I know y'all are dying for the tiếp theo chappie, and this isn't the whole chapter...only the first scene. It's all I've written so far...though I DO know what's going to happen in the whole chapter and story actually, thanks to my awesome outline nghề viết văn abilities. =) *proud* ANYWAYS! this is just a preview...the first scene and it's CB, and really the only scene throughout the chapter that is JUST THEM. And basically the last REAL JUST CB scene till almost the end of the story, so you'd better tình yêu it. Please review. ;p
Slowly, Chuck slid the door into its perfectly made case, and flipped the lock, so that neither his ex-best friend hoặc the lame excuse for a human being could find their way into their domain. He paused a moment, trying to grip the situation and how incredibly odd it was, before turning to witness his recently acquired girlfriend…madly pacing in a không gian not even half the size of her walk in closet across the room.
He just stood there and watched her.
God, she’s hot when she’s flustered.
She paced. Each step quicker, faster, harder, thêm painful than the last. A few strands from her messy bun flew down around her neck and in front of her face. Every so often she’d blow a puff of air upwards, so as to distract the curly/straight strands (whichever way they decided to act at that particular moment) from getting in her eyes. It was only successful for about half a second, but she wouldn’t dare to attempt it again. Not for another five giây at least. The tiny speckled earrings glistened, and on occasion her flailing arms would reach up and touch them. Just to make sure they were still there. Make sure SOMETHING was still working as it was supposed to.
His eyes grazed over her. Memorizing her. Again.
He tried to move, but his feet wouldn’t let him.
“Blair,” he breathed.
And her wimperings, her yelling, her frustrated rant…all came to a halt for one moment.
There she was. Mid-rant, mid-pace, mid-freak out. Stopped, she turned her head slowly, and if he hadn’t been so turned on at the moment, he would’ve looked scared…or maybe would’ve been smirking at the way he could get her stop whatever she was doing just bởi saying her name. But he couldn’t. He was hard. And ready for her. Like he had been all day. Twice. But it just wasn’t enough. It would never be enough with her. Plus, the way smoke appeared to be firing out of her ears at a heartwrenching speed, the way ultimate evil taunted him in her eyes, and how her hands trembled ever so slightly as they slowly settled on either side of her waist, slinking down to her gorgeously shaped hips…it left him paralyzed.
His breath caught in his throat.
She wasn’t pissed.
Not about him at least.
He could read it in her eyes.
The moment she turned her head to look at him.
He could see her anger seep away, and her desire took over.
That intense gaze of his ALWAYS got to her.
“What?!” she asked, frazzled that he had gotten her so hot and bothered when she was trying to concentrate on the two awkardly standing boys in her hallway. She forced herself to snap out of her reverie.
The intensity spewing out dimmed across his face. And suddenly he felt the tension relieved in his feet. He moved swiftly toward her and captured her lips in his mouth.
“Mmm,” she moaned, swept away in the moment, and pulling his head closer to hers with her nhanh, swift hands, tugging on the roots of his Công chúa tóc mây up hair. She bit on his bottom lip, and he grunted softly, allowing his hands to tighten around her waist.
“Let’s stop talking,” she mumbled fiercely against his lips, allowing her nails to dig into the skin at the base of his neck.
He smirked into her as his lips wandered down to her neck, and bit tenderly. “Fantastic idea.”
She moaned louder and turned her head down just underneath his ear and sucked. He stopped momentarily in kissing her slender neck. Breath caught in his throat. Again.
She giggled lightly. “Something wrong?”
Deep throaty laughter echoed in him as he pulled his head up, forcing her mouth to lose temporary contact. That intense gaze was back, and only intensified as he pushed her towards the bed. Forgetting all place and feeling except for the unsatisfied heat crawling from their centers.
“Naw, Baby, why would bạn say that?” he purred, shutting her up with another passionated onslaught of his mouth.
And she was quiet. Minus the repeated moans and growls exiting her on an every other một giây basis. Her legs wrapped around his waist, as his fingers began the slow, painful process of lifting her áo sơ mi higher up along her form.
Their breathing hitched…again, but they didn’t stop.
Blair heard it. But she ignored it. She didn’t care what the problem was anymore, at least not while Chuck was swelling on hàng đầu, đầu trang of her, still entirely too clothed.
Palm. Fist. Nails. Against her door. For the third. Time.
“Come on, Blair,” Nate whined from the opposite side.
They paused. Had temporarily done so after every knock, but this time Chuck gracefully lifted himself off of her, so she could stand and straighten herself out. He watched her intently. And if he hadn’t felt it completely necessary to get rid of dumb one and dumb two as soon as possible, he would’ve grabbed her again and made Nate wait. Buy him a mute button, whatever!
Once completely composed, Blair took her stride in proper step and walked over to her door, her hand hovering over the locked handle.
Then, she did something that shocked even Chuck.
She pulled her hand away and let it drop bởi her side.
“No, Nate, I don’t want to talk to bạn about your messed up trashy Brooklyn problems,” she scoffed.
“Hey!” she could hear Dan call out from the other side, farther away though. She ignored it, waiting to see if Nate would respond to her insult.
That was all he had against her amazing wit.
She turned around and spotted Chuck smirking at her, completely dazed.
Her eyes twinkled, and she approached him again, landing slowly on his seated lap at the edge of her bed. She leaned him and kissed him again.
“What do bạn say we make them wait a little longer?” she teased, holding her mouth just far away from his to make him physically suffocate from lack of contact.
His eyes grew wide, and he pulled her in. Skin touching skin. Hungry lips ravaging every touchable spot.
They had to speak to the two idiots soon enough. They both knew this to be true, but…as long as they kept their clothes on, the waiting length would be just long enough.
Keeping the clothes on though.
That would be the challenge.