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Title:What's My Name
Characters: Chuck & Blair
Rating/Word Count: M/1,105
One-Line Excerpt: “When will you ever learn that every time I say that, it turns into the biggest lie I’ve ever told?”
“Touch me” she whispered as she dragged his hands from her hips down to her ass.
“No” he protested, despite his greedy hands kneading the flesh in his palms.
Blair moaned as she pressed her pelvis against his, the tension in her body overtaking her actions.
“God, Chuck” she mewed, tilting her head up to bite his lower lip “Please.”
She reached between them and cupped him, squeezing him appreciatively as she felt him harden further.
“Promise I’ll be quiet” she teased.
Chuck tried to fight off his obvious desire, knowing this was neither the time nor place. He shook his head, only faintly aware that his hands had begun to travel beneath her skirt.
We broke up. We broke up. We broke up.
“It’s been so long” she told him, cherry red lips pressed to his neck.
Chuck inhaled sharply, eyes closed.
“I know” he said, hands continuing to wander.
Two years. Two fucking years since he’d been inside her.
“Then why fight it?” She asked, bringing her face close to his.
Chuck opened his eyes.
“Because you told me you didn’t love me anymore” he said.
A sadness fell over Blair’s vixen smile. She shook it off quickly and went to unfasten his belt.
“When will you ever learn that every time I say that, it turns into the biggest lie I’ve ever told?”
She pulled his belt off and tossed it to the side before working on freeing him of his grey suit jacket.
“Nate and Serena are in the other room” he reasoned, his lips and teeth sampling her neck.
“Yes, celebrating news of an engagement which will only lead to a dull marriage void of passion--let’s show them what they’ll be missing out on” she whispered in his ear.
Next thing he knew, his jacket is gone and somehow, so is her sweater. The bottom of her skin-tight dress has found its way pushed up around her waist.
“Let’s go back to my hotel room” Chuck suggested “Do this right.”
He started to back away from the wall, but Blair forcefully shoved him back against it.
“No, here. Now. I need to feel you inside me” she said, kissing him with all the passion she felt in the pit of her stomach.
With a groan, Chuck spun them around.
He dropped to his knees.
As she felt her panties being pulled down her legs, Blair closed her eyes blissfully--thinking she might die from the anticipation of it all.
“Chuck” she whispered the moment his tongue touched her heat.
His hands clutched her knees instinctively, preventing them from buckling under his administrations just in time.
He could have brought her off within seconds, like he’d done so many times before--but this wasn’t like before anymore. This was two years without her and he’d be damned if he was going to make her come before he was even inside her.
He abruptly stood up and turned Blair so that she faced the wall before she could even protest. She braced her hands against the wall and arched her back like she’d done a thousand times in the past.
Chuck pressed his forehead against the nape of her neck as he worked to free himself from his pants.
“You on the pill?”
“Yes” she told him.
“Thank god” he sighed, guiding himself to her opening “cause even if you weren’t, I’d take the risk just to feel you completely.”
Blair’s nails clawed at the wallpaper, as she felt him start to fill her.
“Fuck me” she whispered when he was fully sheathed inside.
Chuck shook his head, burying his face into her hair.
“Not yet, that’s not what you need” he told her, barely containing the trembling in his voice--every nerve fiber screamed for him to move himself inside her.
“The hell it’s not!” Blair tried to protest, tried to move her own hips instead, but he held her steady in place.
“You said you wanted to feel me inside of you, so feel it” he rasped, making smooth love to her neck with his lips.
Breathing heavy, Blair closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation.
“Feel me pulsing, throbbing inside you. Only for you. Ready to explode, just at the sensation of being inside you. Completely” he told her.
“Yes, yes” she whispered, squeezes her thigh muscles together and feeling herself contract around him “So deep.”
Chuck’s eyes crossed when he felt her muscles contract once, than twice more. He pushed himself a fraction of an inch deeper for good measure.
“Two years without this” he sighed, his hand starting a slow decent from her hip to in between her legs.
“Two years” she echoed, muscles still contracting “too fucking long.”
“Blair” he whispered into her hair.
“Chuck” she responded just before his finger brushed against her aching clit.
She moaned hard as she came and collapsed against the wall reveling in the sweet release.
Chuck caught her around the waist, holding her close to him as he blissfully released himself inside of her. And as all the self-restraint from before slipped away, he found himself leaning against her for support as well.
“You forgot to be quiet” he told her, tucking himself back in and readjusting her skirt.
“Shh, I’m basking here” Blair said, resting her head back on his shoulder, eyes closed.
“If we moved to my hotel room like I said, we could be basking right now on egyptian silk sheets with a bottle of Dom Perignon” Chuck said.
Regretfully, he began to tuck himself back in his pants and work on fixing Blair’s skirt.
“Why did we break up again?” she whispered.
“To keep life interesting, I guess” he said “And the sex.”
Blair turned around, wrapped her arms around him.
“Two years is too long.”
“I couldn’t agree more” he said.
“The longest we’ve ever been apart” she said.
Chuck kissed her sweetly.
“So...your place?” Blair asked when he pulled back.
“Let’s go get dinner first. We have more to catch up on than just sex” he said.
Blair raised an eyebrow.
“You mean you haven’t been keeping tabs on my every move from afar?” she asked.
Chuck smiled, put his arm around her shoulder as he lead her to the door.
“Oh I have. But hearing it all from your perspective sounds a lot more interesting” he told her.
“How do you always manage to make stalking seem sweet instead of creepy?” she asked.
“I’m Chuck Bass.”
Blair whacked him on the shoulder, causing Chuck to pull her in closer as they walked out the front door together.
Characters: Chuck & Blair
Rating/Word Count: M/1,105
One-Line Excerpt: “When will you ever learn that every time I say that, it turns into the biggest lie I’ve ever told?”
“Touch me” she whispered as she dragged his hands from her hips down to her ass.
“No” he protested, despite his greedy hands kneading the flesh in his palms.
Blair moaned as she pressed her pelvis against his, the tension in her body overtaking her actions.
“God, Chuck” she mewed, tilting her head up to bite his lower lip “Please.”
She reached between them and cupped him, squeezing him appreciatively as she felt him harden further.
“Promise I’ll be quiet” she teased.
Chuck tried to fight off his obvious desire, knowing this was neither the time nor place. He shook his head, only faintly aware that his hands had begun to travel beneath her skirt.
We broke up. We broke up. We broke up.
“It’s been so long” she told him, cherry red lips pressed to his neck.
Chuck inhaled sharply, eyes closed.
“I know” he said, hands continuing to wander.
Two years. Two fucking years since he’d been inside her.
“Then why fight it?” She asked, bringing her face close to his.
Chuck opened his eyes.
“Because you told me you didn’t love me anymore” he said.
A sadness fell over Blair’s vixen smile. She shook it off quickly and went to unfasten his belt.
“When will you ever learn that every time I say that, it turns into the biggest lie I’ve ever told?”
She pulled his belt off and tossed it to the side before working on freeing him of his grey suit jacket.
“Nate and Serena are in the other room” he reasoned, his lips and teeth sampling her neck.
“Yes, celebrating news of an engagement which will only lead to a dull marriage void of passion--let’s show them what they’ll be missing out on” she whispered in his ear.
Next thing he knew, his jacket is gone and somehow, so is her sweater. The bottom of her skin-tight dress has found its way pushed up around her waist.
“Let’s go back to my hotel room” Chuck suggested “Do this right.”
He started to back away from the wall, but Blair forcefully shoved him back against it.
“No, here. Now. I need to feel you inside me” she said, kissing him with all the passion she felt in the pit of her stomach.
With a groan, Chuck spun them around.
He dropped to his knees.
As she felt her panties being pulled down her legs, Blair closed her eyes blissfully--thinking she might die from the anticipation of it all.
“Chuck” she whispered the moment his tongue touched her heat.
His hands clutched her knees instinctively, preventing them from buckling under his administrations just in time.
He could have brought her off within seconds, like he’d done so many times before--but this wasn’t like before anymore. This was two years without her and he’d be damned if he was going to make her come before he was even inside her.
He abruptly stood up and turned Blair so that she faced the wall before she could even protest. She braced her hands against the wall and arched her back like she’d done a thousand times in the past.
Chuck pressed his forehead against the nape of her neck as he worked to free himself from his pants.
“You on the pill?”
“Yes” she told him.
“Thank god” he sighed, guiding himself to her opening “cause even if you weren’t, I’d take the risk just to feel you completely.”
Blair’s nails clawed at the wallpaper, as she felt him start to fill her.
“Fuck me” she whispered when he was fully sheathed inside.
Chuck shook his head, burying his face into her hair.
“Not yet, that’s not what you need” he told her, barely containing the trembling in his voice--every nerve fiber screamed for him to move himself inside her.
“The hell it’s not!” Blair tried to protest, tried to move her own hips instead, but he held her steady in place.
“You said you wanted to feel me inside of you, so feel it” he rasped, making smooth love to her neck with his lips.
Breathing heavy, Blair closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation.
“Feel me pulsing, throbbing inside you. Only for you. Ready to explode, just at the sensation of being inside you. Completely” he told her.
“Yes, yes” she whispered, squeezes her thigh muscles together and feeling herself contract around him “So deep.”
Chuck’s eyes crossed when he felt her muscles contract once, than twice more. He pushed himself a fraction of an inch deeper for good measure.
“Two years without this” he sighed, his hand starting a slow decent from her hip to in between her legs.
“Two years” she echoed, muscles still contracting “too fucking long.”
“Blair” he whispered into her hair.
“Chuck” she responded just before his finger brushed against her aching clit.
She moaned hard as she came and collapsed against the wall reveling in the sweet release.
Chuck caught her around the waist, holding her close to him as he blissfully released himself inside of her. And as all the self-restraint from before slipped away, he found himself leaning against her for support as well.
“You forgot to be quiet” he told her, tucking himself back in and readjusting her skirt.
“Shh, I’m basking here” Blair said, resting her head back on his shoulder, eyes closed.
“If we moved to my hotel room like I said, we could be basking right now on egyptian silk sheets with a bottle of Dom Perignon” Chuck said.
Regretfully, he began to tuck himself back in his pants and work on fixing Blair’s skirt.
“Why did we break up again?” she whispered.
“To keep life interesting, I guess” he said “And the sex.”
Blair turned around, wrapped her arms around him.
“Two years is too long.”
“I couldn’t agree more” he said.
“The longest we’ve ever been apart” she said.
Chuck kissed her sweetly.
“So...your place?” Blair asked when he pulled back.
“Let’s go get dinner first. We have more to catch up on than just sex” he said.
Blair raised an eyebrow.
“You mean you haven’t been keeping tabs on my every move from afar?” she asked.
Chuck smiled, put his arm around her shoulder as he lead her to the door.
“Oh I have. But hearing it all from your perspective sounds a lot more interesting” he told her.
“How do you always manage to make stalking seem sweet instead of creepy?” she asked.
“I’m Chuck Bass.”
Blair whacked him on the shoulder, causing Chuck to pull her in closer as they walked out the front door together.