this is life, (6/?)
Title: This is Life
Author: Lily
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of the characters. Gossip Girl belongs to Cecily Ziegesar, Josh Schwartz, Stephanie Savage and the CW.
Summary: Post 1.10. Takes place after Chuck sees Nate and Blair kissing. What would have happened, if Blair hadn’t slept with Nate and Chuck had apologized to her?
A/N - This is my first fic, so don't be too hard on me. :) Special thanks to my beta, Anki. *hugs*
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
*
“I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.”
Javan
*
He sprinted after her - yes, Chuck Bass was actually sprinting -, but when he almost caught up with her, someone held him back. He tried to free himself, but the grip was too strong.
--
Looks like B has brunched enough for today. She was spotted leaving the Palace early, with an utterly destroyed face. Wondering, what that was all about. And a little birdy twittered me something very interesting earlier… B was sharing one table with N, but she was ignoring him rather than anything else. What’s going on now with this on - and - off couple? I’m seriously getting annoyed here.
Oh… I know. Normally I don’t gossip about the UES oldies, seeing as I’m not Gossip Granny but you know, that Lily van der Woodsen and big Bart Bass are engaged, yes? Well, rumor has it, that S and C will move in together soon.
Aw brother and sister-bonding. I’m stirred.
You know you love me. XOXO Gossip Girl.
--
“Charles. I expect you to display good demeanor.” Bart said with his usual disappointed and frigid expression. “And not just run after some desperate woman in public.”
“It was Blair,” Chuck answered. “I have to go after her.” He demanded.
“You’ll stay right here with your family. She’ll be taken care of; it’s not like she has no home.”
The whole happening passed unnoticed by Lily, Serena and Eric, who joined them. Lily clapped her hands. “So… then let’s go home and pack your stuff, right?”
--
Blair stepped out of the elevator, tears streaming down her face.
She hadn’t cared about Nate choosing Serena and she wouldn’t have cared about any other guy preferring her best friend over her, but Chuck?
She didn’t know about her feelings anymore. She had thought to be in love with Nate for so long, she hadn’t realized it wasn’t love. She didn’t know what love was anymore.
Did she love Chuck? Or was she just so eager to feel love again, that this simple emotion with Chuck felt so overwhelming?
Whatever, it doesn’t matter now anyway. He doesn’t want you.
Blair swallowed hard. It was time to let go of her fantasies about her perfect life. Happy endings were for the Serena van der Woodsens of the world, not for her.
No, there would be no dreaming anymore. If there was something Blair prided herself to be, it was realistic. Despite her dreams of her fairytale-happy endings, she still had the reality clearly in her head.
--
It was late evening, and the elevator ride up to Blair’s penthouse was making Chuck nervous.
He had spent the entire day family-bonding with Serena, Eric and Lily, when Bart had excused himself for a business meeting. He was exhausted; he wasn’t used to be in so much company. But it was nice to be around Eric and Lily - Serena… well, that was another story.
But he one thing hadn’t left his mind the whole evening - Blair.
Ascending the stairs to her room, he thought over, what to say. He knew that she would be furious about him just appearing here, but he was optimistic, she’d be happy about it later.
Chuck Bass is optimistic. It sounded so weird.
He still couldn’t believe Blair had actually wanted him, Chuck Bass. Not her prince named Nathaniel Archibald - but he was relieved Nate had broken up with her, something, he would never understand. Sure, Serena was beautiful, he supposed. Always happy and cheerful, but she was… superficial. Stuck on that level, that was just girly and immature.
Blair’s beauty was unique. She wasn’t just the most gorgeous and hottest girl he had ever met, she was witty and funny. Always managing to catch him off-guard with upper-handing him with their banters.
“Blair?” He knocked on her door warily.
Walking to her bathroom, he caught her standing in front of the mirror, eyeing herself disaffectedly, and tears in her eyes. At this moment he loathed himself for making her feel this way. He knew, he wasn’t entirely to blame for this, but rejecting her must have made her even more unsure about her insecurities.
Then her eyes met his in the mirror and her gaze was cold and calculated.
He gulped, but walked up behind her.
Reaching his arms around her slim waist, he embraced her tightly. She tensed a little and continued to stare at him through the mirror, but her eyes softened a little. Before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips to her shoulder softly.
--
Don’t forgive him so easily, Blair. You hate him, remember?
But no matter how often she told herself that, it didn’t stop her from relaxing into his hold. It just felt so right to be in his arms, their bodies interlocked so intimately. She had never trusted any other guy that much to let him be this close. Not just physically, but also emotionally.
“How could you ever think I would pick any other girl over you?” Chuck said quietly.
She felt tears welling up in her eyes and didn’t respond, just stared at him, silently telling him to carry on.
“No girl… absolutely no girl has anything on you - not even Serena. And do you think I would learn to ‘behave myself’ just for any girl?”
A small smile reached her lips, but she held it back.
“Why would you do it for me?” She asked him seriously, turning around to face him directly, looking into his dark brown eyes. She drowned in them, and it was something there she had never seen there before… vulnerability.
“Because…” he moved closer, whispering with a raspy voice that sent chills up and down her spine, “you already mean so much to me.”
“I do?” Blair pulled back slightly, hope shining in her eyes. Her heart hammered so hard in her chest that she was sure he could hear it.
He smirked and nodded, kissing the tip of her nose.
“You do too, you know.” She blushed, burying her head in the crook of his neck.
“Oh, I know.” He grinned smugly.
--
They lay down on her bed, Chuck in his pair of low-cut boxers and Blair in of her silky nightgowns, neither of them having their guard up, smiling like idiots.
“You’re mom isn’t going to be angry about me staying with you?”
Blair giggled, her cheeks reddening. “My mom’s not at home - she’s in Paris for some business deal until next month and Dorota is with her.”
He stayed silent.
“Chuck?” Blair moved her head up to his, unable to take her eyes off his, watching them turning dark with desire and feeling a prickle in her stomach in response. She slid closer and their mouths met hesitantly, gently…
Blair smiled, knowing that this was the beginning of something irresistible, something real - and she knew, that he knew it too - it would be different this time. Because they both finally knew how they felt about each other.
“Are you sure?” He pulled away a little, his voice hoarse and breathless. And in that moment she realized she had never been more sure of anything in her entire life.
“I’m sure about you.” She said before kissing him harder, pressing herself against him tightly.
His hands were running all over her, warm and insistent, sliding down the back of her neck, her waist, her thigh. She moaned, clutching his hair, and Chuck smiled against her skin, pulling her head down to his for another kiss as her arms pulled his hands closer to her ass.
He smirked, planting warm and hot kisses down her throat. Her breath hitched and then he flipped them over and was on her - on top of her, pushing the hem of her nightgown up, squeezing her thighs lightly.
She sighed, pulling him down to her. Their eyes met again and she smiled softly, nodding. Their clothes were pulled off and before she had time to think about, what was happening, he was entering her. Oh God, oh god.
She was sighing his name, over and over again, her arms sneaked around his neck. A deep groan escaped his throat and he heard small whimpers coming from her with each thrust.
She didn’t know, how fast it happened and before she could comprehend, what was happening, he had laid her back against the pillows and slid to her to her side. She turned into him and buried her face into his neck, breathing unevenly. He put his arm around her and placed a lazy kiss on the top of her head, before she drifted off to sleep - a smile on her lips.
--
To be continued
Aahh my first r-rated scene ;) Tell me how it was, yes? :)
Author: Lily
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of the characters. Gossip Girl belongs to Cecily Ziegesar, Josh Schwartz, Stephanie Savage and the CW.
Summary: Post 1.10. Takes place after Chuck sees Nate and Blair kissing. What would have happened, if Blair hadn’t slept with Nate and Chuck had apologized to her?
A/N - This is my first fic, so don't be too hard on me. :) Special thanks to my beta, Anki. *hugs*
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
*
“I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.”
Javan
*
He sprinted after her - yes, Chuck Bass was actually sprinting -, but when he almost caught up with her, someone held him back. He tried to free himself, but the grip was too strong.
--
Looks like B has brunched enough for today. She was spotted leaving the Palace early, with an utterly destroyed face. Wondering, what that was all about. And a little birdy twittered me something very interesting earlier… B was sharing one table with N, but she was ignoring him rather than anything else. What’s going on now with this on - and - off couple? I’m seriously getting annoyed here.
Oh… I know. Normally I don’t gossip about the UES oldies, seeing as I’m not Gossip Granny but you know, that Lily van der Woodsen and big Bart Bass are engaged, yes? Well, rumor has it, that S and C will move in together soon.
Aw brother and sister-bonding. I’m stirred.
You know you love me. XOXO Gossip Girl.
--
“Charles. I expect you to display good demeanor.” Bart said with his usual disappointed and frigid expression. “And not just run after some desperate woman in public.”
“It was Blair,” Chuck answered. “I have to go after her.” He demanded.
“You’ll stay right here with your family. She’ll be taken care of; it’s not like she has no home.”
The whole happening passed unnoticed by Lily, Serena and Eric, who joined them. Lily clapped her hands. “So… then let’s go home and pack your stuff, right?”
--
Blair stepped out of the elevator, tears streaming down her face.
She hadn’t cared about Nate choosing Serena and she wouldn’t have cared about any other guy preferring her best friend over her, but Chuck?
She didn’t know about her feelings anymore. She had thought to be in love with Nate for so long, she hadn’t realized it wasn’t love. She didn’t know what love was anymore.
Did she love Chuck? Or was she just so eager to feel love again, that this simple emotion with Chuck felt so overwhelming?
Whatever, it doesn’t matter now anyway. He doesn’t want you.
Blair swallowed hard. It was time to let go of her fantasies about her perfect life. Happy endings were for the Serena van der Woodsens of the world, not for her.
No, there would be no dreaming anymore. If there was something Blair prided herself to be, it was realistic. Despite her dreams of her fairytale-happy endings, she still had the reality clearly in her head.
--
It was late evening, and the elevator ride up to Blair’s penthouse was making Chuck nervous.
He had spent the entire day family-bonding with Serena, Eric and Lily, when Bart had excused himself for a business meeting. He was exhausted; he wasn’t used to be in so much company. But it was nice to be around Eric and Lily - Serena… well, that was another story.
But he one thing hadn’t left his mind the whole evening - Blair.
Ascending the stairs to her room, he thought over, what to say. He knew that she would be furious about him just appearing here, but he was optimistic, she’d be happy about it later.
Chuck Bass is optimistic. It sounded so weird.
He still couldn’t believe Blair had actually wanted him, Chuck Bass. Not her prince named Nathaniel Archibald - but he was relieved Nate had broken up with her, something, he would never understand. Sure, Serena was beautiful, he supposed. Always happy and cheerful, but she was… superficial. Stuck on that level, that was just girly and immature.
Blair’s beauty was unique. She wasn’t just the most gorgeous and hottest girl he had ever met, she was witty and funny. Always managing to catch him off-guard with upper-handing him with their banters.
“Blair?” He knocked on her door warily.
Walking to her bathroom, he caught her standing in front of the mirror, eyeing herself disaffectedly, and tears in her eyes. At this moment he loathed himself for making her feel this way. He knew, he wasn’t entirely to blame for this, but rejecting her must have made her even more unsure about her insecurities.
Then her eyes met his in the mirror and her gaze was cold and calculated.
He gulped, but walked up behind her.
Reaching his arms around her slim waist, he embraced her tightly. She tensed a little and continued to stare at him through the mirror, but her eyes softened a little. Before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips to her shoulder softly.
--
Don’t forgive him so easily, Blair. You hate him, remember?
But no matter how often she told herself that, it didn’t stop her from relaxing into his hold. It just felt so right to be in his arms, their bodies interlocked so intimately. She had never trusted any other guy that much to let him be this close. Not just physically, but also emotionally.
“How could you ever think I would pick any other girl over you?” Chuck said quietly.
She felt tears welling up in her eyes and didn’t respond, just stared at him, silently telling him to carry on.
“No girl… absolutely no girl has anything on you - not even Serena. And do you think I would learn to ‘behave myself’ just for any girl?”
A small smile reached her lips, but she held it back.
“Why would you do it for me?” She asked him seriously, turning around to face him directly, looking into his dark brown eyes. She drowned in them, and it was something there she had never seen there before… vulnerability.
“Because…” he moved closer, whispering with a raspy voice that sent chills up and down her spine, “you already mean so much to me.”
“I do?” Blair pulled back slightly, hope shining in her eyes. Her heart hammered so hard in her chest that she was sure he could hear it.
He smirked and nodded, kissing the tip of her nose.
“You do too, you know.” She blushed, burying her head in the crook of his neck.
“Oh, I know.” He grinned smugly.
--
They lay down on her bed, Chuck in his pair of low-cut boxers and Blair in of her silky nightgowns, neither of them having their guard up, smiling like idiots.
“You’re mom isn’t going to be angry about me staying with you?”
Blair giggled, her cheeks reddening. “My mom’s not at home - she’s in Paris for some business deal until next month and Dorota is with her.”
He stayed silent.
“Chuck?” Blair moved her head up to his, unable to take her eyes off his, watching them turning dark with desire and feeling a prickle in her stomach in response. She slid closer and their mouths met hesitantly, gently…
Blair smiled, knowing that this was the beginning of something irresistible, something real - and she knew, that he knew it too - it would be different this time. Because they both finally knew how they felt about each other.
“Are you sure?” He pulled away a little, his voice hoarse and breathless. And in that moment she realized she had never been more sure of anything in her entire life.
“I’m sure about you.” She said before kissing him harder, pressing herself against him tightly.
His hands were running all over her, warm and insistent, sliding down the back of her neck, her waist, her thigh. She moaned, clutching his hair, and Chuck smiled against her skin, pulling her head down to his for another kiss as her arms pulled his hands closer to her ass.
He smirked, planting warm and hot kisses down her throat. Her breath hitched and then he flipped them over and was on her - on top of her, pushing the hem of her nightgown up, squeezing her thighs lightly.
She sighed, pulling him down to her. Their eyes met again and she smiled softly, nodding. Their clothes were pulled off and before she had time to think about, what was happening, he was entering her. Oh God, oh god.
She was sighing his name, over and over again, her arms sneaked around his neck. A deep groan escaped his throat and he heard small whimpers coming from her with each thrust.
She didn’t know, how fast it happened and before she could comprehend, what was happening, he had laid her back against the pillows and slid to her to her side. She turned into him and buried her face into his neck, breathing unevenly. He put his arm around her and placed a lazy kiss on the top of her head, before she drifted off to sleep - a smile on her lips.
--
To be continued
Aahh my first r-rated scene ;) Tell me how it was, yes? :)