A/N: Okay, so I haven’t written in awhile…BUT! There is a reason for this. I had exams, I had my 19th birthday on the 19th of May! Woot! (Yes, my golden birthday, and the siku Chuck bass, besi comes of age…wow. I. AM. AWESOME. Lolol. XD) Aaaaaaaaand, I had to beta for a couple chapters. Heheh. And, get this: tomorrow I’m going on a 2 week vacation to the Northwestern side of my country! Wow….SO much. Heh. And as much as I can I will try to keep up with writing, kusoma and beta-ing over the summer, it may not happen a whole lot…but…I WILL TRY!!!! *takes solemn oath* *clears throat* The finale was awesome. End of story. Lol. XD
*****PLEASE VOTE ON MY kura ya maoni ON MY profaili PAGE!!! (I also give details on my thoughts on the S2 finale there too, so…BE AWARE! Lol)
***Sadly, I own nothing…though, honestly? I don’t think I could have written up a much zaidi amazing CB reunion scene. I mean, seriously. That was SO awesome. I’ve been watching it over and over and over….and OVER. Lol. XD I’m surprised my computer hasn’t shut down on me yet and exploded, from watching it so much. Heheh.
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Idea 9 (Only the Beginning)—This fic tells the story of CB between 1x08-1x10, because honestly we needed MORE…and don’t we ALWAYS?? Lolol. XD Remember, this is only a preview, so if it’s short that’s why…and if it’s long? Well, wewe really can’t complain. Lolol. XD Please R & R! =D
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Her eyes flicker open.
For the first time since entering the foreign bedroom, she begins to panic. She glances feverishly throughout the room, unaware of the fact of her splayed hair moving across his slowly rising and falling chest.
She can hear voices outside the room and down the hall, but she honestly can’t remember how long they’d been in there.
How long they’d been…active in there.
“Blair,” he whispers, and she’s frozen.
Gulp.
“It’s just me. wewe can relax,” he says, and she is suddenly aware of the fact that she had started to sit up. She looks down across their bodies and notices a snug blanket.
No one would see them in their shame if they were to burst in suddenly.
Their shame.
“…B?” he asks.
She’s been silent for too long.
She sighs, falling into him again and letting loose the drama that had centered itself in her mind once more.
She closes her eyes, but she knows he’s just as tense as she was moments earlier. He won’t let her momentary vulnerability go…not until she explains it.
Why? She wonders.
He’s decided to care for her.
He’s decided that he has…butterflies.
Sigh.
This time he sits up. There’s no way he’s going to let two sighs go kwa without so much as an explanation. He’s only leaning mbele on his elbows, and she’s not willing to approach the topic again, so they’re stuck. She’s fallen into the comfort of the Queen sized bed, and he’s on his elbows…
“Blair—”
“Chuck—”
They both speak at the same time.
No laughter au sighs au zaidi explanations follow. Just silence. Well, except for the party muziki they can still hear down the hall.
She turns on her side and curls up, relishing in the warmth of the covers and the heat still emanating from his body. She spots her dress and tights on the floor and watches them, her eyes tracing the ubunifu in the light of the room.
She feels his breath teasing the back of her neck and shivers as the tingles travel down her spine. Suddenly his hands are on her shoulders, covering her, and those kisses she so delighted in before, replace the breaths nearly causing her to jolt.
She doesn’t know what this mean au even if it should continue.
All she knows is she never had this intimacy with Nate, and suddenly Chuck bass, besi is everything Nate was not: seductive, tender, caring…and focused on her, not Serena. He knows when her birthday is. He knows what to buy for her. He knows what to say. He knows…he knows…he knows…she repeats over and over in her mind.
But what is Chuck Bass?
She’s known him for so long, known him exactly, that maybe she doesn’t even really know him anymore.
Manipulative. Perverted. Witty. Hot.
But always a good friend.
He’d gotten Nate out of plenty of scandals. And he’d always been around when Blair summoned the four of them to help get Serena out of trouble.
Blair hadn’t made her problems known, neither had he.
Perhaps they were alike in that way, perhaps they were…but no. She couldn’t allow herself to think that far into the future.
She had just broken it off with Nate, her boyfriend of like…forever.
She couldn’t just start seeing Chuck. Chuck was not a boyfriend. He was a lover, and even that was a bit far-fetched.
A sound escapes her.
He’s starting purring against the back of her neck now. She can feel him becoming fully aroused again against her lower back.
All thoughts escape her.
The sounds she makes, along with the curve of her body is what does him in, she thinks.
But she doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know Chuck in that way.
Never has.
She’s made sure to stay away from that side of him.
The side of him that was temptation and nothing more.
She loves Nate. She loves Nate. She loves Nate.
Another repetitious phrase she makes sure to have memorized from the moment she alisema ‘I do’.
In the boyfriend/girlfriend state of course.
“I have to see wewe again,” he murmurs against the crook of her neck.
Somehow they haven’t gotten much further than sounds and kisses, and he had to voice his thoughts.
What he was thinking with every kiss and tug of her skin.
He’s so urgent with everything he says, and she finds herself unable to disagree with him.
She nods softly and makes another delightful noise when he pulls on her left earlobe.
He turns her in his arms and starts kissing her dead-on, unable to resist any longer. The back curves of her body are only so enticing when he knows he can smash his full lips with her own and is not seizing the opportunity.
Her prodding tongue turns his world upside down, and he pulls her closer to him.
If possible.
His hardness is now pressed significantly closer to her, folding slightly on her abdomen.
It sends shivers through her again, and he can hardly contain himself when her sounds get louder and her movements get zaidi demanding.
Didn’t we just do this? She thinks, but does not stop to ask the question. She’s enjoying herself too much, and she doesn’t want him to realize he’s made a mistake in sexing the same bitch, kahaba zaidi than once, zaidi than twice really.
Besides, it’s her birthday and she deserves this.
She deserves this happiness.
Seventeen is worth this.
“Chuck…” she calls out, and now he’s grunting in the midst of it.
Who is she, really, to interrupt at such a time as this, when he’s nearly climaxing, and ask a question?
But he majibu with a kiss, making her nearly forget the swali she had been begging to ask.
“The butterflies?”
Silence.
She curses herself, inwardly.
He had even paused in his thrusts, as if the word itself could tear him to pieces.
He’s breathing hard.
She’s gulping…again.
Neither knows how to really get out of this particular situation.
So, after a moment, she forces her lips onto his, thrusting her prodding tongue into his depths again.
That encourages him, and he continues, sending them both over the edge.
She flips them over, sending a wild smirk across his face.
She rocks her hips gently against him, as if asking for permission…and guidance, no less. His hot hands suddenly appear against her curves, and he’s granting her request.
He’s helping her…help him, help them.
She wants to know what he thinks of her, what he thinks the two of them are really doing. But she’s too scared of losing it all and in her head she shouting to get rid of it. She’s not supposed to want Chuck. It was always Nate and it shouldn’t be possible to change your mind overnight…or if she’s honest, within twenty minutes.
She’s loved Nate for too long, and Chuck is an ass.
But tonight he was sweet.
Tonight Chuck was everything she ever wanted and so much more.
She doesn’t want to have to ask about the future, because the future is scary and it would involve changing this bad boy to a gentleman.
She’d be losing a lover and a friend.
She can’t risk that.
Leaning down, she captures his lips again. He’s greedy and selfish and can’t seem to get enough of her.
Nate was never like that.
She can feel Chuck’s hands roving all over her, and she thinks it’s the best feeling she’s ever known.
She hears sounds from him she never even imagined from Nate, and she knows both her and Chuck are well aware of how hot it is that she’s riding him in only the mkufu he gave her.
The extremely expensive mkufu that she didn’t expect anyone to purchase.
“Chuck…” she murmurs in his hair, nibbling on his ear lobe.
“Mmm?” he questions, kissing his way down the side of her body.
“We have… to do this…again,” she makes out between breaths.
He doesn’t respond for a long time, too concerned with kissing and licking and nipping every inch of her. She doesn’t mind. His ministrations have consumed her: mind, body and soul.
When he does respond, he’s looking at her, and reveling in the deep browns of her eyes. “For you? Anytime.”
She smirks.
An adorable expression on her, he decides, and he kisses her again. Whatever lame excuse he had to come up with to get out of his so called life events, he would do it.
Blair Waldorf was his new addiction.
As long as no one knew…he was safe.
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They both climaxed a sekunde time long ago.
No one had to know that while she dozed on his chest, he was playing with her hair.
No one had to know that while she slept, he was playing the different scenarios of when they could get together in his head.
And no one certainly had to know that he was planning as often as possible to only be sleeping with Blair Waldorf in the future.
“You are…so…beautiful,” he whispers, hoping that if anyone could hear him, it would be her.
He’s still playing with her hair, knowing that she’s not going to reject him as defiantly as she had that morning.
No, they’re going to be in an affair.
A secret affair.
No matter how deadly to the heart.
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A/N: Ok, I’m not sure how good this is….but I’m tired and I needed to write up at least one zaidi thing before I left for my trip. Heh. Please R & R!! This is the scene after they sleep together in 1x08.
*****PLEASE VOTE ON MY kura ya maoni ON MY profaili PAGE!!! (I also give details on my thoughts on the S2 finale there too, so…BE AWARE! Lol)
***Sadly, I own nothing…though, honestly? I don’t think I could have written up a much zaidi amazing CB reunion scene. I mean, seriously. That was SO awesome. I’ve been watching it over and over and over….and OVER. Lol. XD I’m surprised my computer hasn’t shut down on me yet and exploded, from watching it so much. Heheh.
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Idea 9 (Only the Beginning)—This fic tells the story of CB between 1x08-1x10, because honestly we needed MORE…and don’t we ALWAYS?? Lolol. XD Remember, this is only a preview, so if it’s short that’s why…and if it’s long? Well, wewe really can’t complain. Lolol. XD Please R & R! =D
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Her eyes flicker open.
For the first time since entering the foreign bedroom, she begins to panic. She glances feverishly throughout the room, unaware of the fact of her splayed hair moving across his slowly rising and falling chest.
She can hear voices outside the room and down the hall, but she honestly can’t remember how long they’d been in there.
How long they’d been…active in there.
“Blair,” he whispers, and she’s frozen.
Gulp.
“It’s just me. wewe can relax,” he says, and she is suddenly aware of the fact that she had started to sit up. She looks down across their bodies and notices a snug blanket.
No one would see them in their shame if they were to burst in suddenly.
Their shame.
“…B?” he asks.
She’s been silent for too long.
She sighs, falling into him again and letting loose the drama that had centered itself in her mind once more.
She closes her eyes, but she knows he’s just as tense as she was moments earlier. He won’t let her momentary vulnerability go…not until she explains it.
Why? She wonders.
He’s decided to care for her.
He’s decided that he has…butterflies.
Sigh.
This time he sits up. There’s no way he’s going to let two sighs go kwa without so much as an explanation. He’s only leaning mbele on his elbows, and she’s not willing to approach the topic again, so they’re stuck. She’s fallen into the comfort of the Queen sized bed, and he’s on his elbows…
“Blair—”
“Chuck—”
They both speak at the same time.
No laughter au sighs au zaidi explanations follow. Just silence. Well, except for the party muziki they can still hear down the hall.
She turns on her side and curls up, relishing in the warmth of the covers and the heat still emanating from his body. She spots her dress and tights on the floor and watches them, her eyes tracing the ubunifu in the light of the room.
She feels his breath teasing the back of her neck and shivers as the tingles travel down her spine. Suddenly his hands are on her shoulders, covering her, and those kisses she so delighted in before, replace the breaths nearly causing her to jolt.
She doesn’t know what this mean au even if it should continue.
All she knows is she never had this intimacy with Nate, and suddenly Chuck bass, besi is everything Nate was not: seductive, tender, caring…and focused on her, not Serena. He knows when her birthday is. He knows what to buy for her. He knows what to say. He knows…he knows…he knows…she repeats over and over in her mind.
But what is Chuck Bass?
She’s known him for so long, known him exactly, that maybe she doesn’t even really know him anymore.
Manipulative. Perverted. Witty. Hot.
But always a good friend.
He’d gotten Nate out of plenty of scandals. And he’d always been around when Blair summoned the four of them to help get Serena out of trouble.
Blair hadn’t made her problems known, neither had he.
Perhaps they were alike in that way, perhaps they were…but no. She couldn’t allow herself to think that far into the future.
She had just broken it off with Nate, her boyfriend of like…forever.
She couldn’t just start seeing Chuck. Chuck was not a boyfriend. He was a lover, and even that was a bit far-fetched.
A sound escapes her.
He’s starting purring against the back of her neck now. She can feel him becoming fully aroused again against her lower back.
All thoughts escape her.
The sounds she makes, along with the curve of her body is what does him in, she thinks.
But she doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know Chuck in that way.
Never has.
She’s made sure to stay away from that side of him.
The side of him that was temptation and nothing more.
She loves Nate. She loves Nate. She loves Nate.
Another repetitious phrase she makes sure to have memorized from the moment she alisema ‘I do’.
In the boyfriend/girlfriend state of course.
“I have to see wewe again,” he murmurs against the crook of her neck.
Somehow they haven’t gotten much further than sounds and kisses, and he had to voice his thoughts.
What he was thinking with every kiss and tug of her skin.
He’s so urgent with everything he says, and she finds herself unable to disagree with him.
She nods softly and makes another delightful noise when he pulls on her left earlobe.
He turns her in his arms and starts kissing her dead-on, unable to resist any longer. The back curves of her body are only so enticing when he knows he can smash his full lips with her own and is not seizing the opportunity.
Her prodding tongue turns his world upside down, and he pulls her closer to him.
If possible.
His hardness is now pressed significantly closer to her, folding slightly on her abdomen.
It sends shivers through her again, and he can hardly contain himself when her sounds get louder and her movements get zaidi demanding.
Didn’t we just do this? She thinks, but does not stop to ask the question. She’s enjoying herself too much, and she doesn’t want him to realize he’s made a mistake in sexing the same bitch, kahaba zaidi than once, zaidi than twice really.
Besides, it’s her birthday and she deserves this.
She deserves this happiness.
Seventeen is worth this.
“Chuck…” she calls out, and now he’s grunting in the midst of it.
Who is she, really, to interrupt at such a time as this, when he’s nearly climaxing, and ask a question?
But he majibu with a kiss, making her nearly forget the swali she had been begging to ask.
“The butterflies?”
Silence.
She curses herself, inwardly.
He had even paused in his thrusts, as if the word itself could tear him to pieces.
He’s breathing hard.
She’s gulping…again.
Neither knows how to really get out of this particular situation.
So, after a moment, she forces her lips onto his, thrusting her prodding tongue into his depths again.
That encourages him, and he continues, sending them both over the edge.
She flips them over, sending a wild smirk across his face.
She rocks her hips gently against him, as if asking for permission…and guidance, no less. His hot hands suddenly appear against her curves, and he’s granting her request.
He’s helping her…help him, help them.
She wants to know what he thinks of her, what he thinks the two of them are really doing. But she’s too scared of losing it all and in her head she shouting to get rid of it. She’s not supposed to want Chuck. It was always Nate and it shouldn’t be possible to change your mind overnight…or if she’s honest, within twenty minutes.
She’s loved Nate for too long, and Chuck is an ass.
But tonight he was sweet.
Tonight Chuck was everything she ever wanted and so much more.
She doesn’t want to have to ask about the future, because the future is scary and it would involve changing this bad boy to a gentleman.
She’d be losing a lover and a friend.
She can’t risk that.
Leaning down, she captures his lips again. He’s greedy and selfish and can’t seem to get enough of her.
Nate was never like that.
She can feel Chuck’s hands roving all over her, and she thinks it’s the best feeling she’s ever known.
She hears sounds from him she never even imagined from Nate, and she knows both her and Chuck are well aware of how hot it is that she’s riding him in only the mkufu he gave her.
The extremely expensive mkufu that she didn’t expect anyone to purchase.
“Chuck…” she murmurs in his hair, nibbling on his ear lobe.
“Mmm?” he questions, kissing his way down the side of her body.
“We have… to do this…again,” she makes out between breaths.
He doesn’t respond for a long time, too concerned with kissing and licking and nipping every inch of her. She doesn’t mind. His ministrations have consumed her: mind, body and soul.
When he does respond, he’s looking at her, and reveling in the deep browns of her eyes. “For you? Anytime.”
She smirks.
An adorable expression on her, he decides, and he kisses her again. Whatever lame excuse he had to come up with to get out of his so called life events, he would do it.
Blair Waldorf was his new addiction.
As long as no one knew…he was safe.
………………….
They both climaxed a sekunde time long ago.
No one had to know that while she dozed on his chest, he was playing with her hair.
No one had to know that while she slept, he was playing the different scenarios of when they could get together in his head.
And no one certainly had to know that he was planning as often as possible to only be sleeping with Blair Waldorf in the future.
“You are…so…beautiful,” he whispers, hoping that if anyone could hear him, it would be her.
He’s still playing with her hair, knowing that she’s not going to reject him as defiantly as she had that morning.
No, they’re going to be in an affair.
A secret affair.
No matter how deadly to the heart.
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A/N: Ok, I’m not sure how good this is….but I’m tired and I needed to write up at least one zaidi thing before I left for my trip. Heh. Please R & R!! This is the scene after they sleep together in 1x08.
