Fic: Torn (Gossip Girl/One Tree Hill)
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Gossip Girl
Title: Torn (Companion Piece to Broken)
Characters: Chuck Bass/Haley James (Scott), Bart Bass/Haley James (Scott)
Rating: PG13
Prompt: (01) Transference
Word Count: 375
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Chuck’s seventeen, Haley’s twenty three so there could be some minor/adult stuff to work through.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or Gossip Girl, but if I did think of all the fun I could have :)
The first time he meets her she reminds him of his long dead mother, at least she reminds him of the picture he has of the woman that takes pride of place on his bureau.
He’s been unconsciously searching for her his whole life and now she’s been dropped into his lap in the form of his father’s new trophy wife.
Chuck learnt a long time ago not to play with his father’s prized toys.
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It doesn’t take very long for him to figure her out, there had been moments when he’d thought she was just another money hungry painted doll marrying a horny old guy for his money and power but he quickly realises that isn’t the case.
His father is off on business trips more often then he’s home and somewhere between the first and fifth time she’s helped him to bed when he’s stumbled home spent, they’ve become very much like friends.
He learns about her ruined marriage, her alcoholic ex-husband and her beloved baby boy Jaime, who was taken from her too soon in life.
It’s so much more than his father could ever hope to learn.
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He’s seventeen years old, she’s twenty three and he’s had lover’s years older than her more times than he can remember in any detail, his father is her second and the thought of Bart getting to touch someone as innocent and beautiful as her sends a chill deep into his bones.
When her hand accidently brushes his at the breakfast table, he has to shut his eyes and breathe as deep as he can because there’s a desperation building inside of him begging to be her third and he doesn’t know how much longer he can fight for control.
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She’s a mother without a child, he’s a motherless son and he’s very much aware of how messed up their relationship is fast becoming.
He’s torn between laying his head on her chest and letting her heartbeat lull him to sleep while she strokes her hand over his brow soothingly or tearing off her clothes, making her moan his name while he kisses her breathless and marks her as only his.
He’s not sure which he wants more but he suspects it could be both.