Compromising Positions: Chuck and Blair, Caught in the Act
Compromising Positions: Chuck and Blair, Caught in the Act
(Set during the summer Pre-Season 3)
Rated NC-17 (it's smut, you've been warned)
The first time Blair and Chuck were caught, was on Bart Bass’ burled walnut desk in Chuck’s office at Bass industries.
“Mr. Bass, Miss Waldorf is here for you…can I send her in?” an assistant’s voice cracked over the intercom, pulling Chuck’s attention away from his computer screen.
“Yes, thank you Gina.” He replied, just as the large oak door to his office swung open.
Blair Waldorf was positively breathtaking. Her sun kissed curls flowed over her very sheer hot pink Cavalli blouse. The curve of her hips were held close by a white high-waisted Miu Miu skirt which left an ample amount of leg extended into her nude Jimmy Choo heels. “I hate NYU.” She announced while stalking into the room.
His smile took over his face when he beckoned her to join him at the desk. “Orientation was that bad?”
She collapsed into his lap without a second thought, and her arms encircled his neck when he planted a gentle kiss on her collarbone. “Yes of course it was that bad! And I’ve decided there’s no way I’m living in the freshman dorms.”
Chuck looked up at her in confusion, he had been under the impression that she would still be living in her Park Avenue penthouse in the fall. “I didn’t know that was even a possibility…”
She ran a soothing finger over his furrowed brow and dropped a stolen kiss on his lips. “The commute can take over an hour from my apartment to campus, it doesn’t make sense to stay on the Upper East Side,” she cuddled her body a bit closer to his before continuing. “But now that I’ve been in that glorified roach motel…” she shuddered, unable to continue.
He absently fingered one of the flowers that hung from her gold necklace. “You could always stay with me in TriBeCa,” he attempted, unsure of her reaction. His recently purchased duplex penthouse was a fifteen-minute walk from most of the NYU campus buildings but it was always so empty. He usually wound up crashing with the Van Der Woodsens under the guise of bonding time with Eric so he wouldn’t have to hear the hollow sounds of hardwood at night.
Blair smiled and held his cheeks in her palms before peppering his lips with light kisses just because she could. “Thank you,” it was not an agreement but an acknowledgement of his empathy. “I’m sorry for storming in here like that,” she stated with a heavy sigh, her arms once again around his neck. “Can we start over?”
Chuck smiled up at her as he ran his warm palm over her waist. “Hi Waldorf.”
“Hi, how’s your day been?”
“Boring, until now,” He replied cheekily.
She bit her bottom lip and pressed herself a little closer to Chuck’s groin. “What are you doing for dinner tonight?”
“You, hopefully.”
Blair put on her most seductive voice as she nuzzled his neck. “How about Il Mulino; just you, me,” she busied her lips against his pulse, knowing how much he loved it. “Eleanor and Cyrus,” she whispered half hoping he wouldn’t hear. She looked back at him, indifference growing in his gaze. “Your favorite ravioli with black truffles…”
“No.”
“Chuck…” she whined, unable to control her instantaneous reaction.
“Blair…” he drawled in response, watching as her eyes glazed over with lust and a blush creep into her skin. (In fairness, it might have had more to do with his fingers kneading her inner thigh than the timber of his voice as he said her name.)
“Stop, I’m mad at you,” she announced breathlessly whilst half-heartedly pushing his hand from under her skirt.
Chuck stood abruptly, sending Blair into an awkward position leaning against his desk. “Fine,” he announced as he brushed some imaginary dirt from his slacks. (He was thankful that they were black since he felt a small wetness on his thigh where she was sitting.) “I have a meeting to attend, if you’ll excuse me.”
Blair regained her balance and grabbed for his arm when he tried to walk away. “No I will not excuse you,” she stated in her most powerful voice (Chuck must have been shocked because when she forced him back into his chair she was met with almost no resistance.) “You have cancelled on my mother and Cyrus four times this month and I’ve had to sit through more meals than I can count with Lily and her hobo.”
Chuck thought about the consequences of another missed dinner with Eleanor and Cyrus (no sex for at least three days, with Blair torturing and teasing him into oblivion) versus finally agreeing to dine with the Rose’s (having scorching hot office sex with Blair right now). “What time?”
“You are so selfish its not even…wait, what?”
“I said, what time? It’s Il Molino so I’m assuming you’ve already made reservations,” he responded slowly as if he were talking to a small child, watching as shock registered on her features.
“Eight o’clock,” she manages weakly, even though her whole brain is in overload.
Chuck kissed her right knee, and all the way up her thigh until reaching the hem of her skirt. “Shall I have Gina get us on the list at 49 Grove for drinks after?”
“Uh huh…” Blair stumbled over her words because Chuck’s insistent fingers were suddenly inching her skirt higher, and his hungry lips are following the movement. “Chu-Chuck, what are you do-doing?” her breath hitched involuntarily and she cursed him for making her mind so muddy that she can’t talk properly. She only noticed her thighs are spread wide to accommodate him when his nose brushed her La Perlas.
He kissed and nipped at her thighs while he responded, teasing her into submission. “You said that I cancelled on your mother four times.” He surreptitiously hooked his thumbs into the strings of her thong and so began their descent, “Seems like I have to make it up to you four times as much.”
Blair’s head rolled back when Chuck’s warm breath made contact with her core, electricity shooting up her spine. While Chuck Bass my have a lot of talent in the bedroom, Blair knew that his tongue was nothing short of miraculous.
Chuck sat up straight so he could see the flush rising on her cheeks and neck, and before she could protest, he ran his finger lightly over her slit, “Any ideas?”
Her body suddenly aching for release, Blair instinctively pushed her hips forward to meet his tormenting caress. “I think you’re on the right track Bass.”
Rough wide fingers suddenly invaded her soaked channel, eliciting a lusty gasp from her chest. “I know that’s not all it takes,” he grinned wickedly at her before bringing his mouth down on her clit.
Blair angled her body closer to him before taking her hand and running fingers through his hair. With Nate, it was to control his all too eager movements that left her tense and unsatisfied; and the few times Marcus had ventured farter south Blair had to give him turn-by-turn directions which made her frustrated and bored. But when her fingers knotted through Chuck’s messy brown hair, it was purely in an effort to touch him when the rest of his body was so far from her grasp.
His fingers didn’t stop the torturous journey in and out of her center, until being replaced with Chuck’s heavenly tongue. He could practically feel her eyes roll back when his thumb brushed the hood of her clit, once again exposing the bundle of nerves to his ravenous mouth.
Somewhere, through the haze of pleasure, Blair realized that it was the middle of the day and she was seated on Chuck’s desk, spread out like a naughty fantasy buffet. “Chuck…oh, god, we-we can’t…”
Chuck’s finger pressed against her g-spot erased everything in the room, and Blair lost control of her muscles that kept her upright. “Stop talking and let me get to work,” Chuck announced before pulling her skirt over his head and returning his mouth to the task at hand
*xoxo*
Lily Rhodes-Van der Woodsen-(some others in between)-Bass-(soon to be Humphrey) was pissed. Okay, maybe surprise coupled with frustration was more accurate than pissed, per-say. Since taking control of the company on his eighteenth birthday, her stepson had been more responsible, involved and presidential than she ever thought him capable…until today of course. After sitting in the main conference room on the thirty-third floor of Bass Industries for an embarrassing thirty-eight minutes, Lily found it was time to take matters into her own hands.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Bass; Mr. Bass is currently engaged…” Gina, Bart’s former assistant stood to block Lily’s path towards Chuck’s office.
Lily, however, waved the woman off and continued her march to the wide oak doors. “Nonsense Gina, he knew about the meeting with the Shanghai investors,” she suddenly turned at the middle-age woman with narrowed eyes, “You did remember to put the meeting on his schedule…right?”
“Ye-yes Mrs. Bass, it’s scheduled in his BlackBerry and desk organizer,” her portly body was blocking the door, but when Lily shot her a deathly glare she moved aside with her head hung in shame.
*xoxo*
Blair’s back arched off of the desk as another wave of pleasure crashed over her senses. Although she usually got a little hotter watching Chuck’s tongue lapping appreciatively over her folds, she felt a little more wicked with the knowledge of what was going on under her skirt. “Oooh…god…” her eyes snapped open when Chuck’s rumbling laugh sent vibrations through her center.
However, the sight in her upside-down (and slightly cross-eyed) vision made her want to disappear into the burled walnut under her. “Lily!” she struggled to regain her composure (and push her boyfriend from his current activity).
“Chuck, actually.” He responded, unaware of the silent audience acquired in the past few moments.
Lily was shocked into silence by the image of her daughter’s childhood best friend spread on a desk, with her stepson’s face engaged in obviously…deviant behavior, “I…ah…Charles!”
“Shit,” Chuck muttered, his eyes now locked on the blonde’s, his face glistening with Blair’s juices.
Calling on her inner patrician, Lily stiffened and addressed the two teens, “Please compose yourselves. Charles, the Shanghai investors are waiting in the conference room,” without waiting for a reply, the older woman turned on her heel and shut the door, a scarlet blush plaguing every inch of her skin.
*xoxo*
Chuck swiftly resumed his place between Blair’s thigh’s, much to her dismay, “what are you--,” the combination of Chuck’s fingers rubbing her concealed button, and lips sucking her clit towards his massaging tongue sent Blair into the abyss with a desperate, strangled cry.
The oak door shook from a pounding fist on the other side, which was followed by an angered roar, “That’s not what I meant Charles!”
(I envisioned Blair's outfit looking like this, but with a skirt not shorts: www.net-a-porter.com/am/ViewFullSizeImage.ice)
(Set during the summer Pre-Season 3)
Rated NC-17 (it's smut, you've been warned)
The first time Blair and Chuck were caught, was on Bart Bass’ burled walnut desk in Chuck’s office at Bass industries.
“Mr. Bass, Miss Waldorf is here for you…can I send her in?” an assistant’s voice cracked over the intercom, pulling Chuck’s attention away from his computer screen.
“Yes, thank you Gina.” He replied, just as the large oak door to his office swung open.
Blair Waldorf was positively breathtaking. Her sun kissed curls flowed over her very sheer hot pink Cavalli blouse. The curve of her hips were held close by a white high-waisted Miu Miu skirt which left an ample amount of leg extended into her nude Jimmy Choo heels. “I hate NYU.” She announced while stalking into the room.
His smile took over his face when he beckoned her to join him at the desk. “Orientation was that bad?”
She collapsed into his lap without a second thought, and her arms encircled his neck when he planted a gentle kiss on her collarbone. “Yes of course it was that bad! And I’ve decided there’s no way I’m living in the freshman dorms.”
Chuck looked up at her in confusion, he had been under the impression that she would still be living in her Park Avenue penthouse in the fall. “I didn’t know that was even a possibility…”
She ran a soothing finger over his furrowed brow and dropped a stolen kiss on his lips. “The commute can take over an hour from my apartment to campus, it doesn’t make sense to stay on the Upper East Side,” she cuddled her body a bit closer to his before continuing. “But now that I’ve been in that glorified roach motel…” she shuddered, unable to continue.
He absently fingered one of the flowers that hung from her gold necklace. “You could always stay with me in TriBeCa,” he attempted, unsure of her reaction. His recently purchased duplex penthouse was a fifteen-minute walk from most of the NYU campus buildings but it was always so empty. He usually wound up crashing with the Van Der Woodsens under the guise of bonding time with Eric so he wouldn’t have to hear the hollow sounds of hardwood at night.
Blair smiled and held his cheeks in her palms before peppering his lips with light kisses just because she could. “Thank you,” it was not an agreement but an acknowledgement of his empathy. “I’m sorry for storming in here like that,” she stated with a heavy sigh, her arms once again around his neck. “Can we start over?”
Chuck smiled up at her as he ran his warm palm over her waist. “Hi Waldorf.”
“Hi, how’s your day been?”
“Boring, until now,” He replied cheekily.
She bit her bottom lip and pressed herself a little closer to Chuck’s groin. “What are you doing for dinner tonight?”
“You, hopefully.”
Blair put on her most seductive voice as she nuzzled his neck. “How about Il Mulino; just you, me,” she busied her lips against his pulse, knowing how much he loved it. “Eleanor and Cyrus,” she whispered half hoping he wouldn’t hear. She looked back at him, indifference growing in his gaze. “Your favorite ravioli with black truffles…”
“No.”
“Chuck…” she whined, unable to control her instantaneous reaction.
“Blair…” he drawled in response, watching as her eyes glazed over with lust and a blush creep into her skin. (In fairness, it might have had more to do with his fingers kneading her inner thigh than the timber of his voice as he said her name.)
“Stop, I’m mad at you,” she announced breathlessly whilst half-heartedly pushing his hand from under her skirt.
Chuck stood abruptly, sending Blair into an awkward position leaning against his desk. “Fine,” he announced as he brushed some imaginary dirt from his slacks. (He was thankful that they were black since he felt a small wetness on his thigh where she was sitting.) “I have a meeting to attend, if you’ll excuse me.”
Blair regained her balance and grabbed for his arm when he tried to walk away. “No I will not excuse you,” she stated in her most powerful voice (Chuck must have been shocked because when she forced him back into his chair she was met with almost no resistance.) “You have cancelled on my mother and Cyrus four times this month and I’ve had to sit through more meals than I can count with Lily and her hobo.”
Chuck thought about the consequences of another missed dinner with Eleanor and Cyrus (no sex for at least three days, with Blair torturing and teasing him into oblivion) versus finally agreeing to dine with the Rose’s (having scorching hot office sex with Blair right now). “What time?”
“You are so selfish its not even…wait, what?”
“I said, what time? It’s Il Molino so I’m assuming you’ve already made reservations,” he responded slowly as if he were talking to a small child, watching as shock registered on her features.
“Eight o’clock,” she manages weakly, even though her whole brain is in overload.
Chuck kissed her right knee, and all the way up her thigh until reaching the hem of her skirt. “Shall I have Gina get us on the list at 49 Grove for drinks after?”
“Uh huh…” Blair stumbled over her words because Chuck’s insistent fingers were suddenly inching her skirt higher, and his hungry lips are following the movement. “Chu-Chuck, what are you do-doing?” her breath hitched involuntarily and she cursed him for making her mind so muddy that she can’t talk properly. She only noticed her thighs are spread wide to accommodate him when his nose brushed her La Perlas.
He kissed and nipped at her thighs while he responded, teasing her into submission. “You said that I cancelled on your mother four times.” He surreptitiously hooked his thumbs into the strings of her thong and so began their descent, “Seems like I have to make it up to you four times as much.”
Blair’s head rolled back when Chuck’s warm breath made contact with her core, electricity shooting up her spine. While Chuck Bass my have a lot of talent in the bedroom, Blair knew that his tongue was nothing short of miraculous.
Chuck sat up straight so he could see the flush rising on her cheeks and neck, and before she could protest, he ran his finger lightly over her slit, “Any ideas?”
Her body suddenly aching for release, Blair instinctively pushed her hips forward to meet his tormenting caress. “I think you’re on the right track Bass.”
Rough wide fingers suddenly invaded her soaked channel, eliciting a lusty gasp from her chest. “I know that’s not all it takes,” he grinned wickedly at her before bringing his mouth down on her clit.
Blair angled her body closer to him before taking her hand and running fingers through his hair. With Nate, it was to control his all too eager movements that left her tense and unsatisfied; and the few times Marcus had ventured farter south Blair had to give him turn-by-turn directions which made her frustrated and bored. But when her fingers knotted through Chuck’s messy brown hair, it was purely in an effort to touch him when the rest of his body was so far from her grasp.
His fingers didn’t stop the torturous journey in and out of her center, until being replaced with Chuck’s heavenly tongue. He could practically feel her eyes roll back when his thumb brushed the hood of her clit, once again exposing the bundle of nerves to his ravenous mouth.
Somewhere, through the haze of pleasure, Blair realized that it was the middle of the day and she was seated on Chuck’s desk, spread out like a naughty fantasy buffet. “Chuck…oh, god, we-we can’t…”
Chuck’s finger pressed against her g-spot erased everything in the room, and Blair lost control of her muscles that kept her upright. “Stop talking and let me get to work,” Chuck announced before pulling her skirt over his head and returning his mouth to the task at hand
*xoxo*
Lily Rhodes-Van der Woodsen-(some others in between)-Bass-(soon to be Humphrey) was pissed. Okay, maybe surprise coupled with frustration was more accurate than pissed, per-say. Since taking control of the company on his eighteenth birthday, her stepson had been more responsible, involved and presidential than she ever thought him capable…until today of course. After sitting in the main conference room on the thirty-third floor of Bass Industries for an embarrassing thirty-eight minutes, Lily found it was time to take matters into her own hands.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Bass; Mr. Bass is currently engaged…” Gina, Bart’s former assistant stood to block Lily’s path towards Chuck’s office.
Lily, however, waved the woman off and continued her march to the wide oak doors. “Nonsense Gina, he knew about the meeting with the Shanghai investors,” she suddenly turned at the middle-age woman with narrowed eyes, “You did remember to put the meeting on his schedule…right?”
“Ye-yes Mrs. Bass, it’s scheduled in his BlackBerry and desk organizer,” her portly body was blocking the door, but when Lily shot her a deathly glare she moved aside with her head hung in shame.
*xoxo*
Blair’s back arched off of the desk as another wave of pleasure crashed over her senses. Although she usually got a little hotter watching Chuck’s tongue lapping appreciatively over her folds, she felt a little more wicked with the knowledge of what was going on under her skirt. “Oooh…god…” her eyes snapped open when Chuck’s rumbling laugh sent vibrations through her center.
However, the sight in her upside-down (and slightly cross-eyed) vision made her want to disappear into the burled walnut under her. “Lily!” she struggled to regain her composure (and push her boyfriend from his current activity).
“Chuck, actually.” He responded, unaware of the silent audience acquired in the past few moments.
Lily was shocked into silence by the image of her daughter’s childhood best friend spread on a desk, with her stepson’s face engaged in obviously…deviant behavior, “I…ah…Charles!”
“Shit,” Chuck muttered, his eyes now locked on the blonde’s, his face glistening with Blair’s juices.
Calling on her inner patrician, Lily stiffened and addressed the two teens, “Please compose yourselves. Charles, the Shanghai investors are waiting in the conference room,” without waiting for a reply, the older woman turned on her heel and shut the door, a scarlet blush plaguing every inch of her skin.
*xoxo*
Chuck swiftly resumed his place between Blair’s thigh’s, much to her dismay, “what are you--,” the combination of Chuck’s fingers rubbing her concealed button, and lips sucking her clit towards his massaging tongue sent Blair into the abyss with a desperate, strangled cry.
The oak door shook from a pounding fist on the other side, which was followed by an angered roar, “That’s not what I meant Charles!”
(I envisioned Blair's outfit looking like this, but with a skirt not shorts: www.net-a-porter.com/am/ViewFullSizeImage.ice)