Just Once More

TITLE: Just Once More

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Chuck / Blair

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple.

SYNOPSIS: A companion piece to "One More Time". It seems it isn't that easy to quit someone even when you both know you don't stand a chance.

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 slumped down onto his sofa and raised the ice-chilled tumbler of scotch to his temple. It felt good. He took a sip and let the alcohol slide down his throat, a little of the hair of the dog that bit him. He was a little hung over, but not too badly, his headache was already starting to fade. The pool party had turned into a complete disaster, beside the failure of his plan to get a certain dark haired, chocolate eyed out of his system; some idiot went and cracked his head open diving into the shallow end. Cops were called, people were busted, but both he and Blair had left before that. That had been three weeks ago and his only viable option on the Blair front had been total avoidance and every debauched distraction he could think up, but the escorts he hired ended up being dark haired, pale skinned and petite and he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Still the fall out had focused parental eyes, meaning he had to curb his excesses and even Bradford had deigned to have a chat with his son.

He'd gone to Victrola and tied one on in honor of the occasion. The buzzer at his door cut through his relaxation like a buzz saw. It was eleven thirty on a Sunday morning. Who would be at his door at this hour, he didn't even know why he was up. Anyone who knew him would know better. Well he did, but he wouldn't even admit it to himself. He closed his eyes and willed whoever it was to go away. The buzzing continued and he sighed before setting the tumbler down on the coffee table and getting up. He tightened the sash on his robe and growled in annoyance as the buzzing was replaced by furious pounding. "I'm coming." He shouted, wincing at his volume and yanked open the door, fully intending to rip the person on the other end a new one.

What he didn't expect was the stinging slap that rocked his face to the side or the petite, dark haired socialite who delivered it and pushed past him in a furious flurry. He turned astonished eyes to watch Blair stride into his suite, his ears ringing, one hand still on the doorknob, the other reaching up to touch his flaming cheek. It took a lot to surprise Chuck Bass and she had just astounded him. "What the hell, Blair?" he asked as he shut the door and followed her, just in time to see her down his scotch. He waited for her to gag or sputter, but all she did was glare at him. The surprises just kept coming.

"What have you done to me?" She asked angrily as he closed the distance between them. He let his eyes slide over her. She is, as always, immaculately dressed, her teal, silk, off the shoulder blouse displaying their creamy, smooth curves, belted at the waist with a broad belt of the same shade to accentuate her fine hourglass figure, neckline, just low enough to tantalize, showing the barest hint of cleavage and tailored to coyly showcase the pert breasts that create it. A, black, knee length skirt contrasting with her smooth, pale, un-stockinged legs and a pair of black high heels, Minolo Blonic if he is any judge, finish off her outfit. Her hair is a loose cascade of dark curls, barely held in check by a teal trademark headband. Her anger and heat contrasts with her perfect appearance and is out of character for her and exciting to him. He feels himself start to stir in his pajama pants. He flopped down the sofa. "Did dear old Nathaniel not quite live up to expectations?" he hazarded, crossing his legs to hide the growing bulge and laying his arms across the back of the sofa in a show of non-chalance although he is dying to hear her answer.

"That's none of your business." She snapped. "Oh dear, was it that bad?" he needled. "It was fine." She answered in a huff, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Fine... Wines are fine, Blair, not sex." He told her. "This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here." She stated so softly he thought it was more to herself than for his benefit. "So why did you? And, by the way, a customary greeting is hello or good morning not a slap." He enquired. "It's all your fault. I want you to fix it." She blurted, perching on the edge of the recliner across from him. "What have you done to me?" She asked again. He sneered at her even as his eyes slid over her body, flashes of how she looks, feels, smells, tastes without all that material covering race through his mind even as concern twists his gut at her agitation. He wanted to throw her question back in her teeth.

"Maybe, just maybe I've shown you that there is a dark, hidden unexplored labyrinth in your quaint, perfect ivory tower and that you enjoy what I've shown you. How, not everything exists in that pretty little head of yours and that when things don't go to your inflexible plan, it is not always a bad thing. How, sometimes... sometimes what you want, who you want is not up to you. That, there are something's, that are inexplicable and just simply not possible to will away no matter how hard one tries." He answered more completely and with more heat than he intended, leaning forward, all pretenses of being casual discarded. He has put so much more thought into this than she will ever suspect. It is one of the reasons he is up at this relatively early hour on a Sunday morning even after a night of heavy drinking. It's why he has been taking pills to get some semblance of restful sleep. "No... that can't... Why can't... Why doesn't... How? Oh God!" she nearly wailed in denial, her cold mask finally shattering as she buried her face in her hands.

His heart leaped in his chest at the sight of her distress. It even stopped his libido and he was at her side before he made the conscious decision to move. "Blair... I'm... We're just no good for each other. I'm no good for you." He admitted taking her hands. She raises her head and her eyes hold unshed tears. "No. No. No. Please don't cry. It's just not worth it." He pleads, confused that the realizations he so wanted her to have are not as satisfying as he had imagined. The fact that the idea of them is so distressing to her, hurt more than he would have thought, but his concern overrode his own feeling. Her lip starts to tremble and then stops. Her eyes narrowed for a moment and then she straightened. He watches her control return, watches her damp down the fire of her emotions. This close to her, he can smell the faint scent of vanilla and caramel he now associates with her and the back of his limousine. "I'll get you some water." He said, letting go of her hands and rising quickly as his dick twitches, stiffening.

"Make it a scotch." She tells him, sitting back in the recliner. "You don't drink scotch, Blair." He noted with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Don't tell me what I do or don't do." She retorted with a glare and then a frown at her turn of phrase. "Just get me the drink, Chuck." She commanded with an exasperated sigh. "Suite yourself, but don't come crying to me when you're done throwing up and your brain is trying to pound its way out of your skull." He warned, turning away to get the drink and one for himself as well as hide the smile that spreads over his face as he remembered her belting down the better part of a fifth of scotch he'd been drinking when she'd arrived. She was just absolutely phenomenal. "You would know." She sniped, but he let it go.

Chuck added extra ice and just a splash of water to her scotch to dilute and mellow it a little before he fixes his own, hiding what he does with his body. He catches her eye as he turns and starts towards her and is a little startled by the speculative, shrewd calculating look she gives him and he has the distinct feeling she'd been looking at him like that since he'd turned away from her. He handed the drink to her and settled on the sofa across from her again. She leaned forward, cradling the tumbler in small hands, slender finger rocking the glass, making the ice chime musically against the heavy crystal.

Her eyes continue to burrow into him and he crosses his legs and adjusts the belt of his robe, just for something to do as the silence between them stretches. "What?" he finally breaks and she tilts her head, her brow furrowing before she raised the tumbler to her lips. He expects her to sip, but she takes a generous swallow and he sees her eyes narrow as the taste of the strong alcohol hits her palate. He fights the urge to grab her shoulders and shake her by them by taking a drink himself. The way she is looking at him is unnerving, too familiar.

"What are we going to do about this, Bass?" she asks sitting up again and then leaning forward. His eyes flick down to the added cleavage her new position revealed and then back up to her porcelain, pixie face where large, chocolate eyes continuing to ask the question after the words have faded. His heart gave one answer, his mind another and his dick a third, but he voices none of them. "I don't know." He finally answered honestly, not quite able to keep his eyes from sliding up her shapely legs or darting into the shadow of her cleavage. "I need to get you out of my system, Chuck. You're like alcohol or drugs, you fuck up my judgment." She informed him. Hearing Blair swear so blatantly is a shock, watching her drain the rest of her scotch in a long swallow is ironic and he doesn't respond, getting the impression she isn't done talking.

"The problem is... I've tried it cold turkey and it isn't working." She stated, getting up and with exaggerated care placing the tumbler on the coffee table between them. He raised an eyebrow in question as she slowly came around the table to stand over him. "So what do you propose, Blair?" he enquired, tilting his head, his dick lurching in his pajama pants as it came to its own conclusions. He doesn't make any attempt to hide his now rampant erection and the bulge it presents and he follows her gaze to it. The answer is simple and at the same time, he knows it isn't an answer at all.

He should be the responsible one here, use his god given talent for sarcasm and vindictiveness to drive her off. He has seen this look on her face before, in the back of his limousine and in the shower, proud, yet vulnerable; excited, but anxious; strong, but scared and exquisitely beautiful. He should be the responsible one, but god help him, he wants her, more than just her body, but that will do too as anything more seems unfathomable to her. "Just once more?" He whispers instead, his tone swinging between question and statement and started to rise from the sofa.

Blair's manicured hand stops him before he is all the way to his feet and catching him unbalanced, her slight shove sends him sprawling back onto the sofa. He had half expected her to balk. She had succumbed twice before, possibly the third time was the charm. Maybe he had, yet again underestimated her. Maybe this was her way of testing herself. She said he was like a drug, but he wasn't her drug of choice. He waits for the pithy comeback, braces for the devastating laugh of triumph, but it doesn't come. Her face changes, no less beautiful, but he has seen this face too; on the stage at Victrola. It had thrilled him then, as it does now, but it also sends a little twitter of unease through him because this is the Blair that has been haunting his dreams and waking hours alike.

"Just once more." She confirmed softly, almost as if to reassure herself more than affirm his suggestion and he nodded slowly. "This is for me, Bass. Not for you. Understand?" she stipulated in a voice that is meant to be cool and controlled, but comes off slightly strained and tense, as if it is directed at her as well as him. He nodded again, quite happy to give her whatever terms she desired as long as he could have her, to feel her against him, around him, to see the splendor of her in the throws of passion. She unbuckled her belt and let it fall and it hit the coffee table with a thunk before finding its way to the floor. Her eyes hold his as he undoes the belt of his robe and then shrugs it off, leaving him naked from the waist up.

Chuck watched with fascination as Blair hiked up her skirt and with a little effort, slid her panties down her thighs and he let his eyes follow the lilac lace under garment down her shapely legs to the floor where she steps out of them. "Take it out." She commanded. "Not quite yet, Princess." He informed her as he sat up and ran his hand up her thighs and under her skirt so that they were the ones keeping it hiked up over her hips. "Don't call me that." She reprimanded, but he hardly took any notice as he leaned forward, burying his nose in the neatly trimmed triangle of her pubes and inhaled heavily.

The scent of her arousal was better than most expensive, most exotic perfume and he savored it for a moment before lowering his head and pressing his lips to her sex. He ran his tongue through her folds, finding them swollen, open and wet. He collected her sweet nectar, swallowing it down like a man dying in the desert would life giving water. He explores her before running up her length to nurse lightly on the exposed pearl of her clit. He feels her knees buckle slightly and her hands grasp his shoulders for balance as she pressed against his mouth. He works at her clit with earnest effort, rolling and flicking it with his swirling tongue and sucking and squeezing it with his lips. She made little moans and gasps in response and they fall on his ears like the greatest of symphonies.

He ventures back to her folds, taking a moment or two to delve as deeply into her as he can, feeling her sex flex and contract. Chuck feels a tremor run through Blair and into him and he grasped her smooth, firm thighs tighter, kneading them. "No... No... No... "She protested breathlessly when he latched onto her clit again, nipping and dragging his teeth along the hood behind it before suckling at it. Her fingers drag through his hair, her nail biting into his scalp, but at the same time she cupped his head and pressed him more firmly to her now bucking pelvis. Her tremor became a hard wave of shudders and she only partially stifled her cry as she climaxed. He had to fight her hands as he relinquished her clit to lap up the flood of her delicious cream. He revels in her liquid heat, collecting every drop of her essence he can find.

He lifted his head and guided her forward onto his lap as he shifted back onto the sofa. She follows him without protest. Her knees sliding along the leather on either side of his legs as she straddles them. Chuck watched as she swallowed. Her hair band had come off at some point, he doesn't know when and her dark curls were cascading loosely around her face. He could feel her heat radiating against his own through the think silk of his pajama pants as she settles on him. He slid his hands from her thighs to cup the tight globes of her buttocks as she rubs against him. Her eyes are heavy lidded with pleasure and lust, her full lips glistening wetly, invitingly.

She pulled back when he leaned forward to capture them, her arms straightening with her hands on his shoulders holding him at bay as he tried again. He played her game, their heads shifting and their lips getting ever closer, but not quite touching as she teased and restrained him. He saw her nostrils flare, as she smelled herself on him. He can feel her moisture seeping into his pajama pants as she ground herself against his bulge. He loved the look in her eye, challenging, provocative, hungry and curious, but still a little uncertain. His dick throbbed constantly, hot and almost achingly hard. The time for games was rapidly coming to an end. He let go of her ass and ran his hand up her back to bury his fingers in her luxurious wealth of dark hair.

Blair resisted, playing her game until the end, but this time he would not be denied. His lips locked with hers and he twisted her head, forcing her lips apart with hungry intensity to have his tongue duel and then wrestle with hers. Scotch and strawberries made a strange, but not unpleasant flavor. Her eyes widened when she tasted herself on his lips and then flutter closed as he deepened the kiss, wrapping his other arm around her and pulling her hard against him, the firm pillows of her breasts flattening warmly against his chest. "She's wearing too many fucking clothes!" He thinks vehemently. She is returning his kiss and they share a hungry give and take and as much as he doesn't want to, he leans forward, maintaining their kiss, but creating some separation between them so that he can slip a hand between them and start to blindly undo the buttons of her blouse.

Despite his wealth of experience, it is harder then he would have thought as his focus wanders with the distraction of her sweet lips and hot sex sliding along his. His impatience and frustration start to get the better of him and with only her top button undone for all his effort, he started to entertain the idea of simply ripping the garment off her. Chuck doesn't know if she guessed his intensions or if she was as frustrated as he was with her state of dress, but she broke their kiss and releasing her hold on his head, brushed his hands away and unbuttoned her blouse with deft, practiced movements, dragging it out of her skirt and rapidly stripping it off to fall to the floor behind her, revealing her sculpted porcelain skin and the smooth, curved tops of her breasts where they are encased in lilac, scallop-edged lace.

Chuck buried his face in the shadowed valley of her cleavage, inhaling deeply, of her vanilla scent skin before letting his tongue dart out to taste it. Her fingers are warm on the nape of his neck as his fingers find the clasp of her bra and they are the ones that are now deft and practiced as he negotiates it on the first attempt. He lifted his head, and planted a kiss on each of her shoulders as he slides the shoulder straps off their smooth curves and the brassier fell down between them where he sweeps it away. She lets out a drawn out moan as he circles the swollen bud of her left nipple with his tongue before sucking it and some of her tit flesh into his mouth. He can just detect the slight difference in texture, between the smooth, pale skin of her breast and the marginally rough feel of her dusky areola as he swirled his tongue across it before flicking and rolling the turgid tip with it.

Blair moaned again, louder and rolling her shoulder pressed her breast harder into his suckling mouth. "Damn you, Chuck! Damn you and your smart mouth." She groaned as he shifted to her other breast, making him smile around his mouthful of her succulent flesh while his cupped the warm flesh his mouth had just abandoned. Her fingers slide into his hair and then turn vicious, tangling and twisting it savagely as she roughly pulled his head back. He grunted, but locked his lips on her nipple, stretching it as she pulled him away, only letting go when she hisses in pain. "Turn around is fair play." He noted in his head as he licked his lips. "Take it out now!" she commanded, the uncertainty gone from her eyes, replaced by pure, animal desire, rising up onto her knees, her hand tugging at his hair painfully for emphasis. "God she looked better in lust than in couture." He observed as he did as she bid and freed his throbbing erection.

Chuck groaned in relief as the pressure came off his cock and it sprang to nearly vibrating attention, bobbing as if straining to reach the sweet furnace of her sex now hovering above it. He dragged in a heavy breath through his nose as her slender fingers wrapped around his shaft and slowly slid down its length in a satin smooth caress. She grasped his base and held him in place as she guided herself over him, rocking her hips slightly as he slid through her folds, heat and moisture inundating his dickhead as she wedged him into her entrance. He felt her tremble and slid his hands onto her waist to give her some support as her eyes met and held his.

Blair seemed frozen in that moment, her breasts rising slowly and steadily with her breath, her hand still on his shaft and on the back of his neck, her eyes quite, pools of chocolate reflecting his own. Her tongue peeked out and then slid back to be replaced by a flash of her straight white teeth scraping over the top of her lower lip. "Let it happen, Blair. Stop tormenting yourself. Just this one more time." He advised quietly, almost getting himself to believe the lie. The moth never meant to fly into the flame. He felt the tension seep from her as she sighed, a long, soft sound expelled on a warm breath that heats his lips. It is followed by a soft gasp as she lets her weight drop and with his gentle guidance, slowly settled down on his shaft.

It takes a lot of will not to thrust up into her inviting heat and pressure, as it slowly surrounds his erection. Her sex is a delectable, clutching caress, tight and resisting and slick and slippery at the same time. Her entire lower lip disappears behind her teeth as she lets her eyes flutter closed and her head loll back. She looks utterly gorgeous and his nuts pulse in response to the visual stimulation. He closed his eyes and buried his face between her breasts, grinding his teeth as he fought for control while she finally settled on his lap.

Her sex was a flexing, squeezing sauna and his dick throbbed in answer to its pulsing caress as she slowly rocked her hips slowly back and forth, adapting to his invasion. "You feel so good." He breathed into her skin before capturing and sucking at one of her nipples as she slowly started to rise and fall, riding him with incrementally lengthening strokes. Her hands scrabbled at his neck and shoulders, her nails scraping along the skin, not quite breaking skin, but coming close. He ran up her smooth back, feeling her muscles shift under the silk of her skin.

Blair started to ride him harder, lifting herself up and then plunging down on him and he responds by thrusting up into her. He hooked his hands over her shoulders to pull her onto him, adding even more force to the delightful collision of their bodies. She moaned and he groaned as they writhe and ground together before continuing their wild ride. Too soon, far too soon he found himself teetering on the edge, the tension in his balls and belly a wild beast baying for release and clawing at his will for escape, forcing him to abandon the delicious meal of her breast to grit his teeth and clench his jaw.

She lets out little cries, which were slowly growing in volume each time their bodies met. She started to pant and he could feel her quiver around him. He needed to hold on just a little longer, just a little longer. She dropped her head forward, resting it on his shoulder, her hands clutching at his back, as her strokes grew shorter and faster, more grind and less pump. Her hair tickled his neck and her breath was hot on his skin. "No... Why? Why?" she whined in a ragged voice. He can only guess what she is denying or what answers she sought, but her words faded to a sort of whimper. She gasped and then he grunted as sharp teeth bit into his shoulder.

Her lips vibrated against his skin as she stifled her cry of release as her sex locked down on his, a velvet vice with a delightful death grip. Her taut belly shudders against his and her nails finally drew blood, ten fiery trails down his back. He felt no shame at his release and he doesn't stifle the roar that bubbled up out of his chest as he threw his head back and his hips jerked with the force of his ejaculation. He used what little presence of mind to remove his hands from her as they clench, not wanting to mark her flawless skin and the leather of the edges of the sofa pillow creaked under the intensity of his grip. Electric pleasure snaked up his spine, tensing his body and making his nerves sing with joy and his heart race with ecstasy. The sensations renew each time his seed spurts from him to join the liquid heat flooding from her.

Her sex rippled around him, tensing and relaxing, milking his essence from him and he gratefully gave it to her. They stayed like that in rapture for how long he couldn't really tell, but she finally relaxed against him, her sex fluttering around his as it started to shrink, drained. He drew his arm around her, lightly holding her to him. She lifted her head and raked some stray curls back out of her face. He captured one that she missed and gently tucked it behind her ear. She shied away from his touch. "Don't." she told him softly and he can already see the rationalizations racing through her mind even before he slips completely out of her as she rose off the sofa.

Blair collected her clothes in silence while he simple sat on the sofa. "Have some decency. Put that away." She nearly spat at him as she put on her brassier and started to button up her blouse. "If it really bothers you that much." Chuck commented with a taunting tone and tucked himself back into his pajama pants, finding the material damp with their juices. "What's the rush?" he asked a she hurriedly stepped into her panties and pulled them up, wriggling slightly to get the undergarment in place. She simply threw him a withering glance as she tucked in her blouse, straightened it and then reached for her belt, which she had placed on the coffee table. He caught the other end and she tugged at it. "Let it go, Chuck." She admonished him and her tone told him she wasn't just talking about the belt. "I don't think I can." He admitted even as he let the belt slide from his fingers when she tugged again.

"You have to." She informed him as she cinched the belt in place. "Why?" he asked, sitting up. "You just have to. We just have to." She stated and without any further explanation started walking away. "Not good enough, Princess. You'll be back. Between the two of us it will always just be once more." He called after her and a moment later his suite door slammed shut.

THE END