Three Little Words

TITLE: Three Little Words

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Blair / Chuck

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 2 - A couple.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: SPOILERS SEASON 2. Chuck knew what Blair wanted him to say, but would she be open to compromise.

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 watched Blair from the bar at Butter as her entourage of minions buzzed around her. He took a sip from his scotch, and swirled the ice cubes around the tumbler, making then clink musically against the sides. He watched the silly girls flitting around their queen and let out a slow even breath. He’d banged all of them at one time or another, more out of boredom than anything else. All of them except Nelly Yuki, he did have standards after all. He wasn’t sure why he’d come here tonight. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. He knew why, he just didn’t want to admit it. He knew she’d be here, as well as, that Little Lord Fontleroy had fled town along with his bitch of a stepmother without fan fare or explanation. There was an opportunity here.

He took out his phone and sent a text and then another, much shorter one. He glanced over at her table and waited until she checked her phone before tossing some cash on the bar and walking out. Arthur and his limousine were waiting at the curb when he exited. He slid into the back and waited, watching the silhouette of his driver as it darkened the window. “Would she accept his invitation?” he wondered as the minutes ticked by and then Arthur was opening the door. Chuck slid across the seat away from the door to give her room, but she still chose to sit on the opposite seat, as far away from him as possible. He fleetingly mused if her memories of what they had done in this vehicle before matched his. They hadn’t really talked about it. “What is this about, Bass? What do you want?” She asked with barely veiled contempt. “To have a civil conversation would be nice.” He responded calmly, crossing his legs and resting his hand on his knee.

He watched as her eyebrow arched exquisitely as she smoothed her dress over her knee. “I’m waiting.” She noted with an air of impatience. Chuck kept his sigh internal as he kept a small, neutral smile on his face. “Great! She was in complete Queen Bitch mode.” He thought as he considered simply cutting bait and running. “Truce, Blair. Can we just talk?” He enquired, letting resignation and the weariness he felt color his tone. She’d been constantly on his mind since the night of the blackout, a mixture of regret, hope and frustration. He had come to some conclusions and he didn’t exactly like them. No person should hold that much sway over him, but here he was. Blair looked at him speculatively. “Take me home, Chuck. We can talk there.” She relented after a moment and he inclined his head in acceptance before telling Arthur their destination via the intercom.

He knew that small talk or chit chat just wouldn’t cut it between them, so they made the journey in a pregnant silence, each catching the other sneaking glances only to snap their attention back to the Upper Eastside whizzing past their respective windows. He wished she’d sat closer. He couldn’t quite smell her fragrance. She didn’t wait for him when they pulled up to her building and Arthur opened the door for her and he was forced to hurriedly exit the limo to trail after her. The elevator ride up to her family’s apartment was more of the same and he found himself self-consciously looking down at his feet and actually polishing his wingtip on the backs of his trouser leg. He hadn’t done that since Grade school. He was really starting to believe that this was a mistake, but he’d already come this far, so he followed her out of the elevator when it came to a halt. He wished he’d had more to drink at the restaurant. She walked into her living room without looking back and sat on the exact centre of the sofa leaving him only with the option of doing the same on the one on the opposite side of the coffee table. “So… talk.” She instructed coolly.

Blair sat with her back ramrod stiff, her chin haughtily lifted, her usually full, soft lips drawn to a thin line of displeasure and he noted her steady, measured breathing. It was too steady, too measured and he mentally narrowed his eyes. “Maybe she isn’t as unaffected as she seems.” He thought and felt his confidence return. He might not get what he wanted, Blair was one of the most stubborn women he had ever met, but he would make the attempt. He rose quickly and before she could say anything, rounded the coffee table and settled next to her. His leg pressed against hers for a moment and then she gave him an exasperated look and shifted away. He followed, staying close, but not making contact this time. “Could you at least look at me?” he enquired as she continued to stare rigidly forward. He saw her breasts rise in the modest bodice of her Versace dress and then she exhaled with an annoyed sigh before granting his request. This close to her, her delectable scent assaulted and tantalized his nose.

Chuck swallowed and lightly licked his lips to wet them both. “Blair… You want me to say something, that… that I’ve never said… that I… I don’t know if I can say. There’s this thing between us, you and me. You know it and I know it. The night of the blackout proved that. You asked me to say three little words, well… Here they are: I… Want… You.” He told her watching as she unconsciously leaned forward with anticipation while he had paused. “Those aren’t the words I was looking for, Chuck.” She coolly informed him, her head titling slightly, the tips of her teeth pressing into her full lower lip, and her eyes holding his. He could see disappointment tinge the displeasure in their dark brown depths. “I know, Blair, but it is the best I can do right now and… And, it is the absolute truth.” He tried to explain. “Get out. Just, go.” She told him wearily, her shoulders sagging, her lids lowering as she started to turn away from him.

It wasn’t, so much, a conscious decision on his part, he just acted. He reached for her, one hand curving behind her neck and the other cupped her cheek as he turned and pulled her lips to his. Her eyes went wide and her hands battered and then pushed at his shoulder. He kissed her hard and hungrily, putting every ounce of passion he had into it, holding her close despite her struggles and then as suddenly let her go. Her chest heaved in indignation with anger flashing in the depths of her dark chocolate eyes and he braced for the slap as he saw her hand start to rise, but he wasn’t sorry he had done what he had. He could still taste her on his lips. The slap never came. Her hand grasped his collar and then she was the one doing the kissing.

Chuck overcame his surprise and returned the kiss, urging her to open her mouth and accept his probing tongue. She all but climbed into his lap, pressing her body against his as they sucked and nipped at each other’s lips while their tongues wrestled and fenced. Her soft, lustrous hair slid through his fingers as he massaged her scalp and the skin between her shoulder blades and down her spine was warm and smooth as he caressed it, glad that the dress had a low back. It wasn’t his intension, but he was hard as stone and there was no way she couldn’t feel it as her weight rested completely on top of him. Her eyes were bright as she lifted her head, licking her lips. Her breath tickled his cheek. “I hate you, Chuck… Why do you have to be right? Why?” she asked in a low, shaky, bitter and pained voice, her hands tightening his collar around his throat as she twisted her hands.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized sincerely, not knowing what else to say. “I bet you are.” She growled pressing down on his throbbing erection making him groan heavily. “I’ll… I’ll go… I’m… I’m sorry… I… I really am. I didn’t mean… Mean to hurt you.” He stammered and grasping her waist trying to lift her off him. He had known that his feelings for her were strong, but he didn’t know they would be able to turn on him like this. She didn’t let go of his collar and he only succeeded in bringing them both upright. “But, I don’t want you to go.” She whispered and he wasn’t sure of she was talking to him or telling herself. She looked at him steadily and he watched her full lower lip slide between her straight white teeth as she worried at it. “Take me upstairs, Chuck.” She instructed him her voice remaining low, yet having gained a cool, steady certainty.

Chuck swallowed hard to wet his suddenly dry mouth and throat. He was in unfamiliar territory as his desire fought with his feeling. Hell, having feeling was unfamiliar territory enough. “Blair, we have to talk. We can’t just…” he tried to reason with her. “Now, you’re wrong. We can and we will. This part… This part we’re good at. This part is easy and fun and we connect. The rest… Well, I don’t know. You can’t say you love me, but I think you do and us talking about it right now isn’t going to change that fact. So, Chuck, take me upstairs, take me to bed. You want me and… And I want you. That’s the deal, isn’t it? That is what you want me to settle for, isn’t it?” she demanded passionately, her query bordering on accusation. He was taken aback by the intensity and voracity of her demand, but he couldn’t argue with her anymore. The term: “Be careful what you wish for.”, had never been more clearly demonstrated for him than in that moment. He should argue, try to explain that he also wanted “The other stuff” to use her own phrase, but the words stuck in his throat, the admission too stunning. It might be the responsible thing to do, but she was also right.

He wouldn’t admit it under pain of torture, but he missed the feel of her skin against his; that the erotic, articulate sounds she made in the throes of passion and the vision of her tensed in and wide-eyed in climax had been haunting his dreams. “I… I don’t want you to settle, Blair… Ever.” He told her, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped her cheeks and pulled her lips gently to his. Her eyes stayed fixed with his as he kissed her slowly, gently. Her hands let go of his collar and her arms curled around his neck as he deepened the kiss, but kept it tender and intimate. She sighed into his mouth. “We could just keep doing this.” He heard himself say even though he wanted nothing more than to take her up to her bedroom and ravish her. Blair pressed her manicured nail lightly to the tip of his nose with a smile curving her swollen lips and an amused little snort. “I think you almost mean that.” She noted. “But, I think I’ll take you upstairs anyway.” She continued and slipped off his lap. He mentally shook his head.

She ran her hand down from his neck, to his chest before shifting it lower and then lightly stroking the length of his erection as it bulged the front of his trousers. He drew in a heavy breath and got to his feet without resisting as she took his hand and led him away from the sofa. At, the foot of the stairs, she turned and he walked into her arms to accept the hungry kiss she offered. She spun them as they kissed and his heel caught on the bottom step. He started to stumble, her weight over balanced him and without a hope of recovery, he barely managed to clutch at the banister to slow his fall. He winced as the sharp edge of a stair bit into his shoulder as Blair settled on top of him. She laughed and then kissed him again, hungry and insistent.

“Maybe we don’t have to go up stairs after all.” She whispered into his ear as she ground down against his throbbing erection. Chuck licked his swollen lips. This wasn’t exactly going to plan. Blair was different, he had only seen glimpses of this aggressive, vivacious Blair and now he seemed to have awakened her in a way he had not expected. It was as much frightening as it was exciting and exhilarating to see this side of her blossom. She shifted back far enough to undo his belt and trousers. The edge of the step bit into his shoulders, but that wasn’t what made him groan, it was her nimble hand undoing his pants and wrapping around his freed erection. She stroked him a couple of times, her fist skimming him from base to tip before drawing him out of his boxers and the fly of his pants. The air felt cool on his manhood as her hand released it.

Blair licked her lips and then rose up higher on her knees. Her dress had ridden up along her creamy thighs and he watched as she grabbed the hem and in a deft move pulled the garment off over her head. She tossed it aside. “Don’t move.” She instructed and with lithe grace stood up. standing over him in her bra and panties, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright with need as she looked down at him. He disobeyed her, unable to resist the scent that tantalized his nose and sat up. Her hand on his shoulder was to late to stop him and he reached for her hips and the waistband of her panties. With, the stairs underneath him, his face was perfectly position in front of her crotch and her pressed his nose against the lace that covered it, feeling heat radiate from her and inhaled deeply to drink in the sweet, spicy, exotic scent of her arousal.

Her fingers wound into his hair and then tightened to pull his head back and tilt his face upward. Her dark eyes flashed with heat and challenge and her chest heaved with deep, measured breaths as locking his with hers he slowly peeled down her panties. The gusset clung stubbornly, damply to her folds for a moment or two and then he let the undergarment slither down her thighs, over her knees and drop to the floor. Her hands relaxed and unwound from his hair to cradle his head as he lowered it and his lips and tongue found the dewy petals of her slit. She let out a breathy moan and then a little gasp as he explored her folds and then swiped his tongue across her swollen, exposed clit. Chuck groaned as he felt a slight tremor run through her and he hungrily lapped up and swallow the fresh flood of cream the rushed from her. He snaked his tongue into her, in search of the source of her wondrous nectar and her hips bucked to press harder against his lips.

He feasted on her, lapping, licking, sucking and even lightly nipping at her intimate flesh while he tried to slake his unquenchable thirst for her delicious essence. Her fingernails raked the skin of his scalp as she rocked her hips against his mouth with heavy, mewling moans of delight. He lost himself in her taste and scent, the feel of her skin under his hands as he caressed and massaged her taut, rounded buttocks. So, he was shocked when she painfully yanked his mouth off her by a fistful of his hair. He was further stunned when she shoved him back onto the step with far more strength than he would have credited her with. Perspiration glistened on her forehead and her breasts heaved delightfully in the cups of the last piece of clothing she still had on.

Her head titled slightly as she looked down at him. “You were right. This want thing works for us, for now.” She admitted breathily with both promise and warning before she knelt over him. He reached for the lush curves of her hips as she grasped the base of his cock to steady and guide it. He felt her inviting heat a moment before the moist, slippery silk of her folds enveloped him. She shifted her hips, gliding him through the dewy petals and with a trickle of sound from her throat, wedged him firmly at her entrance. They stayed poised like that for a moment, his dick throbbing in the warmth that radiated from her and his ass twitched as he felt some of her cream trickle ever so slowly down his length.

One moment he was hardly supporting any of her weight and the next, all of it. He held her in place for a moment more, feeling her tremble slightly under his hands and then he relaxed his grip. Her breath hitched and his hissed out from between suddenly gritted teeth as his jaw clenched with the effort of maintaining control of his roiling balls when, with a surge of pleasure her snug, hot sex enveloped and then slowly slid down his length. His fingers tightened against her skin when she circled her hips to corkscrew herself onto him and cement their connection while his hips bucked up to do the same. They ground together. “Blair…” he started, not quite knowing what he intended to say, but she cut him off and made the point moot by crushing her lips to his. The kiss was hungry, almost violent and she kept it that way until they were both breathing hard.

“Ssssssh.” She shushed him with a slow shake of he head after lifting her head, her teeth stretching his lower lip before she let it go. Blair’s fingers gathered handfuls of his shirt as she lifted herself up and then let herself slide down once more. Her head dropped forward as she started to ride him, levering herself up and grinding down with rolling hips. Her dark hair tumbled forward to conceal her face and tickle his while his hand found the smooth rounded curves of her ass. Her heavy breaths made stray locks of her hair puff out as with a gasp or two she started to move faster. The edge of the stair behind him bit into his shoulder as her balled fists pressed into his chest with her shifting weight behind it. The greased, velvet vice of her sex flexed and slid around him with heat, pressure and friction that soon had his balls tight with a twisting tension in his groin fueled by constant pulses of pleasure.

Chuck managed to get his feet under him and although it made the steps under him cut into his back even more he started to pump up into her. She tossed her hair back to show her eyes were wide and wild, her face flushed, lips glistening and her straight, white teeth bared. Her breasts shook and quivered in the confines of her brassier and she started to pant as her pace grew frenzied and he strained to match her. His heart pounded in his chest and his clothes felt hot and itchy as it chafed against his sweaty skin. His breath burned in his lungs as sparks of delight coursed up his spine and along every nerve. His jaw clenched as did his ass in response to the fight to hold back the growing need for release.

She felt wonderful and looked amazing. She was always beautiful, but now there was a hyper-sultry, extra-sexy edge to it that he had just barely glimpsed before. He had told her about want and it had brought the truly wanton side of her to the surface. She voiced her delight and enjoyment without words, the sounds of passion floating down to him. He battled to keep up with her, but knew, no matter how hard it was, he could not fail, would not fail to last as long as she needed. He had made this about want and he was obliged to ensure that her want was met. Their bodies met again and again, her hair dancing about her face with the motion. He tried to rise, to get his lips to hers or the tantalizing valley of her cleavage, but her hand at his chest drove him back and stars momentarily danced before his eyes as he hit his head. He growled and she laughed.

Chuck grabbed her ass and thrust harder, changing her laughter to soft, delighted cries. Their bodies met once, twice and thrice more before the timber of her cry changed and he felt her quiver. Blair flooded around him, a rush of liquid heat as her sex squeezed around him, twisting as it locked around him. She trembled as her body tensed into a taut bow and she threw her head back in a short sharp scream of release. She was daemon and goddess all bound into one and he relished the vision before he succumbed. His cock swelled against the tight embrace of her climaxing channel and then pulsed as he emptied himself into her in heavy spurts. Each spurt produced an eruption of ecstasy, a pulsing wave of energy that shot electric sparks of pleasure along his nerves and made him twitch as his muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession. Fire washed across his skin, the feel of his clothes rough and nearly unbearable.

Her sex rippled around him, milking him and his head pressed back against the unyielding step under it with a grimace as pleasure mixed with pain at the intensity of his orgasm. Her hand flexed around the handfuls of his shirt and then she let go and her hands slid forward as she collapsed on top of him with a groan. She shivered against him, her sex pulsing around him in a series of twitching squeezes as she shifted slowly against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her cheek and the lace-covered, flattened pillows of her breasts warm against the skin of his chest and her hair tickling his chin. His chest heaved against her warm, comfortable weight as they rested, calm and sated while their breathing slowly returned to normal.

He groaned as she shifted around him when she used her hands on the step to lever herself upright once more. She looked down at him and licked her lips and he unconsciously mimicked the action. They both groaned as she squirmed on his shrinking manhood, before slowly rising to her feet. He felt a whine reverberate and tickle his throat as the friction of leaving her sent shockwaves across his already overloaded nerves. She deliberately, gracefully stepped over him and he could see a flash of her red, swollen sex and the mixture of his essence and hers that glistened wetly upon it. “Blair?” he queried, not knowing what her unspeaking departure meant.

“Come up stairs and we’ll discuss want some more.” Her words floated down to him before she padded up the stairs and away from him. Chuck lay still, listening to her footsteps dwindle as she climbed the stairs. He winced as he sat up when the scrapes from the edges of the stairs stung as his shirt shifted across them. He looked up and just caught a glimpse of her as she disappeared into her bedroom. He winced again and grunted as he got to his feet, a hand resting on the handrail. He paused for a moment to tuck himself away, his fingers coming away wet from their mingled juices. He looked up at where she had disappeared from view and marveled at what a difference three little words could make before climbing the stairs two at a time.

THE END