A/N: Good Lord. I think the best thing in the world just happened to me. XD Despite my insistence on resisting spoilers at all costs, I stupidly subscribed to a site that often updates with spoilers. Lmao! Anyways, there is a very recent spoiler that has been sent to me. SPOILER ALERT! CB are going to have some hot, steamy scenes this season. And no, that doesn't mean they'll be together. But, please, how far off could it be? We knew they could never resist each other. ;)
So, yeah, you guessed it. I'm going to write up a possible steamy sex scene (meaning rated M – definitely) between C & B for sometime in the season. Hope you all enjoy, and please, please comment. ;)
*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
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Some part of her mind was still thinking logically. The other part of her – the majority part – was trying to maintain some sort of breathing skill while being pushed up against the wall by her ex-lover, Chuck Bass. What had happened, she wondered, as she felt the nipping of his teeth on the smooth silk of her neck. She'd been pissed and heartbroken, not only from what he'd done with Jenny and the hotel, but also because he'd had the nerve to come back with a girlfriend and with the determination to be something he wasn't.
But that wasn't true. He'd come back wanting to be worthy of her, wanting to not hurt her ever again. That part of Chuck Bass had always been there deep down. And the passion that flared between them now, most of it provoked by him, proved to her the very Chuck Bass reputation he'd developed amongst the women of New York and elsewhere was still there. But this time it was all directed at her.
She couldn't focus. Her eyes were a mix of blurry and black, so she just decided to close him and thrill in the feel of Chuck pressed tightly against her. She was vaguely aware of the obvious bed just a few feet away, but she could no longer concentrate on changing locations. Not when Chuck's obvious manhood was bulging against her thighs, not when his lips were devouring her mouth and every inch of skin on her face and neck and shoulders, not when he was sliding the slim straps of her dress off her shoulders and unzipping the back of it painfully slow.
Oh yeah. This experience had Chuck Bass written all over it.
"Chuck," she gasped, breathing heavily against him as he lifted her up to about his hips. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Blair," he grunted, pushing himself still closer to her, a fistful of her gorgeous locks in one hand and squeezing enticingly rough on her hip with the other.
She sucked in a quick breath of air when she felt him lifting up her dress and feeling around for her panties. He stilled for one brief moment and pulled away from where his teeth seemed glued to her neck. She wasn't wearing any underwear and she could tell from the look on his face that he was trying to not look pleased or like he'd hoped for it, but there was no denying the look of pure lust and enthusiasm embedded in his eyes.
"You're not—"
"No," she breathed, forcing his mouth back on hers with an intensity that she swore sent a shudder through him. She wondered if he'd ever been like this with any other girl. Somehow she just couldn't possibly imagine him giving Eva this kind of excitement, but she didn't think about it a moment longer. Two of his fingers had slipped into her core and heat flooded through her and into him like a monsoon flooding a scorching desert.
"God, Chuck!" she cried out, wrapping her arms even more fiercely around his neck, her forehead collapsing on his shoulder. Her nails dug into his skin. He was panting now, clearly on the edge of collapsing himself.
"Bed," he mumbled breathlessly. She shook her head rapidly, as if she was appalled by the idea yet in an extreme tired state.
"No. Here. Now," she demanded. She lifted her head to greet his eyes again and the intensity he saw in her eyes turned his legs into jelly. He braced himself against the wall. Being called impatient would have been a serious understatement at the moment. It irritated her that he'd apparently suddenly gotten cold feet about doing it on a wall. That was un-Chuck Bass like. She didn't like it, so she squeezed her legs tighter around him, pressing herself up against his fingers which seemed to crumple inside her.
"Touch me, Chuck," she whispered hotly in his ear. Again, she swore she felt him shudder. I want you," she said darkly in his other ear, bringing her face back around to seek the depths in his intense eyes. If everything else in him appeared to be shaking, his eyes told a completely different story.
His breathing quickened but he didn't move. She relaxed her arms around his neck and leaned back a little, coy grin proudly in place. Her eyes glittered with mischief.
"Don't tell me you've got cold feet over doing me on a wall," she said slowly, seductively, as she traced the lines of his full lips with her fingertip. A breath seemed to get caught in his throat again and her smile widened. She leaned further back in his embrace until it seemed it was only the wall and her legs wrapped around Chuck's waist that were keeping her in mid-air. She tightened her grip on him and lifted herself off the wall just enough to pull the dress over her head. No bra had been necessary and she saw the satisfaction evident in his eyes at that fact; she had not worn any undergarments on their third date. She'd known this would happen. And not just because he was Chuck Bass trying extra hard not to hurt her, but because she needed to have him again like this and she knew that would be the perfect lure.
"I don't want to go too fast," he breathed extra hard and extra fast, his eyes devouring her breasts as they lay out before him practically on a silver platter, supple and round, warm to the touch. Her arms encircled his neck again and he groaned as she pressed her breasts up against his chest that ridiculous still had a shirt on it.
"Make love to me, Chuck," she breathed hotly again in his ear. She considered giving him the option of either the wall or the bed just because she was so desperate to have him inside of her by now but she rejected the contemplation. She simply could not wait, and she wanted it rough against the wall. What might be called reunion sex should be memorable, not…what's expected for normal people. He was Chuck Bass and she was Blair Waldorf. They didn't do normal, especially not with each other.
Luckily for her, the Chuck she'd fallen in love with had been rising to the surface faster than quicksand after things had ended with that girlfriend of his, Eva, from France. He still had his even more strict morals in place, but it was clear he couldn't resist her. Using the bed was just an excuse to get out of the predicament he now considered them to be in. Clearly, he had forgotten that fighting got her hot, especially when it was about sex.
She leaned forward and kissed him, pulling back on his bottom lip with her teeth. "Make love to me," she whispered again. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, glad that his bowtie, of which he'd started wearing again, had at least been peeled off before they reached the bedroom. He did not stop her. When she unbuckled him and unzipped his pants, he did not stop her or complain in the least. His heavy breathing and almost continuous moaning told her she was definitely doing something right, numerous things in fact.
"Chuck," she whispered into his mouth, cradling his large length in her hand, swirling her fingers around it with delicate lightness. He could take it no longer. He pushed into her hard and rough, the impact pulling her straight back against the wall. It was not entirely unexpected but she was taken by surprise. She recovered quickly though, creating the fast tempo before he could retreat. Soon he was lost in her – all morals forgotten.
She cried out his name amongst moans and growls. "I can taste you," he growled against her. "God, I can taste you," he murmured, pressing himself harder against her, increasing the speed at which their hips moved against each other, the way their pelvises fit perfectly and ground in extreme pleasure, mixing the sweat they created.
"Chuck!" she cried out again, holding onto him fiercely, ever heightening herself on him to create a new sensation.
"Blair," he grunted back. And then euphoria hit. They both cried out each other's names one final time in exultation. Then, Chuck nearly collapsed against her. Blair's legs dangled around his hips and eventually her feet hit the floor. His head, having fallen on her shoulder, lifted up and looked into her mysterious, desire-laden eyes, exhausted as she was.
"This changes everything," he panted softly, not breaking eye contact for a moment.
"It changes nothing," she said, seduction somehow still evident in her voice. He could have sworn he'd begun to harden again.
"You're lying," he told her, suddenly filled with enthusiasm at the reminder that he could always drag out her denial for the world to see.
Her head fell against his shoulder, and she wondered how he had suddenly gotten so sturdy when he was seconds from falling just a moment earlier. Now, she longed for the soft silk comforter neatly lying atop the bed just beyond.
"Yes," she said, breathless. Finally, he was telling the truth.
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A/N: It is finished. Hope you handled it alright. ;) Review!
