multimuse rp

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[innumerablemusings-blog]

teen!au

[adauntlessangel]

innumerablemusings:

Chuck let her breathe, and react, however she wanted. Each touch, regardless of how innocent, had him affected in ways he knew he shouldn’t be, not as quickly at least. When she asked him to kiss her, he looked a little surprised but not in a bad way. He couldn’t help but smile sweetly in response, before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers, kissing her softly for the first time. He now placed both his hands, cupping her face with both and kissing her again, both kisses sweet and soft. He knew she was inexperienced, and he didn’t know how much so, but he wasn’t going to rush this.

After the tender kisses, he pulled back to look into her blue eyes and kissed her a third time, moving his hands from her face to down her back, arms now wrapped around her small waist fully. Easily, he lifted her up now, making it easy to kiss her and to ultimately cling to each other, it suddenly feeling so intense but in the best way possible.

He held her close, her feeling so small in his arms and that somehow making him feel even more protective of the younger girl. Suddenly he was even more glad to be doing this, it hitting him once again that he truly doubted any other guy would be this sensitive with her. Generally, guys are looking for sex and to just leave. Especially teen guys. And they aren’t exactly trying to go slow and sweet. He knew that, because he was a guy who hung around a lot of guys and who had seen more than he probably ever needed to. He wouldn’t let her fall into the wrong mans arms. He was glad he didn’t. Especially with how right it felt to kiss her, and to hold her…. And to soon be with her completely.

A small breathless laugh left her just before his lips met hers, and then she was silent. Her breathing stopped at the feel of his soft, but firm mouth pressing against her own. She was kissing Chuck…and it was wonderful. Growing up on fairytales and happily ever afters, if she still believed in them, then this is how those girls were kissed. Her small hands rested against his neck as he leaned down to kiss her. She didn’t know where else to put them, and she hoped she was doing this kissing thing right. Her soft pecks were tender at first, soft, hesitant. 

Though as he kissed her again, and again, she grew more confident. She giggled when he lifted her with ease, though she didn’t stop kissing him. Her slim legs wrapped around his waist. Her fingertips cupping his jawline as she kissed him more seriously now. It was as she was finally in his arms that a small part of her never wanted to be anywhere else. It was like for the first time in years, she felt safe. She felt safe in her home, in her bedroom…and it was because of him. 

Chuck was different from other guys, most of the boys at school looked at her like they did a bacon cheeseburger. Chuck, he looked at her like he looked at Ellie, or his mother, with respect. He treated her differently than the other girls, especially now. Her robe exposed her bare thighs as she tightened her legs around him. “Chuck..” She whispered his name, pure pleasure rolling off her tongue as they kissed. What little nerves remained soon evaporating from her pores as every kiss assured her it was going to be okay. 

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Chuck gazed at her for a moment, kissing her once more as he carried her to her bed, moving to sit so she remained on his lap. He didn’t want to break their closeness. Not just yet. Her bare legs were spread around him now, and his hands ran up her thighs ever so slowly, stopping when his fingertips hit her hip bones, feeling the fabric of her panties brush against them.

His hands then gripped the fabric of her robe, very carefully pulling both sides open, the tie of it loose enough to not stop him from opening it fully, allowing the material to fall as his eyes saw what she wore, “Wow…” he whispered softly, as though he was in awe being able to see her. He couldn’t help it, she really did look great.

His eyes wandered, over her breasts and her stomach down to her panties and her legs which remained around him. He took his hands and placed them over her arms, rubbing them slightly and then leaning in again and kissing her, this time it starting off slightly deep, and only deepening.

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teen!au

[adauntlessangel]

innumerablemusings:

Chuck heard her speak, her words slow and fast and full of nerves. He could easily read that by the way she spoke and he found it sort of, well, adorable. Although he did want to calm them, but he found it sweet how she was so nervous. As soon as he realized what drove her nerves though, he looked at her and suddenly was softer than she probably expected.

He lifted her hands, that remained intertwined with his and placed soft kisses on them, “Zoey…” he said, and shook his head with a light smile. “Believe me, you don’t need to worry if I want you or not. Look at you.” He said, as though he was pointing the obvious out. That he thought it was obvious how gorgeous he thought she was. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered softly. “And I’m pretty honored you wanted this with me. Your first time.” He said softly, the conversation so initiate yet tender.

“You want me to be the one.” He told her softly, repeating her own words back, removing of his hands from hers only to place it on her cheek gently, brushing his thumb comfortingly to caress her cheek. “I want to be the one.” He revealed back in a soft tone.

Forcing her eyes to meet his as he spoke her name, she noticed his smile. Her eyebrows pulled together as he spoke but then he said she was beautiful and butterflies formed in her chest. She wanted to be, for him. Zoey wanted this to be perfect for the both of them, but him especially. It must have been obvious by now that she liked him. Why else would she have asked him to do something so intimate? So personal with her? 

Her pink lips parted as he declared he wanted this with her, that he wanted to do this. Zoey’s skin warmed beneath his palm and delicately her fingers rested against his stomach. She was too short to wrap her arms around him. “Okay..” She whispered softly as she gazed up at him. She was unsure what to do now, should she get undressed? Should she let him undress her? Her fingers gripped the material of his shirt as she tried to steady her breathing. 

She was a smart girl, smarter than most other girls her age but she lacked the skills she needed when it came to boys, men. Granted she was still young but she was severely inexperienced. Which was why she wanted Chuck, he’d had a girlfriend. He was experienced, he wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted him. “I..” She bit her bottom lip as he spoke. “Will you kiss me?” She asked softly. 

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Chuck let her breathe, and react, however she wanted. Each touch, regardless of how innocent, had him affected in ways he knew he shouldn’t be, not as quickly at least. When she asked him to kiss her, he looked a little surprised but not in a bad way. He couldn’t help but smile sweetly in response, before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers, kissing her softly for the first time. He now placed both his hands, cupping her face with both and kissing her again, both kisses sweet and soft. He knew she was inexperienced, and he didn’t know how much so, but he wasn’t going to rush this.

After the tender kisses, he pulled back to look into her blue eyes and kissed her a third time, moving his hands from her face to down her back, arms now wrapped around her small waist fully. Easily, he lifted her up now, making it easy to kiss her and to ultimately cling to each other, it suddenly feeling so intense but in the best way possible.

He held her close, her feeling so small in his arms and that somehow making him feel even more protective of the younger girl. Suddenly he was even more glad to be doing this, it hitting him once again that he truly doubted any other guy would be this sensitive with her. Generally, guys are looking for sex and to just leave. Especially teen guys. And they aren’t exactly trying to go slow and sweet. He knew that, because he was a guy who hung around a lot of guys and who had seen more than he probably ever needed to. He wouldn’t let her fall into the wrong mans arms. He was glad he didn’t. Especially with how right it felt to kiss her, and to hold her…. And to soon be with her completely.

[innumerablemusings-blog]

teen!au

[adauntlessangel]

innumerablemusings:

When he saw Zoey approach the window, he could only see her within the light of the candles as her room was dark with the lights off otherwise. Once he climbed inside, he looked down at her. He had to be almost a foot taller than her, especially with her barefoot right in front of him. He couldn’t see the pinkness on her cheeks, but he could sense her nerves especially in her tone.

“Of course I did..” He said softly, his voice sweet and the look in his eyes so pure. “You know…” he said, his tone still soft as his large hands moved to the hands she had gripped at her robe. He then placed them over hers and pulled them away from holding the robe tighter against her, and now were being placed in his own hands. He looked down at her for a moment, “We don’t have to do this, if you’re nervous. We can just sleep..” He whispered softly. Of course he’d have to sneak out before her parents awoke.

Chuck was different than most guys. And even that aside, he genuinely cared for Zoey. She was a really important, really, more so, addition to his family. One that only became more apart of the family as the years passed. “I don’t want you to regret anything.” He told her softly.

As he climbed in Zoey felt her jaw drop at the sheer magnitude of him. Her heart began to beat faster now, every beat growing louder. She wondered if he could hear it, but then quickly diminished the silly thought. His voice was so tender and kind. Though she felt confused by his words, her small hands shaking slightly in his large ones. For the first time all night she relaxed a little bit as she gazed up at him. Her features softened as he offered for them to not do this, for them to just sleep. But she was shaking her head no. 

“I am nervous..” She admitted, biting her bottom lip as she nodded and threaded their fingers together. “But, I am not going to regret this.” She promised, her baby blue eyes wide, innocent as she gazed up at him. “I want this.” She whispered. She couldn’t be a coward, not now. Not after she asked him to do this and they prepared, they planned. She couldn’t back down now because she felt worried he wouldn’t like her like that. He wouldn’t have agreed if he didn’t? Right? 

“I want you to be the one..” She admitted shyly, avoiding his gaze now. Licking her pink lips she tasted the vanilla lip balm she’d applied in an attempt to make herself more appealing for him. She had done everything…she couldn’t back out now. “But only if you..want me like this..” There it was, her small admittance of her nerves. That he might not like her. Maybe she was too young or too inexperienced, but she really did want this with him. 

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Chuck heard her speak, her words slow and fast and full of nerves. He could easily read that by the way she spoke and he found it sort of, well, adorable. Although he did want to calm them, but he found it sweet how she was so nervous. As soon as he realized what drove her nerves though, he looked at her and suddenly was softer than she probably expected.

He lifted her hands, that remained intertwined with his and placed soft kisses on them, “Zoey…” he said, and shook his head with a light smile. “Believe me, you don’t need to worry if I want you or not. Look at you.” He said, as though he was pointing the obvious out. That he thought it was obvious how gorgeous he thought she was. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered softly. “And I’m pretty honored you wanted this with me. Your first time.” He said softly, the conversation so initiate yet tender.

“You want me to be the one.” He told her softly, repeating her own words back, removing of his hands from hers only to place it on her cheek gently, brushing his thumb comfortingly to caress her cheek. “I want to be the one.” He revealed back in a soft tone.

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teen!au

[adauntlessangel]

innumerablemusings:

Chuck Bartowski was a seventeen year old, just beginning his senior year of high school. Finally, after all these years of detentions, being sent to the office, and ultimately being the trouble maker he was, he was graduating. And despite being a trouble maker, he was quite intelligent. And his trouble making was never too bad. At worst, he would skip class, or leave the school without permission, or something dumb ultimately resulting in him knowing the faculty way too much. But yet, here he was, senior year, on the verge of graduation. Or, kind of, being that it was on September and he had nine months or so to go.

He had a pretty good life aside from his trouble making. His parents were pretty wealthy, his sister was responsible and always seemed to have herself together, they were truly considered a normal family. Speaking of his sister though, his sister had a friend. One of which, Chuck had crushed on for awhile now despite keeping those details to himself all things considered. So recently, when she had asked him to do what she had asked him to do, he had found himself stuck between what he wanted, what she wanted, and the right thing.

Somehow, the “right” thing was too much of a blurred line. A grey area. So he just said, “yes.” And now, he was getting dressed after showering to head over, sneak through his sisters best friends window, and take her virginity. That best friend being none other than Zoey. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever met. He knew he was young, and everything felt sappy as hell to even think about. But he really couldn’t help it. Not with her. Thats how he knew whatever it was he felt was realistic at least to some extent.

After taking a deep breath, he headed out. His parents were out anyway, and his sister was asleep. It was close to two in the morning, but they had agreed to meet at that time so that way they were truly uninterrupted. He snuck to her house, and climbed up to her bedroom window, knocking on it lightly when he got there and waiting for her to let him in. He was nervous, and he knew exactly why. But he pushed it aside, knowing this was about her. And he just hoped he didn’t disappoint her being that while he was experienced, he knew it was her first time and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as she could.

What had she done? Why had she asked this of him? Zoey, she was fifteen years old and outside of her best friend and her sanctuary, school, her life was a living hell. Her father was a drunk, an abuser, and just a downright terrible person. He instilled the fear of god into her most days, especially the ones where she could hear her mother sobbing from her battle wounds… That was why she wanted this – plus the fact she was pretty much in love with Chuck. She’d been crushing on her best friend’s older brother for as long as she could remember. It had taken a lot of courage to get the nerve to ask him, and the fact he said yes, well, it made her heart race. 

They arranged a specific time, a time she knew no one would be able to bother them. She’d taken most of the evening to prepare herself for this, making sure she shaved her legs until they were as smooth as marble. Underneath her arms, moisturizing every inch of her body. She was nervous, of course she was. This was her first time, with one of, if not the most, attractive guy in school. A guy she knew who wouldn’t go around tomorrow and tell everyone what happened… A guy who when they were alone, he was sweet and kind. He was a good man to his little sister – her best friend. Shaking her head, Zoey couldn’t focus on that right now. It was 1:45 am, and he would be here soon.

Earlier in the week after their little agreement, Zoey took what money she had saved up and went down to the lingerie shop in the mall. Most of the lace and thongs intimidated her. But, she found a cute little bra and pantie set that wasn’t too scary. It was the softest fabric she’d ever felt, and the way it clung to her breasts, new assets she still were figuring out how to use, well, Zoey thought she looked good in it. Plus, she figured it made her look more adult. After all, Chuck was 17, he was practically an adult himself. She wanted to look good for him. 

That was why she waited until now to spray some of her favorite perfume on, and brush her hair for the millionth time. She even went as far as lighting a couple candles and arranging her bed to look more inviting. She’d also stripped off her High School Musical sheets for her mature silver sheet set. She also had extra bedding in her closet if things got..messy. She had everything prepared that she could think of. But when it came close to 2 o’clock, Zoey found herself wrapping up in her robe as the nerves began to set in. What if he didn’t like her? What if she did something wrong? What if her boobs weren’t big enough? Or he thought her nipples were weird? That they were too pink or…something. 

The light knocking on her window had her heart racing and carefully she climbed off of her bed to unlock it and let him in. She swallowed when she stepped back, letting him climb into her bedroom. She tightened her grip on her robe. This was what she wanted, what she asked of him. She couldn’t be nervous because…what if she never got this chance again? Not just with him, but anyone? “You came..” She whispered, still shocked he agreed to this so easily and her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Dear god, he was so hot.. 

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When he saw Zoey approach the window, he could only see her within the light of the candles as her room was dark with the lights off otherwise. Once he climbed inside, he looked down at her. He had to be almost a foot taller than her, especially with her barefoot right in front of him. He couldn’t see the pinkness on her cheeks, but he could sense her nerves especially in her tone.

“Of course I did..” He said softly, his voice sweet and the look in his eyes so pure. “You know…” he said, his tone still soft as his large hands moved to the hands she had gripped at her robe. He then placed them over hers and pulled them away from holding the robe tighter against her, and now were being placed in his own hands. He looked down at her for a moment, “We don’t have to do this, if you’re nervous. We can just sleep..” He whispered softly. Of course he’d have to sneak out before her parents awoke.

Chuck was different than most guys. And even that aside, he genuinely cared for Zoey. She was a really important, really, more so, addition to his family. One that only became more apart of the family as the years passed. “I don’t want you to regret anything.” He told her softly.

[joekeerys]

[adauntlessangel]

@innumerablemusings

[innumerablemusings-blog]

teen!au

Chuck Bartowski was a seventeen year old, just beginning his senior year of high school. Finally, after all these years of detentions, being sent to the office, and ultimately being the trouble maker he was, he was graduating. And despite being a trouble maker, he was quite intelligent. And his trouble making was never too bad. At worst, he would skip class, or leave the school without permission, or something dumb ultimately resulting in him knowing the faculty way too much. But yet, here he was, senior year, on the verge of graduation. Or, kind of, being that it was on September and he had nine months or so to go.

He had a pretty good life aside from his trouble making. His parents were pretty wealthy, his sister was responsible and always seemed to have herself together, they were truly considered a normal family. Speaking of his sister though, his sister had a friend. One of which, Chuck had crushed on for awhile now despite keeping those details to himself all things considered. So recently, when she had asked him to do what she had asked him to do, he had found himself stuck between what he wanted, what she wanted, and the right thing.

Somehow, the “right” thing was too much of a blurred line. A grey area. So he just said, “yes.” And now, he was getting dressed after showering to head over, sneak through his sisters best friends window, and take her virginity. That best friend being none other than Zoey. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever met. He knew he was young, and everything felt sappy as hell to even think about. But he really couldn’t help it. Not with her. Thats how he knew whatever it was he felt was realistic at least to some extent.

After taking a deep breath, he headed out. His parents were out anyway, and his sister was asleep. It was close to two in the morning, but they had agreed to meet at that time so that way they were truly uninterrupted. He snuck to her house, and climbed up to her bedroom window, knocking on it lightly when he got there and waiting for her to let him in. He was nervous, and he knew exactly why. But he pushed it aside, knowing this was about her. And he just hoped he didn’t disappoint her being that while he was experienced, he knew it was her first time and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as she could.

[adauntlessangel]

innumerablemusings:

It was not difficult for Chuck to notice every single detail of her as she laid on top of him. The same details that left him in need, desperately, to fulfill his desires with her. Pent up desires that were spilling out and building as every second moved forward. His hands found her zipper, holding in a low groan as she ground her hips against him, that only adding onto his desire and making him become more aware of the stiffness between his legs, the same stiffness that would soon be evident enough to press against her.

His hands ground the zipper of her dress, the way the dress clang to her was the reason why he was nothing less than eager to get it off her. Because he desperately wanted access to what was under it. As his shirt buttons were undone, one by one, he allowed her to finish, pushing it off before resuming in helping her with her dress. He pull it downward in the midst of their kissing, the material pulling at her push up bra, only pulling it off more causing him to very slightly- unnoticeablyy grin. Finally, he helped helped pull the dress over her head, leaving her in just her panties and push up bra.

Effortlessly, they went from sitting to him standing, picking her up. Her legs were firm around his waist and he looked at her for a moment with lustful eyes before kissing her, only pulling away a moment to see where he was going as he headed toward his bedroom. Once he reached it, he laid her down on his bed carefully before hovering over her, just fully realizing how different in size they were as he laid like this over her. He then leaned down and kissed her sweetly, his body pressed between her legs, the bulge in his pants pressed firmly against her core being the position they laid in, and him kissing her deeper.

At this point, there was no turning back. Not unless she wanted to. And he wanted to savor every last moment he had with her. Making up for years worth of lost time.

That sound…it sent tremors down the girl’s spine. Her blonde curls spilling over her shoulders. Pink lips swollen and abused from their intense kisses but she didn’t care. The way her dress went slack around her had her shivering against him. The cool air of the room around them cascading along her perfect skin. Her lips parted as she leaned back, lifting her arms up to help him remove her dress. A small part of her felt shy suddenly as she realized what she was about to do with him. Granted, she wanted it more than anything. But this was her first love, the first person she ever cared about this way…and the way he was looking at her made her whimper softly in need. 

Her arms wrapped around his neck securely as he lifted her up into his arms. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she could feel how she was affecting him, and it made her skin warm. He was strong, and she marveled at the way his muscles moved as he walked into his bedroom. The coolness of his sheets against her flustered skin made her gasp. Chuck’s body hovering above hers was something she’d dreamt about many times throughout her teenage years. Now, after all this time, after everything. To finally have him here, like this, she didn’t want to waste another second. 

She cried out when he pressed against her sensitive core. Her panties were wet, and they clung to her like a second skin. The added weight of him between her thighs had her moaning against his mouth. Her hands wandered across his body only to find themselves resting at the back of his neck once again. Her kisses slowed, turning from frenzied passion to slow and desire filled. She wanted this to last, to savor it. To feel every inch of his body against her own. 

Zoey’s heart was beating erratically in her chest, it was as if she was experiencing her first time all over again. Except this time, it was the right guy, and she just hoped she was everything he wanted. 

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Chuck’s lips found it way all along her body. He kissed her lips, and the kisses were slow and sweet as they moved down her throat, along her collarbones in repeated notions before moving down her chest. He’d was now exploring territory he’d never thought he would be able to, and it had never felt more right. His large hands moved underneath her, carefully unclasping her bra before letting it fall aside and letting his eyes wander over her full breasts, the same ones that had teased him in that heavenly dress she wore earlier.

One hand stayed on her bare back underneath her, while the other ran up her bare-flat stomach, over her chest, hand brushing against both her breasts before his hand ran over her throat. Suddenly, the tension went from sweet to sexy as her gripped at her throat in the lightest way before his hand naturally moved to cup her cheek, face moving down to kiss her sweetly as they laid now bare chest to chest against each other. The only thing that kept them apart was his pants, and her panties.

His lips wandered again, as though they were finishing what they had started before he got interrupted with her bra. They were quicker now, more intense, more needy as they moved along her, reaching her collarbones against before traveling down her chest, pressing kisses along both of her breasts before putting his focus on just one, tongue swirling around her hardening nipple as he teased it, before attaching his lips eagerly and massaging her nipple with his tongue. He then repeated this gesture on her other breast before his kisses continued down her stomach.

[adauntlessangel]

innumerablemusings:

When Chuck had kissed her, it had almost surprised him as well. How quickly he did, and how quickly the tension rose, making it easy to get caught up in the moment, and in her. He hadn’t had her, this person he had desired (in more ways than one) since high school. Suddenly when all those suppressed feelings come to a rise, it really had an impact, he guessed. Or, well, didn’t have to guess because the proof was in this moment alone. And the best (and probably worst part) about it was that it was amazing. The kiss, their bodies pressed together, the feeling of her in his lap.

Finally, he moved forward, instead of kissing her lips, his own lips moved down her neck, the movements slow but sensual and the kisses passionate against her delicate skin. His hands placed on her back, running along it and then finding the front of her, moving to caress her legs that laid spread around him. He then moved them to cup her ass carefully, before pulling her body to press up against his even more so, as though he could not satisfy the craving of their closeness. He constantly needed more.

His lips eventually found their way back up her neck and to her ear, hot breath against her - all of the breathlessness because of of and the passion he had share with her. But he wasn’t done yet, “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He said, finding her attractive in a way he had never seen before. Lips swelled, hair a mess, light red spots against her neck that would easily got away within the next few minutes from his kisses. Her cheeks were pink and her dress as sprawled up a good amount, enough for him to know what color panties she wore. After he whispered those words, he placed a kiss underneath her ear, on her cheek-ish area, following that with a kiss on her cheek before he kissed her lips again. It was as though he couldn’t stop, and he wanted to kiss every square in of her a million times to make up for all of these years he didn’t, and couldn’t.

This was something Zoey had fantasized about since she was 12 years old, 10 if she was honest but that seemed a bit strange. None of it mattered now considering she was kissing him like he was the last man she would ever kiss. Deep down, she hoped he would be. After tonight, after this kiss, she never wanted to kiss anyone but him again. Never to feel anyone but his arms wrapped around her slim frame. Pulling her against his chest, having her dress move up over her thighs exposing her creamy thighs as she adjusted herself on his lap. Zoey was fighting the urge to grind her hips against his own, to show him just how much she wanted him. 

Soft, sweet moans left her lips as he broke off their kiss. Only to trace his gorgeous mouth across her throat. Decorating it with love-bites and her fingers tugged on his dark locks. “Chuck..” She gasped his name softly, every little suck against her skin sent waves of heat crashing through her body only to pool between the apex of her exposed thighs. Her dark purple lacey panties just on display enough to tease him. Her matching strapless bra and the material of her dress were straining against the fullness of her breasts. Her rapid breaths along with the way he was gripping her, it left little to the imagination. 

Those three words had a strangled moan leave her, a desperate sound and she couldn’t help it. His large hands cupping the perfect curves of her ass forced her to grind her hips against his. With her fingers having a mind of their own they detangled themselves from his hair. Moving down they unbuttoned his shirt enough to expose his chest. With little hesitation, she ran her palms across his chest, down his sternum as he kissed behind her ear – one of her sweet spots. “Oh god..” She whispered as his mouth claimed hers again, her quiet moan vibrating between them as she wrapped her arms around him once again, throwing herself into another soul-crushing kiss. 

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It was not difficult for Chuck to notice every single detail of her as she laid on top of him. The same details that left him in need, desperately, to fulfill his desires with her. Pent up desires that were spilling out and building as every second moved forward. His hands found her zipper, holding in a low groan as she ground her hips against him, that only adding onto his desire and making him become more aware of the stiffness between his legs, the same stiffness that would soon be evident enough to press against her.

His hands ground the zipper of her dress, the way the dress clang to her was the reason why he was nothing less than eager to get it off her. Because he desperately wanted access to what was under it. As his shirt buttons were undone, one by one, he allowed her to finish, pushing it off before resuming in helping her with her dress. He pull it downward in the midst of their kissing, the material pulling at her push up bra, only pulling it off more causing him to very slightly- unnoticeablyy grin. Finally, he helped helped pull the dress over her head, leaving her in just her panties and push up bra.

Effortlessly, they went from sitting to him standing, picking her up. Her legs were firm around his waist and he looked at her for a moment with lustful eyes before kissing her, only pulling away a moment to see where he was going as he headed toward his bedroom. Once he reached it, he laid her down on his bed carefully before hovering over her, just fully realizing how different in size they were as he laid like this over her. He then leaned down and kissed her sweetly, his body pressed between her legs, the bulge in his pants pressed firmly against her core being the position they laid in, and him kissing her deeper.

At this point, there was no turning back. Not unless she wanted to. And he wanted to savor every last moment he had with her. Making up for years worth of lost time.

[stillsarahschuck]

stefan & elena: green light

[adauntlessangel]

innumerablemusings:

Chuck felt Zoey’s lips press against his, and after initial surprise in the kiss itself despite the tension being too thick to not lead to the kiss. He kissed her back, the kiss gentle and soft. It was sweet and revealing and personal. Suddenly though, he couldn’t help himself. His arms wrapped around her small frame and he easily lifted her a bit, moving her fully into his lap, their closeness making the intensity even more so.

He had honestly wanted to do this for a long time. To kiss her, and touch her, and be around her. But time, distance, life really… it just all got in the way and things changed. Somehow, he was right here right now with this insanely gorgeous girl in his lap, the same one he’s cared so deeply for since he was in high school. Finally, after moments of starring into her glossy blue eyes with his own brown ones, he kissed her, confirming the unfinished business that remained from her kiss. This kiss was the exact opposite of the previous. He kissed her hard, suddenly years of pent up passion he, himself didn’t even know had been so deeply suppressed came out within the kiss, biting at her bottom lip playfully as the kiss got more intense.

His arms were completely around her, hands resting in her hair, the position allowing him to press her body up against his own. No, he did not plan on doing this. Getting this intense. Not when he invited her. And she knew him, she had to know that. But he couldn’t stop himself. Not now, not after all of this time. If she had wanted to, he would, but until she pushed him away, he didn’t think he was capable of pulling away himself. They’d connected tonight, emotionally and suddenly- maybe it was the guy in him mixed with the hopeless romantic in him, but he wanted to show her exactly how special he thought she was.

It was quite easy to see the way he was so all over her, but the tenderness and chemistry that came with it just went to show just how much unfinished business that really had suppressed all these years.

The way Chuck was kissing her now – it wasn’t the sweet romance they’d shared moments ago. It was fiery, passionate. A way a girl wanted to be kissed that most men didn’t know how to deliver. His teeth pressing into the flesh of her fleshy bottom lip pulled a moan to the surface. Her small fingers moving to tangle themselves in his dark, silky locks. She moved with him as he pulled her small frame onto his lap. The strength of his arms around her pleased her in ways she didn’t know she could be pleased. The amount of passion and serenity added into her kisses. Her mouth moved against his own with abandon now, and she kissed him like she wanted to for so long. Her mind was drugged with the taste of his breath on her tongue. The way he smelled, and his fingers pressing against her. 

All rational thoughts were tossed out the window because she was kissing the guy. Her guy. Her dream guy and he was kissing her back…as if he felt the same…maybe…maybe… “Chuck..” She whispered between their fevered pecks. Her fingers tugging on his hair, pulling him closer. This was….a once in a lifetime connection, and they both got that second chance…and she was not going to waste a single second of it. She wanted to show him the depth of her feelings – if he’d let her. With the monsters out of the way all that was left was nothing but light and happiness. 

The air between them was passed back and forth, oxygen becoming thin and desire pumping through her veins. This is what it was like to kiss him, to be with him…to be held by him…and now that she knew what it felt like, Zoey never wanted to let him go. 

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When Chuck had kissed her, it had almost surprised him as well. How quickly he did, and how quickly the tension rose, making it easy to get caught up in the moment, and in her. He hadn’t had her, this person he had desired (in more ways than one) since high school. Suddenly when all those suppressed feelings come to a rise, it really had an impact, he guessed. Or, well, didn’t have to guess because the proof was in this moment alone. And the best (and probably worst part) about it was that it was amazing. The kiss, their bodies pressed together, the feeling of her in his lap.

Finally, he moved forward, instead of kissing her lips, his own lips moved down her neck, the movements slow but sensual and the kisses passionate against her delicate skin. His hands placed on her back, running along it and then finding the front of her, moving to caress her legs that laid spread around him. He then moved them to cup her ass carefully, before pulling her body to press up against his even more so, as though he could not satisfy the craving of their closeness. He constantly needed more.

His lips eventually found their way back up her neck and to her ear, hot breath against her - all of the breathlessness because of of and the passion he had share with her. But he wasn’t done yet, “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He said, finding her attractive in a way he had never seen before. Lips swelled, hair a mess, light red spots against her neck that would easily got away within the next few minutes from his kisses. Her cheeks were pink and her dress as sprawled up a good amount, enough for him to know what color panties she wore. After he whispered those words, he placed a kiss underneath her ear, on her cheek-ish area, following that with a kiss on her cheek before he kissed her lips again. It was as though he couldn’t stop, and he wanted to kiss every square in of her a million times to make up for all of these years he didn’t, and couldn’t.

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Chuck just starred at her, listening to her. They were so incredibly close now, magnets pulling them together once again. After a moment, them now just inches apart sitting on the couch, he extended his arms out and wrapped them around her small frame, one that fit nicely against him. He could probably just lay there with her for hours and not get sick of it, thats how holding her made him feel. One of his hands was placed on her lower back, the other in her hair. It was a comforting embrace, one filled with such tenderness and intensity yet sweetness and comfort.

Pulling back from the hug, physically they remained closer than ever as his hand had stayed in her hair, and his other hand had remained on her back. The tension was rising a bit, for him at least, and he almost needed to pinch himself because he needed to remember who this was, what they were talking about, and that he genuinely cared about her. The last thing he would want to do was make her uncomfortable. His thumb ran over her cheek, brushing the tear underneath one of her eyes away gently. “You are strong. And smart. And brave. Even if you don’t feel it. You are, you know.” He told her. His voice was soft, like a whisper.

She had come so far, and clearly had gone through so much. It made him have no doubt in every word that left his mouth.

Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. Perfectly. Her small frame fit into the curves and dips of his large body, but it wasn’t overwhelming. She felt safe. Her left hand was resting against his throat as she gazed at him from beneath her long lashes. Her facial features softened as he spoke again, and this time when she leaned into him. There was no hesitation. 

Zoey’s mouth pressed against his, gingerly at first. Softer than a butterflies wing against a rose petal. She didn’t want to frighten him with a fully passionate peck, even though deep down that was what she wanted to do. To let him feel every emotion he’d ever sent through her. But for now, just the warm softness of his mouth pressing against her own. Was more than enough to satisfy every hunger, every desire, and every fiber of her being. It was everything she could have imagined, but so much better. Her imagination truly did the male before her no justice. Her fingers gripped his skin lightly, letting him know she cared, that she didn’t want to release her hold on him. That she would rather die than let him go in this moment as every nerve in her body exploded in passion. Her butterflies blooming into fireworks with every soft move of her lips. 

After a moment or two she pulled back from their tender kiss, just long enough for his gaze to find her own. She didn’t say anything, her eyes held the words that she couldn’t find the strength to say in that moment. But they were there. Telling him how much she cared for him, and that after all this time, she still did. That…maybe something was growing between them and this time, their second chance, they shouldn’t waste it. “Chuck..” His name left her in the softest of moans. The silky undertone to her voice an invitation for him to kiss her again – and for him to never, ever, let her go again. 

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Chuck felt Zoey’s lips press against his, and after initial surprise in the kiss itself despite the tension being too thick to not lead to the kiss. He kissed her back, the kiss gentle and soft. It was sweet and revealing and personal. Suddenly though, he couldn’t help himself. His arms wrapped around her small frame and he easily lifted her a bit, moving her fully into his lap, their closeness making the intensity even more so.

He had honestly wanted to do this for a long time. To kiss her, and touch her, and be around her. But time, distance, life really… it just all got in the way and things changed. Somehow, he was right here right now with this insanely gorgeous girl in his lap, the same one he’s cared so deeply for since he was in high school. Finally, after moments of starring into her glossy blue eyes with his own brown ones, he kissed her, confirming the unfinished business that remained from her kiss. This kiss was the exact opposite of the previous. He kissed her hard, suddenly years of pent up passion he, himself didn’t even know had been so deeply suppressed came out within the kiss, biting at her bottom lip playfully as the kiss got more intense.

His arms were completely around her, hands resting in her hair, the position allowing him to press her body up against his own. No, he did not plan on doing this. Getting this intense. Not when he invited her. And she knew him, she had to know that. But he couldn’t stop himself. Not now, not after all of this time. If she had wanted to, he would, but until she pushed him away, he didn’t think he was capable of pulling away himself. They’d connected tonight, emotionally and suddenly- maybe it was the guy in him mixed with the hopeless romantic in him, but he wanted to show her exactly how special he thought she was.

It was quite easy to see the way he was so all over her, but the tenderness and chemistry that came with it just went to show just how much unfinished business that really had suppressed all these years.

[adauntlessangel]

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Chuck had taken in all of the words she spoke as she revealed her story to him. He knew the more she revealed to him, the more he needed to just allow her to speak. To let all of the emotions flood out. So that was what he did. She was very emotional, and that caused the sympathetic gaze to meet hers. No pity, just sense of understanding. Maybe he didn’t go through what she had gone through, but he understood it pained her deeper than he could ever imagine and honestly, he just wanted to comfort her. She had clearly gone through more pain than he ever knew, and it made him regret all of the times he almost went to talk to her and decided against it. Maybe if he had gone there, if he had seen it all- the setting, so much as the looks on their faces when he walked in… he could of noticed something was up. Or, he could of stopped it. Or, he could of gotten them help. Something,

Deep down, he knew it wasn’t his fault. But even deeper down, he felt a sense of guilt. No, he had literally no control over that situation. But if he could have, he wished he did. And he very well could have had he did certain things just slightly different (Damn, how much did this apply to his current situation?) His eyes looked slightly glossed themselves. Not with tears, but more emotion in general. Like her words effected him in a way deeper than just two acquaintances.

After she finished speaking officially, he decided to do something. It was slightly, risky… in a sense. But only because of the intimacy behind it, and the fact that he liked her which made him want to be that… intimate with her. He scooted over a little bit closer to her, slowly lifting his hand to her cheek, touching her as though she were as precious as a feather, running his hand over her cheek and toward her hair ever so slowly. He ran his hand, brushing her hair behind her ear, thumb resting lightly and caressing her cheek now. “You are so brave…” he said, voice light as he spoke. “I can’t begin to know what you went through. But just when I can’t think you’re more incredible, you prove to be the strongest person I’ve ever met.” He said softly, and he meant the words he said.

Chuck had not once in his life ever met someone who had gone through so much, who had worked so hard, and who had come so far. There was so much he didn’t know about her. That was clear. But somehow the more he learned about her, even the “ugly,”  it just made him want to know more. His hand remained resting gently on her cheek before he removed it, realizing how long the moment lasted and hoping he didn’t totally freak her out.

Her blue eyes widened when she saw him reaching for her, she couldn’t understand his response. Though, when he touched her, an insane amount of relaxation hit her. Just like earlier at the baby shower, his touch granted her with a sense of calming that she had never experienced before. It was soul nourishing, he was healing her. Inevitably, her face leaned into his large palm. The warmth radiating from his skin sinking into her own, leaving her cheeks red with embarrassment and a tinge of shyness. His words, they weren’t what she expected and they made her lips part in shock. Was she brave? Maybe she was. She never felt like it though, not before…not now. Maybe that was something that needed to change – maybe she should be more brave? 

With that thought in her mind, along with her jumbled emotions and the fact he was touching her – she felt like leaning into him and doing something she dreamed about since she was little. But would it be okay? Would he return her embrace or would he reject her? Though when he seemed to remove his hand Zoey exhaled softly, a small huff. She missed his fingers against her skin, brushing through her golden locks. The stupid little girl in her wanted to sit there and marvel over the fact he thought she was incredible.But she wasn’t a little girl anymore, she didn’t have to be afraid. She could be…brave. 

So with that thought in her mind, Zoey licked her lips as her blue eyes gazed into his dark brown orbs. He was staring at her as if she were a myth – a prize possession. Something that only someone so lucky was able to gaze upon, even after her horror story. Without realizing it, Zoey was leaning in towards him. Drawn together like magnets. Her fingers were shaking so much anymore as she reached out to caress his face. Her eyes gauging his reaction, making sure she didn’t overstep a boundary. “I don’t feel strong..” She admitted softly as she leaned in closer, to where her breath was fanning against his face. “I feel like a father, with a simple breeze I’ll be pushed over and forgotten.” She whispered, her blue eyes darkening with the reality behind her words. “But today, today I didn’t feel like that..” licking her bottom lip she exhaled slowly as she looked over his handsome face. “I haven’t felt the way I did today, in a very, very long time..” She confessed. “Today was the first time I really have felt…happy in what feels like forever.” She shook her head as she sniffled a bit. A couple tears still stuck in her throat even though she wasn’t reliving a nightmare. Instead, she was embracing a dream. 

“I think…I felt that way.. No…no.” She shook her head and gave him a smaller smile now. “I know, it was because of you..” Him, and Ellie. But, deep down she knew it had more to do with him. “So, maybe I am brave…or really stupid but..” She moved her fingers to rest behind his neck, her actions being quite clear for what she wanted to do. “I just…when I’m with you I feel safe again..like…no one can hurt me.” She whispered, wishing for his arms to be around her like a fortress, for him to never let her go. Not now at least, not after she ripped off her shell and she was left exposed. “Chuck..” She looked over his face once more, reading his features to see if it was okay…to see if she wasn’t invading his space. She didn’t feel like she was, in fact, this felt right. Again – like magnets. “I was never scared when I thought of you..” 

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Chuck just starred at her, listening to her. They were so incredibly close now, magnets pulling them together once again. After a moment, them now just inches apart sitting on the couch, he extended his arms out and wrapped them around her small frame, one that fit nicely against him. He could probably just lay there with her for hours and not get sick of it, thats how holding her made him feel. One of his hands was placed on her lower back, the other in her hair. It was a comforting embrace, one filled with such tenderness and intensity yet sweetness and comfort.

Pulling back from the hug, physically they remained closer than ever as his hand had stayed in her hair, and his other hand had remained on her back. The tension was rising a bit, for him at least, and he almost needed to pinch himself because he needed to remember who this was, what they were talking about, and that he genuinely cared about her. The last thing he would want to do was make her uncomfortable. His thumb ran over her cheek, brushing the tear underneath one of her eyes away gently. “You are strong. And smart. And brave. Even if you don’t feel it. You are, you know.” He told her. His voice was soft, like a whisper.

She had come so far, and clearly had gone through so much. It made him have no doubt in every word that left his mouth.

[adauntlessangel]

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Coming with the years of knowing her, Chuck had began to pick up on things. Little and big things. Like right now? He knew she was withholding the truth. And even if he didn’t fully know why, he did know it probably had to do with some sort of fear of telling him whatever it was she was keeping from him. Why the fear was there, he didn’t know. But he guessed… just hoped that moving forward whatever conversation they had would put some clarity to that.

“Zoey…” he stopped her, voice now a bit more serious to show he genuinely cared what he was asking her about. He knew her words following  were her trying to brush off the point of conversation he asked her about was only a way of deflecting. She was avoiding the initial question and that only made him want to know more. “I know something… happened. I don’t know what. I don’t know the extent. But I do know that theres something you’re holding back.” He told her. He wasn’t stupid. He knew she knew that, but you’d really have to be stupid to not see the obvious- to see what he saw. “And I know that I said we don’t have to talk about it. And we don’t. But you can’t pretend like whatever it is…. Doesn’t exist…” he said, voice soft. He truly was trying not to push but found himself digging himself deeper as each word fell from his mouth. So he decided to put an end to that. He cared to much to scare her off. And selfishly he wanted to spend more time with her, and he feared he would lose that time if he pushed her and she decided to leave.

“I just want you to know.. I’m not here to judge. But…. Thats all I’m going to say. I won’t push anymore. Whatever we talk about is up to you. I just… care. You know?” He said to her, his voice sweet, eyes practically puppy eyes now. He desperately wanted her to trust him but knew sometimes it wasn’t that simple. The more he pushed, the more she would pull away, probably. “You’ll bail me out of jail, huh?” He said, going back to what she had last said before he went off on a whole….. dialogue of heavy stuff. Heavier than either of them had probably expected. “Glad to know your loyalty lies with the Bartowski clan.” He said in a soft, joking tone with an evident smile.

This…this was not the conversation she expected them to have. But what did she expect after all this time? Ellie had that same expression, it was like they were trying to pry your soul from your body. Zoey, a part of her wanted to tell him the truth. To let the monsters out so only light could come in, but she hadn’t felt this way is so long. All of the emotions she was feeling right then and there, some she never even experienced before. The depth behind them, the way her heart clenched with every painful beat brought her closer to giving in. To crying in front of him and telling him how her father used to beat her mother, and how he forced her to watch. How he would scream at her mother, and in her face how it was always their fault…it was only when her mother started bleeding that was when he would stop, and they would hide. Hide from everyone, always the ruse how Mrs. Eaton was so clumsy. Zoey was always sick… Strange how so many people believed it. But maybe, maybe they just didn’t want to see the truth. So, they looked away. When Zoey got a bit older, she locked herself away, blocking herself from them. Becuase with every new bruise, her mother’s skin hardened. Until the brave woman was covered in armor that he forced on her. Armor she used to fight back, only to end up leaving Zoey completely, and utterly alone. 

He never hurt Zoey, not like he did her mother. Granted he’d throw her against a wall or her bedroom door. She couldn’t stand the smell of whiskey or beer ever since – it repelled her entirely. But the smell of his breath used to make her sick. His large, scary frame was a real monster at the end of her hallway. She used to scream and run into her room, locking her bedroom door and blocking it with her bookcase. Sometimes going as far as moving her desk if she felt too scared. It had been..terrifying. Yet somehow, she and her mother survived – and they became stronger because of it. But it left scars that went far deeper beneath the skin. It left marks on her soul to the point she was afraid to trust anyone. How could she? Ellie…Ellie had been her one true friend through and through. Ellie, her books, and the one man (boy at the time) they helped her survive a monster. A terror. They…kept her alive in a sense. But the fact he didn’t know meant Ellie kept her promise, drunk or not, she never told anyone. Now, though, after today, would she tell Chuck? The words leaving his lips…he knew…he knew and would he ask Ellie? No. No. He should hear it from her, Zoey, directly. 

Zoey’s head started shaking when Chuck began going on about what she’d said. Though what he said about loyalties, she smiled, a smile reserved only for him as tears filled her eyes. She laughed softly but it was a sad sound – she couldn’t run from a man who saw through her walls. She couldn’t run from a man, not this man, who she cared for so deeply that time didn’t seem to change that. “Well of course..” She whispered softly, tears riding on the edge of her voice. “I mean, if it wasn’t for the Bartowski clan…I…” She looked down, a small sob escaping her as she looked back up at him. “You saved me..” She licked her lips. “Your family..” She soon corrected, though she really did mean him. Him and Ellie, their parents…no one ever said anything. But somehow Zoey knew that Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski knew what went on behind her front door. “Um..” She mumbled softly as a shaky hand moved to wipe under her eye, only to realize it was wet. Oh. She was crying. Great. Brilliant. But the dam broke – and there was no stopping this flood. 

Exhaling slowly Zoey gathered what little strength she had. After thirty seconds of silence, she nodded slowly. “You’re right.” She licked her lips as she looked up at him, trying to remain strong she shook her head. “Um. But…it, it’s not just something. It’s…a lot of things. Well, kind of I..” She was rambling, she did that when she was nervous, scared, shocked… even stressed. “It uh…uhm.” She bit her bottom lip before sighing softly and her blue eyes moved to his face. He needed to know…if he wanted to be involved, too…’talk’ the way he suggested. He should know. She was safe now, she was never going to be in that situation again, it was okay. “Do you…remember when my father..” She grimaced at the word. He was no father, he was a coward. A son of a bitch. A bastard. “L-lost his job? From the company?” When he nodded she continued her story, her hands shaking on her lap so she gripped them together tightly, her knuckles straining beneath her skin. “Well…he didn’t handle it well.” The look on her face, she wasn’t there anymore. She was….back in her childhood home. Reliving those traumatic moments. After all, Chuck was no stranger….he had known her, and this was something from her past, she didn’t want to risk a potential future with him…by keeping a secret. “He um, started drinking.” She whispered softly. “A lot..” She looked down at her lap, the comforting lilac making her a little dizzy so she looked back up at him again. “It…it started off as him just, coming home late. M-my parents would argue. It was so loud..” She shook her head, cringing at the memory of it in her mind. “It would wake me up, but one night. I heard a loud bang so..I-I crawled out of bed and…I walked into my parents room. M-m-my mom was crying, she was on the floor holding her face.” Zoey exhaled sharply, the sound similar to that of a sob and a hiccup. “She was bleeding.” She whimpered. 

“My dad was…h-he was kicking her. Yelling th-that it was her fault he lost the job.” Zoey looked up at the roof as she tried to keep her breathing even. It was stupid how it still affected her this much. But maybe it didn’t, maybe it was the fact she was telling Chuck… “I didn’t know what to do but I couldn’t let him hurt her so..I went in and begged him to stop. I hit him, as hard as I could but, I didn’t do anything..I was too small.” She bit her bottom lip harshly. “H-he shoved me and told me to go to my room if I knew what was good for me.” Her jaw was sharp, the memories painful but they made her angry. Like she wanted to hit him now. “That was the first night…and it only got worse.” She sighed and straightened her back, not wanting to go over the many horrors she witnessed, that one was enough to get the point across. “You, you remember my mom always at the doctor, and how she kept breaking her arm?” She asked softly, she didn’t say anything she just shook her head. “It was him.” Licking her lips she scoffed at the memory now, wishing she knew what to do back then. To get help. To do something… “I would miss school so I could stay home and help her. Or try to at least…but I couldn’t really do anything else when he came home…he was always so angry at her. At me.” She blanched. Laughing softly at the image she admitted. “I used to block the door with my bookcase, you know the big one? I guess it was all the adrenaline because I have no idea how I was able to push it.” She looked down, fiddling with her dress as she squeezed her eyes shut. “It got better…when she got stronger. I don’t know how, but…she stood up to him, but in the process, she left me behind. She, she threw herself into her work. Leaving me home alone with him, but. He couldn’t get his kicks out of beating me like he did her – so, he sobered up, I’m pretty sure he was cheating on her…but I have no proof. But, he got the new job and then I was alone.” She looked over his face, afraid to see how he’d react. 

“So you see, I don’t know if your parents knew…I…I didn’t tell Ellie until a couple years ago, but.” She bit her bottom lip. “If it wasn’t for them, for you two..” Though maybe he wouldn’t understand the part involving him. They never interacted much when they were younger. Hopefully, he wouldn’t question it – that would be too much revealing – wouldn’t it? “I don’t think I would have…I don’t think I’d be where I am today. So..” She sniffled as she wiped under her eyes once more and rubbed her hands together. “Yeah, I’d definitely bail you out of jail.” She gave him a small smile, though fear was obvious in her eyes. What would happen now? Her secret was out. What would he do? 

“Because I care about you too.” She finished. 

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Chuck had taken in all of the words she spoke as she revealed her story to him. He knew the more she revealed to him, the more he needed to just allow her to speak. To let all of the emotions flood out. So that was what he did. She was very emotional, and that caused the sympathetic gaze to meet hers. No pity, just sense of understanding. Maybe he didn’t go through what she had gone through, but he understood it pained her deeper than he could ever imagine and honestly, he just wanted to comfort her. She had clearly gone through more pain than he ever knew, and it made him regret all of the times he almost went to talk to her and decided against it. Maybe if he had gone there, if he had seen it all- the setting, so much as the looks on their faces when he walked in… he could of noticed something was up. Or, he could of stopped it. Or, he could of gotten them help. Something,

Deep down, he knew it wasn’t his fault. But even deeper down, he felt a sense of guilt. No, he had literally no control over that situation. But if he could have, he wished he did. And he very well could have had he did certain things just slightly different (Damn, how much did this apply to his current situation?) His eyes looked slightly glossed themselves. Not with tears, but more emotion in general. Like her words effected him in a way deeper than just two acquaintances.

After she finished speaking officially, he decided to do something. It was slightly, risky… in a sense. But only because of the intimacy behind it, and the fact that he liked her which made him want to be that… intimate with her. He scooted over a little bit closer to her, slowly lifting his hand to her cheek, touching her as though she were as precious as a feather, running his hand over her cheek and toward her hair ever so slowly. He ran his hand, brushing her hair behind her ear, thumb resting lightly and caressing her cheek now. “You are so brave…” he said, voice light as he spoke. “I can’t begin to know what you went through. But just when I can’t think you’re more incredible, you prove to be the strongest person I’ve ever met.” He said softly, and he meant the words he said.

Chuck had not once in his life ever met someone who had gone through so much, who had worked so hard, and who had come so far. There was so much he didn’t know about her. That was clear. But somehow the more he learned about her, even the “ugly,”  it just made him want to know more. His hand remained resting gently on her cheek before he removed it, realizing how long the moment lasted and hoping he didn’t totally freak her out.

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Chuck went and grabbed her some water, allowing Zoey to make herself comfortable on the couch while he did so. When he came back, he handed it to her before sitting beside her. “Thanks.” He said, his voice soft but a small smile evident as she complimented him. Seeing her just sitting on his couch in his living room made the place feel more at home than it did any other night.

He knew this was quite abrupt. That he was jumping back into a conversation already started and seemingly already ended. But the conversation hadn’t nearly been over yet. Not for him, and he hoped not for her. They had just been at a baby shower, after all.. not exactly the place for deep conversation in general. “Zoe…” he said, a nickname he had adopted just for her over the years. (Literally, seeing as he had known many Zoey’s but only ever gave her a nickname.) “Not to freak you out, or jump back into something we already ended…” he said, his words careful as he didn’t want to scare her off as he dove deeper into more than just light conversation. He knew how easily people in general, but her as well, could go back into their shell if pushed too quickly.

“You deserve to be happy. I can’t begin to understand why you would think otherwise. But then again, I don’t know you as well as I could. Or as well as I want to.” He basically confessed, his words soft and truthful as he spoke. “And we don’t have to get into this. Not right now. I really want to know how you’ve been. What you’ve been up to. But if you ever want to let me know, you know, stuff beyond that. You know you can tell me, right?” He asked her, feeling desperately stupid. He was simply being nice, but he already felt like he was putting his own heart on the line and nothing huge even happened yet. But the only reason he was so…. Easily like this was because he knew she had always had a tough time with this stuff. Emotions like this. And he never was able to find out why. It was her business to tell him, if she ever wanted to, he figured.

While she was sitting there, Zoey felt her heart pick up in beats with every minute she was left alone. Though, thankfully, he didn’t leave her alone very long. Along with her purse, she placed the water on the coffee table as she looked at him. A small part of her knew that they weren’t kids anymore, she was an adult and didn’t need to feel intimidated like this. But when she saw him again, she wanted to reach out and caress he look he had on his face, try and smooth them out. 

Though, everything changed, became sharper. Clearer. When he spoke her childhood nickname and she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. She tensed immediately as he went into She was never good with things like this – with emotions. Raw as he was cutting and it..it scared her. But she trusted him. Her feelings for him they, they let him in past the walls she built up for nearly everyone else. So, instead of getting up and running like she would with anyone else. Zoey sat there, staring at him wide eyed like a deer in the road. He’d taken by surprise by jumping into something so deep, so quickly. 

Of course, he wouldn’t understand, how could he? No one would know, Ellie only found out too many years too late. “Chuck..” She whispered his name, it was a small sound. Soft, defenseless. She didn’t know how to respond in a situation like this. Her mind literally shut down. “Um..” She felt unsteady and she pressed her fingers into small fists against her knees. Laughing softly she gave him a small smile. “I do now, yes.” She couldn’t tell him, not now. Not after the day they had. What would he do? Would he see her differently? She couldn’t handle that if he did… “I just, I’m fine.” She smiled unconvincingly. “If you ever need to tell me anything, you know you can, right?” She felt like a child again – she couldn’t tell him. She was afraid of how he’d treat her – with pity. So, she couldn’t. “Like if you’re in jail and need someone to bail you out.” She laughed softly. “You can call me..” Jail being ‘grownup’ detention.

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Coming with the years of knowing her, Chuck had began to pick up on things. Little and big things. Like right now? He knew she was withholding the truth. And even if he didn’t fully know why, he did know it probably had to do with some sort of fear of telling him whatever it was she was keeping from him. Why the fear was there, he didn’t know. But he guessed… just hoped that moving forward whatever conversation they had would put some clarity to that.

“Zoey…” he stopped her, voice now a bit more serious to show he genuinely cared what he was asking her about. He knew her words following  were her trying to brush off the point of conversation he asked her about was only a way of deflecting. She was avoiding the initial question and that only made him want to know more. “I know something… happened. I don’t know what. I don’t know the extent. But I do know that theres something you’re holding back.” He told her. He wasn’t stupid. He knew she knew that, but you’d really have to be stupid to not see the obvious- to see what he saw. “And I know that I said we don’t have to talk about it. And we don’t. But you can’t pretend like whatever it is…. Doesn’t exist…” he said, voice soft. He truly was trying not to push but found himself digging himself deeper as each word fell from his mouth. So he decided to put an end to that. He cared to much to scare her off. And selfishly he wanted to spend more time with her, and he feared he would lose that time if he pushed her and she decided to leave.

“I just want you to know.. I’m not here to judge. But…. Thats all I’m going to say. I won’t push anymore. Whatever we talk about is up to you. I just… care. You know?” He said to her, his voice sweet, eyes practically puppy eyes now. He desperately wanted her to trust him but knew sometimes it wasn’t that simple. The more he pushed, the more she would pull away, probably. “You’ll bail me out of jail, huh?” He said, going back to what she had last said before he went off on a whole….. dialogue of heavy stuff. Heavier than either of them had probably expected. “Glad to know your loyalty lies with the Bartowski clan.” He said in a soft, joking tone with an evident smile.

[dragonroleplaystarters]

NSFW Starters ||Breeding/Impregnation Kink||

“It’s really true what they say about pregnant people glowing, you’re stunning.” 

“I can’t help it, I love your belly.” 

“I heard women have really intense orgasms when they’re pregnant.”

“Fuck, I love you like this, all rounded with our child…” 

“The hormones are getting to me, so take off your clothes before I take them off of you.” 

“Careful, don’t put too much pressure on your belly. Here, lie on your back, I’ll do all the work.”

“Why are you self-conscious? You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, right now.” 

“Ssh baby, I’m going to fuck you deep and make sure you get pregnant.” 

“You’re not going anywhere now, baby. I’m going to fill you up with my seed.” 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to pump you full of cum.” 

“You’re going to look perfect, carrying my child.” 

“Don’t squirm, sweetheart. You’re my breeding bitch, now.” 

“How does it feel, my come leaking out of you? Knowing that you’ll be a mother?”

“Be a good bitch and lie still so I can fuck you full.”

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Chuck knew deep down she really had no reason to say no, so hoped that she would just give in and say yes. He wasn’t too worried, and he was proved correctly when she finally gave in and said yes. His smile was wide, and he looked genuinely happy that she had agreed to. When they were finally interrupted, breaking their conversation and making it so things went from such intensity to back to about this baby shower, about his sister, about his/their potential niece or nephew.

Was it awful that for a slight moment he thought of her officially being a member of the family “legally” if the two of them ever had gotten a chance to try things. Who knows. Maybe if he had pursued her all those years ago, they could be where Ellie and her husband were at right now. It felt odd, imagining something so intense with someone he has literally never even had a regular relationship with. But being the place he was at in life right now, he could help but have what ifs on a general basis. He crushed on her so long, easily this could of been them had he pursued it and had she felt in any way the same back then.

“Definitely know either way they will probably the most loved baby in the entire world. I don’t really care. But, me, being me, by the looks of this room. I definitely think its going to be a boy. Us Bartowski’s have a way of making an entrance. Everyone expects a girl? Definite boy.” He said, with a chuckle. “What about you?” He asked, curious. From there, the rest of the shower took place. They spoke more, mostly by each others side the entire event but briefly departing to talk with others. He felt like there was a magnet between them though. Every time they would be apart it wouldn’t be long until they found themselves finding their way back in each others direction, not even on purpose. There were laughs, pictures, they watched Ellie open all of the gifts. After about three more hours they finally made their way out, having stayed the entire event until only few remained. He hugged his sister goodbye, and then he turned to Zoey. “Ready to go?” He asked, earning a brief knowing look from Ellie toward Zoey before she tried to cover her obvious smile and walked away leaving the two of them.

After they left, he drove her back to his condo. It was really nice, a a good size for just one person. It was also very clean, and you could tell he didn’t spend too much time there just due to the lack of life within it. In other words, this place was honestly not a place a happy couple with a kid on the way were living. This was a place where a grown man spent a small portion of his time between work and all of the other things that went down in his eventful life. That said, it was nice, beautiful even. Once he parked, and they had gotten inside, he lead her to the living room. “Welcome to my home. Not much too it, but a home nonetheless” he said, a friendly smile. “Do you want anything? To drink, or eat, or something?” He asked, figuring he would get that out of the way before they found themselves drowning in conversation.

The baby shower, Ellie and her husband…it all had her wondering if she and Chuck would have had this. If she ever told him how she felt, even if she was younger than him. What would have happened? Would they have fallen in love? Moved to the same college? Gotten married, and would she be the one with a baby in her stomach now and not Ellie? If so, why did the thought of that make her feel so sad to think she may have missed out on that one chance at true happiness? Maybe it was the writer in her, but that was the most tragic thing she could have ever thought to come to pass for someone. Chuck could easily find a girl to be with, get married, have gorgeous babies because lets face it, he was undeniably gorgeous. She found herself staring at him the remainder of the baby shower. She felt rude how with some people she barely paid attention, and that she just watched him. 

Bumping into Morgan had been…interesting. She always knew he had a crush on her, he was easy to read. Even all these years later – but she always thought if anything he and Ellie would have been cute together. Funny how things worked out. 

Watching Ellie with all of the baby clothes made Zoey envy her best friend all over again. The desire to have a husband, to be pregnant with his child… (Chuck seemingly taking the male place in her little daydream) it left her smiling. But she felt like she was missing out. She acquired everything for her career – that part of her life was accomplished. But this, the important things, she was lacking in it entirely. Though seeing Chuck again, feeling the same way she did all those years ago, it left her…wanting more. More than she ever wanted before – even with her boyfriends prior (the two of them…). She wanted to settle down, to get married, to…have people watch her open up baby toys…

The remainder of the baby shower, she noticed Ellie passing her looks that she couldn’t read. Especially when she was near Chuck – one thing luckily – they weren’t angry. Something she noticed was how her and Chuck moved like magnets. Always coming back together somehow. 

As they left, Zoey gave Ellie another hug goodbye, telling her best friend they’d have a proper girls day before she popped. She wished her friend good luck, and with that she was in Chuck’s car, heading to his place. That buzz of electricity from before was nearly doubled as she sat next to him in his car. Her blue eyes on his face the entire time. Walking into his condo, Zoey was..impressed. It was spacious but not huge. Welcoming….and she felt relieved there was not a hint of a woman’s touch to the place. Something she found herself thinking she could change easily.. 

“Um..” She mumbled softly as she looked around, a small smile on her face. “Water would be okay.” She gave him a small look over before speaking up. “You’ve done well for yourself Chuck, this place it..” She laughed gently. “Amazing.” She licked her lips as she placed her bag on the coffee table and ran her fingers down her dress. Honestly, the blonde was a bit stuffed from the finger or ‘baby’ foods from the shower. Which was kind of a good thing, it left a lot more room for her and Chuck to…’talk’. 

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Chuck went and grabbed her some water, allowing Zoey to make herself comfortable on the couch while he did so. When he came back, he handed it to her before sitting beside her. “Thanks.” He said, his voice soft but a small smile evident as she complimented him. Seeing her just sitting on his couch in his living room made the place feel more at home than it did any other night.

He knew this was quite abrupt. That he was jumping back into a conversation already started and seemingly already ended. But the conversation hadn’t nearly been over yet. Not for him, and he hoped not for her. They had just been at a baby shower, after all.. not exactly the place for deep conversation in general. “Zoe…” he said, a nickname he had adopted just for her over the years. (Literally, seeing as he had known many Zoey’s but only ever gave her a nickname.) “Not to freak you out, or jump back into something we already ended…” he said, his words careful as he didn’t want to scare her off as he dove deeper into more than just light conversation. He knew how easily people in general, but her as well, could go back into their shell if pushed too quickly.

“You deserve to be happy. I can’t begin to understand why you would think otherwise. But then again, I don’t know you as well as I could. Or as well as I want to.” He basically confessed, his words soft and truthful as he spoke. “And we don’t have to get into this. Not right now. I really want to know how you’ve been. What you’ve been up to. But if you ever want to let me know, you know, stuff beyond that. You know you can tell me, right?” He asked her, feeling desperately stupid. He was simply being nice, but he already felt like he was putting his own heart on the line and nothing huge even happened yet. But the only reason he was so…. Easily like this was because he knew she had always had a tough time with this stuff. Emotions like this. And he never was able to find out why. It was her business to tell him, if she ever wanted to, he figured.