Disclaimer:
I own naught.
Author's Note:
I really need reviews on this one. The first real story I wrote tanked, and since then I've always thought there are errors whenever I write stories. (not one-shots) By the way, this first chapter is for addieXmitsume.
Challenge: (by my dear friend Borgie)
Write a sultry fic for Blair and Chuck.
Requirements:
Must have "adult content".
Must take place in a hot destination.
Must make Blair drunk.
That's easy, right? Or not. :P
Seven Nights in Vegas
by Ashlie Rayeux
(a.k.a. rayeux)
Chapter One
His Paradise, Her Sin City
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S (yeah)
We're flying first class,
Up in the sky-
"Hello?" Blair Waldorf answered her cellphone as soon as she got out of the bathroom and wrapped a fluffy blue towel around herself. "Hello? Is anyone there? Chuck, my phone has your caller ID flashing on it. This isn't just like the movies where-"
"I'm an unknown caller and you demand who I am?" Chuck Bass suddenly replied. "Of course it's not, B. Life isn't like the movies. I just wonder when are you going to realize that."
"Chuck, what do you want?" Blair asked harshly, sore because of his last comment.
"Waldorf, have you ever been to Vegas?"
"No."
"I thought so. Come spend a week with me there."
"Why? Are you planning something?"
"Nothing, I swear!" Chuck exclaimed defensively.
"Even if you're not planning anything, which I'm not saying you are, I won't be able to go. This week will be really hectic, because of the fact that my on the job training is with Mom and-"
"Blair," the boy interrupted her. "Calm down for a while. Take a vacation."
"A vacation? With you around? Is that even possible?" the chocolate-haired girl quipped. Chuck thought for a while. "Okay, so maybe you won't get any rest but it'll be fun," he begged. Blair seemed to consider this and said, "Meet me in front of Macy's in fifteen minutes. We'll discuss this."
As soon as Blair hung up, Chuck jumped and pumped his fist once. "YES!" he rejoiced and fixed his tie afterwards, feeling rather daft at his expression of happiness.
"Bass," Blair greeted with a smile. "You're on time." Her partner-in-crime merely snorted. "There's a first time for everything," he said cockily. "Including the fact that you want me to accompany you to Vegas," Blair returned, a smirk evident in her voice. Chuck scowled and said grudgingly, "You win this round, Blair."
Blair simply laughed and took a seat in the nearby cafe. "Alright. Let's discuss this." Chuck took a seat and faced Blair. "Terms and conditions? Jesus, Waldorf, you always have terms and conditions."
"High maintenance is what makes me Blair Waldorf," she grinned. "But I'm sure we can agree on something."
A limo pulled up to the lobby of The Palace, Las Vegas. A handsome teen in a flashy suit got out and offered a hand to a beautiful and equally fashionable brunette who slapped his hand away and got out, drawing stares from every man within a 1-mile radius. The whole scene just showed how much Blair and Chuck loved attention.
"Welcome to Las Vegas," Chuck said like an overenthusiastic tour guide. "The home of sex, drugs, alcohol, gambling and of course; the Devil itself."
Blair chuckled. "You forgot Chuck Bass," she reminded him.
"Oh, I included that in 'the Devil'."
They walked confidently across the lobby, with two bellboys carrying their luggage and awaiting orders.
"I hope you got the penthouse suite," Blair told Chuck. The boy nodded. "From someone as demanding as you are, I took that as an obvious point."
"I'm not just high maintenance," the girl retorted and walked into the elevator with Chuck and the bellboys following. "I am a Waldorf and because of that I deserve the best of the best."
Chuck leaned coolly against the clear glass of the elevator and said rather nonchalantly, "It's that kind of speech that you give which gets me started." Blair gave her escort a look of death and replied, "Grass gets you started."
"I suppose. Ah, here we are. We have the whole floor to ourselves," he said and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which made Blair smack her own forehead. "I knew I shouldn't have come."
"Well, I think it's a good thing that you did."
"What was I thinking, going to Las Vegas with Chuck Bass?" the chocolate-haired girl continued as if Chuck weren't there. "Serena was right. There must be something wrong with me. I can't do whatever I want without getting myself scorched in the process!"
Blair followed her bellboy and trudged to the biggest room on the floor, which she took as her place of residence for the week. Chuck trailed Blair and stated, "You know, I'm standing right here." The girl whirled around and looked at Chuck suspiciously. "What are you planning?"
His words low, he said, "Why don't we just stop analyzing this?"
She glanced quickly up at him, then away. "I can't. I don't know what to do."
Chuck paused for a long moment and finally said, "I think you can do whatever the fuck you want."
Blair looked up, into his eyes, brown and sharp. His face was calm, his cheeks brushed with the barest stubble, just enough to make him look sinful. His hair, rather long, lay about his head in casual disorder, and his shirt, perfectly pressed, like a devil in disguise. Chuck Bass looked like every mother's nightmare. And every girl's bad boy.
"Whatever I want," Blair repeated, thinking, How the hell should I know what I want?
But she did know what she wanted, she told herself. Someone like Nate Archibald, but not Nate Archibald. A non-lying Nate. Someone with whom she has something in common.
Chuck's eyebrows twitched and he smirked in such a way that sent her thoughts careering wickedly, away from logic, past common sense, and straight into desire. Heat blasted out through her body and she felt like a tea kettle, steam wafting out from her pores.
Whatever the fuck I want.
Her body knew what that was. Even Chuck seemed to know what it was. Wasn't that why he was standing here, so close to her? Giving her a look that screamed, Take what you want, idiot, or do I have to force you to take it?
She inhaled quickly and exhaled, realizing as she did that she was breathing as if she'd run up the stairs. Her nerves pulsed, electrified.
"Blair," Chuck said, this time in a near whisper.
His hand reached out and skimmed her waist to lie warmly on her hip. With a gentle grip she pulled her toward him.
She swallowed hard and moved forward with her hand, coming up against his chest, her palms flat against his ribcage. She looked up at him, saw that hunger in his eyes, and felt her insides go molten.
She parted her lips. He lowered his head. They kissed.
P.S. How was that for a serious fic? Let me know. Ciao!