Title: Bittersweet Welcome
Author: BookCaseGirl (Abby)
Date: June 27, 2009 (Beginning)
Rating: This chapter is most definitely RATED M.
Classification: Well, sad...but it'll get happy, or you can all kill me.
Summary: After fifteen years away in Hong Kong, Chuck Bass returns to the Upper East Side for a sad event. When he sees all of his old friends and acquaintances – Blair in particular – he decides to stay for good, and finds out several pieces of life-changing information.
Author's Note: Thank you all for the sweet reviews last chapter. I'd like to give a special shout-out to all the anonymous reviewers, who I don't get to give review-replies to. So many of you have stuck with the story the entire way, and that's totally appreciated. This isn't the last chapter. I had a late night last night and was too tired to write, and then an eight hour drive today. This story will be done after fifteen chapters on Wednesday. I hold myself to that stubbornly, haha.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl
Because of my impatience in wanting to get this up, I didn't send it to a beta. My apologies, once again.
Chuck's hand drew small circles on the small of Blair's back – just above the curve of her behind – as she lay with the back of her own body against the front of his. He drank in her milky skin for the first time in what felt like eternity and leaned forward, his lips puckered to trail adoring kisses down her spine and then back up. She shivered and her body snuggled back closer to his, making him stir far below, but then still.
Cuddling had never been his forte, really. It had never been something he understood. But with Blair, it was natural and easy to repeat (much like other, more seductive aspects of their relationship). During their first time together, they had fallen onto the floor of his limo and her small body was cold and covered with goosebumps from the bitter air of late October. So, Chuck had reached out and grasped her again, holding her body flush against his for the remainder of the ride. It had been a comforting gesture at the time, and ever since, the loving embrace that they shared after passionate love-making was just a regular habit of Chuck and Blair's.
"Mmm," she moaned contentedly. "This is nice..." Blair turned around and looked at him, the softest of smiles decorating her full lips. He smiled right back at her in response, his lips moving against her bare breast. Blair turned fully, using her waist, and buried her head into his chest. Chuck put his right hand on top of her head and rubbed it back and forth softly, absentmindedly.
He smirked when she abruptly rose her head from his chest and slid down the length of his body, stopping just before the tops of his thighs as mini Chuck greeted her warmly, rising up to attention. Blair looked back up at Chuck, whose head had raised from the pillow where he had been resting (to watch, of course), and gave him a devilish smile before lowering her head onto his member.
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She didn't do anything forward at first, just looked closely at the throbbing extension of Chuck's body – examining every vein that she swore was new in the last fifteen years. Blair was forced to re-memorize his lusciously inviting body and did so without much encouragement on Chuck's part (though she was sure it was much the same for him).
Growing impatient, he wiggled his lower half down further on the bed so that it was closer to her face (as if it really needed to be). Acquiescing, Blair played with his balls, fingering them lightly and teasing the coarse hairs that were there with the tips of her fingernails. She kissed up and down every side of his length and then gave one long lick up to the top before taking him fully into her mouth, getting rewarded with a moan that showed no effort of being held back.
His breathing was shallow and quick as she swirled her tongue around and around, and he grabbed her head, massaging her scalp in thanks, but not making her take him any deeper. She heard her name fall from his lips and smiled around his big bulge, drawing her lips up as he let out an emasculate whimper of loss. She kissed the head and then dropped her lips down to his thighs.
Getting dangerously close to his penis, she pressed featherlight kisses on the insides of his thighs and on each one of his hips. Chuck's head whipped from side to side as she continued to torture him and finally – before he forced her – she moved her head up and enveloped him in her hot mouth again.
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"Oh, fuck, Blair," Chuck whispered. His head had risen again as he watched her gorgeous face go up and down him at an alarming pace. Hands gripping the sheets, Chuck let out a growl that morphed into a load groan as he exploded into her mouth. She licked and sucked him off happily as he thrust up into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, but – strangely – not causing her gagging reflex to trigger.
Once Chuck was satisfied and his unknown need was sated, Blair crawled back up his body and looked into his eyes expectantly. He smirked and shifted, his hardness hitting the middle of her calf and making her eyes close in anticipation. She lay on top of him, awaiting what was so obviously inevitable, with her chest heaving and touching his with each rough breath that she drew in.
He grabbed the back of her butt and positioned it over his throbbing and hot member. She hesitated, looking at him meaningfully.
"I'm not ready to do this....like this, again, Chuck. It was too much the last time." Her voice was serious, and he watched her attentively as she pulled open a drawer on what must have been Nate's bedside table at one point. She fit the condom over him and then sank down slowly, darting out her tongue to moisten her lips before biting down hard as she grabbed his hair.
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Blair rose up and sank down slowly each time as Chuck began to thrust up, meeting her. Her bottom lip slipped from between her teeth, and her hands slid down to grasp his broad shoulders as she pushed her breasts into his chest and shimmied her bottom half down further. His cock stroked a different place inside of her in a delicious way that caused Blair to purr directly into his ear.
After what seemed like only three seconds, Blair felt herself unraveling at a steady pace as Chuck drove into her at high speed, trying to satisfy them both in ways that they hadn't experienced in so long. Blair's insides coiled and then – obviously in the mood to be a teasing bastard – he stopped, mid-stroke. It couldn't have been very pleasing to him, either, but she knew that that particular fact didn't matter to him. He wanted one thing. And goddamnit, she would give it to him.
"Chuck!" she wailed, slamming down and causing him to push back up with primal characteristics. She began a mantra of 'yes, yes, yes' as he continued to push her so far towards the edge. She could feel the springs inside of her slowly uncoiling until – finally, at last – they sprung her free, off into an oblivion that Blair could never get enough of. It was the world of Chuck Bass's pleasure.
With three more size-able thrusts, Chuck grunted and spent himself, clutching at her back desperately and smoothing down her tousled hair as she lay on his chest and allowed him to finish off his own orgasm. Moments later, Blair rolled off of him and spooned against his chest once again. It was as if nothing had ever even happened. Like no time had passed since they had gotten back to business only...Jesus, thirty minutes? They sure were getting good at this – and fast, too. Definitely rivaling their teenage selves.
Blair moaned so softly that it could have been considered a sigh as Chuck's arm draped around her side and his fingers drummed on her flat, milky stomach. Her eyes drifted closed as a smile settled onto her face. She would have time to feel overly-guilty about this being so soon after her husband – Nate's – death later. Right now, she concentrated on Chuck's far-away-sounding hums of a tune that he only sang to her when he was at his highest peak of happiness – Love me Do, by the Beatles.
Life was good, for that moment. And that moment was the only one that mattered. The future, the past, they were all far away from Blair because for once, she was just living life second by second without plans and organization.
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Vic knocked on the Humphrey's door, remembering that his mom had set up a play-date for Adri and Josie the previous afternoon. His original plan was to get some gin in good old Mrs. H. (she always loved an afternoon martini) and find out more about Chuck Bass and his mother. The more that he knocked, the less of a response the fifteen-year-old got, though.
Turning on his heel, Victor stomped off of the front porch of the family's porch, angry as hell.
How would his damn plan work now?
End Note: Short, but there will be another chapter tomorrow. No worries. Reviews make me giggle like a child at Christmas (;