Dance with the Devil
Rated: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
There are boundaries that must at all times be kept. No one can cross; no one can even entertain the thoughts.
Blair however couldn't stop herself from stepping over that line. Her body lithe with love and lust fell, stumbling straight into the arms of the devil himself.
Chuck Bass.
Many bedded with him. Many loved him. But never had he freely given his heart. Or at least until her lovely body clashed against his in the backseat of black limo.
She had crossed the boundaries without ever meaning to and he had fallen for her without ever trying to.
And they both felt the steely glare of the firing squad. "Chuck, we need to speak."
Her voice, laced with worry, drew him away from any and all conversation.
"What is it?" He whispered, even though they both were alone inside his office.
When instead of words, he found her body against him, he didn't argue. Oh no. When Blair wished to speak through body language, he listened.
"Touch me," she drew his hand in hers between her thighs, "here." Warm and ready, he felt just how much she needed this. Just how much they needed to dance over the proverbial line that sliced away any chance of having a real relationship. Because in the end, all that mattered was Blair and Chuck.
Chuck and Blair. They didn't hold hands or go to the movies. They didn't languidly provide entertainment on the courtyard for all to see their love life unfold. Whatever transpired, it was for only their eyes, their touches and kisses.
Like now, Chuck touched her folds like a pro, his finger slipping just slightly into her entrance as she arched to him. He knows what she wants. What she needs…
"I need you." She whispered, kissing him.