One More Time

TITLE: One More Time

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Chuck / Blair

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple.

SYNOPSIS: What if Chuck offered Blair a way to get what she asked for (Silence and Nate) at the pool party in Episode 12 Season 1.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gossip Girl. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Chuck believed that if they hadn't been in public, Blair would have actually slapped him. He lifted the tumbler in his hand to his lips, the ice cubes tinkling musically against the crystal as he took a sip of the scotch it contained and watched as she stalked off and then slid gracefully into the pool. He reclined back into the lifeguard's chair he had commandeered and leisurely reached out to fondle the bikini-clad breast of the busty blonde who had brought him his drink and who he had designated as his entertainment when he'd arrived. He couldn't actually remember her name.

She laughed empty-headedly and Chuck rolled his eyes, changing his gentle caress to a grope and then a painful pinch and twist of her nipple. The girl squeaked and hurriedly moved away from him and he hardly noticed the reproachful look as his attention was once again focused on Blair as she glided through the water and the crowd of teens. What he was doing was a little childish, but it was his solution to not being careful what he wished for. He had wanted Blair Waldorf since the very moment he had figured out the difference between girls and woman, but she had always been his best friends girl, that was, until recently. She'd also known just exactly who Chuck Bass was. She knew the facts and was amused by the fiction.

He had from time to time mulled over the reason for his attraction to Blair and had figured a few things out. It wasn't just her beauty or her poise, it was the ruthless determination that mirrored his own. Hers was covert to his overt, but no less effective. Her desires were different to his or he had believed them to be, but her drive to get what she wanted and her ability to do whatever it was, on her own terms, to get it was a perfect match for his. He'd seen her grow and her art grow with her. Blair's winsome smile, had once earned her chocolates and hugs, but could now gained her jewelry or bestow her blessing or the deadliest of threats, it was just that versatile. He would never tell her, but he admired her in every sense of the word.

Through some unforeseen twist of fate he had gotten what he wanted. Blair had given him her virginity in the back of his limousine and it had been everything and more than he had imagined. Just thinking about it caused his dick to stir in his swim trunks. They'd even had a relationship... dalliance... affair; he didn't know what to call what he and Blair had had. But, if fate can twist one way, it can just as easily twist the other way and now she wanted Nate back. "I should just let her have him. She'll tire of him again eventually. Besides the social implications and ideal fit, she thinks she needs his light to balance her darkness, but she'll realize she needs my darkness to complete her. I know this, so why can't I let her go?" he mused as he watched her ironically move further and further away from him.

Chuck knew the answer, but admitting it made him nervous and uncomfortable. Blair had surprised him. He had often sneered at her puritanical views, made fun of them even, but it had also been a constant, something that was unchanging and the best excuse not to pursue her. He knew differently now. He had seen something in her that night, something, wild, sensual and animal and knew that once awakened it could not be denied. He didn't want anyone else to partake of that new Blair, except himself.

She'd confronted him with another request to rescind his stipulation that he would keep their secret only so long as she stayed away from Nate. He'd been flip, smug and sarcastic about his refusal and finally she'd told him she was leaving the party due to his presence sucking all the fun out of it for her and he watched as pulled herself up the ladder and out of the water. He didn't want her to feel distress, in fact their were many, many things he wanted to make her feel and thinking of them forced him to have to surreptitiously adjust the growing boner in his trunks, he didn't like hurting her, but he liked seeing her with anyone else even less.

The water sheeted off her as she exited the pool. Her usually curly, chocolate tresses were black and straight with water and drew his eyes down to her perfectly pert behind and the lightly tanned legs below. She grabs a towel and dabs herself dry. He watched the towel brush lightly over her chest, her blue bikini covered breasts, her toned stomach and lower and he found himself sudden jealous of a fluffy, absorbent rectangle of material. He wanted to laugh at himself, and not with amusement.

He had the upper hand at the moment, but Blair was relentless, a seasoned campaigner and, for the first time in their association, unpredictable. She would get her way, eventually. He would have to push and benefit from his advantage while he still could. He watched her gather her things, but instead of heading to the exit, she headed for the girls locker room. The cogs in his mind started to turn. "Would one more time be enough? For him? No, but to show her what she really wanted? Maybe." He mused. The party was still in full swing and he hadn't seen anyone enter of leave the locker room in the last hour or so, but he hadn't exactly been paying attention.

"No time like the present." He said softly, out loud. "I have something that she wants and she is something that I want. I'm sure we can reach an agreement." He rationalized as he drained the tumbler in a single swallow, the amber liquid caressing his throat and warming his belly. "If nothing else I might get a chance to see her naked again." He thought as he slid out of the chair and started to make his way around the pool.

Chuck paused at the door, scanning the crowd to find Serena, making sure she was engaged and not likely to follow her friend. She was talking with Nate and several other people, a full drink in her hand. She wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon and checking that no one was watching, slipped through the door. He frowned the locker room was empty, but he noted her bag on the long bench that ran down the centre of the room. He walked further into the room and then became aware of the hissing pitter-patter of water and the sound of melodious feminine humming. His frown became a grin. Seeing her naked was now a given.

He shucked off the simple short-sleeved Calvin Klein shirt he'd been wearing and tossed it down next to her bag. He turned and checked the door one last time and then pulled off his trunks as well. It felt good to free his throbbing erection and it bobbed slightly, brushing against his belly as he headed for the door leading the girl's communal shower area. He pushed the swinging door open lowly, ensuring that it didn't make a sound. Heat and tendrils of steam wafted against his body and the noise of the water and her humming became louder.

Chuck could see Blair at the far end of the room, made slightly indistinct and soft around the edges by the swirling steam, her back was to him. He made sure the door shut as silently as he'd opened it and then quietly padded towards her. He let his eyes roam over her as he drew nearer and she became clearer. His dick twitched in appreciation. She turned slightly, but not enough to see him, showing him the curve of her breast and the brown, little peak that topped it. He licked his lower lip, remembering exactly what it felt and tasted like when he's sucked on it.

He'd gotten distracted and his foot splashed some of the water that had collected on the floor tiles and her humming cut off as she whipped around. "Who? What? Chuck? You're... What the fuck?" she asked in shocked confusion, her eyes well south of his face. His dick twitched as if to salute her attention. "Get the hell out of here, you pervert!" She ordered, suddenly finding her modesty and covering her breasts with one forearm and her crotch with her other hand.

"I have a proposition for you, Blair." He stated, taking a step closer. "Don't come any closer. Get out, Chuck... This is the girls shower." She re-iterated in exasperation. "Fair enough." He acknowledged, stopping just out of arm's reach. "I know where we are, but I don't think we'll be disturbed any time soon. Just how much do you want to get back with Nate?" he responded, starting his pitch. "You know how much... Would you please just get out of here? This isn't the time or place." She changed tack from command to request although he could see her holding back the urge to stamp her foot and shout at him to leave.

"You can have what you want, if you give me what I want." He offered. "And, what's that?" she enquired suspiciously, her eyes finally meeting his. Chuck tilted his head slightly and let his eyes slide down and then up her body with a suggestive leer. "Guess." He told her softly. She blinked her large brown eyes as realization hit, they dropped to his throbbing member again and then jumping back to his face. Her skin had that rosy, pink glow from the heat and being washed, but he saw her cheeks redden even further with a blush.

"You have to be... Get... Get out, Chuck." She stammered unsteadily. "One more time, Blair. Right here and right now and Nate's all yours with no one ever knowing about us." He clarified, taking the step that brought him mere inches away from her. He took a wet, tendril of her hair that had fallen across her cheek and twisted it around his finger for a moment, feeling the smooth texture before tucking it back behind her ear. He saw her chest rise and then shudder as she let out her breath slowly, her eyes shifting, searching the depths of his dark orbs, her straight white teeth worrying her full lower lip. She was considering his offer and that was all the opening he needed.

Blair flinched slightly, but didn't pull away as he brushed the back of his fingers lightly from her shoulder and down the arm she had crooked to cover her breasts. "How can I trust you to keep your word?" she asked breathily as he gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist. "You don't." he answered, shifting her arm out of the way without any resistance from her. Despite the heat of the steam around them and the water now hitting them both, her nipples were hard and standing to attention as if they were standing in the snow instead.

"Then... Then why sh..." her question cutoff into a low moan as, without ceremony, he lowered his head and captured her droplet covered nipple and areola with his mouth and sucked while swirling his tongue around the hard nub. Her wrist shifted in his light grasp at her side as her fingers flexed. Her skin smelled faintly of vanilla and something intangibly, incomparably Blair and he inhaled deeply "Because you want to." He answered after lifting his head, deliberately holding onto her nipple with his lips, stretching it before letting go and making her gasp softly. "I'll give you whatever you need, Blair. I promise." He told her earnestly, wondering if she would hear the ambiguity in his statement as he felt the tension leech out of her.

Chuck let go of her wrist and slid his arm around her waist, hooking the smooth curve of his hip with his arm across the small of her back. He tensed and pulled her against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, the hard points of her nipples compacting into the firm warm pillows. There was no way she could mistake his intent or desire as his erection, trapped between both their torsos, pulsed against their skin. "What'll it be, Waldorf?" he queried, not quite sure he'd be able to stop himself if she surprised him one more time and told him to get lost. "Damn you, Bass." She sighed in resignation and he felt her hands slide up his back. He had his lips crushed to hers before they twined into his wet hair and cupped his head.

Her mouth opened hungrily under his as their heads tilted and their tongues fenced before wrestling sinuously. He watched her eyes flutter closed before he let his do the same. He created just enough separation between them to run his free hand up along the side of her ribs to cup her breast. He weighed, squeezed and fondled the firm, but pliable globe, letting his fingers explore her smooth skin until they found the marginally rougher texture of the slightly raised disc of her areola and the taut tube of her nipple. He rolled and flicked the sensitive nub with his thumb, drawing sweet moans from her as he sucked and nipped at her full lower lip, using his tongue to soothe away the pressure of his teeth.

One of Blair's legs curled around his, the inside of her thigh silky smooth against the outside of his. He shifted his grip from her hip to her buttocks and lifted her, turning them and at the same time moving until he had her pinned up against the tiles next to the shower head. He felt her shiver, but couldn't tell if it was the chill of the damp tiles or something more as her nails raked his scalp as they continued to kiss passionately.

Chuck abandoned her breast and with both hands cupping her ass cheeks lifted her higher, his dick sliding along the smooth skin of her belly and through the silky curls of her neatly trimmed little triangle of pubes. Blair, tensed, jerking slightly, a little whine escaping her lips and into his mouth when his dick brushed her clit on it's way down to her slit. She drew her other leg up as well and then wrapped both of them around him, encircling his waist and locking her ankles against his ass. She also hooked one of her arms around his neck to support some of her weight.

They made minute adjustments, the head of his dick sliding through her folds as they worked together to guide him to her entrance. Heat radiated from her and bathed his shaft along with the tingling friction. Her folds were moist, but slipperier than mere water could account for. Her breath hitched and Chuck drew in a sharp hissed breath as they achieved their goal and both tensed to hold themselves in place as the pointed helmet of his dick head wedged into her entrance.

By, unspoken agreement, they paused, taking a moment to steady themselves. The taps below the shower head had forced him to moved to the side to pin her to the wall and the spray now only misted them from the side and couldn't account for the slow trickle of liquid he felt snake it's way down his shaft. His cock throbbed to the beat of his heart and he narrowed his focus, trying to slow down his breathing and heartbeat and get a firm grip on his control. If this did end up being the last time he would have Blair, he was going to make it last as long as humanly possible. Wreaths of steam curled up around and between them, occasionally eddying and shifting with their breathing.

"Chuck." She whispered, his name sounding like a strangely ceremonial and formal invitation. "Blair." He acknowledged in acceptance, feeling her legs relax and relaxing his grip accordingly. Her mouth opened wider and her face titled upward, her head slowly rocking from side to side as a short sharp gasp followed by a modulating, drawn out moan left her lips to join the grunted groan from his as she slid down onto him. Feeling her tight, resistant flesh reluctantly stretch and embrace his invading shaft, sliding along him with a snug velvet grip and tingling, electric friction that made his balls tighten and his butt clench with delight. It was something he loved to remember and memorized with meticulous care, yet it always felt new and startlingly amazing and awe inspiring, especially with Blair.

He found her molten, intimate core, filling her to the limit and he shifted forward to pin her more firmly to the wall as she settled down on him. Her sex flexed and twisted as it adjusted to his length and girth and his dick pulsed and twitched in response. "Goddamn." He swore softly, but vehemently. The expression on Blair's face was priceless and for someone with the Bass fortune at his command, that truly meant something. Her eyes were wide, but half lidded so that she was looking at him through her long, curved lashes. Her lips were parted just enough so that her straight white teeth rested on the upper curve of her kiss-swollen lower lip, lightly dimpling it. Her pixie, porcelain, glowing features were framed by the dark, damp halo of her luxurious hair. She was a sensual vision of perfection.

Chuck started to slowly rock his hips, sliding back and forth inside but still remaining buried in her depths. He felt her belly quiver against his as they tensed and relaxed, undulating together, testing the range of their motion until they found a comfortable rising and falling rhythm and pace. "You're so unbelievably beautiful, so fucking sexy. You have no idea just how amazing you are. How much I want to be inside you. How unimaginably wonderful this feels. He told her, his voice hoarse and vibrating with passion. The words dripped from his lips into her ears with out the censor of his brain, honest and unedited. It felt just a little weird and at the same time perfectly right, which only worried him more.

Blair replied with praises and encouragements of her own, along with dire consequences and threats if he were to stop. "Yes! Oh Sweet Jezus, yes! So good! Don't stop... I love having you inside me. Harder, Chuck! Harder! Just... Just like that. Fuck!!!" she panted in that voice he knew know other than him had heard. Her words mingled with the splash of the water hitting the tile and the harder slap of his body meeting hers again and again and again as he tired to fulfill her every command.

He wondered fleetingly if she would show this wanton side to Nathaniel. He knew, with a fair degree of certainty that Blair would sleep with Nate if they got back together. Blair was finally aware of that part of herself. She would give herself to Nate, but would she show herself, her real self? He had his doubts. She always presented herself as the prim princess to Nate and old habits tended to die hard. Strangely, he took comfort in that fact, even though it was only speculation.

Her sex felt like a super-heated velvet vice sliding, dragging, clutching, flexing, twisting, squeezing and grinding on and along his shaft as she wantonly and with zealous abandon strained with remarkable strength and determination, bucked, tensed, relaxed and thrust to match him stroke for stroke. Her channel continuously flooded with aiding sex grease, bathing his pistoning shaft with lubricating liquid heat, urging him on to continue driving into her tight core with smooth long thrusts. Words faded in to sounds and noises of enjoyment, passion, appreciation, strain, need and delight.

They found each other's lips infrequently, but with intensity, needing their mouths to explore skin and drag in panted breathes instead. He let his lips wander over her breasts, collecting stray drops of water to wet his dry throat, nipping and sucking first one nipple and then the other, feeling her shift her shoulder blades from side to side, pressing her flesh into his mouth in response. Her fingers raked through his hair and her nails bit into his shoulder when she clutched at him, even as her teeth tested the corded muscle at the side of his neck.

Little cries shot from her lips each time they collided and he felt the quiver of her belly against his become tremors. Those tremors transformed into a continuous shudder as she cried out sharply, her half-lidded eyes snapping wide along with her mouth as her sex locked and then convulsed around him as she climaxed. Chuck grunted with the intensity of the pressure, raising his head from her breasts with a clenched jaw and gritted teeth. He wanted, had intended to make their tryst last. He wanted to see her expression etched with the ecstasy of orgasm again and again before he surrendered, but his body and his emotions betrayed him.

All his experience, all the skills he had learned through his sordid past meant nothing. Seeing and feeling her climax spoke directly to the place in him that was inhabited by Blair. The place that never failed to let his eyes find her whenever she entered a room he was already in and which was now furnished with the memories of their previous encounters. His ass clenched and he humped hard and fast, grinding into her, battering through the death grip of her climaxing snatch to get every last millimeter of himself inside her. Chuck felt the tension in his balls intensify just short of agony before he threw his head back and bellowed his release. He expanded; fighting the pressure of her tightly flexing embrace and then his dick was pulsing, jerking as his seed erupted out of him in heavy surges.

He wanted to swear and rail against the injustice of loosing his control so soon, but it felt so wonderful to join her, to share this moment of satisfaction that he couldn't. His chest heaved and his heart hammered against his ribs while his blood pounded in his ears while convulsive waves of pleasure jangled his overloaded nerves and electric sparks arched and curls up his spine as she continued to shudder and clutch at him in the throws of her orgasm. He saw her eyes flutter closed and her sex ripple with a softer grip around him as the intensity of her climax began to fade.

He dragged in a heavy breath through flared nostrils and deliberately thrust into her as hard as he could. Her eyes snapped open with a gasp as he felt the shudder renew and her snatch clamp around him once more as he set off another cascade of pleasure inside her. His own climax felt like it was draining more than just his seed from his body as he felt his arms start to shake with the effort of holding her in place even with the help and support of the tiled wall behind her. Blair's eyes stayed open and locked to his, searching and speculative and he could see himself reflected in them. Her tongue slipped out and ran over her lower lip and she quivered only sporadically around him.

Chuck felt her ankles unlock and he shifted slightly backward as he carefully bent his knees so that she could lower her feet to the ground. He gave her a moment to steady herself and then bent even lower, withdrawing his softening dick from her. They both groaned and her flesh tensed, snatching at his retreating member in a last ditch attempt to hold him in place and failed. She leaned back against the wall and Chuck let his forehead rest against the damp curls that covered the top of her hers, his hands pressed to the tiles on either side of her shoulders.

He steeled himself. "A deal's a deal. One more time and no one will hear about us from me. Nate's all yours... I... Whatever you want, Blair." He told her flatly and pushed away with his hands breaking the final little physical connection they had. For, all his conjecture and reasoning's, he was taking a gamble of infinite proportions and ramifications. It was not the kind of risk he enjoyed. There was no thrill here. He needed to make a clean getaway, he needed a drink, he needed several, but as her lips parted to responded, he couldn't help himself.

His lips swooped down on hers like the hawk everyone said his features resembled. He kissed her hard and deep, his arms pulling her hard against him. He memorized that moment, seared it into his brain, her feel, her taste her smile, the small sound she made and then abruptly let her go. "What will be will be." He thought with resignation as he turned and resolutely walked away from her before she could say anything. The room felt like it stretched out for an eternity and he swore he could feel her beautiful brown eyes bore into his back the whole time, standing unmoving, until the door swung closed behind him.

THE END