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I Just Haven’t Met You Yet (Blair Waldorf/Jackson Avery)

Title: I Just Haven’t Met You Yet (8/?)
Author: lexiesloan
Rating: M
Fandom: Gossip Girl/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Blair Waldorf/Jackson Avery
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: A future fic. You’ll come out of nowhere and into my life.

 

 

Chapter Eight –

 

He had called her his girlfriend. He had just said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world and he hadn’t panicked afterwards and taken it back. He was happy to let everyone know who could hear that she, Blair Waldorf, was his girlfriend. She almost laughed, she felt so happy – almost euphoric. Jackson was smiling, too, as if he knew the reason behind her smiles and the instant he led her into an on-call room on the second floor and made sure the door was locked firmly behind them, he was kissing her.

 

It didn’t matter that he had just been inside of her a few hours earlier. He wanted her again and finding the zipper on her dress, he began tugging it down, making his intent more than clear to her. She smiled against his lips as he guided her backwards towards the set of bunk beds in the small room.

 

“You’re at work,” she reminded him but didn’t stop him as he brushed her dress down her body. She stepped out of it and stood there in a matching black lace bra and panty set and her high heels.

 

“And yet you came here wearing that,” he said with a smirk and she blushed but smiled.

 

After tugging off his own shirt, tossing it aside, his arms wrapped around her waist again and hauled her body back to his. Their lips found each other’s instantly and she moaned when she felt his tongue thrusting through her lips to tangle with hers. Blair lifted her hands, cupping his cheeks, and she was glad she was in heels and more at his height. He was so hot and she could feel his erection through his pants, growing harder as their kisses, bordering on desperate, continued to escalate.

 

When she felt the back of her knees hit the bottom bunk behind her, Jackson began to lower them both down but Blair had other plans. Before Jackson’s fog-covered mind could catch up, she had spun them around and she stood in front of him as she gently pushed him back until he was sitting down on the bed. He looked up at her, his hands instantly sliding up her thighs. She smiled, tucking strands of hair behind her ears, before she reached back and unclasped her bra, pulling it off. His eyes remained locked with hers though – even with her bare breasts exposed right in front of him – and Blair’s stomach twisted into a knot.

 

“You’re not like any other guy I’ve ever met,” she said softly.

 

His fingers flexed on her hips. “Is that a good thing?” He asked but she didn’t answer.

 

How could she even being to explain to him that it wasn’t just a good thing? How could she tell him that it was the best thing without saying too much? Because even though he had called her his girlfriend and they were in the beginnings of a relationship but there were things – so many things – that she didn’t want to tell him. Not yet. If she told him – about Chuck, about herself, about the things she had done – he wouldn’t want her and it already scared her how much she couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Why was she always like this? Why was it that anytime she found herself to be a with a man, she began having insane romantic notions about it? Yes, they were in a relationship now but she wasn’t supposed to be feeling this much already. Serena was right. She was rushing into things and after everything she had been through, that was the worst idea. She couldn’t get her heart broken – not again. She really needed to stop watching old black and white movies that made her believe in whirlwind romances like this. Maybe she and Jackson should slow down.

 

But then Jackson leaned forward and his lips brushed across her stomach and ribs and then the undersides of her breasts and Blair closed her eyes, running her hands over his head. All thoughts were pushed out of her head except being there, practically naked, in an on-call room in the hospital with him. That was all that she should be thinking about.

 

“We’re still wearing too much,” he whispered and she smiled before taking a step back and he stood up. Instead of taking his own pants off however, his index finger ran back and forth along the waistline of her panties.

 

“Jackson,” she said though she didn’t know what to say after that. He waited, lifting on of his hands rubbing a strand of her hair between his thumb and index finger. She smiled. “I love the way you touch me,” she then confessed. “You touch me like I’m delicate.”

 

“Are you kidding me?” Jackson lifted one of her hands and they both looked as he began playing with her fingers, rubbing and tracing the outline of each digit. Her stomach squeezed. “You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He looked at her again. “But you’re also one of the saddest. And I don’t want to be the one to break you. I would hate myself if I did that.”

 

Blair lifted a hand to his cheek. This was a very intimate conversation. She supposed it was appropriate that they were standing there, barely dressed. “I wish you could have met me when I was sixteen.”

 

“You couldn’t have picked a legal age?” He teased and she smiled, rolling her eyes. He slowly released her hand and then picked up the other. “And what were you like when you were sixteen?”

 

She almost laughed. “Honestly, I was a complete bitch.”

 

He grinned and slowly turned her around so her back was towards the bed. “And why would I want to deal with a sixteen-year-old bitchy version of you?” He wondered, slowly lowering them both down onto the too-small twin bottom bunk.

 

“Because I was a bitch for so long,” Blair answered, brushing her knuckles across his cheek as he slowly dragged his lips down her chest to her bare breasts. Just feeling his eyes on them, her nipples hardened. Blair’s hands glided from his cheeks to the back of his neck and then to his back. “I’ve only been this version of myself for a few months now and I’m still getting used to it.”

 

Jackson locked his eyes with hers as he slowly licked one of her nipples, circling it with his tongue. On-call room sex was usually a quickie affair but now that he had Blair there underneath his own body, there was no way he was going to rush through this. He didn’t know how long she was going to be there in Seattle before she went back to New York and he didn’t want to rush anything and take his time with her for granted. He had no idea what he was going to do when she left. He was trying not to think about it.

 

“I was strong,” she whispered and he lifted his head from her breasts, keeping his eyes staring into hers. “I didn’t let people walk all over me,” she said, one of her index fingers drawing random patterns on his chest.

 

Something suddenly occurred to Jackson. A name. “Is it because of that Chuck guy?” He asked and he knew it was when she instantly stiffened at the mention of him. He didn’t walk to talk about it if it caused her to react like this. So instead, he lowered his head and he kissed her, feeling her hands on his head.

 

“How much time do we have?” Blair asked, her eyes already sliding shut as Jackson slowly scraped his lips down to the side of her neck.

 

“Enough time for me to give you what you want,” he answered, one of his hands already sliding down the front of her body.

 

She almost laughed. “There isn’t enough time in the world for that.”

 

Jackson grinned, lifting his head. He watched her face and the initial gasp that escaped past her lips when his fingers dived into the front of her panties, touching her. “Lucky for me then that I love a challenge,” he said and Blair moaned softly as he felt how wet she was and his lips nipped at her bottom lip.

 

 

“I think we have the same exact movie collection,” Blair said, standing at the shelf in the living room next to the large plasma flat-screen television, currently turned onto ESPN, and Lexie laughed as she came from the kitchen, carrying two glasses of red wine from the bottle Mark had just opened.

 

“Mark just loves when I make him watch one of my movies with me,” Lexie said.

 

“But I bet he does,” Blair smiled and Lexie smiled as well, nodding. “I think that’s probably one of the sweetest things a guy can do for you without actually saying anything. Sitting there and watching a movie with you that he hates but doing it because he loves you.” Her finger trailed across the plastic cases of the DVDs on the shelf.

 

“Pick one,” Lexie said, grabbing one of the remotes from the coffee table and turning on the DVD player. “We’ll watch it.”

 

“What about dinner?” Blair asked, frowning.

 

She had never been to a dinner party before where they watched a movie. Then again, she and Jackson were the only ones invited to Mark and Lexie’s apartment that night and Blair was the only one wearing a skirt. Everyone else was wearing jeans. Lexie had just watched Julie & Julia and Mark had bought her the Julia Childs’ cookbook, which Lexie immediately attempted to cook from. Tonight, she had invited Jackson and Blair over to try her attempt at beef bourguignon. The apartment smelled amazing. Blair had no cooking skills whatsoever. She had never needed them.

 

Lexie shrugged. “We’ll eat in here. Mark and I rarely eat at the table. Pick one,” she then urged again and Blair looked at her for one more moment before looking back at the movie selection in front of her. Lexie smiled when Blair decided on Roman Holiday.

 

“Don’t tell Mark but I have such a crush on Gregory Peck,” Lexie said as she slid the disc into the DVD player and Blair giggled.

 

“It isn’t exactly a secret, Lex,” Mark said, coming into the living room, holding a stack of four plates and Jackson followed with napkins and silverware, setting everything down on the coffee table. “You called me Gregory the other night while I was going down on you.”

 

“Mark!” Lexie exclaimed, blushing, but she was also laughing and Mark grinned, slipping an arm around her waist, pulling her towards him. “Such a crude husband,” she smiled, murmuring against his lips as he kissed her. She pulled her head back and looked at Blair and Jackson. “You two, make yourselves at home. Jackson, you always do. I’m just going to go get dinner and bring it in here.”

 

Grabbing his hand, Lexie then pulled Mark out of the living room, leaving Jackson and Blair alone. She smiled as he came up to her and she tilted her head to look up at him. He was too tall and she had to adjust to that. Chuck was so short compared to him. His hands slid onto her hips and her fingers circled around his arms.

 

“So what’s this movie about?” He asked and she smiled.

 

“A reporter falling in love with a princess,” she answered. “It’s one of my favorites. I absolutely worship Audrey Hepburn.”

 

“So it’s about a guy falling for a girl who’s completely out of his league?” He clarified. He didn’t wait for her to reply though. “I took the morning off so I can take you to the airport tomorrow,” he told her quietly.

 

She suppressed a sigh. She really didn’t want to think about returning to New York tomorrow. She knew she had to go back. She had her work, her family, her life in New York but Jackson would stay here and Jackson was her boyfriend. She knew that even though it wasn’t going to be easy, she really wanted to try this long-distance relationship with him. She didn’t know how they were going to be able to part tomorrow.

 

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” she said, making him frown. “I just… it’s going to be hard.”

 

“Well,” he shrugged. “We better get used to it. Unless… you’ve changed your mind.”

 

Blair didn’t even dignify that with a response or a roll of her eyes. Instead, her hands went to his head and she tugged him down none too gently into a kiss. Jackson didn’t protest though. His arms circled around her waist, holding her body tightly to his, and she stood on the tips of her ties, her arms around his shoulders. She knew it was going to be hard tomorrow – every time they had to say goodbye, she knew it wasn’t going to be easy – but nothing was going to change her mind.

 

 

Neither wanted to go to sleep. Neither wanted to waste a single second because she was supposed to be at the airport in six hours and with their schedules, they weren’t sure when they would get this chance again. It might be a couple weeks or a couple of months. All they knew was that sleep could wait.

 

“Are you okay?” Jackson asked, breathing heavily.

 

Blair wasn’t even able to speak though. She could only nod her head and pray that he didn’t stop. This felt too unbelievably mind-blowing for him to stop and her fingers fisted the bed’s comforter as Jackson moved behind her, his hands on her hips. She had never really liked this position whenever Chuck had suggested it. It had almost felt too filthy and she had felt too exposed for some reason – which was ridiculous since she was having sex – but tonight, with Jackson, she had been the one to push herself up on all fours and ask Jackson for this way.

 

When she was with Jackson, she felt sexy and comfortable – which really didn’t make too much sense to her because she had known Chuck so much longer.

 

His hands ran up her back before sliding back down and gripping her hips again. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back, her hair whipping in the air, when he pulled his hips back and then thrust deep inside of her. At this particular angle, she couldn’t believe how deep he was inside of her. It felt like he was tearing her in two parts right up the middle but at the same time, it was so intense and so good and all she could do was moan with each thrust.

 

Jackson closed his eyes for a moment when he felt her inner muscles squeezing him. He had to control himself because right now, her tight wet heat was only urging him to blow and end this way too quickly between them. His fingers dug into her skin and he clenched his jaw together. He couldn’t believe how sexy she looked, how incredible she felt, and she was his. He hadn’t meant to call her his girlfriend so soon. He honestly thought he might have scared her off with that but instead, they had had hot on-call room sex.

 

There was this look in her eyes that he sometimes saw. A look that maybe she was thinking too hard and too long about what was happening between them. He knew she didn’t understand it. He didn’t either but while he was just willing to go along for the ride, he could see her analyzing every little thing and what it meant. He also knew that there was something about that guy, Chuck. Jackson didn’t know who he was but he was obviously someone important to Blair. Was he still important? Jackson assumed that Chuck lived in New York. He would be seeing Blair any time he wanted while Jackson was living with an entire country between them. Should he be worried?

 

She was so beautiful and so incredibly sexy in front of him on all fours, her perfect ass hitting his abs with each thrust. Her hair – long and dark – fell forward and her hand kept pushing it over her shoulder. Jackson reached around with one hand and rested his hand on her stomach, his other hand still gripping her hip tightly. She was moaning with each thrust and he could hear the mattress begin to squeak from their activity underneath them. He wondered if there were people staying in the rooms on either side of Blair’s and if there were, could they hear them have sex? He would assume so. Blair was loud during sex – which had surprised him the first time. She had seemed so poised and proper and it had been rather unexpected for him as he listened to her moaning and crying out.

 

He wasn’t going to lie though. As a guy, it did amazing things for the male ego to hear their girlfriend grow louder and louder with sex and have the moans be from genuine pleasure rather from having seen too many porn movies and simply acting like they were enjoying it.

 

“Jackson,” Blair moaned loudly, dropping herself down onto her elbows, changing the angle in which he entered her and his fingers brushed against her clit, almost making her jump. “God, yes!” She then cried out.

 

Jackson couldn’t help but grin and he knew that she was close. He began thrusting harder, sweating, breathing heavily, and his fingers continued rubbing her clit. When she came, it was with a scream and her body tightened around his, shaking and trembling. There was no way she could fake that. He couldn’t hold his off anymore and came, his head thrown back and the muscles in his neck straining as he gritted his teeth.

 

Blair collapsed onto the bed on her stomach, panting, and Jackson fell next to her on his back, his chest heaving up and down, feeling completely drained. For a few minutes, neither were able to speak as they tried to slow their hearts down. And then, still feeling quite shaky – he had given her such a powerful orgasm – Blair forced herself to get up from the bed. When she returned a moment later, Jackson saw that she was offering him a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. He managed to sit up against the pillows behind him and she sat down, facing him, hugging her knees to her chest.

 

“Thank you,” he said, twisting the cap off and taking a rather greedy chug.

 

“You definitely earned it,” she smiled and then keeping her knees drawn to her chest, she took a lock of hair and began to braid it. “What did you do to me? I’m having these little aftershocks everywhere.”

 

Jackson grinned proudly. “It’s called fucking your brains out.” He handed her the bottle and she took it, abandoning her braid.

 

“Don’t be crude,” she frowned at him but it only made him smirk. “Can I ask a question?”

 

“I guess I’ll allow that,” he teased and this time, she smiled.

 

She paused to take a sip of water before handing the bottle back to him. “Which of your parents is black?” She asked in her Blair-blunt manner. For a split second, she thought that maybe she had insulted him but he gave her a reassuring smile.

 

“My dad is white, my mom is black and that makes me… milk chocolate,” he joked and she laughed at that, making his smile widen. He looked at her with her messy hair and flushed skin still dotting with sweat. She looked to be glowing and beautiful and he reached out, taking one of her hands, lacing their fingers together. “We’ll make this work… won’t we?” He asked softly, showing for the first time, a sign of doubt.

 

Blair was quiet for a moment and then she squeezed his hand. “We’ll make this work.”

 


 

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