drabble: Kiss Like Fire (Gossip Girl; Chuck/Blair)
Title: Kiss Like Fire
Fandom/Pairing: Gossip Girl; Chuck/Blair
Rating: Swears and lingerie.
Summary: Just a little out of context Chuck & Blair angst. Obviously set before season 3 when they are already a couple.
A/N: Random, I know. I'm clearing out my unfinished drabbles folder again. We can always have more guilty pleasure Chuck Bass in our lives. When is GG coming back ?
“Chuck, please don’t shut me out. We’re one and the same. You know I’m here for you. I want to be that person.”
The desperation in her voice grated on my last nerve. I knew I never should have come here, not when the girl was so hell-bent on knowing me, in every sense of the word. But I couldn’t deny that a part of me stirred with instinctual desire. But who was I kidding? Any heterosexual man would be aroused by seeing her in her latest state of undress. Blair Waldorf stood a goddess of temptation in a champagne colored corset and matching lacy panties.
She really was divine, but I wasn’t in the mood for another one of her acts of desperation to try to save me. I knocked back the remaining scotch from the tumbler I held in my hand. It burned on the way down and left me feeling deliciously numb. And mightily pissed off by Blair’s condescension. I sure as shit didn’t need saving. She had it all wrong.
“You don’t know me, Blair.”
But she was there, slipping the tumbler from my fingers, holding my attention with her chocolate eyes. The feeling of her warmth against me, her hands holding my face so close to hers, had me lost.
"Chuck." she murmured.
Those damned pouting lips would be the death of me. She doesn't know me. She can't know me. If she did, she wouldn't want this. Wouldn't want me. If she knew...
When she kisses me, it's like fire kindling to life. And I want nothing more than to burn.
Fandom/Pairing: Gossip Girl; Chuck/Blair
Rating: Swears and lingerie.
Summary: Just a little out of context Chuck & Blair angst. Obviously set before season 3 when they are already a couple.
A/N: Random, I know. I'm clearing out my unfinished drabbles folder again. We can always have more guilty pleasure Chuck Bass in our lives. When is GG coming back ?
“Chuck, please don’t shut me out. We’re one and the same. You know I’m here for you. I want to be that person.”
The desperation in her voice grated on my last nerve. I knew I never should have come here, not when the girl was so hell-bent on knowing me, in every sense of the word. But I couldn’t deny that a part of me stirred with instinctual desire. But who was I kidding? Any heterosexual man would be aroused by seeing her in her latest state of undress. Blair Waldorf stood a goddess of temptation in a champagne colored corset and matching lacy panties.
She really was divine, but I wasn’t in the mood for another one of her acts of desperation to try to save me. I knocked back the remaining scotch from the tumbler I held in my hand. It burned on the way down and left me feeling deliciously numb. And mightily pissed off by Blair’s condescension. I sure as shit didn’t need saving. She had it all wrong.
“You don’t know me, Blair.”
But she was there, slipping the tumbler from my fingers, holding my attention with her chocolate eyes. The feeling of her warmth against me, her hands holding my face so close to hers, had me lost.
"Chuck." she murmured.
Those damned pouting lips would be the death of me. She doesn't know me. She can't know me. If she did, she wouldn't want this. Wouldn't want me. If she knew...
When she kisses me, it's like fire kindling to life. And I want nothing more than to burn.