A/N: Yay!!! An update!!! I apologize for taking awhile, but IN MY DEFENSE, I am updating, one день short of a week, SO! That is good, right? Lol. XD Ah well…hope Ты Любовь the update! ;D
*Some sexual content near the end, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!!!
Ch.9—Fear of Acceptance
Their intertwined naked bodies lay twisted amongst the постель, кровати sheets, as Chuck tenderly twisted the hair of a sleeping Blair around his fingers. He smiled at her content facial expression, and the way that their breathing seemed to be the only sound for miles around. She moaned slightly in her sleep, but never stirred. He kissed her forehead softly and snuggled closer to her.
“I Любовь you, Blair.”
Her face turned to колыбель deeper in the crook of his neck. A quiet moan escaped her lips, causing a gasp to come from Chuck. He was still so amazed at the little things about Blair he had so desperately lived without all summer, and of his own choosing too. He had never felt so guilty, and almost drowned in self pity in that very moment.
“Chuck,” she yawned, opening her eyes, and reaching her hand up to touch his face, making sure he was still there.
He smiled, and the self-pity was gone. She looked so beautiful when she was looking at him with all that Любовь in her eyes.
“You’re still here,” her ruby lips curved up in a grin that grew wider by the second.
He continued playing with her hair, as she traced the jaw line on his face. Her eyes fluttered close as he planted little бабочка kisses down her nose and along the side of her face. “Of course I’m still here,” he whispered.
A tear flew down her face. “I’m sorry,” she breathed.
His eyebrows furrowed, as he caught the tear from drifitng down her face any further. “For what?”
She exhaled, opening her eyes to look at him again. “I’ve been pushing Ты away,” she paused, contemplating what to say next. “I shouldn’t have.”
He pursed his lips together, and brought her closer to him, drawing tiny circles on the small of her back with his fingers. She cried into him, feeling the need to cry, feeling the rush of emotions she felt with him. She wanted him. She loved him. She didn’t want Marcus, never really had. “I understand,” was all he said.
She pulled back to look at him. He looked into her wandering eyes as her mouth hung open, thinking about what words she should say, if she should be saying anything anymore. She looked to his lips and struggled to bring herself closer to them. He leaned his head in though, as if on cue, and they shared in a slowly soft, but passionate kiss.
“You think they’re going to come down anytime soon?” Nate asked, a zoning Serena on the staircase.
She yawned. “I wouldn’t count on it. They’ve been up there awhile, and I don’t think those cries of ecstasy were our imagination.”
Nate cracked a grin. “Yeah,” he shook his head. “God, who wuold’ve seen it coming?”
Serena looked at him.
“Chuck and Blair?” He should his head. “I certainly never did.”
She nodded blissfully. “I was pretty much appauled the first time she admitted to sleeping with him,” she chuckled.
“Which was when?” he asked.
“Oh Ты know, in preparation for Thanksgiving last year.”
“Ah,” he mused, “yeah, that wasn’t a happy день for me.”
She reached вперед and grasped his shoulder tenderly. “I’m sorry, Nate,” she said, looking at him sympathetically.
He looked to her hand on his shoulder and smiled. There was no awkwardness this time, because this time they were just friends, and he wasn’t seeing her behind Blair’s back.
“Something else on your mind?” she asked him, taking him out and away from his thoughts.
He shrugged. “I should probably find Vanessa,” he said.
“That’ll be a little hard, since we got everyone to leave over an час ago, don’t ya think?” she smiled at him. That sparkly glint in her eye.
He laughed. “Yeah, I know…Blair and Chuck better thank us for that,” he huffed sarcastically.
“Oh, I’m sure they’ll find some way to make it up to us,” she added playfully.
The two looked at each other, and laughed. No matter what the topic was in their oh-so important conversations, it always came back to Chuck and Blair. It seemed they were the glue holding them together. Maybe, in some instances…they were.
Vanessa strolled slowly along the empty streets of Brooklynlater that night. She had contemplated going to the party, but she didn’t like Blair Waldorf, and as crazy about Nate as she was, she decided maybe it was for the best if he kept secrets from her.
She laughed out loud at her ridiculous thoughts. She should’ve taken Rufus’s Совет and gone to see him. Maybe Nate would’ve had a good reason for dismissing her AGAIN then. It was too late to think about what those reasons might have been though.
She had missed him so much over the summer. Dan hadn’t been much of a buddy, galavanting off with every girl he could get his hands on. He had become quite the womanizer, even if now he had calmed down. Vanessa should’ve known it was all in mourning over Serena. What had she done to get over Nate? Nothing. She’d sulked, tried to wash it away by being with Dan—MISSION FAILURE. Jenny was always busy with some fashion thing или other. She had been quite alone. All she could busy herself was dressing up the art gallery, или café или whatever it had become.
She pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number.
“Vanessa?” Nate asked, on the other end.
“Y-yeah, it’s me,” she blushed, just at the mention of her name coming from that dreamy voice of his.
She could hear him scrambling around, and wondered if she had interrupted him или something.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
“Yeah, everything’s fine!” he said, a little too enthusiastically.
She giggled. “So, how was the big party? Any Scandal involved?” she asked, playfully.
He paused, afraid to let her in on just how much Scandal really was involved.
“What is it?” she asked, suddenly afraid of her own question. She could hear him sigh. Could almost imagine him brushing a hand through his own hair.
“Is something wrong?” she heard a girl ask him in the background. There was a long silence then. Vanessa was jealous instantly, but reassured herself it was nothing once she realized the voice was none other than Serena фургон, ван der Woodsen.
“Nate?” Vanessa asked.
“Uh,” he couldn’t speak, “I….I have to go. I…I’ll…I have to go, I’m sorry.”
Vanessa took her phone away from her ear and just stared at it, not knowing what to think или what to do even. She just stared, and after some time, stuffed it back in her purse. She turned to her right and noticed she was at the Humphrey Loft. She smiled softly. This place always felt like home.
“I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do it, Serena,” Nate paced the foyer in the Waldorf penthouse.
She just watched him, almost terrified to speak, to advise anything. “You couldn’t do what?” she asked, after минуты of contemplating. He still hadn’t told her what had gone on in the phone call. All she knew was it was Vanessa, and Nate had been too unsure of himself to even politely finish the conversation.
He sighed and turned to her, walking across the room. “I couldn’t tell her about Catherine.”
Serena’s eyebrows furrowed. She stood up, obviously finding this information a little unsettling. “What do Ты mean ‘about Catherine’? I thought Ты ended things,” she fumed.
He gulped. “I meant to, I did.”
She looked at him, eyes still furious. “But?”
He started pacing again, but this time he had an angry Serena watching his every move, ever so furiously. It did not calm his nerves in the least.
“Nate?” she asked, stopping him mid-stride, and forcing him to face her.
He looked at her, scared to say anything, scared to do anything, just wanting to escape.
She wiped away her angry expression and replaced it with one of concern. “If Ты can’t tell me, there’s no way you’re going to be able to tell Vanessa.”
He nodded, knowing she was right. But silence still filled the room.
“If Ты want, we can go somewhere ELSE to talk about this?” she prodded. Then a smirk appeared on her face. “I mean, I don’t think Blair and Chuck will be needing us anymore.”
Nate laughed. “Yeah, they seem pretty capable.”
They both exchanged another smile, and then headed for the elevator.
The kisses grew in excitement, a огонь they had not known for so long. That one passionate Kiss had not been enough, for either of them. Blair cried out in pleasure as he entered her time and time again, her fingers digging into his back as he pushed further into her. Faster. Harder. Stronger. But it was never enough. She rose to meet him every time, and he reveled in the feel of her soft, sweaty skin against his own. She was so tight around him and it drove him mad to feel how desperately she needed him.
“Chuck…Chuck…Chuck!” she screamed, yet almost in a whisper, burying her face in his neck, biting softly on the skin of his shoulder.
He groaned as her teeth found her way up to his begging lips.
“Blai—“ he was silenced by her mouth enclosing over his, tongues dancing in their exploration of each other’s domains.
His hands groped her everywhere and she returned the favor, needing to touch every inch of him, every inch she had been unable to access all summer. This was heat, screw the sun, this would kill her.
Their moans grew louder, silence turning to screams, climax building, intensity rising, any closer and they would have been seen as one body, not two. Though perhaps they had always been.
RING! RING! RING!
The sound did not bother them, they continued, full force.
RING! RING! RING!
Blair turned to see her phone vibrating and ringing on her bedroom floor. She was aggravated, but she wasn’t going to let it get to her. Besides, turning her head away had дана Chuck full access to her neck, and she was intoxicated by his nibblings and husky breath on her skin.
RING! RING! RING!
“You have GOT to be kidding me,” she nearly yelled, glaring at the phone.
He chuckled at her ridiculous temper tantrum. “Would Ты like me to get it for you?” he nuzzled his face in her frizzled locks.
She gasped at his closeness.
He smirked at his effect. “I’ll be right back,” he said, getting up and out of her and bending to pick up the phone.
She cringed as the cold air took over her, and felt so very uncomfortable with him not inside her. “Come back,” she pleaded weakly.
He looked at her and smiled. “Always, I just--” he froze when he saw the screen on her phone.
“Chuck?” she asked, sitting up in the bed, and reaching for the sheets to cover herself.
He seemed frozen, like he couldn’t look away. But then he walked towards her and set down the phone in her outstretched hand. She took it, looking at him suspiciously before looking at the phone herself. Her eyes widened and suddenly she knew why he had been so silent.
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A/N: I tried to make this as long as I could without saying too much, and I don’t really know if this is one of my best chapters…you’ll just have to review and let me know! ;p THANKS MUCH! =D