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turnonmyheels) wrote2008-11-22 08:02 am
turnonmyheels) wrote2008-11-22 08:02 am
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Gossip Girl Fic: Tainted Love Part 2
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Title: Tainted Love
Pairing: Chuck/Nate/Blair, Chuck/others, Blair/Nate
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General, nothing specific
Summary: Ten years later, Chuck is still obsessed.
Disclaimer: Gossip Girl belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar and a whole bunch of people at the CW. I'm just playing with them.
Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
allegraconbrio for the hand holding and beta.
Note: On-going WIP that will be updated approximately once a week.
Seeing him again had been like a slap to the face. A sharp quick pain with a sting that lingered on and on. She's carried him with her all these years, kept the memories of their too brief time together wrapped up safe in the depths of her heart and ... other places. It's not that sex with Nate was bad or boring or unfulfilling, it wasn't. It just wasn't sex with Chuck. Nothing was sex with Chuck. She'd accepted years ago that she was going to be one of those people who had the best sex of her life in a two week time span and nothing else would ever be as good.
Right now, he's coming close to being as good, but not better. Never better. The skirt of her one-of-a-kind dress was hitched up around her waist, silk panties shoved to the side. Nate was greedy and quick, couldn't wait to get off, merely unzipping and shoving his pants down far enough to push inside her. Pinning her against the cold marble wall of the elevator. It hadn't been this hot and desperate between them in ages. Not since the last time they picked up someone (blonde, outrageously tall, with a mole just there) and brought her home.
"God, Blair." His breath was hot against her skin, contrasting sharply with the cool marble. She shivered and pulled him in closer with her leg, wrapping it around his waist. "So good." He dipped his head to tongue the hollow of her throat and his tie dangled between them teasing her clit with every thrust. "Jerked off last night, listening to Chuck fucking those girls. All I could think about was you and-"
She grabbed his hair to cut him off, yanking his head up and kissing him to cover her shout as she clenched around him. He fucked her through it, harder and faster, slamming in all the way pressing her against the elevator with hands and cock and tongue. She could feel him coming inside her, the short, sharp pulses and spreading warmth. Blair wiped the lipstick from his face and straightened his tie before he pulled out. The elevator began to slow and before the doors parted they were both put together perfectly. Nate clasped one of her hands in his, bringing it up to his mouth then kissed the palm of her hand before turning it over and straightening the diamond on her finger.
They stepped out of the elevator into her Mother's foyer looking every inch the high society couple. Nate greeted Eleanor with a kiss on the cheek while Eleanor took turns hugging them both. As Cyrus shook Nate's hand and then kissed Blair on the cheek, she found her resolve.
Blair had always known Nate as well as she knew herself. They were both thinking of Chuck in the elevator. For as many faux Serenas as Blair has brought to bed Nate had matched her with as many pale imitations of Chuck. It was perfectly twisted that they had three-ways with people who reminded them of former ... affairs. She really should get them into counseling for it, but frankly if it wasn't for those occasional flings she's not sure they'd still be together.
She knew that Nate would never make the first move, he'd never shown an iota of initiative in his life.
It was going to be up to her to get Chuck in their bed.
Next Part
Title: Tainted Love
Pairing: Chuck/Nate/Blair, Chuck/others, Blair/Nate
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General, nothing specific
Summary: Ten years later, Chuck is still obsessed.
Disclaimer: Gossip Girl belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar and a whole bunch of people at the CW. I'm just playing with them.
Thank you
allegraconbrio for the hand holding and beta.Note: On-going WIP that will be updated approximately once a week.
Seeing him again had been like a slap to the face. A sharp quick pain with a sting that lingered on and on. She's carried him with her all these years, kept the memories of their too brief time together wrapped up safe in the depths of her heart and ... other places. It's not that sex with Nate was bad or boring or unfulfilling, it wasn't. It just wasn't sex with Chuck. Nothing was sex with Chuck. She'd accepted years ago that she was going to be one of those people who had the best sex of her life in a two week time span and nothing else would ever be as good.
Right now, he's coming close to being as good, but not better. Never better. The skirt of her one-of-a-kind dress was hitched up around her waist, silk panties shoved to the side. Nate was greedy and quick, couldn't wait to get off, merely unzipping and shoving his pants down far enough to push inside her. Pinning her against the cold marble wall of the elevator. It hadn't been this hot and desperate between them in ages. Not since the last time they picked up someone (blonde, outrageously tall, with a mole just there) and brought her home.
"God, Blair." His breath was hot against her skin, contrasting sharply with the cool marble. She shivered and pulled him in closer with her leg, wrapping it around his waist. "So good." He dipped his head to tongue the hollow of her throat and his tie dangled between them teasing her clit with every thrust. "Jerked off last night, listening to Chuck fucking those girls. All I could think about was you and-"
She grabbed his hair to cut him off, yanking his head up and kissing him to cover her shout as she clenched around him. He fucked her through it, harder and faster, slamming in all the way pressing her against the elevator with hands and cock and tongue. She could feel him coming inside her, the short, sharp pulses and spreading warmth. Blair wiped the lipstick from his face and straightened his tie before he pulled out. The elevator began to slow and before the doors parted they were both put together perfectly. Nate clasped one of her hands in his, bringing it up to his mouth then kissed the palm of her hand before turning it over and straightening the diamond on her finger.
They stepped out of the elevator into her Mother's foyer looking every inch the high society couple. Nate greeted Eleanor with a kiss on the cheek while Eleanor took turns hugging them both. As Cyrus shook Nate's hand and then kissed Blair on the cheek, she found her resolve.
Blair had always known Nate as well as she knew herself. They were both thinking of Chuck in the elevator. For as many faux Serenas as Blair has brought to bed Nate had matched her with as many pale imitations of Chuck. It was perfectly twisted that they had three-ways with people who reminded them of former ... affairs. She really should get them into counseling for it, but frankly if it wasn't for those occasional flings she's not sure they'd still be together.
She knew that Nate would never make the first move, he'd never shown an iota of initiative in his life.
It was going to be up to her to get Chuck in their bed.
Next Part