Rude boy
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Rating: T
It was way past midnight, Blair was alone in the library, working on an paper that was due the next day, empty starbucks cups, curled paper balls, books and clean paper scattered everywhere, her hair was a mess, pulled up in a loose ponytail, a pencil behind her ear as she huffed in frustration, shoving the book she'd been reading away aggressively, as she fell back in the chair.
"Working late, are we?" A dark husky drawl came from the shadows, Blair looked up as she furrowed her brows and felt her lip pull up in disgust.
"Why are you here, Chuck? Must you annoy me all hours of the day?" she sneered, as she straightened Chuck stepped out of the shadows, he was wearing nothing but a pair of dirty, holed, jeans that hung low on his hips, the kind that normally repulsed Blair to the point of vomiting.
"I'm here to show you all the pleasures of sex," He growled as he sauntered closer casually, moving like a panther, a predator. Blair swallowed and sat frozen in her chair as the much taller man moved closer and closer still, reaching out to pull out the band holding her ponytail, making her long brown hair fall down. "I…" She stuttered out, he hushed her with a smirk.
"Tonight we don't talk, unless it's you saying my name – over and over," he whispered, as he rested his hands on the chair's arms, leaning into her personal space. "Say it like a prayer if you want to," he purred, her eyes went wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. "yes" she breathed. In one swift movement he shoved all the items off the table, picked her up as if she was no heavier than a feather and threw her on the table, crushing his lips to hers as he ribbed open her Donna Karen button shirt, sending the buttons flying -
"Blair! Wake up!" The brunette woke with a startle. "What? Who – " Her face flushed with colour as the librarian looked weirdly at her. "The library is closing now." She said impatiently. "Oh, yes, right – I must've fallen alsleep, I'm sorry." She blurted out as she gathered her stuff hurrying out of the libabry. What a nightmare, she thought as she shuddered and crawled into her favorite pj and pulled on her covers, later that night.