Charlie In Real Life
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl in any way, and right now, I'm okay with that. Chuck and Blair are finally together!! Everyone rejoice!!
Previously on CIRL:
-Charlie, Zac, Gabe confrontation.
-Summer vacation starting.
-Father's day.
-Father's day brunch.
-Gabe, Charlie confrontation, resulting in her finding out that Carter Baizen is Gabe's real father.
*This chapter is rated M*
Chapter 21
They hadn't spoken since he had uttered those last few words. She couldn't believe it, it wasn't Allie who he had been going to see, it was… his father.
"We're here", he said, finally breaking the silence that had permeated between them.
The limo door opened and he stepped out. He straightened then turned, offering a hand out to assist her.
She hesitated, not quite knowing what she was getting herself into. She looked intently into Gabe's eyes and suddenly, she had no doubts. She reached out and clasped her hand in his as he helped her out of the limo.
—
"Ms. Georgina and Ms. Allison are not here presently, but Mr. Baizen will be right down", said the maid to them smiling.
"Thank you Helena, as you know, that's who I'm here to see."
"Of course Mr. Knight, excuse me."
Gabe nodded as the maid retreated into a hallway and they were left in the living room.
Charlie looked around anxiously and said, "Gabe, we really don't need to do this. I—"
He looked at her with such a brooding look that her words died down.
"You wanted the truth, now you're going to get it, all of it."
"Son", said a man, who she took to be Gabe's biological father as he walked into the room. Carter Baizen was a good-looking, dark haired, grey eyed man, not much older than her own father, she thought.
Charlie watched Gabe frown at the term and found herself wondering about their relationship.
"To what do I owe this great surprise?", he asked patting Gabe on the back, "Don't tell me, you've come to wish me a happy father's day", he said smiling then shifted his gaze to her, his eyes roaming, making her feel slightly uncomfortable, but then he spoke, "This must be the famous Charlie", he said extending a hand.
She raised her own tentatively and he took her hand in his grip, "You don't know how long I've waited to meet you", he said as his eyes bore into hers, a look in them she couldn't quite define.
An illogical fear built up in her. She pulled her hand back abruptly, his touch feeling like a she had put her hand over a flame.
Gabe pulled her close to him and said, "We just came so that Charlie could meet you, nothing more."
"Gabe", she said looking up at him, not wanting him to get into an argument on her account.
"It's alright, Gabe and I are still working things out Charlie, or do you prefer Charlotte?"
She gave a hesitant smile and said, "No, Charlie's fine, everyone calls me that, unless of course I get into trouble then my parents revert to my full name."
His eyes narrowed at the mention of her parents but she brushed it off.
"Why don't we take a seat?", he said gesturing towards the sofas.
Charlie made a move towards the couch but Gabe held her firmly to him, "We won't be staying that long."
"Gabriel, please", said Carter taking a seat on one of the sofas, "Let's converse for just a few minutes."
Charlie pulled him and they sat on the couch opposite his…father.
"Why don't we get acquainted?", he asked through a smile.
"I doubt she wants to associate herself with an ex-convict", said Gabe in a hard tone.
Charlie's eyes widened and Carter quickly said, "We've been over this, I was wrongfully accused."
"Not according to the judge."
"Gabriel", his father said in a warning as his smile faded and was replaced with a dark look.
"Yes Carter?", asked Gabe mockingly.
"Gabe, stop", said Charlie in a small voice, what had she walked into?, she thought, an ex-convict?
Gabe looked at her then let out a frustrated breath, "Fine."
"What do you want to talk about Dad?"
Carter didn't rise up to the bait and turned his eyes towards Charlie, "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself? To have my son this enthralled, you must be something special but then again, I would expect nothing less from a Waldorf-Bass."
Charlie frowned, "How did you—", but she stopped herself, thinking Gabe or Georgina must have told him.
"You can't live here and not know who the crème de la crème of New York society is", he said casually, "And of course your parents impeccable reputation precedes them."
Charlie nodded, of course he would have heard of her parents, she thought, piqued by the fact that that was the case with every new face she encountered.
"There's not much to tell", she said cautiously, "I'm sixteen, I'm a sophomore at Constance Billard's school for girls, I have two younger brothers, and a cat named Fred", she said shrugging her shoulders, "That's about it."
"Good, now that we're all acquainted, we can leave", said Gabe standing up and reaching for her hand.
"Gabe, who taught you to be so rude?"
"I know who didn't teach me otherwise", he said, his voice stern.
"Gabriel, I thought we talked this out. You know why I wasn't there for you."
"Yes, because you were serving five to ten but guess what Carter? I'm seventeen years old, I think the math is simple enough that even you can figure out", he said snidely.
Carter stood up with an irate look in his eyes, "I'm your father, you owe me some respect."
"I don't owe you anything, you're not my father. All we share are some strands of DNA, and even having to admit that much, is something I hate about myself. My father is Adam Knight…we're done here, for good", he said angrily then turned and took her hand. He pulled her up and towards the exit before she could even begin to process any of what had just been said.
—
Blair paced the small hallway leading to the banquet room while redialing Charlie's number for the tenth time, "I'm going to kill that girl of mine", she muttered as she snapped her phone shut after being greeted by her voicemail yet again.
Blair tilted her head, making sure the coast was clear. Chuck was bound to notice her missing any minute now. How could Charlie have left without saying a word to anyone? She knew she wasn't allowed to go anywhere today, especially with Gabriel, she thought irritably. She just knew Chuck would rant and rave once he found out.
She exhaled soundly and opened her phone again.
"Important call?"
Her breath caught as she looked up and saw Chuck standing a few feet away from her with his ever present smirk upon his face.
She grinned and closed her cell then placed it back in her bag. Here goes trying to delay the inevitable, she thought, already fretting over the ensuing argument.
"Yes, I was telling my lover the timing is perfect. My husband is very occupied and won't notice I've slipped away", she said shrugging her shoulders indifferently.
"I see", he said walking up to her as his eyes narrowed.
She gripped his lapels and pushed him against the wall, "Now the question is Bass, what are you going to do about it?"
"Before or after I kill him?", he asked in a tone that conveyed many things, but banter wasn't one of them.
"You can't be serious", she said running a hand over his jacket, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles.
"I'm completely serious", he said looking fixedly into her eyes, "Tell me who it is now, while it can still be ruled a crime of passion, because if I put my P.I. on it, I most certainly would be looking at first degree murder."
"Chuck", said Blair abandoning her little game.
He continued on as if she hadn't spoken at all, "I would personally plan, down to the last detail, how best to make him suffer—"
"Chuck!", Blair repeated smacking him on the chest, "You know I was just teasing you."
"And I was informing you."
Blair rolled her eyes then pulled him close, switching tactics. She was going to change the subject the best way she knew how, "You know you're the only one for me", she said as she placed a butterfly kiss at the corner of his mouth, "My husband", she continued, as her lips brushed lightly on the opposite side, never letting her mouth fully capture his, "And my love", she said in a whisper, just a breath away from his lips. She smiled impishly and pulled back, intending to break free but he leaned in and took her lips in a swift kiss.
She let out a small gasp as he pulled her tight against him and turned them, blocking her against the wall.
He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as she looked back, his gaze smoldering in it's intensity. He brought a hand up and brushed a finger across her pouted crimson lips.
"You're everything to me", he said as his hand ran down to stroke the heart shaped charm on her necklace. Inside it, hung three smaller hearts that represented each of their children. He had given it to her on their fifth wedding anniversary nearly seven years ago, of course, back then it only had two hearts. He had added the third some months later, he thought grinning at the memory of Matthew's birth.
Blair smiled up at him, hooking her hands around his neck, "Chuck Bass, when did you become so perfect?"
"I'm not, I'm far from it. I've merely learned what this beating organ inside of me is for and that, I owe solely to you."
Her heart skipped a beat, just as it always did at his words.
"I'll never forgive myself for all the pain I caused you", he said as the back of his hand caressed her face.
Blair frowned as his solemn look marred the perfect moment they had been sharing.
She hugged herself to him and said, "When are you going to let that go? We're happily married, we have three beautiful children, a great life, leave the past in the past."
He pulled back, "I'll never forget it. History shouldn't be disregarded", he said taking her left hand in his, "It should be perused and examined from time to time —", he continued, adjusting her wedding ring until it was aligned perfectly with the lights, resulting in a twinkling luminosity, "—So that the mistakes from the past, don't become regrets of the future", he concluded then turned her hand and bent his head, kissing her palm tenderly.
Tears filled her eyes as she kissed his lips softly, "I love you."
He smiled, "and I you."
"Charles!", came a shout, interrupting their tête-à-tête .
Chuck pulled back and smirked, "Winston, you do know how to show up at the most inopportune times."
The old man laughed and turned to her, "My apologies Mrs. Bass."
Blair smiled, he really was such a sweet man, one of the few male board members Chuck allowed to go near her, "It's alright Winston, we were just finishing up here anyway."
Winston blushed and Chuck's grin widened, "Mrs. Bass, I do believe you've embarrassed the man", he said finding the awkward moment humorous.
Blair's eyes widened and her own cheeks flushed at how her comment had been perceived, "No!", she said hastily, "That's not what I meant—we—we weren't—"
"It's nothing to be ashamed of Blair. Winston is happily married too, he knows how it goes when you have an itch you just have to scratch, regardless of your surroundings", he said looking amusingly into Blair's horrified eyes.
"Chuck!", she said as she smacked him on the arm, "Winston, he didn't mean that", she said apologetically to the man.
Winston looked down with a sheepish look on his face, "It's quite alright Mrs. Bass. I was actually looking for Charlotte, my granddaughter wanted to have a few words with her."
Blair bit her bottom lip as Chuck looked questioningly at her.
"I thought Charlie was out there with Luke and Matthew."
Blair ignored his question and turned to Winston, "Charlotte had to leave unexpectedly but I'll tell her to give Sarah a call."
Winston smiled and nodded then excused himself and retraced his steps back into the banquet room.
"Where did Charlie go?", he asked in a dark tone.
"Chuck?", said Blair in a sing-song voice looking up at him innocently.
"Blair?", he said in the same tone, humoring her, though fully aware that he would not like where this was headed at all.
"Remember how much you love me?"
"Blair", he said as he scowled, done with indulging her.
"I don't know where she went but I'm pretty sure I know who she left with", she said grimacing as his scowl deepened.
Chuck remained silent then turned, heading back towards the banquet room.
"Where are you going?", she asked as she met his quick strides.
"I'm going to ask Mr. Knight where his vexing son is", he retorted.
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Luke looked around the hall and sighed as he rolled his eyes. This day would be interminable. If one more lady came up to him and pinched his cheeks just once more, he would lose it, he thought irritably as he adjusted his bow tie.
He got up from his seat and walked out of the banquet room, heading for the front exit. He was relieved no one had stopped him. As soon as his feet hit the sidewalk, he went into his pocket and pulled out his cell, speed dialing his way out of monotony.
"Salutations Sophie", he greeted, "Where are you during my annual mandatory bout in hell?", he asked contemptuously, thinking mother's day was never nearly as unpleasant.
"I'm in the bathroom at The Russian Tea Room", she answered, not even bothering to comment on his choice of words.
"Do you need assistance? I'm sure I can be there in just a few minutes."
"You're repulsive."
"That's half my charm", he said matter-of-factly.
"Why are you calling?", she asked as she let out an exasperated breath, "Make it quick because I have to get back to the table. My father looked at me suspiciously when I excused myself to answer your imperative call."
"I just needed a respite from the perpetual abyss I find myself in."
"Luke, talk like a ten year old for once, please."
"I'll be eleven in less than two weeks and why would I do that? Language fascinates me, diverse tongues are utterly alluring."
"Why do I get the feeling you're not talking about foreign languages?"
"Because I'm not", he said smiling.
"Ugh, I'm hanging up now", she said losing her patience with him.
"Wait!", he said hastily.
"What is it? Speak fast, with the plethora of words you've accumulated, this shouldn't take long", she said sarcastically.
"Come with me."
"Come with you? Where? Are you crazy? It's father's day."
"Not in Italy."
"Luke."
"Fine, we won't leave the country", he said in mock disappointment, "But at least accompany me on my quest of going astray in the city."
"I can't, my father would be pissed if he were to find out, he would ban you from our house, and I don't even want to think of what your father would do."
"Okay", he said nonchalantly, "I'll just call up Cindy McGuire then."
"What? You are not going anywhere with that little twit", she said annoyingly.
He smirked, "Then I take it you accept?"
"R.S.V.P.'ing", she said in a clipped tone.
"Excellent, do you need an alibi?"
"No, I think I can be devious enough for the both of us."
"Oh I'm well aware, I still have the scar on my neck to prove it", he said knowingly.
"That was a mistake and I apologized."
"Which brings me to my next point, you never did repay me. I took all the blame, spent an hour in the emergency room, got five stitches, not to mention a blubbering mother, the way I see it, today is just me cashing in."
"Goodbye Bass."
"I'll be around with the limo in ten Humphrey", he said then snapped his phone shut, maybe today wouldn't be a total waste after all.
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"Why have you brought me here?", asked Charlie as they entered a darkened room in Gabe's father's law firm.
Gabe switched the light on and she looked around taken aback. They were standing inside of a huge room that served as a living room and kitchen combined.
Charlie frowned and looked at him, "Who lives inside of an office building?"
"I do."
"What?"
"Well technically I don't live here, but it's mine."
She walked in and glanced at the sofas and huge flat screen T.V. "You stay here often?", she asked as she sat on the couch.
"Some, mostly when I want to think, be alone. I stayed here all weekend."
Charlie nodded and looked away as silence filled the room. They had avoided the subject for as long as they could, making small talk, but it could no longer continue. Maybe—maybe she had made a mistake coming here with him, she thought as her stomach tied itself in knots.
Gabe closed the door behind him, putting the lock in place. She turned to him and their gazes collided, he walked towards her but she couldn't look away.
He took a seat aside her and she automatically scooted away. He turned and looked at her with a solemn look on his face, "Don't want to be anywhere near me?"
Charlie looked down at her hands, thinking how wrong he was, "No, I—I just don't know what to say", she said thinking of the day's events. She still couldn't grasp her mind around anything that had transpired. Adam wasn't his father, meeting Carter Baizen…the ex-convict, sentenced for God knows what. Her mind was everywhere but through all her contemplations there was one thing she was certain of, how completely wrong she had been. She took a breath and shook her head as she tried to stop her never resting thoughts.
"I just wanted you to know the truth. I never cheated on you and what I said to you on—"
"Don't", she said stopping him.
"No, I want you to listen."
She looked into his eyes and her breath caught, the look in them…
"I didn't mean any of the things I said to you on Friday. When we got together, sex was the last thing on my mind."
Charlie's eyebrow rose in skepticism and Gabe smirked, "Okay, so maybe that's not entirely true", he said as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear and she leaned into his touch, "But it wasn't in the forefront either, just being with you was."
Charlie looked away nervously, many different emotions, some she couldn't even put a name to, raged in her.
"There it is again."
Her gaze snapped back to his, "What?", she said in a tentative voice.
"That wall."
"I—I don't know what you're talking about", she said rising from the couch.
"Yes, you do", he said gripping her arm.
"Let go."
"No", he said as he pulled her closer, "Today, I've shared with you something I never have with anyone, ever", he said heatedly, "And you can't even look me in the eyes."
"No—I—I", she stuttered.
"Look at me", he said gripping her chin, "Who's made you so afraid?"
"No one", she said in a hard tone as she pulled herself out of his arms.
"Who was it?"
"You're talking nonsense", she said derisively.
"Who was it?", he repeated sharply, carrying on with his pursuit to get the truth out of her.
"I'm not afraid!", she shouted getting frustrated with his inquiry.
"Yes you are!", he countered right back.
"I'm sorry, is that what you want to hear?!"
He looked down darkly, and tears filled her eyes, "I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions! I'm sorry for lying to you about Zac!", she said loudly but choked on the words as her voice failed her, "But most of all", she said barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry I can't be who you want me to be", she said as she walked past him, heading for the door.
"Wait", he said encircling her waist from behind and pulling her towards him, "Why can't you let me in?", he asked against her ear.
She closed her eyes and tears spilled onto her cheeks. He let out a breath and turned her to face him.
"Do you want to be with me?", he asked looking deeply into her eyes.
She returned his intense gaze and simply told the truth, "Yes", she said with a sad smile, "But will that be enough?"
He smiled back and wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb, "For now", he said as he leaned in and captured her lips in a gentle kiss.
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"Chuck, Chuck!", said Blair trying to keep pace with him as he searched the room for Adam Knight, "Calm down", she said looking at his terse expression.
"I'll calm down the day Charlie joins a nunnery", he said cynically as he finally spotted Adam talking with another one of his employees.
Chuck made a beeline in their direction and just as they approached them Blair whispered, "Be civil", in a firm tone.
"Greg, would you excuse us?", said Chuck speaking to his director of marketing then shifting his gaze to Adam.
"Of course Mr. Bass", he said quickly. Greg tilted his head in acknowledgement towards Adam then walked away.
"What can I do for you Chuck?", asked Adam pleasantly.
"You can tell me where your son took my daughter", he said getting right to the point.
Adam frowned and asked, "But aren't they here? Gabriel told me he wanted to speak with her."
"He doesn't know Chuck", said Blair insistently, wanting Chuck to just let it go until Charlie and Gabriel returned on their own.
"I'm sorry Chuck, I don't, but I will get right on it. My son knows better than to take off without letting me know, especially with your daughter. Wait until his mother hears about this. She's away showing her newest collection in an exhibition", Adam shook his head disapprovingly, "I apologize again for—"
"It's alright Adam, they'll turn up soon", said Blair giving a forced smile as she practically dragged Chuck away.
"Chuck, why are you so upset? So they left, it's not like we never blew our parents off", she said levelly.
"I'm upset because it's father's day. She's supposed to be with me, not Gabriel", he said brusquely.
Blair laughed and smiled wide, "I can't believe it, that's what this is all about. You're jealous."
"I'm not jealous, what are you talking about?"
"Yes you are. You're jealous of a seventeen year old boy. You think he's stealing her love from you."
"That's ridiculous", he said adamantly.
"Aw, honey", she cosseted pulling him into a hug, "Don't you know you'll always have a place in Charlie's heart?"
There was a moment of silence then Chuck spoke, "I suppose", he grumbled, letting go of some of his annoyance.
Blair laughed and pulled away, "Can we get on with this brunch now and let them come back when they're ready?", she asked kissing his frown away.
He smirked then nodded, "Right after I find out what Luke knows."
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"So", said Charlie pulling back, "Are you going to show me around?", she asked grinning.
He smirked, glad to see her more lighthearted and said, "This is pretty much it", in a tone that that sounded anything but truthful, "Although—"
Her eyes narrowed in curiosity, "Although, what?"
"I haven't shown you the bedroom yet."
She smiled teasingly as she licked her lips and said, "That's true, why don't you lead the way then?"
His eyes shifted to her lips then slowly back to her eyes, "Why don't you hold that thought? There's something else I want to show you behind door number two", he said motioning towards the end of a narrow hallway where there were two doors opposite each other.
"What thought?", she asked with an innocent smile on her face.
Gabe grinned and leaned in, until their noses brushed, until she could feel his breath on her lips. Her heart started racing and her lips parted unconsciously, waiting, but he just stood there, not moving an inch. She let out a frustrated sound and leaned in herself, but he pulled back smirking and said, "That thought."
She pouted, playing with the buttons on his shirt and said, "It's such a long way, I may forget again."
His eyes darkened and her hands dropped from his shirt. She quickly turned around intending to run as fast as her heels would take her, but he grabbed her arms from behind, halting her.
"It seems", he said as his hand traveled slowly up her shoulders, tracing a path until he stopped at her neck, "That I will need to do something to ensure your memory stays intact", he said as he swept her hair to the side.
Her eyes closed as she felt his mouth place light kisses beneath her ear. His tongue came out and swept over her skin, drawing sensual, teasing circles.
Charlie moaned and pushed herself back towards him, feeling just how very much, she wasn't alone in her longing.
Gabe groaned and pulled her tighter against him, his demand increasing as he frantically placed open mouth kisses on as much of her exposed skin as he could.
"Gabe", she gritted out as he sucked her skin, wanting to brand her, wanting to show anyone and everyone that she belonged to him, only to him.
She moved against him in restless wanting and brushed over the hardest part of him at the moment.
He grunted and his free hand came up to cup her breast over the bodice of her dress. She inhaled quickly and her knees buckled.
He caught her effortlessly and picked her up into his arms, "Screw the tour", he growled as he headed in a bee line straight for his room.
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"Your children are really trying my patience today Blair", said Chuck as they stood with Dorota once again in the hallway leading towards the banquet room.
Blair rubbed her temples and said, "Are you sure you don't know where he went?"
"No Mrs. Blair. I take Mr. Matthew to bathroom, I come back and Mr. Luke gone."
"Where's Matt now? Or have we lost him too."
"We haven't lost anyone", said Blair losing some of her cool. She could deal with Charlie going AWOL, but not Luke, he was too young and too much like Chuck.
"Mr. Matthew in room, asleep on couch", she said pointing to the sitting room opposite them.
Chuck pulled out his cell phone, dialing a number quickly, "It's Chuck Bass. I need you to check my son's credit card activity. He's gone missing and we need to find him, if that doesn't work, try tracking him through his cell phone. Call me as soon as you know anything", he said then snapped his phone shut.
"I told you giving him that credit card was terrible idea", she said reproachfully, worrying about Luke, he was just a little boy.
"It wasn't a bad idea, it's good for emergencies."
"Yes and apparently good for running away too."
"He didn't run away", he said taking her hand.
Blair sighed and said, "I know I just—"
"Chuck!", said Adam walking into the hallway.
"Have they turned up?", asked Chuck expectantly.
"No, but I just thought of something. I think Gabe took Charlie to my law firm."
"What, why?", asked Blair not understanding.
"I had an apartment built for him there. I figured he would need a—"
But as soon as he heard apartment, Chuck became a man possessed. He heard nothing, he saw nothing, his feet simply moved. Only one thing, one goal resonating in his mind, to kill Gabriel Knight.
—
Charlie barely got a look around Gabe's room before she was hastily deposited on his king sized bed. She didn't even get a word out as he came over her and took her lips in a desperate kiss.
She groaned as her legs parted of their own volition and her dress hiked up. This was madness, she thought as his tongue brushed against her lips making it very hard to think rationally. Her hands ran through his hair and her heels dug into his back as she tightened her legs around him.
"Gabe", she whimpered between kisses. He broke the kiss as his lips trailed down the valley of her breasts. He gave a few gentle nips and she moaned. She took hold of his shoulders, finally finding the strength to push him back a bit.
"Gabe", she said breathlessly.
He ignored her and took her lips in a frustrated kiss then pulled back, resting his head against hers, "Tell me", he gritted out.
"We—we can't", she stuttered.
He sighed and his breath made her lips part in wanting, "It's alright", he said starting to lift himself off her but she held him tight.
"It's not that I don't want you, I do, I really do, but I promised my Mom that I wouldn't—"
He put a finger to her lips, stopping her babbling and smirked, "Did I just hear you admit you wanted me?"
She flushed at what she had revealed but quickly tilted her chin in defiance, "I just said that to make you feel better about your…predicament", she said teasingly as said predicament was pressed achingly against her inner thigh.
"Really?", he said as he placed a kiss on her bare shoulder.
She gave him a small nudge and said, "Yes, really."
"Completely certain?", he asked as his hand ran up her thigh and under her dress.
Her breath caught as his hand inched dangerously close to where she longed for him the most, "A hundred percent", she stammered.
His finger hooked on her silky underwear, playing with the small bow attached to the strap and she trembled, "Gabe", she said weakly, "I can't."
"It's okay", he soothed, "We won't, but you didn't promise your mother I wouldn't touch you", he said in a low tone then captured her lips, silencing all protests.
Gabe's hand delved past the silk of her panties, caressing his fingers against the moist heat of her.
"Gabe", she moaned as she fisted his shirt in her hands.
"Tell me you want me", he murmured demandingly against her lips.
"I—I", she groaned.
"Say it", he commanded as he slid his fingers up, finding the bundle of nerves that made her arch against him.
"I want you", she said in a half sob as her nails dug in, marking his shoulders through his shirt.
He groaned as he slipped a finger inside. She gasped as her eyes rolled back and her legs parted further.
"G—Gabe", she moaned as she moved against his hand helplessly.
"It's okay baby, just let go", he said through gritted teeth as he tried to take his mind off how desperately he wanted to bury himself inside her.
He slipped another finger in, pumping in a delicious rhythm that made her whimpers escalate.
"I—I—", she said as her head thrashed against the pillow and her legs tightened and released around him.
"I know", he said as he picked up the pace while simultaneously rubbing anxious circles around her small throbbing nub.
"G—ah—I'm—", he captured her lips, drowning her voice. His mouth brushed over hers, roughly, recklessly, half in punishment for his own torment. His fingers continued to work, relentlessly, insistently, wanting to see her come undone for him…only mine, he thought mindlessly.
Charlie broke the kiss as she tensed then ceased, crying out in a wonder she had only felt once before.
Her breath hadn't even normalized before there was a bang at the front door, making her eyes lock in panic with Gabe's.
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A/N: I know, I know. I'm terrible. I'm soooooooo SOOORRRYYY!! It's been a month since my last update and that is inexcusable, though I will say that I had the biggest writer's block ever for this chapter, but that's beside the point now. I hope you aren't too mad at me and enjoyed it? Two of the Bass children decided to play the disappearing game, much to their parents' dismay. Though, I think Charlie is the one who has more to worry about than Luke hehe. This chapter is my first rated M for this fic. So please let me know if you want me to continue with them or revert back to PG. I promise that the next chapter will not take me so long to get out, you have my word. Now could you all please, as a sign that you all don't hate me, review? Lol…..
P.S. If there are many typos, I'm sorry, I finished it at nearly six in the morning, deliriously.
XoXo Chrys