Hey all! Sorry for the delay. Finals are here so you know...Anyway, tomorrow is my last exam for the semester, so hopefully i'll be more available for updates. Don't worry, I won't let you down during the winter break. Anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this chapter and get to understand a little better the issues leading to Chuck and Blair's divorce. Of course the reasons aren't too serious, seeing as i have to keep our favorite couple together, no? LOL Ok well REVIEWS=LOVE. Happy Readings! xoxo

Hope-We-Don't-Get-Caught Sex

"A penny for your thoughts?" Chuck murmured along her ear as Blair tried to shake the memories of that night in Tuscany from her mind. He was too close, the memories too vivid. And she could still feel the lingering heat of his touch from the day before. Pressed against the wall in his office. His hands, fingers, everything everywhere.

"I hate you," Blair growled out in anger. Anger at him for being so damn smug. Anger at herself for being so fucking responsive to him.

"I know, Bass. That's why you're divorcing me," he shot back as he trailed a hand along her arm and rested his hand against her own. He felt her stiffen beneath him, but she didn't pull away. He allowed himself a self-satisfied smile.

"No. I'm divorcing you because you're a narcissistic pig and a son of a-"

"Uh-uh-uh, Bass. You're bitch is showing," Chuck teased as he linked their fingers together. Blair pulled away instantly, staring at him angrily, her eyes inflamed and shooting daggers.

"Don't touch me. And stop calling me that. I'm not your wife. At least not for much longer," she barked as she began pressing the button for the elevator desperately.

"Why so antsy, Blair? Care to inform me of what's going through that pretty head of yours?"

"Nothing! Now get away! Far away! I don't want you anywhere near me, other than when completely necessary. Which will be with lawyer-supervision," Blair shouted at him as the elevator doors finally sprung open. "And I would appreciate it if you'd wait for the next elevator please."

Chuck smiled at her as she pressed the button for the lower level and the doors began to close. Before Blair made her getaway, Chuck placed his hand between the doors before they shut and stepped into the elevator.

"What?" he asked innocently as he stared up at the electronic display and avoided her hate-filled eyes.

"I'm going to have to get a restraining order against you, aren't I?" Blair bit out as she stepped away from Chuck and stood in the farthest corner away from him.

"I have restraint. You don't," Chuck said casually as he leaned his shoulder against the elevator wall and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"No restraint?" Blair all but shouted at him incredulously.

"That's right. Unless you've forgotten, you were the one throwing yourself all over me just yesterday," Chuck answered with a straight face, remaining calm and collected in contrast to Blair's frazzled and upset emotions.

"Oh shut up, Bass," Blair huffed, ignoring the memory of the day before that threatened to surface in her mind.

"It's true, Bass. You have zero restraint when it comes to me and you know it," Chuck stated cockily.

"Don't flatter yourself, idiot," Blair grumbled under her breath as she looked up at the electronic display and sighed in relief. Five more floors to go...

Chuck moved to obscure the panel of buttons in the elevator as Blair stared down at his enticing tush beneath his slacks. As her mouth began to water (yes pathetic she knew) at the sight before her, she felt the elevator jolt to a stop and cause her to trip forward.

"What the...?"

The sound of the Emergency alarm rang through the elevator shaft and rung rudely in her ears. Seconds later, the sound ceased and Chuck glanced her way with a devilish smirk.

"What are you doing?" Blair asked wearily as she pinned herself even closer to the wall.

"This is an emergency," Chuck said simply as he turned slowly toward her and began to close the small distance between them. His eyes lowered and she followed his gaze, only to spot the prominent bulge already formed in his crotch. She sucked in a breath and tried to slide to the other side of the elevator just as Chuck reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Uh uh uh, Bass. We have some unfinished business you and I. Now about that night in Tuscany..." Chuck started as he pinned her against the wall and fisted her hair in his hand. He forced her head back and caught her panic stricken eyes. In a perverse way, it excited him to see her nervous, to have the higher ground for once.

"Chuck. No..." Blair mewled out pathetically as he continued to hold her captive between his body and the wall.

"No what, baby? I'm not doing anything that you haven't already done to me less than twenty four hours ago," Chuck said innocently as he untangled his hand from her curls and began to slide his hand down the nape of her neck, her back, and landed against her hips.

"Don't call me baby," Blair pouted as she tried to wiggle beneath him. Her movements only served to bring her mound into contact with his erection, and she felt him harden even further. She felt herself become wet and hot for him.

God dammit!

"You always liked it when I called you baby," Chuck whispered as he leaned his face in and began to breathe across her cheek.

"That was then," Blair said sternly, trying to sound unaffected by the feel of him against her.

"And this is now," Chuck shot back smugly as he locked lips with her.

She tried to resist. She honestly made an effort to. But the feel of his soft lips, the taste of his warm, sweet tongue, the scent of his sexy cologne were a lethal mix for her senses. Her pathetic resistance gave way and her hands wrapped around his neck of her own accord.

The crackling of the operator burst through the haze of their minds and made them paused mid kiss. "Is everyone OK in there?" The static voice streamed through, breaking up every other syllable.

Chuck found his voice first, turning and yelling into the receiver. "Yes. We're fine."

"We'll be sending an emergency response unit as soon as possible. Are you sure everyone is OK?"

"Yes everyone is fine," Chuck shouted in annoyance. "Take all the time you need," he finished softly as he turned around and grinned wickedly at Blair. "Now...where were we?"

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"Chuck...someone is going to come any minute," Blair groaned out, trying to be reasonable as Chuck began to thrust his fingers inside of her pussy.

"I expect you to, yes," he answered smugly, working his rhythm against her core, knowing what excited her. Knowing full well what made her come.

"Fuck you," she bit out as she felt her body clenching around his fingers, the first tell tale sign of her body's response to his ministrations.

"I intend to," he answered again, his smile still in place, his eyes dark and intense as the overwhelming need to fuck her danced through his veins.

"This is the last time," Blair breathed as she felt herself unraveling around his hand. "Last time..." she finished on a stuttered breath as her body convulsed against his magical hands and the strength was washed out of her body.

"You keep saying that, Blair. But somehow, I don't believe you," Chuck murmured as he unzipped his pants and freed himself from his constraining slacks. They would never have a last time. They would always come down to this. Hiking her up against the wall, he hooked her legs around his waist and easily entered her waiting body.

She sighed in bliss.

He sighed in bliss.

"I hate you, you know that?" Blair sighed out, her voice showing little evidence of hate. She rocked her hips against his pelvis and set the motion she most craved.

"Yeah. I hate you too, B," Chuck groaned out as her hips gyrated exquisitely around him and sent a shot of pleasure along his shaft and into his balls.

"If we get caught, I'm going to kill you," Blair whispered as she began to grind faster against him, the breath leaving her body as she felt her body beginning to peak once again.

"Fuck, B," Chuck shouted as he felt her body clamp hard against him, her walls fluttering quickly around him and driving him wild. Quickly removing himself from her body, he turned her around and bent her over before she had time to complain from the loss of her cresting orgasm. Kneeling to reach her body, he slid back inside to the hilt and began to pound at a neck breaking pace inside of her. "You like it, baby?" he growled out as he held on to her shoulders in order to push her harder against him.

He heard her cries of pleasure which were answer enough. "Oh God, Blair. I'm gonna come," he panted as he felt her tightness pounding around him.

"Yes. Come Chuck. Come," she screamed out as her own body found release in time with his own.

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"You. Are. Fucking. Amazing." Chuck fought to catch his breath as he leaned against the wall and rubbed his hand along Blair's ass.

She turned around then, slipping him out of her body and smiling sweetly at him.

"You're not half bad yourself, Bass," she said as she began adjusting her skirt. "It's just so sad this can never work."

Chuck tensed at her words and began to straighten himself up. "It can. You just give up too easily," Chuck bit out as he zipped his pants on glared at her.

"Me? Right. I never give up," Blair shot back, all remnants of the past fifteen minutes of sex gone from her mind.

"Well you did with us," Chuck threw back, upset and annoyed at the direction their interaction had taken. "You couldn't wait for me to settle in with my business ventures. You had to get catty and selfish and all wife-like," Chuck stated, trying hard to keep from shouting at her.

"Wife-like? Wife-like? Are you fucking kidding me? I am your damn wife! How the hell was I suppose to act? You want me to remain passive while you wander off to your next big deal. When you're gone for days and days. What kind of relationship were we suppose to have for the next few years until you "settled in" with your business?" Blair shouted, not concerned with raising her voice, feeling the need to fight him, the urge too overwhelming to let pass by.

"Don't make such a big deal out of it. I told you to wait a few months. And that's all it took. Five months. Look I'm settled. But you couldn't wait. And now look at us!" Chuck shouted, annoyed at her, pissed off at himself, pissed at her and her behavior in the past few months.

The doors opened then and the firefighters stood back as they stared at the two of them fuming at each other. Their clothes were rumpled, Blair's hair was a disaster, Chuck's shirt was out of his waistband, and the elevator smelled distinctly of sex. They started to snicker as Blair blew passed them in a rush of anger, sweat, and sex scent and stomped to the door. "I'll have my lawyer call your lawyer. I think it's best if you and I don't come face to face ever again!" The redness spreading across her face, evidence of the humiliation she'd just experienced.

And with that, she flew out the door.

Chuck cursed under his breath as he ignored the jeers from the firefighters and rushed out the building behind her.

A/N: Coming up next...Comfort Sex