Gone with the Wind (Gossip Girl Styled)
A/N: You'll have to wait for the wedding, but I threw in some crazy random smut for you. LOL enjoy my darlings!
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Carter was a nice sort; she’d known him nearly all her life and he already a man of twenty-two, he had been her plan, he was going to be her husband and the father of her children. She was determined to be agreeable to him if it killed her but instead she‘d ended up killing him. Chuck Bass was an unfortunate chapter in an otherwise serene life, and she was going to put him firmly from her mind. Doubtless she had imagined the strength of the attraction she had felt for him because she had quite simply been ripe to fall in love. She had willed herself into it, and that was that. The plain truth of the matter was that she had barely known the man.
“Miss Blair, Mr Butler is here for you.” Dorota, one of the households maids spoke.
She marched towards the living room, trying her hardest to remember what she had told herself the past few months. He is nothing Blair, he doesn’t want you and you don’t want him.
“It’s no good Blair.” Chuck summoned a smile, but as he looked into her bitter eyes he noticed that he had not crossed her mind as much as she had his.
“What?” Blair answered automatically, not concentrating on the conversation.
“The cologne.” He said, walking closer towards her.
“I'm sure I don't know what you mean.” She answered before she thought. Then her eyes widened on his face with dismay. That was exactly the sort of reply she would have made if he were still the Chuck Bass she had thought him to be when they had met that never-to-be-forgotten night. But everything had changed since then. He was no longer in a position to tease and flirt with her, though she was sure he would, and she was still meant to be mourning and considered no longer free to respond to him. Remembering how he had kissed her on the carriage, his fierce passion and fiery response, she flushed.
“I mean you’ve been drinking. Brandy. Quite a lot.” He said in a constricted voice. His eyes narrowed on her face.
“Well, what if I had? Is that any of your affair?” Blair’s voice trailed off as she started to remember the night before. She had been drinking alone, she had no friends or company, and nobody seemed to care if she were hurt.
“Don't drink alone, Blair. People always find out. And it ruins reputation. What is it? This is more than losing old Carter.” Chuck hated saying that mans name, the man who had got to his woman before he had. It infuriated him that he had waited so long for this woman, and she still was so persistent to stay as far away from his as possible. He hadn’t attended their wedding, though she had invited him. But he’d heard all about it, a big white wedding in Carters beautiful wide open garden, and it hadn’t rained either.
“Oh Chuck, I am so scared.” She looked at him, her eyes twinkling.
“I don't believe it. You've never been afraid in your life.” Chuck smiled at her again, but this time it had been more of an effort. His heart was not as light as his words, maddening as she was, and totally forbidden to him as well, it still hurt to imagine her being afraid. With a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, Chuck wondered if, once she found that special someone, if his heart would ever be the same again without her.
“ I'm afraid now. I'm afraid of dying, of going to Hell.” She cried out as she fell into his open arms, his fingers rushing through her hair softly.
“You look pretty healthy. And maybe there isn't any Hell.” Chuck assured her.
“Oh, there is. I know there is. I was raised on it.” Blair cried onto his shoulder, shuddering at the thought of death.
“Well, far be it for me to question the teachings of childhood. Tell me what you've done that Hell yawns before you.” He pulled her off of his shoulder, smiling down at her, a tender ghost of a smile, but his eyes were strained.
“I ought never to have married Carter to begin with. He was Isabel Coates beau and he loved her not me. And I made him miserable. And I killed him. Yes, I did, I'd killed him. Oh, Chuck. For the first time, I'm finding out what it is to feel sorry for something I've done.” His grip on her loosened, and his hand came up to stroke the hair back from her face.
“Here, dry your eyes. If you had it to do all over again, you'd do it no differently. You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole but he's terribly, terribly sorry he's going to jail.” She stepped back from him, feeling almost self-conscious now in the aftermath of their heart to heart. His eyes were intent on her face, and it seemed to cost him an effort to let her go. As he looked at her a rueful smile curved his lips.
“I'm glad ma is dead. I'm glad she's dead so she can't see me. I always wanted to be like her, calm and kind and.. suddenly I've turned out disappointing.” She said seriously, then looked at him in surprise when he groaned.
“You know what, Blair? I think you're on the verge of a crying jag. So I'll change the subject and say what I came to say.” Chuck knew it was time, and the only chance he’d get.
“Say it then, what is it?” Blair asked, as he got closer to her, his fingers touching her soft cheek full with dried tears.
“I made up my mind you are the only woman for me, Blair, the first day I saw you at Twelve Oaks. Now that you've got your lumber mill and Carter’s money, you won't come to me as you did at the jail. So I see I shall have to marry you.” Chuck sunk to one knee before her.
“Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear Blair, but it cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past, the friendship I have felt for you has ripened into a deeper feeling. A feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred... dare I name it? Can it be love?” Chuck shivered at the word love, he had never even muttered the word to a woman before. Never had he confessed such feelings, even in past times, she would be his first and only wife. He would make sure of it.
“Get up off your knees, I don't like your common jokes.” Blair was actually considering the offer of a well known womanizer. What did that make her? Or rather, what would that make her, if her fancy family and fine friends should discover it? At the very least, a fool. At the worst, a fallen woman, a whore.
“This is an honourable proposal of marriage, made in what I consider a most opportune moment. I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.” Chuck got up off of his knees bashfully.
“You're coarse and you're conceited. And I think this conversation's gone far enough. Besides, I shall never marry again.” Blair blushed, her head turning towards the open window. She couldn’t face him, not when he was offering his heart to her on a silver platter and she was refusing to accept it. She would be more foolish to not take this man in open arms, run with him to his bedroom and fall upon his bare chest. If only things could be that simple, if only there wasn’t rules to how far you could go with the likes of someone like Chuck Bass.
“Oh yes, you will. And you'll marry me.” He said this with love, that’s all he wanted to do, make slow passionate love to a woman he had feelings for, make love so much she couldn’t walk and keep her properly under his thumb for the rest of his life. He loved her, god damn it all. Loved her so much that the thought of her with another man made him homicidal. Loved her so much that her betrayal made him sick to his stomach.
“You...you? I don't love you. And I don't like being married.” Blair hesitated. Of course she loved him, but her mouth wouldn’t let her admit it. Not until he did.
“Did you ever think of marrying just for fun?” Chuck groaned, trying to find the tiniest big of hope, a rope to hang on, so he could convince her to marry him.
“You've been married to two men older then you. Why not try a husband at the right age? With a way with women?” Chuck continued, grabbing hold of her hand and placing it in the warmth of his own.
"You're a fool, Chuck Bass. When you know I shall always love another man.” Blair looked at him now, silently furious a he stood there staring right back into her own eyes, and willed him to understand. Though she doubted that he would. Chuck’s nature was such that he wouldn’t count the cost of if he loved. But for herself - Blair supposed, miserably, that she was a coward.
“Say you're going to marry me. Say yes. Say yes.” Chuck pulled her further in, his hands sliding down her waist till he reached her hips and pulled her lovingly close to him.
“Yes.” Blair smiled, she could no longer decline how much she cared for him, even it were not love, she could make a marriage worthy.
“Are you sure you meant it? You don't want to take it back?” Chuck’s eye lit up with pleasure, as he pulled her into his arms, and heard a muffled “yes” in his ear.
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They hadn’t married yet, but he could no longer endure the wait of sharing bed with her. She didn’t seem to bother either, both of them together, for the first time.
He guided her fingers as they closed over him, then showed her how to please him. Blair moved her hand, at first slowly and then faster. His eyes closed, and he gritted his teeth almost as if he were in pain. Blair felt a strange tightening at the place where her thighs joined, felt her breasts swell against the wet fabric that covered them. Then all at once he groaned, and groaned again, and the thing she was holding quivered and jerked in her hand. She dropped it, shocked, but whatever she had done was to late to undo. Chuck shuddered all over. When his eyes opened again she was regarding him in a wary surprise.
“Oh Blair!” A broken laugh escaped him as he put his arms around her and pulled her close against him. “You are so innocent.”
He slid a hand up through her hair and cupped her skull, gently pulling her head back so that he could look down into her face. His eyes were both tender and rueful as they met hers.
He bent his head. At first his lips brushed over hers so softly that she lifted her chin to deepen the contact. Every ounce of her concentration was focused on the gentle fusing of their mouths.
His tongue probed at her closed teeth, she opened her mouth and his tounge slowly slid inside, touched hers. She felt a quickening start deep insider her belly, felt her knees weaken. The hairs on his legs were rough against her soft thighs; the hairs on his chest cushioned her breasts that might as well have been as naked as he was, covered as they were only by the thin layer of soaking cloth.
His tongue was still a gentle invader, still stroking the inside of her mouth. He groaned in her mouth, then lifted his head despite her grip on his hair, pilling his lips from hers.
“I want you so much I ache, this is harder than I thought.”
No longer so carefully gentle, his mouth slanted over hers and his tounge thrust between her teeth with bold possession. His arms tightened around her as if they would squeeze her very breath from her, but Blair didn’t care.
She was bent back against his arm, her head pillowed on his shoulder, her arms tight around his neck. Her eyes were closed, her head whirling as she gave herself over to his kiss. Then she felt his palms slide down over her back, his touch warm though the thin wet linen of her chemise. His hands lingered at her waist, testing the smallness of the curve, moved on over her buttocks to stroke the back of her bare thighs. Then, before she could even breath again after the intimacy of that gesture, his hands slid up under the hem of her chemise to close on the soft round cheeks of her behind.
Blair gasped, the sound swallowed by his mouth. Her eyes flickered wildly open only to shut again. His hands on her bottom pulled her close against him.
His hold on her shifted, so that one hand could come up to cup her breast and squeeze it. Blair cried out. Her nails dug into the back of his neck as exquisite pleasure exploded inside her. She shivered and shook and at last went limp in his arms. It was some time later before she even became aware that he still held her.