A/N: So this is was going to be way longer than my usual chapters for this fic, but I split it on a cliff hanger (too bad for you.) I know I haven't updated in like forever. Sorry. I'm not sure how many more chapters there's going to be but this is coming to a close. This chapter is a little filler but it was just too long, sorry, again. I didn't edit this a lot, so sorry for mistakes. I just wanted to get this out since I hadn't updated for awhile.
Summary: He was going to make it last this time. Not just their physical exertions, but everything. He was going to keep her this time. And it wasn't over. Because he was going to take her into his bed and love her the way they were meant to be.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. All rights are Gossip Girl's.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But something that was so wrong couldn't feel so good... could it? Because if there was something that she was sure of, it was how she never wanted to be anywhere else. But still, in the recession of her mind, she knew this wasn't how they were supposed to be.
She also knew it was too late. Not only because she had started loving him with all her might when she was a simple (or not so simple) girl of 16, but because the way he was moving against her made things way too late. Too late in the respect of how his tongue danced across her neck in a tortuous path that made it apparent that having sex with him in the back of his limo again, for the second time that day, was really not a way to get sympathy. It wasn't really what she was aiming for, because Penelope wasn't blameless in this whole debacle, but fooling around with someone else's fiancé really was frowned upon even if he just happened to belong to you anyway. Because Chuck Bass definitely did belong to Blair Waldorf. That's the way it was and would always be.
So she just gave into herself. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't help anything when he was doing that infuriating thing he did to her insides.
She suddenly felt him hiss and she pulled away instinctively. He still remained to have his shirt stripped form his body like she liked (because he only left his clothes on when he was with his whores, not her) but did have all of the buttons popped out of their holes, revealing the chest that was heaving with desire. She could still, however, see his wrists that were rubbed raw by the handcuffs that lay on the floor of the limo. He had still insisted on keeping them (no matter how unsanitary it was that drug dealers of some sort had probably shared it with her Chuck) claiming they could wash them... and then she had stopped listening because he had somehow already ripped off her skirt. He was efficient that way. Tricky bastard.
She pulled away from his injured wrists but he still surged ahead, ignoring the sharp prickling, evidence of how much his "fiancé" was so going to go down courtesy of his beautiful lover. The real one. The one that he was sure he would never let go of every again, because you would be completely idiotic to do so.
"Chuck..." she said uncertainly, hating that she still had the ability to hurt him, even if it was just physically this time and not tearing his soul to shreds.
"Shh," he quited her, enveloping her in another fiery kiss. He was so afraid that she would resist him again. The afternoon had seemed to good (despite the small detail of getting arrested.) She had finally come to him. After eternities of absence she walked into his place like she owned it and submitted to him in the dominant way that only she could.
He had been preparing to make this last as long as possible even though his limo happened to be parked right in front of the building he shared with a harpy. He just didn't care anymore. He couldn't when her toes were curling under him in the way that she had confided in him one night when she knocked back on too many gin martini's only he could inspire in her. Then all of a sudden her scream of his name shattered his concentration and he let go. He could have made it last longer but she always made him lose his concentration. She was just so distracting.
He was going to make it last this time. Not just their physical exertions, but everything. He was going to keep her this time. And it wasn't over. Because he was going to take her into his bed and love her the way they were meant to be.
He peeled himself off of her and watched her hesitantly as he pulled his shirt on (which she always insisted that he take off, another thing that he loved about her, though he wasn't sure why.) He knew she was about to say something to make this exponentially worse so he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
He loved it when he took her by surprise. Her brown eyes widened and he wanted to drink her in. But he had her attention and it always got him that he still had the ability to always excite her, always confuse her, always have them be... just Chuck and Blair.
"Beautiful," he called her softly. She gently tried to pull away from him but he pulled her into him sharply and kissed her again, hard. He heard her make a sound of more surprise at the back of her throat which only encouraged him to kiss her harder.
He pulled away and took her hand tenderly, pulling at her.
"Sorry," she said quickly, pulling from his hands, away from his slight injury. She looked ashamed, like it was her fault. He didn't say anything, urging her silently to look at him.
"You thought about me."
She looked at him questioningly and he smirked knowingly.
"The whole time you were away," he said smugly, "you thought about me. Thinking about how no one could read you like I can." He leaned to her throat and lay a small kiss there. She leaned forward instinctually and he pulled away again, opening the door and getting out. Her eyes narrowed and she followed him carefully as though she knew his game.
He really couldn't argue with her. Because he had her pressed against his limo, his lips melding with hers again. He felt her freeze beneath him with disappointment as she attempted to extricate herself.
"What?"
"Chuck, stop."
"What?" he asked again, angrier this time.
"Just no."
"No?" he sneered. "What do you mean no?"
Blair raised an artful eyebrow at him. "We can't."
"We can't?" he laughed cruelly. "That didn't exactly stop you from jumping me when I was discharged."
"Me?" she asked skeptically. "You're the one who considered an hour in a jail cell a need for a conjugal visit."
He suddenly pressed himself against her and from her posture, he knew that she was aware of his status of admiration towards her at the moment.
"You weren't exactly complaining, sweetheart."
She shoved him away. "Not out here."
"Luckily I own the building."
What could a girl do but agree? Even if she didn't really want to.
Elevators were tricky for them. It wasn't just the time that he trapped her and Serena in one to liquor them up to get them to kiss (yes, she knew his real motive-- he didn't give a damn about her best friend and her making up.) It just so happened that not so long ago during a black out in which they were trapped in an elevator he had once again convinced her to take her clothes off (he had a talent for that), unaware that the security cameras were still in effect (which he knew, she was sure of, since he owned the building) and almost had the tapes sent to her mother just for fun.
Yes, elevators were complicated for the for the sole fact that he could press the emergency stop button any moment and have her curling in on herself with sheer need for him. Then again, he could do that just as well in his own bed, but he just liked catching her unawares.
This was probably how not five minutes after he had rolled off of her for the second time that day, his hand was down the front of her dress while holding her leg up around his waist. She had to admit, he was gifted.
"Chuck," she said, turning her head away from him again. He misunderstood entirely.
"I'm almost there," he said gruffly, tight with want.
"No," she mumbled and she was sure that he didn't hear her. Either that or he was choosing to ignore her which he did when she was resistant.
"Chuck--" she tried again but was cut off by sharp teeth at her neck which never failed to have her choke off. She knew him so well, though, that she was able to gain her wind again. "I told you..."
He groaned in annoyance, but still not detaching himself. "You said not in public. We're alone here. Very alone."
she didn't like his tone. She knew the warning signs. They were dangerously close to exploding in this very small shaft. She hated how that made her just want more.
"You're engaged."
That set him off. He groaned loudly and angrily, pushing himself off of her. He stalked in the small space of the elevator, running his hands agitatedly through his hair that she wished she could entwine her hands through again.
"Why do you insist on complicating things?" he asked with vigor.
"You weren't exactly resistant, darling," Blair snapped. "The minute I showed up you were all over me."
"Like it wasn't what you wanted," he retorted. "You don't know what's its been like. I wish it wasn't like this."
"Maybe you shouldn't have gotten engaged."
"That's not even it," he said. "Because I'm not. You know I'm not."
"Really?" Blair asked with slow acid. "Because that invitation proves otherwise."
"Then you shouldn't have come," he said. "You shouldn't have made me need you so much again."
"I guess that's the difference between us," Blair said coolly. "Because I've never stopped needing you."
"But you left," he ground out.
"And I would have come back sooner if you wanted me to," Blair said, suddenly sullen. "I would have been at your side in a second when you in the hospital. But once again, you didn't want me to."
And there it was. The reason that he loved her so much. It was the reason he hated her so much. He didn't know how she had found out (damn Serena) but she did. And it didn't matter to her because she hadn't acted any differently. They still wanted each other (loved each other) in the same desperate and heady way they had at 16. and that would never change.
"Blair," Chuck said, afraid of her reaction.
Fortunately, the elevator slid open.
Or unfortunately considering who was standing in the apartment.
"Oh my god."
Well Blair would recognize that judgmental voice from anywhere. She was still hot from the arguing with Chuck that never ceased to whip her into a frenzy and the very recent sex that she scolded her body for betraying her to the enemy that she turned to face Serena without even a thought to what they both looked like.
If it hadn't been for Chuck's dark chuckle at Serena's face, Blair wouldn't have noticed. She still didn't, until she felt his burning gaze penetrate her. She looked and saw how low his eye line had dipped. She shoved him away quickly, zipping up the front of her dress where Chuck's insistent hands had treaded briefly.
"What do you think you are doing?" Serena asked, pulling her out of the elevator, right before the doors closed on them. Chuck followed at a leisurely pace, their past discussion forgotten in Serena's humorous reaction.
"I should ask you the same question, sis," Chuck drawled. "What are you still doing in my house?"
"And I should ask you the same question," Serena said, glaring at Blair. "And I was waiting for you, brother."
"I'm touched," Chuck said, rolling his eyes sarcastically.
"Not as touched as you were about to be," Serena shot back, sending Blair another look.
"I don't know why you're standing to be so judgmental all of a sudden," Chuck said sourly. "We were just--"
"Fornicating?"
"Someone's been reading the dictionary," Chuck said. "Not that its any of your business."
"It is when you're luring my best friend into an affair."
"You'll find, actually, that it was the other way around," Chuck said suggestively, not so subtly checking Blair out beside him.
"I don't care," Serena said. "And we're leaving."
"Its my house," Chuck said darkly. "And we were in the middle of something."
"I don't want to know what you were in the middle of," Serena said, grabbing Blair again and pulling her towards the elevator.
"Again," Chuck growled, "none of your business."
He didn't even have a chance to follow as Blair's searching eyes were shut out and she was gone, obscured by that elevator that he now vowed to hate.
"It wasn't like that," Blair said quietly as the elevator descended towards the lobby. "Really."
"Oh, really?" Serena asked scornfully. "Because it looked like you were about to have unsanitary sex in an elevator with my step-brother. My engaged step-brother."
"Just because you had your heart broken by a committed scum bag doesn't mean I will," Blair shot back, hitting her where it hurt. "And you're not one to call me out on elevators, by the way."
"And I learned my lesson."
"Sure," Blair shrugged. "And all of the other mistakes you made."
"He's committed to Penelope," Serena said, almost regretfully. "And don't think he won't break your heart, because he will."
"Been there, done that," Blair said flippantly. "Because really, its all relative. Nothing can hurt as much as being forbidden to go to him when he needed me most."
"He didn't want you there."
She was sure that Chuck wasn't really committed to her. He promised. Blair pressed her fingers to her forehead and Serena almost wanted to comfort her. But this was going too far too fast and she didn't know what to do to stop it. So she just stood there as the doors opened.
"I know."
Then again, she spoke too soon. Serena tightened and Blair just sighed.
"Hello, Penelope."