THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING CHUCK AND BLAIR
Author: sky samuelle
Rating: Mature
Summary: a series of post-episodic vignettes featuring all snarky, fluffy or steamy lost moments of CB relationship in season 3
Episode 3.10: "The Last Days Of Disco Stick"
"I can't believe you missed my triumph to babysit Little J."
"Oh, she isn't so little anymore."
A palm swats his arm, violently, and Chuck Bass smirks just because he can. He understood right away the kind of girl Jenny Humphrey was set to become, and he still has the feeling that no one else –not even Eric, who was so close to her, or Dan, with his accidental bouts of intelligence- is on that particular page just yet.
The truth is that Jenny is not like Blair or like Serena. Jenny has cunning and ambition like the former but craves the thrill of danger like the latter, yet there are dark, hungry spaces inside the smaller blonde that the untrained eye can easily miss. Chuck knows those spaces, having explored them in himself far too often. He thinks he somehow recognized the echoes of them at their first meeting, in Little J's coy smile and bashful gaze. He knew then she wanted to play him, to use him to get her pretty face on Gossip Girl by flirting a bit, giving out little in return.
He remembers how that got him angry, the way Serena's coldness and sudden loathing did in the damned Palace kitchen
Sometimes he wonders why he must remember so clearly those chilling moments of rage when coke and his happy pills were supposed to send reality away. Drugs never really kept that promise, but they had twisted him into a caricature of himself, and he no longer understands how he could welcome that change.
Yet it used to come easily, with the self-hate and the anger and the being alone, craving nothing but his own self -destruction.
It's still strange for Chuck, to realize he no longer hates himself, even with the stark memories of the ugly things he has done, the remorse and regrets.
He knows he is undeserving of this alien peace he has casually found, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying it with abandon. He drinks in the sight of Blair Waldorf undressing slowly, glowing with that sense of victory that becomes her so well. Knowing he doesn't deserves her no longer poisons his mood, because he is pretty much certain no better man could adore this woman like he does and she deserves to be loved in that consuming way she has dreamed of since forever.
Admiring her bare legs as her skirt slides down to the floor, the only place he desires to disappear into is between them, no longer the void.
"If you didn't get bored, doesn't this mean I no longer need to make up to you for it? "
"Perhaps I wasn't bored, but I was very annoyed. I would say that is worth even more compensation. "
He can say she is thrilled by the intensity of his focus on her. Blair is the most beautiful when she is happy, and it's been a while since last time he has seen her so satisfied with herself.
Seeing her like this is enough to make him forget all about Jenny, the way she has reminded him not of the-once-queens S and B but of himself, the loathing for his peers, and the boredom that used to push him to seek the edge.
Blair tilts her head to the side, taking notice of the tension in his shoulders as he sits leaning back on his bed, even while she diligently unbuttons her shirt. "Are you tired, Mr. Bass? "She asks, and her tone is flirtatious even if the question doesn't truly mean it to be.
"Not too tired to celebrate my queen"
"Good answer," she straddles him and for a moment it's still so strange that the pale, soft lines of her half-naked body are just as inviting as the hint of fondness in her voice and in her smirk.
There's a depth in the level of comfort that Blair's beauty brings to him that belies the natural simplicity of sex. He unclasps her bra and takes her breasts in his hands to let go of everything else.
There's only Blair, the shiver of pleasure she can't suppress at his gentle fondling of her tits and the sweet skin of her throat under his burning lips. Home, if he has ever found one.
It's a bit startling when he finds himself pushed back hard until he is lying down and her face is hovering over his.
"What would you say" – she adds in a breathy, sensuous drawl as her forehead leans on his – "if I broke to you that the two most judgmental people we know recently had a threesome with Olivia Burke? "
Chuck frowns, put off by the unexpected source of her unexpected amusement. "I would say I'm disturbed you are bringing it up now. Then I would add that Nate has beaten you to the punch. I have never heard him so giddy while talking about someone else's sex life. He was literally laughing his head off about the whole matter. "
Actually, Nathaniel called something like two seconds after he left Dan to his devices, barely containing his glee over the other boy's inexperience and the mental pictures of Vanessa boxing out the blonde actress with her loudness. Who would ever know that the odd relationship between Dan and Nate would end up being so entertaining? Yet, seeing those two boys playing friends while mutually looking down on each other for their very different reasons fills Chuck himself with a certain pleased giddiness.
Blair huffs, half-rising upon him, her pelvis sliding against his as her back arches. "Leave It to Humpty-Dumpty to be more oblivious than Nate with this kind of stuff. Even I know the third party is supposed to be a stranger. His stupid Brooklynized hormones almost ruined my show!"
Chuck rolls his eyes and sighs in mock offense, his hands caressing his distracted girlfriend's side. "Well, I'm glad I have educated you and Nathaniel so well, but I'm starting to think you keep talking about all these other men for a reason."
His smile twists into a wince while her nails dig in his shoulder "Please, I have taste, Bass."-she snips, right before the suggestion lights up her brown eyes with a wicked delight- "although I'm sure Nate would totally love being your bitch."
"Now I'm really worried."
He is not at all, and he is not frowning anymore as her fingers diligently open his shirt. In fact, he is nearly smiling, all the ugly thoughts relinquished, and he strongly suspects that was her purpose all along.
"You know I'm so right that it scares you. If we had ever been so stupid to have a 'sharing phase', I would be fighting for your affections now."
Her cool, soft palms caress his bare chest, making him feel so…clean somehow, like nothing bad could ever touch him again. "Perhaps I should reconsider then. I hear that Nathaniel has a lot to offer. And his family adores me."
Blair pouts enticingly, a moment before her red lips descend to soothe the nipple her nails just scraped.
"But I'm more imaginative, trust me."
"Imagination is a quality I value a lot." He murmurs, closing his eyes in nothing but pure enjoyment while her hot mouth travels lower, from his sternum to his stomach, his hand fisting her silky hair.
"And this is why you won't complain when I shackle you to the bedpost" she murmurs back, grinning mischievously on his skin, and Chuck sighs.
He has indeed found the perfect woman.
END
A/N: What? No sex?
Well, I would hate to become too predictable… and the muse simply will be not commanded.
Next on: post 3.8, Chuck, Blair and their special brand of stress relief. Kinky Smut guaranteed!