to touch her shoulders, her breasts, her sides, her thighs; tears clouded her view for a few seconds: he was making love to her.

"I love you." He would whisper after kissing or licking a certain part of her body. When he finally made it where she wanted him the most, he slid his tongue over her slit, barely grazing it; her head trashed from side to side, it was too much.

His lips sucked her sensitive flesh and his teeth grazed her bundle of nerves by every swipe of his heavenly tongue. Her hands here shoved deep into his hair, trying to press him closer, to fin release, she was right there over the edge. He was rolling her nipples between his fingers while continuing his ministrations. When she was sure she would die of pleasure, he inserted a digit deep inside her, and dear god, it was the sweetest ache she had ever felt in her life; and then the world shattered before her eyes, fireworks behind her eyelids, all that business… she actually screamed his name, like some kind of porn star, but she didn't care, it was too damn good.

He lied on his side while she came down from her high. "Oh god…" she whispered, still dazed from the earth shattering orgasm.

"I think I found my mother." He confessed, looking at her sheepishly, fully erect.

So much for not talking…

I'll be updating before monday; it will be finished before monday;)

Reviews will make Chuck Bass a real, living person whom every girl will have