A/N: Welcome to my notebook. This "fic" is essentially a place for you to see my little scratches, sketches & mental notes/mini-plot lines for possible future fics and just little driblets of stuff I don't think could be long enough to count as oneshots. I do "writing challenges" on where the community writes something GG on their own for one hour straight, and sometimes, I just don't feel inspired to write something from a multi-chap or something that could extend to a oneshot (at least 1,000 words – for me), so…I'm going to post those little snippets here. Some may eventually extend to oneshots or be slipped in as scenes for stories I'll write in the future. This is different from my "book of beginnings" fic because these are all too short to justify as 'decent' previews & not all of these will necessarily end up in a future fic of mine. There will be NOTHING here for the multi-chaps I'm currently writing. If you want spoilers for those, you have to PM me. This is just a chance for you to get inside my writer's head if you want to, and comment if you like. (None of these "scenes" are consecutive or related in any way)
*I do not own "Gossip Girl" or its characters and plotlines. No copyright infringement intended.
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"We can build our futures together."
It was the second time he'd said it in the space of a few days, and this time she wanted to cry because now he knew everything. Dan had told him when Chuck's daunting figure had knocked on his door that the two of them – the Humphrey & the Waldorf – had no feelings between them more than simple friendship, and even that had become a little awkward, not to mention it looked extremely suspicious with them secretly sneaking around telling each other to stay away – from Chuck, Serena and Vanessa too. Dan had told Chuck that Blair had overheard the whole break-up between him and Raina, and the remake of Venice. She had heard him call Raina sacred, realizing their feelings were real, and dying every night because she was not the girl anymore that he wanted to be with.
Now she had no ammunition. No control or power. Chuck had heard it all and there had been time enough to let it sink in. The only thing she could do was walk away like before, but she was in her own home and he would likely follow her.
She was going to kill Humphrey.
….
"Why won't you look at me?" she asked, her fingertips gently trying to coax his unyielding face in her direction. "You haven't looked at me all day," she continued, her hand moving onto his face, reaching up into his hair and digging through his chocolate locks.
Chuck pulled her hand away and it dropped numbly to her side. He turned his gaze to the glass of scotch sitting in his other hand.
"You shouldn't drink it," she said sweetly, resisting the urge to take it away from him.
It was just the incentive he needed to bring the glass to his lips and take a sip.
She fell into herself, shoulders slumped. The eerie empty silence seemed to sink upon them naturally. When the common phase became almost intolerable, she spoke up.
"It's because I'm not her, isn't it, Chuck?"
He took another drink.
"She's dead, Chuck," she suddenly said, fiercely.
His head pivoted in a flash towards her. There was a venom in his eyes that should have scared her. It was only because she'd seen it so often that it did not.
"She's not dead," he growled. "She's just…" he looked out into space as if the answer to his problem lay there.
Married to another man."
Annoyance, instead of the usual sympathy, etched across her face.
His eyes flashed to hers again, but he said nothing.
"And both of you are firmly grounded in the unbreakable rule of not cheating on your significant others."
He turned away from her again.
"For which I am grateful for…" she trailed off, wanting to touch him but knowing he would brush her off the second he felt her hand on him.
"She won't be your other woman, Chuck."
He looked at her. The sad remark made him feel guilt for what his wife was going through for the first time that evening.
"I don't have any other woman," he said. "Just like you said, I don't believe in cheating." He was almost snapping at her, but he couldn't seem to help it. The news of Princess Blair announcing her pregnancy on live television had not sat well with him. He hadn't gotten that drunk in a long time.
"No," she acknowledged again, "you don't."
He nodded, feeling justified, and turned away again.
"Except with your heart."
He turned once again to face her.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, denying the fact fully that he knew exactly what she was talking about, and that it was true.
She sighed and slightly shook her head.
"You don't think I know, Chuck?"
His brows furrowed as he watched her stand to her feet and look at him incredulously, as if he were playing sick when really h e just hadn't finished his homework for school.
"You don't think I know?" she asked again, anger now creeping into her voice. "I know. I know I'm not the one you think about every night when you're falling asleep or throughout the day when you're at work. I know that when we go for a ride in your limo sightseeing that it's not our moments that you're reminiscing but the ones you shared with her. I know that the days you crawl into your shell aren't because of what happened with your father anymore, but what happened with her."
"Hey!" He shot to his feet, stopping her mid-speech. "That's not true," he insisted.
"Isn't it?" she asked out of desperation.
"No," he said.
She shook her head again. "You have another woman, Chuck. It's me. I'm the other woman. You're the guy who's regretted not fighting for the love of his life just because you thought it would make her happy."
"I loved her," he growled.
"You still do!" she shouted, fire burning in her eyes. Neither of them could look away. She was the first to let herself crumble, as always. "I used to believe you loved me and that someday I would understand and be able to help you just as she had. That then maybe that would be enough." She sighed.
"But I was just fooling myself, wasn't I?" She looked around at their room which she'd designed, and the bed where they'd made love, so long ago.
She looked back at his face, so crestfallen and guilty. "I was," she said. "You'll never get over Blair Waldorf."
She walked out of the room.
…
"Are you sure about this, B?"
She rolled her eyes with her wedding gown in hand pressed against her frame and turned towards her best friend.
"Please tell me you're not siding with Chuck now."
Serena sighed.
"Oh my God," she said in disbelief, turning back around to hang the wedding dress on the mirror.
Serena pursed her lips. "I just want you to make sure you're sure."
Blair brushed the comment off with a flip of her hand and moved past her best friend to the other side of the room.
"Louis is everything I've always wanted." She smiled tenderly. "And he loves me." She sighed happily. "My real-live Prince Charming."
Serena didn't ask Blair if she loved the prince in return.
"But he's not Chuck."
Blair huffed. "Chuck had a million chances with me and he blew all of them. I won't let him hurt me again."
"Maybe you should consider what you'd be losing, not just what you think he deserves to lose."
"You don't think he deserves this?" she asked incredulously.
"Blair."
She sighed and folded her arms across her chest. Her best friend's determined stare made her resign herself and dwell on the request.
"You'd be losing Chuck, Blair," Serena said before Blair could respond. "There would be no more chances for the two of you. None."
Blair flinched slightly. "Chuck's fine with it. He said he just wants me to be happy."
"And how long could you be happy, Blair? Really."
Blair parted her lips but Serena kept going.
"You've had a couple prince charmings in your life. Neither of them made you nearly as happy as you were when you were with Chuck."
Blair's teeth briefly ground against each other."
"Those two are hardly legitimate examples."
Serena raised her eyebrows.
"Nate was always a little bit in love with you, and Marcus only directed his sexual tendencies to his stepmother, who happened to also be sleeping with Nate. Louis is completely different."
Serena's eyes softened. "Your pure, simple love?"
"Yes!" Blair said, exasperated.
Serena closed the distance between them and squeezed her best friend's shoulders gently.
"I just want you to be sure, B."
The brunette's face didn't show as much confidence as she would have liked.
"I know you were hurt by Chuck moving on with Raina and everything that went on before that. But he never proposed to her. He wasn't even close to thinking about it. The only person he's ever almost proposed to was you. And before Louis showed up, he was going to do it again."
Blair's eyes flashed to her best friend's from having looked away.
Serena was smiling sadly towards her.
"What?" she asked. She could barely breathe. Tears appeared in her eyes and then in her best friend's. Serena nodded slowly and then enfolded Blair in her arms. Her head curled into the curve of her neck.
"I just want you to be sure, B."
Blair sighed shakily against her.
….
She heard the ding! announcing the arrival of someone new to her humble abode. She knew exactly who it was. Her mother was out. It was Dorota's day off, and Serena was out with Humphrey. With Nate still stuck in his family drama post-break up, she knew there was only one other person who could be arriving on her doorstep. Jenny was still on her not-so-nice list, even if all she'd done was tell the truth.
The atmosphere switched from the normal even temperature to a thick heat instantly. She felt his presence lounging against her doorframe and slowly turned around in her chair.
The lust she saw in his eyes was equivalent to an erupting volcano. The only reason she was able to breathe through it was because her own sexual appetite was radiating off her body in waves. She gathered they could stay as they were for hours and it would be just as intense as the sexual foreplay itself.
A slow calculating smirk slid onto her face, and she managed to turn back to her computer.
"Hello, Chuck."
She thought she heard him chuckle as he finally walked into her room and shut the door behind him. She heard the click of the lock and raised her eyes from the screen.
"No one's home," she said matter-of-factly.
She felt him move across the room, and then he was right behind her, gently grasping her shoulders. He lowered his head so they'd be at eye-level and whispered into her ear.
"Just in case."
She stilled and then slowly pushed her chair away from the desk just a little.
Chuck stepped away and watched as she stood to her feet and turned toward him. Just one more step and they'd be tasting each other's skin.
Her lips were on his not more than a second later, terrorizing his mouth as if it'd done some heinous crime. Her tongue twisted with his, and shivers ran through her the moments she felt his fingers in her curls and his arm around her back. She kissed him like her life depended on it, and gave a breathy moan when he pulled away suddenly.
"Bed or desk?" he asked huskily.
She was still trying to breathe."
"Right."
He kissed her hard again and then lifted her from her feet. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him and she hardly noticed when they landed on the bed, because her single goal was being closer to him, skin against skin, the very roughest, softest touch. She'd never felt this way with Nate. Chuck was her favorite secret. He intoxicated her.
….
He'd followed her into the bathroom with at least no initial intent on sexual intercourse, but the second he saw her doing her make-up in the mirror, applying more red lipstick, thicker seductive mascara and glimpsing at him every moment or two with that certain look in her eyes, he knew he was done for. He would have gone to lock the door, but he could not move.
"Come here," she said, turning fully around to look at him.
To anyone else she might have appeared the same as she had going into the bathroom, except a little freshened up, but to his keen eye there was a world of difference. Aside from the fact that her eyes had a sultry sparkle to them and her curves somehow appeared even more curvaceously delicious, a couple of the buttons at the top of her dressy shirt had been undone – fully for his benefit he was sure. To hell whoever thought it was theirs.
He walked to her as smoothly as usual, but there was a jerk to his step when she started coming towards him. He stopped halfway across the room and watched her as she continued to come to him. He stared awed as she took his hand from where it hung at his side and placed it on her breast. He realized for the first time how thin the fabric of her shirt was, and how silky, much like her lingerie he was sure. Now, he ached to get inside her.
She was about to comment on how he seemed more in awe and timid than usual when his aggressive cockiness came back in a flash. She felt his hand closing more tightly on her breast and then suddenly she was flushed up against him with his other hand gripping her waist. She was nearly done for when she saw the fiery lust in his eyes that threatened to consume her.
She had one last trick.
She took the hand grasping her waist firmly and laid her own hand on it. Slowly, she guided it to the place between her legs where the skirt still covered. Even through the thicker material, she knew he could feel how wet she was.
"Oh…fuck," he shuddered in a low husky breath.
She smirked and rose up her skirt, shoving his hand into her oasis of secrets.
He groaned and plunged three fingers inside of her.
She felt droplets of sweat sprinkling onto her neck when he leaned his forehead against hers. By some miracle she managed to keep from falling.
"God damn it, Blair. Let me lock the fucking door," he rasped against her, biting her earlobe and nibbling at the skin across her collarbone, all the while pumping her and shivering as if he could hardly stand it.
"No one's stopping you," she whispered against his face, pressing hot steamy kisses along his jawline until she reached his full lips and took great advantage to keep him quiet.
He growled and hefted her up off her feet, releasing his hand from her inner places reluctantly. The feel of her legs wrapped around his waist however did not entirely cure his ability to walk to the door successfully and lock it. He made it within two steps and then Blair had to stop her wild kissing to lock the door herself.
The security they now had somehow gave him that second wind of fire. He pushed her up against the wall, right next to the door and shoved her skirt up, ripping her panties in a single tear and shoving down his pants to the floor.
Her intoxicating kisses were nearly the death of him, but he got the condom in place and he got her shirt off, needing to delay the urgent need to be inside her just a little longer so he could hold her breasts in his hands.
He was mesmerized by how beautiful and soft they looked nestled in their silk bra cups frilled with black lace. He could not tear his eyes away and was drawn ever further into her seductive claws when she slowly undid the bra herself and pushed her breasts together amidst ridding him of his own shirt and dangling his undone bow tie around her neck.
He devoured the soft to the touch globes with his lips and tongue and teeth. He buried his head between them, and gloried in the feel of her manicured fingernails drilling gently into his scalp. When he heard her sultrily pant his name…
"Chuck."
He raised his head and kissed her hard, raising her legs that had fallen once against around his waist and then thrusting inside her faster than he'd ever done before, until he was empty and spent and capable entirely of falling over.
"Don't drop me," she whispered mischievously into his ear as she smirked.
He lifted his gaze to her devilish eyes and kissed her again.
"Stop draining me then," he replied with an equally devilish smirk.
She was about to speak but he stopped her with another onslaught of feverish kisses. She was slammed once more against the wall and holding on feebly with what little strength she had left. When he started pumping once more in and out, in and out, slower this time – painfully slow – she more or less collapsed against him and screamed into the empty bathroom when she came, the sound smothered only by her teeth hard set on his shoulder, breaking the skin with her force.
He stifled a sharp groan of pain, still recovering from the second bout of spasms he'd wracked through both of their bodies in the last twenty minutes.
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A/N: My installments will not always be this long. I was just away from my computer for a couple days and so couldn't go off of my previous multi-chap stories to continue them in any way. Hope you enjoyed. Here's where these ideas stemmed from:
Snippet 1: Based off 4x18 promo
Snippet 2: Future, based off Blair marrying Louis & how Chuck's been dealing with it…
Snippet 3: Based off spoilers from the rest of the season. Sometime between when Louis proposes and the end of the season.
Snippet 4: Sometime during CB's affair in S1 (1x08-1x10), a little steamy encounter in her room. ;p
Snippet 5: I was watching something that I don't even know what it was called…and CB came to mind. It happens all too often, I'm afraid. ;)