"Take me to the opera." Serena lay half naked on Chuck's bed, clothed by a loose, gold silk dressing gown that barely covered her growing breasts. "I'm so bored, Chuck! Do you know how many episodes of Mad Men I've gone through?"
"S - "
"The answer's thirty two, Chuck! That's practically three seasons - and I started this show four days ago." Serena sat up abruptly, abandoning all claims of modesty as the robe slid from her shoulders, exposing every inch of her creamy, unblemished skin. "It can't be good for me to take in so much television at once. There's probably some medical study that agrees with me too. Take me somewhere, Chuck - anywhere! Brunch! Dinner! A movie!"
"Serena, you're being ridiculous. You just went out an hour ago." he corrected smoothly, adjusting his silk Armani tie with an expert hand.
The blonde haired - and very naked - goddess puffed out her cheeks, looking absolutely indignant as she crossed her arms. "Then take me with you to Bass Industries. Let me help you and Blair in fixing my mess. Fix my credit rating so to speak. I'm so indebted to you that it's giving me paper cuts."
Chuck smirked, shaking his head as he stepped back, allowing Serena's magnificent form to be reflected from the boudoir mirror. "Nice try, S. You know what the plan is, so stick with it. Tonight is where you make your big debut to the Idiot and his Slave."
Serena frowned. "Don't call Carter that. He's just trying to help."
"He'll help all of us by dropping dead but you don't see him jumping to take that initiative, do you?"
In response, Serena - glorious as she was - stuck out her tongue. "You can be such a fucking ass, you know that? This is exactly why I hated you when we first met."
"You could never hate me." Chuck returned blithely, walking towards the bed - his three piece suit perfectly in place. "We had a…volatile beginning."
She raised a brow. "Chuck you do own a dictionary right?"
"Of course."
"Then you know volatile isn't a good thing. It basically confirms my point."
He smirked. "Volatile conjures up quite the image, you know." he sat down beside Serena, lips curled in a faint smirk.
"I don't like that look on your face, Chuck." Serena warned warily, eyes scanning his face. "Don't - "
Without another word, Chuck wrapped one arm around her waist, hoisting her over towards him. His gaze burned as the fluid silk fluttered away from her body, caressing one leg longingly before her nude form was truly free of it. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her neck, the sudden motion causing Serena to gasp and her body to squirm. "Ah, ah, ah." Chuck tightened his grip around Serena, preventing her from turning around to tangle her slim fingers in his perfectly coiffed hair. "I'm going to prove the truth of my theory to you."
Her breath hitched as Chuck's left hand fell from her waist, rising up to meet the swell of her right breast. "Chuck - "
"Volatility. The rapid change and unpredictability of a situation." his hand dropped from her breast down to her hip, calloused fingers brushing against the soft skin there, ever so slightly.
He lifted her up, hands sliding lower and lower until he felt her. Warm - burning with need and want. Serena already trying to rock her hips, desperate for friction.
"You're the absolute devil." she gasped out, hands scratching at Chuck's trousers, imprinting a harsh scattering of lines that reminded him all too well of last night's activities.
Chuck pressed his mouth onto her collarbone, sucking intently as Serena's chest heaved, her breathing erratic.
"I'm never going to let you touch me again if - oh. Oh - " Serena's words dissipated into thin air, her cheeks flushing red as Chuck slid two fingers into her, pulsing to the rhythm she'd already set. "I want - "
"I know." the lull of his voice, low and rich like the bourbon he consumed, fell onto Serena like the first cress of a tidal wave. His mouth hadn't even left her skin and the contrast of soft lips and wanting teeth - oh! Her breathing was now entirely shallow while his were measured, at pace.
She really couldn't wait until the tables were turned and he was the one calling out her name.
Biting her lip, Serena leaned back against him, pressing the naked skin of her shoulder against Chuck's clean shaven jaw, moaning lightly as she did so.
The sharp intake of breath - however faint - made Serena smile.
If she couldn't go to Bass Industries today, then neither could he.
By one PM, Chuck and Serena were riding the sleek black limousine to Bass Industries. It'd taken Chuck an extra hour to get re-dressed and other thirty minutes to perfect the coif Serena had all but wrecked when she'd dragged Chuck to the bed again.
With an almost feral glint in her eye, Serena unzipped Chuck's trousers and climbed atop his lap, straddling his hips as her breasts pressed against Chuck's chest.
"You play dirty, Mr. Bass," Serena's voice was light and playful, like the first blooms of spring.
Only Chuck could see that the sunny delphinium of her eyes had turned into a smoldering cobalt.
He smirked. "Do I now, Miss van der Woodsen? I have to clarify, I'm an honest to goodness businessman. Rules are my speciality."
"Under what handbook would you constitute that under?" Serena's nails scratched against his chest, lightly at first but intensifying with each turn.
Chuck's countenance was nonchalant but his hands - once splayed across Serena's back, were now gripping her hips tightly enough to bruise.
Suddenly, Serena felt as if the breath had been knocked out of her as Chuck - moving with razor sharp precision - yanked her body against his own, eyes a violent promise. "The rules of Wall Street." he clarified as Serena's smile grew.
"Good. It means you have nothing to use against me." and with that, Serena lifted her hips and - with one devious smirk towards Chuck - sank down on his already hard erection, hands coming to ruin the last vestige of control Chuck displayed.
He was hers.
"Serena?"
"Hm?"
Chuck smirked as he took her hand into his. "I could just as easily leave you here in the car while I go inside."
Serena blinked. Looking out of the tinted windows, she saw that they were just a block away from Bass Industries. "You wouldn't dare."
His answering smile was neither a promise nor a threat. "And who says I wouldn't?"
"Me." Serena scooted closer so that she was practically sitting on Chuck's lap. "You gave yourself away."
"I don't believe I did." Chuck pressed a kiss to the top of Serena's head. He was always unusually affectionate after sex. "In fact, I don't think I've said anything of merit since we left the penthouse."
She scoffed, crossing her legs while her skirt hitched up. "You play your cards close to the vest, Chuckie. Always and everyday. You threatening me by giving away a possible strategy is just plain dumb."
With Serena cuddled up beside him, head pressed against his chest, she missed the genuine smile that appeared on his lips before one hand came up to brush a curl away from her face. "An interesting deduction, S."
"Not really." Serena tilted her chin up, blue meeting brown. "It was more of an observation. You do it all the time."
At that, Chuck couldn't help himself. He'd already indulged her all morning, what was another five minutes going to cost him? He shook his head, laughing.
The sound itself conjured up what Serena could only describe as rich merlot and dark, decadent chocolate. Luxurious and rare.
She grinned. "Why, is that pride I hear in your voice, Mr. Bass?" she inquired with faux surprise. "The earth's probably stopped spinning just to see this! Chuck Bass! Laughing! And not at the sight of accounting figures!"
"Now S - don't get ahead of yourself." he smirked, "your figure's the best thing I've seen in years."
"That was a crappy pun." she rolled her eyes.
"But it got you on my lap again, didn't it?"
"So let me get this straight." Blair set down her tumbler of vodka. "Jack Bass blackmailed Carter Baizen into helping Dan Humphrey steal the van der Woodsen fortune by forging alterations of William van der Woodsen's will. And…Jack did this so that he could eventually blackmail Humphrey into giving him the fortune without actually incriminating himself because it's Humphrey's signature on everything."
"Right."
"But this is a shitty ass plain since Humphrey had…liaisons," - Blair grimaced - "with you beforehand and now your whole family thinks Humphrey is the father of your child when it's actually Eric van der Woodsen."
"Yup."
"So they're tracking down Humphrey to make him pay for impregnating you, but Humphrey doesn't want this because all his dirty laundry would then come into the limelight."
"Exactly."
"So he's trying to find you before your father's private detective finds him."
"Mh-hm."
"And Carter Baizen is trying to use this time to woo Serena so that he'll have an alibi once the FBI comes knocking on his door."
"I'm impressed, Blair. You can actually follow a plot line that doesn't involve you in it."
The brunette beauty didn't even have the strength to glare back at Georgina. Instead, she picked up the half empty bottle of absolute vodka and poured herself another glass, frowning as she did so.
"Wait a minute. If the FBI and IRS are going to be on Humphrey's tail and, therefore, on yours…why the hell are you coming to me for help?"
Georgina rolled her eyes, trying with some difficulty to cross her legs before giving up and crossing her arms. "Because I need a place to lie low for a while, B. And no one will think of coming to your place, Waldorf."
"And everyone knows I'd sooner report you to the police myself." Blair finished, raising a brow as Georgina's infuriatingly calm gaze stayed in place.
"Precisely. But you're going to help me because I'm the only person here who can actually be of any use to you when it comes to recovering Serena's fortune." she paused. "And I could also reveal to the world who my child's real father is and then…" she shrugged. "Humphrey'll be taken out of the spotlight and the van der Woodsen's will be thrust in it. Not the sort of thing you want when you and Bass are trying to plan a covert operation, hm?"
Blair was positive that if she gripped onto her glass any tighter, it would shatter. Though would much prefer to smash it against Georgina's smug little smirk. "So you're coming to me because you want to help Serena?"
"And avoid capture from Humphrey." Georgina added smilingly, her painted red lips looking a little too much like blood for Blair's queasy stomach to handle.
"I…I think I'm going to be sick."
In one fluid motion, Blair leaned over her chair and began to dry heave.
"Wait!" Georgina struggled to get out of her own seat. "Not that way! Not on my - "
But it was too late. Within seconds, Blair had vomited right on top of Georgina Sparks's custom-made Bottega Veneta handbag.
Hey UES,
Has it been a little too quiet for you? No need to worry - it looks like S and C have finally gotten their act together at long last and are acting as partners in crime. Looks like little E could learn a few things from his big sister when it comes to relationships - poor boy. We all know how...involved G likes to make her relationships. Oh well.
You know what they say - if you can't stand your spouse, drink until you're sitting down.
You know you love me.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
A/N: Um. Is anyone still reading this story? I apologize for this (extremely) late update but...I finally got in the swing of things again! And I hope that steamy C/S beginning was at least some consolation...? Yeah? No? Okay.
I'm going to be updating all the stories I've been putting on hold so prepare for a barrage of updates starting...now!
Review please! (If only to remind me to hurry the heck up, which, granted is true.)