Feeling Sorry (Chuck)

[Reira DeMorvick]

Bright cerulean eyes stared back at her as she examined herself in her bathroom mirror. So many things had changed since the last time she was in Long Beach. Sadly, she had to leave the place on unfavourable circumstances; for reasons she couldn’t control whether she wanted to or not. Her cupid bow lips parted slightly, as a tender sigh escaped her lips. There was just so much running through her mind: so much unfamiliar emotions. It was as if a stranger were staring at her now. She had longer hair than before and a new tattoo that ran from the behind her ear along the side of her neck. A delicate finger tip traced her bottom lip on the mirror.

“Jeez, Reira. What are you doing?”

Shaking her head slightly, she ran a hand down the mirror and left the room. She missed being in America. She missed being in her old beach house. She missed Mischa and felt like the biggest bitch in the world for not saying a word to her. But most importantly, she missed Chuck, and felt like an even bigger bitch than the biggest bitch for breaking up with him and leaving without a trace. She loved him more than he knew and leaving him like she did completely broke her heart. However, Reira was a healer and therefore timed closed off those wounds...for a while.

“It’s going to be a long day,” the girl said, as she hopped into her Porsche Carrera, revving the engine in sync with her rising emotions.

The wind blew back her loosely curled hair, the wind pleasant against her skin. She had made a lot of mistakes in her life and if she had learned anything from them; it was fixing those mistakes as soon as possible. She wouldn’t run. Reira was tired of running. After driving around for a while, she parked the car in front of the luxurious hotel, The Palace. Getting out of the car, she smoothed out her thigh length, form fitting, red summer dress and entered the building. She was here to see one person; Chuck. The elevator reached the pent house and she could feel her mouth getting dry in nervous anticipation...though she would never show it.

As she took her first step out of the elevator, her eyes fell on the man that haunted her dreams at night. Gloss lips parted.

“Hello Chuck.”

[Charles Bass]

Chuck sat in his chair, treating himself to a glass of liquor. A woman just left the throws of his room and now he had nothing to do. Nothing to keep his mind away from Reira. The girl left him, making him not want anything to do with a relationship. Music played as his thumb and index finger pinched his temples. Quietly he sat; stirring his drink by tipping the glass side to side.

His eyes darted to the numbers above the elevator. In chronological order, each digit would light up in anticipation. He had no clue who it could be. Chuck had yet to make a "date" with a girl nor had he not order room service. As the elevator stopped at the floor, his curiosity arouse and he set the drink down on the table next to him. His hands gripped the arm rests as he rose from his seating position, only to pause mid way up when he saw who had stepped into his loft.

None other than Reira. Charles had nothing to do but freeze and gawk at the woman who looked as good as always. If anything, she looked better. Her skin was tanned a bit more, and the fact he had not seen her in a long time blurred his memory of how beautiful she actually was.

“Hello Chuck.”

Finally, he had the strength to stand tall. "Reira...?" he promised not to do anything with a woman such as a relationship; though, seeing her standing there made every bone in his body ache. He could not help but approach her in a quick motion. Right when he was close enough he grabbed her and pulled Reira close to his chest.

"Wha-where... I..I missed you." his hand would reach up and brush the back of her head if she didn't pull away. After all, he didn't know her feelings on him. She did break up with him. "I'm sorry for what ever I did..."

[Reira DeMorvick]

Seeing Charles again made her chest throb in pain. The look on his face spoke a thousand unsaid words. She had hurt him. Smiling half-heartedly, she watched as he stared at her in disbelief and approached her slowly. The whole situation felt like a fleeting dream; almost as if the silhouette of Chuck would disappear before her eyes. With her breath held and eyes closed, she felt the familiar warmth of Chuck’s arms around her. She finally exhaled and eagerly held him closer to her body.

“It’s been a while. I’m sorry I took so long to come back to you...I missed you so much,” she said softly, as his hand held the back of her head. Reira in turn, placed her forehead against his own and held the side of his face in her hand, her eyes once again closed: taking in the moment. It felt surreal to be back with him; to hear his voice again. Her body found new vitality just from closeness.

"I'm sorry for whatever I did..."

The guilt inside her was raging after those spoken words. All this time, she had left Chuck to suffer thinking it was all his fault. It was unforgivable. How could someone do that to a person they held so dearly? Taking her forehead off of his, Reira opened her eyes and immediately those cerulean hues bore into him. She placed a hand over his lips to silence him. If he looked closely, he could see that the girl had shed a tear and was working hard holding the rest of them back. Reira shook her head softly, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“You didn’t do anything...I’m so sorry for leaving...hurting you. I just wanted to say that I never stopped loving you...and I understand if you don’t wish to affiliate yourself with me again.”

Leaning her head forward, she placed a kiss on the back of her hand that was over his lips. Her mind could finally rest for a while, knowing that she had saw him one last time.

[Charles Bass]

Chuck listened in on all the words Reira had to say. He was easily lulled by its beautiful tone. He had not heard that voice in such a long time. She covered his mouth and kissed the back of her hand. With his free hand he gently grabbed her hand and moved it from his mouth. His crooked smile came back, now that he had his lady back, that is, if she still wanted to be his"I... forgive you... I thought I did something. So... you're staying?" he said with a hopeful tone. "I love you... I want you to stay..."

He was a little shocked at the words that came form his mouth. Chuck Bass just said "I love you" to a girl. He didn't burn alive, but he did feel great... like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. A little boyish laugh bubbled up in his throat; an excited expression rising to the surface of his expression. "...I love you."

Had to make sure it wasn't a dream.

Now that those words were taken care of, he grabbed each side of Reira's face and pulled her face close to his. Instead of merely kissing the back of a hand, he actually kissed her lips. He would deepening the passion of the current connection if Reira did not want to object.

If she had not pulled away and after a long moment of their kiss, he would part, only inches away. He waited for her to say something, like a reason to why she was gone... or her accepting the invitation to stay in Long Beach.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira was slightly surprised when she felt his hand enclose over her wrist. For a brief moment she thought that he was going to completely reject her by throwing her hand off his face, but instead he held it dearly in his own and complimented the action with that famous crooked smile of his. These actions alone made her heart flutter. Perhaps there was still something to salvage. It was proven too true when he spoke of forgiveness. Reira was overjoyed and to her embarrassment she showed it with a true genuine smile; a smile that she had not shown for a very long time.

“Of course I’m staying! I couldn’t leave you again! --- I love you... I want you to stay...--- You what?!! --- I love you.”

Did the infamous Charles Bass just tell Reira that he loved her? Why yes, yes he did! The girl was almost as shocked as him when she heard those words slip past those seductive lips of his. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart pounded furiously in her chest. She even felt her cheeks heat up. As unbelievable as it seemed, she knew it to be true. Deep inside, she knew that the feeling was mutual. Reira loved him as well.

“I...I...well...”

Tired of being hesitant and much too happy to hold back, she threw herself into his arms and kissed him. To taste his lips again sent shivers down her spine. Pulling away she gave him a sly grin.

“If only you knew how much I love you!”

Giving him a playful squeeze, Reira kissed him passionately. Life couldn't get any better.

[Charles Bass]

He smiled a crooked smile that showed his teeth. Heat had risen to his face as she said those words. She had her back and was excited to no end. When she kissed him, all he could do was return it. He grabbed her by the waist and lead her to the wall. He kissed her cheek then went to her neck. He pressed a few kisses there and with the back of his fingers, he gently stroked her skin.

"This is new.."

His voice was now that sexy husk. He looked back up at her and sucked on her lower lip. "Guess there are some things we must catch up on." He pressed his pelvis to hers and kissed her a little more, making the obvious hint even more prominent. One hand slide down to one of her thighs; grabbing it tight and pulling it up to his hip.

"What do yeah say?"

What can I say? He was a man and men had their needs! especially if those needs involved a beautiful girl that he loved.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira couldn’t describe how good it felt to be kissing Chuck again. No other guy had ever made her feel the way he did and god it felt amazing when he pushed her against the wall and started grinding her. Her breath quickened slightly as he kissed her neck and her own hips thrust forward. Her hands squeezed his sides and made him hit harder against her. Slowly those lips of her parted, her eyes a seductive stare.

She stared at him lustfully as he sucked at her lower lip, that voice of his making her all the more warmer. “I think we have so much to catch up on,” she said, whispering in his ear, as his hand brought her thigh up to latch around his hip. “I say...,” the girl began, as she slowly slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. “...you should make me scream your name...” Reira simultaneously kicked off her heels, while sliding off her panties with her free hand.

“Well baby,” she asked in a breathy tone, her pelvis still thrusting slightly. In her mind talk was done and over with. She just wanted Chuck inside her and she wanted it now. Her lips moving to his neck, she gave him a small nip with her teeth. Hurry up dear Charles! Just like guys have their needs, so do women.

[Charles Bass]

A breathy laugh escaped his throat as he listened to her demand. He had no problem following through with her request. If anything.. he was hungry for it. He felt her body press against his, every movement making him more and more aroused.

He paid no attention to the thumping the shoes made when she kicked them off, but he did pay attention to the small piece of fabric that slid down her legs and to the floor. He smiled, reaching down to his pants to undo them and let them drop. After that was done, he let his briefs fall and he stepped out of them. With powerful hands, he lifted Reira's other thigh and pushed against her to the wall with such force that could drive anyone crazy. Now that he had both her thighs wrapped around his waist, he carried her to his bed in the next room, tossing her on the mattress. He loomed over her and grabbed the bottom seem of her dress, pulling it off slowly and seductively, somewhat teasing himself in the process... watching how she unwrapped the present that was her beautifully curved body.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he grabbed onto her thighs and dragged her with brute force so they would be together. One hand left her right thigh and slid up her torso to her chest as he leaned over to press his lips to hers before truly getting started.

-Time skip!-

He was laying on the bed, sheets tangled in between their legs and other limbs. He had Reira lay atop him as he brushed through her hair. It was definitely good to have her back. Her presence was highly needed. He missed her personality, her face, her presence... and even her sex. For some reason hers was just the best in comparison with anyone else.