Summary: Just divorced, Chuck thinks that all is said between him and Blair. But then she shows up at his doorstep at night. Future fic.
AN: Special thanks to my beta Sam! I probably would've never worked up the courage to post this without you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl.
Way Back Into Love
Chapter 1 – What to Expect
1812. She knew he'd be here. She knocked. Soft, but sternly. A surprised Chuck stood in the doorway holding a glass of his best scotch. Just like she had presumed.
"What is it now?" He gave her a dark look. "Five hours ago you got half of everything I own."
With a charming almost-smile she undid her knee-length trench coat, revealing that she wore nothing beneath it, but a silken lingerie, four inch heels and stockings that were held up by a garter. She noticed him gulping as he studied her head to toe. Her smile grew slightly wider.
Blair leaned forward, brushing her lips briefly against his. She remained like that for a few seconds, not sure how he would react. A suppressed moan escaped her as she felt his tounge running along her bottom lip, parting her mouth gentle. She granted him access with her hands placed on each side of his face drawing him closer. His fingers slipped into her long brown curls as well, while they stumbled further into his suite.
Before she could do so much as think about it his hands had slipped to her bottom lifting her up and he started carrying her towards the bedroom. Legs wrapping around his waist by instinct, she gasped when his erection pressed against the damp silk covering her crotch.
The coat she had been wearing got lost somewhere on the way, leaving her in nothing, but her bra and panties as he gently dropped her on the bed.
After undressing himself he got onto the king size bed. His eyes never leaving hers.
"God you're beautiful," his voice was hoarse. Barley a whisper.
She was surprised. He actually hadn't used phrases like beautiful in a long time. Hot, sexy, fuckable – yes. But beautiful? She shrugged it off as she felt his fingers at the claps of her bra, undoing it.
She knew that this would be the last time she would feel that sexy or desirable. The very last time.
"How could I ever forget?," he asked, not really addressing her or wanting an actual answer.
She could have given him plenty of answers to this question. Because you were emotionally unavailable. Because you were drunk most of the time. Because I acted like a bitch most of the time. Because we hurt each other. But she wouldn't. She wasn't here to start yet another fight with him. It wasn't the reason why she had come tonight. She gave him a small smile before pulling him down for another passionate kiss.
When they broke apart they kept their eyes locked for a few seconds. Smiling at one another like stupid teenagers. After putting a strand of her seemingly rebellious curls behind her ear, he leaned down, starting to kiss a burning path from her earlobe along her neck towards her breasts. He stopped there, taking the left one into his hand, massaging it slightly.
She sighed in pleasure as he started circle her right nipple with his tounge. Another thing that would happen for the last time, she thought.
His free hand slid lower in the meantime, letting his finger stroke over her La Perla's teasingly. She had to dig her nails deep into his shoulders by now, to stop herself from starting to squirm beneath Chuck.
After a while of teasing he stopped his action and himself between her legs, giving her a questioning look. She just gave him a small nod along with a smile. She had shown up in just her underwear and a trench coat. Was he really questioning what she wanted?
As he entered her in one thrust they both cried out in desire. Blair's legs looped around his waist and pulled him closer so his face lay against her neck. She sucked in his scent. The familiar mixture of scotch, cigarettes and cologne.
They moved together in slow, but passionate pace. Steadily working their way towards the edge. She locked her legs around him tighter, for him to fill her out completely.
She knew when he started moving faster and faster that he was close. It was the point of no return. His hand slipped in between their bodies and rubbed over her bundle of nerves. She climaxed nearly immediately, clinging onto him for her dear life. He followed her over the edge almost a second later when her muscles contracted around him.
With him collapsed onto her they lay there for a while. Covering her like a blanket. His weight pressing her down. Both breathing heavily. When he rolled himself off her , he rested his head against her chest.
"I missed you," he told her.
"Good night, Chuck," she breathed out, while placing the covers over both of them.
"Good night, Blair."
Entwined like that they fell into a deep sleep.
The moment Chuck's eyes fluttered open, the last night came rushing back to him. He couldn't help, but smirk at the memory. Blair on his doorstep. In nothing, but hot lingerie and a coat.
Divorce or no divorce. Things may take a turn yet.
Rolling onto his side he didn't find the warm female body he'd expected. Only ruffled cold sheets. For a moment he allowed himself to subside into the pillow next to his. Breathing in the scent. Coconut. So it really hadn't been a dream. She had been here.
"Good morning, Charles."
Her voice startled him up. Blair stood at the foot of the bed, looking slightly to amused for his taste. Did she know that he had smelled her pillow? He sighed. Oh, of course she did. It was Blair.
"Don't call me Charles" , he sat up and running his hand through his bed head. "Morning."
He studied her for a moment. She had her hair pulled up to a pony tail and wore the trench coat from last night.
"You're leaving." It was more of a statement than a question.
She nodded, her face turning oddly stern. "Last night changes nothing, Chuck. We're over."
This is, how it must feel like having a anvil dropped onto your head, he figured. So it had been just another game after all. He couldn't believe she had him fooled, yet again. It hurt. But like hell would he show it. She wouldn't get that victory.
"I agree," he replied, his face turning just as sober as hers. "We got divorced for a reason."
"Several reasons," Blair corrected.
Sure... rub it in.
"So why did you come here last night?," he asked with narrowed eyes.
"We were married for ten years," she stated. "I wanted a proper goodbye."
He stood up from bed, wrapping the sheets around his waist. Suddenly it bothered him to be naked in front of her. And he had no idea why. Chuck Bass wasn't shy. And she knew the ropes. She had seen him naked at least a thousand times. She had eaten food off him while he was naked, for Christ sakes.
Grudgingly he dropped the sheets after all. He walked towards her, stopping so close to her, their lips were almost touching. She'd closed her eyes, clearly expecting his mouth on hers any second now. But instead he only whispered a soft "Goodbye, Blair" against her lips. She opened her eyes looking after him dazzled as he continued his way into the bathroom. He turned around standing in the door frame.
"I'm sure you can show yourself out."
He forced himself to put a clinical face on before looking at her one last time. Then he closed the door behind him.
He turned on the shower letting the freezing water run over his body. He so would end up with blue balls. Leaning against the cold tiles he closed his eyes. Shouldn't a divorce give you closure? This was supposed to be easy. A farewell fuck. That's all it was If she could do it, why couldn't he?.
A one night stand. Chuck – who would have guessed? - had had one night stands before. But you weren't married for ten years to any of those women... reminded him the little voice in his head.
And I didn't love with any of those women. He turned the water yet a little colder.
It was a mistake, she decided while looking out of the window.
Blair sat in the back of her limo, grabbing onto her five hundred dollar clutch so hard her knuckles were turning white. She was tense. To say the least. While she actually was supposed to have other things on her mind, her thoughts kept wandering back to the previous night. Over and over again.
And to the very awkward morning after. She knew she had hurt him. Blair was very well aware of that. She knew because, she would've been hurt, too. They were supposed to be through with hurting each other. That was why they filed for divorce.
She forced herself to return the smile Serena gave her as she took her hand into her own.
"You okay?," the blonde asked.
"Yes," Blair lied. "Just nervous."
"Figures." She wanted to vomit at the pitiful eyes, Serena gave her. "I promise you we'll get through it together."
"I can see how much your life's at the stake here!,"Blair wanted to snap. Instead she just nodded at her best friend. "Thank you."
She really was thankful that Serena was here for her. If she would just treat her normally. And if she would just fucking stop giving her these understanding and pitiful side glances. There was one thing Blair hated to its guts and that was pity. Pity made her seem weak and she couldn't stand that. She was a fucking Waldorf. Formerly Waldorf-Bass. None of those names stood for weakness.
"Are you scared?," Serena asked all the sudden.
"No," Blair lied again. "I just wanna get it over with."
Actually, it was a fact that she was scared to death. Which kind of seemed like a really bad pun considering her condition. But that was another thing she wouldn't admit. Not even to her best friend.
"You don't have to lie to me, B." Serena started, yet again with very compassionate eyes. "I know--"
"Drop it." Blair cut her friend off.
"But don't you think--"
"S!" She gave her friend a warning glare. "I. Said. Drop. It."
The vehicle stopped and the driver turned to the two women: "We're here."
"Ready?" Serena took her friends hand into her own again. Blair looked out the window and let out a breath, she didn't realize she was holding.
"I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
When they both were out of the car, the blonde pulled her friend into a tight embrace. "I'm here."
The apartment seemed so empty. Sometimes he wished he would've let her have the damn thing. But when they had discussed separation of property through their lawyers they'd acted like two stubborn children. Neither of them willing to cave in as much as an inch. In this one matter he'd prevailed over her. But now he couldn't help, but wonder if the triumph was worth it after all.
He was barley here, anyway. Avoided the place as much as possible. He spent as much time in his suite at the Palace as possible. It seemed more fitting now anyway. He was a bachelor again. And this place just screamed marital all over.
It was horrendously quiet in here. Even if they had barley spoken with each other the last months and weeks of their marriage, it had been different with her around. To hear her heels clicking when she paced around in the living room. Or bossing Dorota around on how to set the table for dinner.
In some drunken moments he thought that he actually heard her. Those were also the moments he questioned his sanity.
Trying to concentrate on a report that some ass kissing employee had written he took another sip of scotch. Knowing very well that not even all the scotch in the world would be able to erase his ex wife out of his mind today.
After reading the same two words for the fifieth time he decided to surrender. He got up from his desk and started to wander through the place.
Why did she even come to him at all? He knew for sure that Blair Waldorf did nothing without purpose. The women had planned out absolutely every aspect of her life. So this for sure hadn't been spontaneous. And her explanation that it was just to make her farewell he couldn't quite believe. And it also wasn't out of some sentimental manner. It just wasn't Blair's style.
He stepped into the dining room, stopping at the great table. He sat there in his usual seat, staring into space. The scotch he downed in one go. It'd been almost a year since he'd sat at this very spot the last time. Together with her.
"Good evening, Mrs. Bass."
"Chuck."
"Please, join me."
"I don't wanna talk to you."
"Just get the fuck in here!"
"What do you want?"
"I thought it was common for a man enjoy his wife's company?"
"We were never a common couple."
"Here's to the unusual ... drink up!"
"I can't stand scotch, you know that."
"That's a lie and you know that. Do you think I don't notice my bottles becoming outrageously fast empty lately?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't. I guess it's Dorota then."
"I'm going to bed."
"You not moving an fucking inch!"
"You're drunk like a pig!"
"Yes, I am. I'm very drunk in fact. And I plan on getting even more drunk."
"You disgust me, Chuck!"
"Well, honey you smelling like vomit all the time isn't such a big turn on either."
"Well, since you haven't touched me in years, it shouldn't be your concern."
"Maybe. But I do wonder how Jack puts up with it."
"What? How..."
"How do I know? Please. Don't offend me. It's not like letting him fuck you on my desk is all that subtle."
"So what now? You're divorcing me?"
"Jack's taken care of."
"What did you do?"
"He got to choose. Big pile of money waiting for him or ... you. Guess you weren't that precious to him after all."
"Fuck you, Chuck!"
Chuck opened his eyes. Stepping out of the memory. They had fucked right on this table after the argument. He remembered very well. It had been incredibly angry. And incredibly hot.
It had also been the last time they had sat together at this table. That night had been a last grand rise up of passion. After that their marriage really headed south. They became meaner than they ever had been. Back stabbing each other at every single possibility they found. Hurting each other in a a way neither of them would've thought they were capable of.
Determined Chuck shook his head and got up from the table. He would just forget about her. They were divorced. And if she could just back to business as usual then he could too. He would.
From the moment Blair had stepped a foot in here she couldn't help but feeling terribly frightened. Although she kept up her cool attitude on the outside she digged her nails firmly into the back of Serena's hand.
Maybe she had underestimated what lay ahead of her. Maybe she wasn't strong enough. She should have turned around right after leaving the limo. But now it was to late. She was sitting in her room, staring at the night gown and bathrobe, which lay on the bed already.
Silently she watched Serena dispensing her clothes into the closet. She wanted to tell her friend that she didn't have to help. She'd take care of it herself later. But then she realized that the blonde was actually a lot more comfortable keeping herself busy with something as having to sit next to her and not really knowing what to talk about.
Blair couldn't even blame her. If things were the other way around, she honestly couldn't say if she would even be here. There wouldn't be use for her anyway. Serena had a loving husband that would go through hell for her. And a mother and brother who'd do the same.
And Blair had... well... there was her narcissistic womanizing alcoholic ex husband for once. And her parents. Who weren't really available either. Her mother emotionally, her father geographically.
Face it honey, you're on your own. She turned to Serena
"S?" The blonde woman looked up from the various suitcases. "Thanks for being here. In case I haven't mentioned, yet."
"Ms. Waldorf?" A young nurse stepped into the room interrupting their conversation. "I'm sorry to disturb, but we need you to read through this operational reconnaissance and sign it. So just in case any questions come up you can talk to the doctor about it, when he comes here later."
Blair looked at the piece of paper sceptically after the nurse had left. She turned it to Serena.
"Mastectomy – What to expect" The sheet said said in a big font.
"Now that sounds like a good read, doesn't it?"
The other woman just looked back at her uneasily.
To be continued
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