The Horny Bass
Rated: M
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
She's sipping down the martini that is on the house, watching in amusement as the boy beside her watches her lips touch and leave the lip of the glass.
"Stop staring at me Bass," Blair says, licking her red stained lips and places the glass back down. Her fingers are chilled from the frost of the drink and she turns to see him lean closer. "What?"
Instead of answering, he brushes his mouth against her neck. Suddenly she sees why he requested a secluded room in the club.
"You planned on seducing me, didn't you?"
His teeth nip at silky skin and she lets out an excited gasp in surprise.
"You know me Waldorf. I always plan on seducing you." He feels her body shake in laughter at the comment and quickly kills it by placing a hand to her center. Her back stiffens and her eyes close.
"Tease," She breathes through clenched teeth.
It is his turn to laugh. "That should be what I'm calling you."
"So what are you calling me then?" She lets out a feather light breath that graces the back of his neck when he presses himself between her thighs and captures an earlobe with teeth.
"Whore."
He can feel her laugh at the name. "I only sleep with you Bass, though I guess that automatically makes me one?"
Stilling, he grabs her jaw and crushes her mouth against his. "You," he breathes hotly once they break apart, "are a whore for always tempting me, teasing me with a body made of sin."
"Is that right?" She breathes, a grin exploding on her face.
Chuck smirks and hikes her black skirt up so that he can see thighs and a patch of curls. "Yes, but now I have to show you what happens to whores."