United Amidst A Great Divide Ch.12 - You're A Pistol

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Chapter 12 - You’re A Pistol

“If you’re tired we can stop.” Chuck insisted for what seemed like the thousandth time that afternoon. It had been a week since they continued trudging across the Alabama countryside once more and Blair felt perfectly normal, aside from the leftover bruising and cuts near her eye. But that did not keep Chuck from being overly concerned about her.

“If you ask me that just one more time, Chuck, I will…” Blair threatened, tightly squeezing her fingers around his hand while giving it a yank.

He only laughed at her and swung their violently clenched hands back and forth between their bodies, walking onward without a care. “What will you do?”

“I might slap you!” Blair spat teasingly, stepping in front of his body and raising her other arm, which Chuck promptly caught at the wrist. Their bodies quickly collided, and a strong arm held them together.

“You wouldn’t…”

His smirk was infectious and the shorter brunette eventually melted into his touch, smiling playfully up at him. Blair’s rich curls tumbled down her back as Chuck pulled her closer, causing her head to instinctively fall back for his kiss, just the way he liked.

“Now, don’t you want to stop and rest?” Chuck whispered against her ear, after kissing across her jaw. The hand on her back was sliding dangerously low, and then she did recoil and slap the offending limb away.

“I am tired of walking.” Blair stated matter-of-factly, annoyance in her voice.

“Well then…” His voice was smooth, trying to draw her in. “Come and sit with me.”

Chuck was sitting down on the grassy ground beneath the shade of the nearest tree in moments, while simultaneously dragging Blair astride his lap. He had worked hard to behave himself over the past week, trying to keep in mind that she did not need to exert herself for his lust. But he could no longer ignore the fact that it had been countless days since he had last had her, especially when she was looking so deliciously alluring.

They had both been particularly frustrated with the sticky heat that morning, but even though it was uncomfortable, on this day, Chuck could not help but be thankful for the South’s unbearable temperatures.

Earlier, Blair had stolen a length of the leather drawstring from his bag, which hadn’t pleased him at all until he witnessed her next action. After twisting all of her luxurious hair into one hand, she gracefully raised both hands above her head and then tied it into place with the strap, letting the loose pieces frame her face. Chuck had admired the cleverness, but not as much as he adored the flawless skin at the nape of her neck being exposed to - what he imagined would be - his lips and teeth.

That alone had made him sweat even more, but as the day wore on she continued making little adjustments to her clothing that Chuck was quite sure were meant to drive him insane. First, the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing were rolled up, and then a few buttons escaped from their holes, and then a few more, until finally the diving neckline was so low that she hardly had to bend forward and Chuck was getting more than an eyeful.

“What are you staring at?” Blair asked. Her tone was light, as was the little smirk turning the corners of her lips.

Chuck’s gaze slowly drifted from the skin revealed between her parted shirt to her expectant brown eyes. He had been caught, but he didn’t mind. “I’m staring at you…”

“So I’ve noticed, but maybe you should stop staring at me and start kissing me. I mean, if you insist on sitting here we might as wel -”

Chuck did not need to hear anymore; as soon as the first sentence had left her mouth he was ready to attack the flesh that had been taunting him throughout the day. His tongue savored her neck, tasting the salty sweetness of the light sweat that had glistened from it earlier. Blair gasped from the sudden onslaught of sensation, not expecting him to be so eager with his affections.

The petite brunette clung to Chuck’s shoulders, while his own fingers splayed over the small of her back, as well as her lower stomach. But the hand at her belly did not keep its place for long though; it was impatiently working its way upward. His fingertips felt every dip of Blair’s ribs until finally he took the weight of her breast into his palm.

The sharp moan and downward push of hips that followed would have normally heightened Chuck’s fervor, but instead his hand swiftly pulled away.

“What are you doing!?” Blair’s voice was breathless, and it was obvious by her manner of expression that she wanted it just as badly as he did.

“This isn’t the time or the place…” Chuck spoke just as breathlessly, trying to gather himself and place his hands anywhere but on Blair’s body. Although, if he truly wanted to compose himself he would have had to escape from between her thighs, which were still firmly pressed against the definite evidence of his arousal.

Blair made a whiny pouting noise in the back of her throat, before dramatically letting her forehead fall to the side of Chuck’s neck. He took a chance tenderly stroking her back and she accepted the touch, even though she wanted much more.

She could not understand why Chuck had been so ridiculously gentle with her since they had reunited. Ever since she had first given herself to him that night, she wanted more and more, because cravings had started that only he could satisfy. Initially, his caution had been reasonable, but now, even after her attempts to subtlety entice him, he still would not break.

Deciding to make it easier for the both of them, Blair untangled her arms from Chuck’s to remove herself from his body. They both needed time to breath, even though Blair didn’t really want to breath, she wanted to feel.

“I’m sorry, Blair, I just don’t think -” Chuck began to explain his sudden shift in moods, but Blair interrupted, already understanding why he had stopped.

“I understand.” She stated simply, while pushing her hair back with her fingers, nearly wanting to rip it out over her frustration. The tree bark behind her head felt rough, but it gave her a place to rest against as she fought off the urge to launch herself at the man beside her once more. He could definitely stir her emotions.

A few minutes passed and then a ratcheting click caught Blair’s attention, causing her to give Chuck a sidelong glance. He was tampering with his pistol, absentmindedly pulling the hammer back and then letting it snap back into place. It wasn’t until she started watching him that she realized that her own boredom was increasing.

“I’m so bored, Chuck. Why do we have to sit here?” Blair complained, huffing and pouting her lips, while sneakily trying to make sure Chuck was going to look at her.

“Because you were very sick and you shouldn’t be tiring yourself out so soon.” His answer was dry, and most people would have recognized the finality in his tone, but this was Blair he was dealing with.

“But that was nearly a week ago! I feel fine and look, my eye is hardly swollen anymore!”

Chuck quickly swiveled his head and snatched Blair’s fingertips away from her face, where they had been indelicately pulling at her eyelid.

“I told you not to do that…” Chuck spoke with exasperation, as he carefully smoothed the pads of his fingers over her brow. “It hasn’t healed properly yet and it never will if you keep that up.”

“Fine…”

Blair dropped her hands into her lap in a dismal movement, making Chuck roll his eyes before caving to her efforts for his attention. Setting his gun to the side, he scooped up her hand and held it between his own, sighing as he tried to find away to keep her happy.

“So, what do you propose we do?” He was stroking her knuckles and suddenly forgot all about the question he had asked; her skin was so soft.

“Oh, I don’t know!” Bair snapped and then tugged her hand away, only to have it rapidly snatched back again.

“Well, let’s see…” Chuck began, continuing to hold her hand and smile at her quick temper. “You wouldn’t want to keep walking because you don’t like that anyway, but you don’t like just sitting here either, so what is there to do?”

Chuck’s eyes roamed over the area surrounding him until finally they settled on his pistol, and his lips curled into an amused smirk as an ingenious idea filled his mind.

“Blair, how would you like to learn to shoot?”

“What makes you think I can’t?” The brunette was defiant sounding, replying to a question with a question.

The grin on Chuck’s face grew wider, he knew she did not know how to shoot, but he went along with her game anyway. He had realized just days after meeting Blair that being a perfectionist was a major characteristic of hers and she liked to pretend she excelled at practically everything.

“Well, can you?” Chuck goaded; smug because he already knew the answer.

“No, of course not! You keep forgetting that I’m a lady, Chuck…and ladies don’t just go around knowing how to shoot!” Blair’s informative little rant almost caused a chuckle to rise from Chuck’s throat, but he held it back, finding it much more entertaining to carry on his prodding.

“But surely you were going to shoot that Yankee, the day I saved you from your house.”

Blair turned quickly towards him, her dark eyes flashing with disbelief and astonishment. “And don’t you think I had good reason to!?”

Chuck shrugged his shoulders in agreement and raised his eyebrows a bit. “Well, yes, but just because you had good reason doesn’t mean you’d actually have the sense to do it well.”

“Ugh, Chuck! Let me alone!” Blair grumbled and angrily kicked her foot out, which had been tucked beneath her.

Before she could protest further, Chuck was already on his feet and pulling her to stand up next to him. “I can’t, I’m going to teach you to shoot!”

“I don’t want to learn…”

“Oh, come now, Blair, I’m only teasing.” He always knew how to sweet talk his way back into her good graces, even if it took a bit of effort.

Blair let out a puff of air and rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “You’re always teasing.”

“That’s because you look so tempting when you are angry.” Chuck whispered lowly, before turning to find a target.

The brunette narrowed her eyes, piercing a hole in his back as he moved away, and she murmured under her breath. “If that’s what it takes, you just might see me angry today.”

“Come on, Blair!” Chuck shouted back to her, while he walked through the grass and smattering of trees in the area. Occasionally, he would reach down to retrieve one of the larger pinecones that had fallen from their branches or a stray chunk of rock.

The area really was quite beautiful, with the gently sloping ground and the random limestone boulders breaking through its surface from years of weathering and exposure. But it wasn’t as if either of the two were specifically paying attention to the scenery.

By the time Blair stepped beside Chuck, he was already brushing off a fairly level ledge of limestone and placing the objects he had found across it in a line. He was being irritatingly meticulous about spacing them apart and she couldn’t help but wonder why he was so enthralled over this.

“May I ask what you are doing?” Blair quizzed, her curiosity edged with attitude.

“Making targets, now come back here with me…” Chuck started to explain his plan, taking her hand and guiding her a number of paces away. “Now, first, you can watch me and then you can try.”

Blair crossed her arms over her chest and nodded her head in understanding. She was a little more interested now, because watching Chuck’s brow crease in concentration as he carefully held the pistol to aim was oddly appealing. The lone shot rang out, causing her to jump slightly and Chuck to exclaim with cockiness.

“And that’s how it’s done!”

Blair pursed her lips, leave it to the man to think he had performed some sort of miraculous feat. “Give me that!”

“Careful! You want to shoot me in the foot!?” Chuck yelled, as Blair wrestled the gun from his hand.

“Maybe…” She was already mimicking his previous stance, raising the piece in the air and closing one eye, to test her vision.

“Wait, wait…” Chuck grasped her hips and dipped his head down beside hers. “There is some technique involved.”

“Tell me what it is, then.” Blair demanded, trying to ignore the fingertips pressing into her skin. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a thing.

“Alright, first, you look down the barrel and align the iron sights with the object you want to hit.” Chuck gave directions and she nodded her head impatiently as if she already knew what to do. “And don’t forget to close one of your eyes…”

His hand snuck up to the side of Blair’s face, lightheartedly trying to block her view until she pushed it away, making them both laugh.

She concentrated again, getting back into position while purposefully waiting for Chuck to begin speaking to her again. “And now what?”

“Now, you just pull back the hammer and -”

The pistol went off before Chuck could even finish talking and Blair smirked triumphantly when she felt his body start against her, not expecting the sudden noise. Even though she had surprised him, he stayed quiet for a moment, examining the spot on the ledge which had previously been occupied by a crumbling piece of stone.

“You said you’ve never done this before?” Chuck finally questioned, the suspicion obvious in his tone.

“No, never.” Blair answered honestly. Although she was still facing forward, she could just imagine the confused expression that Chuck wore.

“Hmm…a stroke of luck, try again.” Chuck told her, and Blair nearly argued with his comment, before deciding that she would show him that she could do better than just luck.

Raising the single-action revolver, Blair cocked the hammer once more and then studied her next target, which was one of the pinecones that Chuck had picked up earlier. For some reason, her hand seemed less steady than it had been before, and she unwrapped her fingers to adjust her grip before firing again. But still the second bullet was as true as the first, shattering the pinecone into pieces.

Chuck stepped to Blair’s side, but kept one hand at the small of her back and gave her a curious look. “How are you so good at this?”

“It’s just not that difficult of a concept.” Blair snapped back.

She was correct. Chuck had already recognized just how easy of a concept it seemed to be for her, but he had also recognized just how tantalizing of a position it was for her. Just watching the line of her leg as she leaned back on it with his gun in her hand was enough to strain the fabric of his trousers. He needed to think of something else.

“Any Yankee brave enough to cross you is mad…do it again.” Chuck commanded, and then backed up a few feet to watch her. Blair pulled the trigger again, and although the shot was not as precise as the first two, it still had the desired effect.

“Damn…” Chuck swore under his breath, and tried to unknowingly adjust his belt buckle before Blair turned to him with her elbow bent, pistol in the air.

“I need more bullets, Chuck.”

“No, I don’t think you do…let’s look at the damage.”

The two walked towards their makeshift target, Chuck somewhat uncomfortably and Blair somewhat dangerously, while she swung the gun back and forth as she stepped along. She was too excited about her accomplishments to care about being cautious.

“You do realize that I’ll no longer need you for protection, now that I have such superior skills.” Blair stated smugly, pulling Chuck from his own thoughts as she used her fingertips to brush off the ledge, clearing it of the debris left over from the objects she had shot down. When she turned to face him her lips were turned up in a smirk, revealing every bit of the she-devil they both knew she could be.

“Well, I find that unlikely, it’s become quite a habit of yours to need frequent rescuing.” Chuck spoke lowly, giving her a pointed look.

“I can’t be held responsible for all the trouble I get into…” said Blair in an equally low voice, her lips grinning wickedly. The sultry quality of her husky, whispered words broke something inside Chuck and it took all of two strides for him to pin her to the limestone with his hips. He couldn’t deny himself or her, any longer.

All of the breath in Blair’s lungs left in a sharp exhalation as Chuck’s heavy chest suddenly pushed against her breasts, but she still found enough air to form the rest of her sentence. “But I am lucky to have such a dashing rescuer.”

Blair tipped her head back, looking up and finding Chuck’s dark brown eye’s trained on hers with fiery intensity. Before she could loop her arms around his neck to connect their lips, his hands were at the backs of her thighs abruptly lifting her onto the surface behind them.

“Does that mean you still need me?” Chuck demanded to know, gripping her upper thigh with one hand and her hip with the other, forcefully grinding the solid bulge in his pants against her center.

She could hardly speak. She could practically feel all of him through the material separating their bodies, and it made a tremor run up her spine. All Blair could think of was the handful of times she had felt Chuck even more intimately than this, and of how desperately she needed to feel that sensation again and again.

“Yes…” Blair said softly, but just loud enough for Chuck to rapidly process the information and follow with a rough, heated kiss.

Their tongues battled against one another almost immediately, not wanting to spare the time to work themselves into a frenzy, when that point had already been reached. Blair had taken the corner of Chuck’s bottom lip between her teeth, not saving any gentleness for the tender flesh. But even though he enjoyed Blair’s aggressiveness beyond measure, he jerked his face away and panted against her lips.

“I want you, Blair.” Chuck practically growled, his voice so deep that Blair could feel it humming in his throat, where her fingers were now spread wide over the side of his neck. As if he needed to prove himself even further, he thrust his hips into her and pulled her hard against him.

“Mmm…” Blair could not keep the gasp back, as he was grinding himself into a certain sweet spot. She wanted to throw her head back and let Chuck have his way with her, but she wanted - no needed - to let him know that she was all his and that more than anything she wanted to be taken swiftly, to feel herself come apart beneath him. Finding his eyes once more, she breathed into his mouth. “Then take me, I’m yours.”

An animalistic sound tore from Chuck’s vocal cords, hearing Blair breathlessly tell him those words was like nothing he had ever felt before. The pants and boots adorning Blair’s lower half did not remain a barrier for long, for he was ripping at them with wild motions as she held tightly to his shoulders.

Once he had peeled the pants from her legs, Chuck reluctantly took both of his hands off her body to work at his own trousers. The fabric was parted within seconds and his belt buckle engraved with the letters CSA scraped metallically on the rock as he pushed forward, holding fiercely to Blair’s hips while taking his first thrust.

Blair’s cries of approval were muffled under his forceful kisses, and her back arched involuntarily as Chuck began setting a fast pace for their bodies. With one arm holding around her waist, Chuck slid his hand beneath the already low neckline of her shirt, pulling it down to gain access to her soft skin. He sucked and licked at her nipples, puckering the flesh and reveling in the uneven breathing that resulted.

Fingernails stung Chuck’s shoulder blades as Blair flexed her fingers into his muscles, scarring him like the claws of a wildcat. Every violent stroke forced a sudden moan from her mouth, the feeling was bordering on a delicious sort of pain and with the last shred of comprehension she had, Blair couldn’t help but think of how amazing it felt to have him inside her once more.

Chuck held fast around her waist and continued to kiss her chest and neck. Then slammed his free hand onto the surface of the rock, anchoring himself to increase the power and pressure of his thrusting. He was bending Blair backwards, but when he felt her tightening and beginning to reach her peak, he brought her forward and grabbed her jaw.

Blair had the most arousing expression on her flushed features, and Chuck held her head in place to watch as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and she fought to draw every panted breath. On his face, a look of extreme concentration furrowed his brow while he tried to commit every detail to memory and keep Blair’s bliss mounting.

Pulling her forward, Chuck watched as her lips fell apart and her teeth clenched together. She let her forehead drop against his, and soon he was hearing words that would forever be seared in his mind.

“God, yes…don’t stop, don’t stop!” Blair cried as he hit a sensitive spot within her, and kept repeating the action. In seconds, nearly nineteen years of hardwired manners had been stripped away by Chuck’s onslaught of pleasure. She couldn’t even control the trembling in her thighs, but she wrapped them tighter around Chuck’s waist, bringing him even deeper.

Chuck was sure he left bruises when Blair released that final moan, and he gripped her hips, keeping himself buried deep within her as her muscles clenched him. Coming seconds after her, he finally let his taut body relax and fall against her, rewrapping his arms around her back and breathing harshly into her neck.

Blair rubbed her hand over Chuck’s back, soothing the strong muscles quivering beneath his skin. Her chin rested on his shoulder and she turned into his neck to place soft kisses there.

After a few moments passed in peaceful silence, Chuck leaned back but kept their bodies still very much connected. Pieces of dark hair had fallen over his forehead and Blair raised her shaky hands to run her fingertips through the damp strands, slicking them back. Her own hair was tossed and wild, and in combination with her flushed complexion and glazed eyes, it made for a magnificent sight.

“You look nothing like a lady…” Chuck whispered while gently touching her cheeks and brushing his lips along her collarbone, where her skin was still dewy from sweat and his previous kisses. “But…you do look like a very satisfied woman.”

“Hmm, yes…”  Blair smiled against his hair, she couldn’t deny the fact because it was most certainly true; she was completely sated.

Chuck lightly traced the curve of her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, after lifting his head to peer into her brown eyes. He returned her soft smile with one of his own, he was genuinely content. He could spend hours passing the time with her in this position and he was hoping there would be many more times to come.

“I don’t know what I would have done if you had…I mean, if you weren’t here with me.” Chuck said, almost sounding shy, of all things. His eyes dipped downward, but Blair caught his face.

“Really?” Blair asked. She believed him, but she just wanted to see the nervous look on his face reappear.

“Yes…is that alright?”

The uncertainty in Chuck’s voice was endearing, but Blair quickly pressed her cheek to his, wanting him to know that it was definitely alright.

“Of course…” Blair reassured him with a smile, hugging his body close and then moving to meet his eyes once again. “I’m glad you feel that way, because I do too.”

She could have sworn she heard a sigh of relief escape Chuck’s lips. But for the time being, Blair would concentrate on the way he was slowly pushing himself deeper and beginning to kiss down her chest again.

So after all of the drama, I thought they deserved to have some fun, especially Blair haha! Thanks for reading!