A/N: This is my first attempt at a fiction, please be indulgents with me! This is a story I have entirely imagined on my own, I'm sorry if there's any ressemblance with any other because it wasn't intended. Also, English isn't my mother tongue, sorry for the grammar/vocabulary/spelling mistakes!
Rating: T for adult themes, coarse language and sexual situations.
Disclaimer: I do not own original Gossip Girl plot and characters, no copyright infringement is intended.
SUMMARY OF THE STORY: Chuck and Blair are meant to be together but love is not always enough in a couple. Story takes place eight years after episode 2x12. Blair and Chuck were dancing together at the Snowflake Ball when Lily told him Bart's been in accident. Fortunately Bart did not die but his accident put the Van der Woodsen-Bass to a tough test. Lily and Bart reconciled and the members of the family were bound again. Once it had returned to normal, Blair confessed to Chuck she loved him and they became an official couple.
!!!WARNING!!!
I have recently acquired a beta-reader from chapter 10 forwards, so if you start reading this story, please take note of that! Also this chapter is a strong T.
May 17th 2017, Blair's penthouse.
Five years.
Five long excruciating years.
It should not hurt like this after such a long time. It just could not be that painful. She had thought that time would heal her wounds, make her forget. But she could no longer fool herself. It was not a matter of time, it was a matter of person. She had to bow to the evidence, she would never recover from her broken heart.
February 4th 2012, Blair's penthouse.
Tonight was the night, she knew it. Such an occasion would go down in history and she wanted to make it the most perfect night of the year. She thus spent hours messing up her well-stocked closet -and her room- looking for the perfect outfit. With such a wardrobe, no doubt that any girl would have had the good fortune to find it easily. But Blair Waldorf wasn't any girl. Therefore, it was really difficult to find an outfit that was out of the ordinary. She could absolutely not wear one her usual dresses, she needed something more special. Wearing a dress that she had never worn before was completely out of the question as well. The whole success of the night couldn't rely on a piece of clothe that hadn't be tried and tested. The fact that she didn't find it quickly -which meant in Blair's language in less than two hours- got her deeply frustrated, and she cursed herself for not having considered a shopping session at Bendel's in the morning. She was about to throw a tantrum when she finally spotted it. Amidst all her clothes classified as "worn once or twice and potentially reusable" she found a beautiful electric blue dress that he had never seen on her.
Blair smirked as she contemplated herself in her huge mirror for the umpteenth time. She looked gorgeous. Gorgeous but classy and sober, all in subtlety. Yes, subtlety. Her dress wasn't gaudy, it wasn't meant to catch some randy devil's eyes. It was for a man knowing how to appreciate beauty, feminity and sensuality, knowing what these things were. It was made for her Devil. Empire-line, revealing teasingly a hint of her breasts and stopping right above the knees. It was a bit longer than what she usually wore, but her four inches Yves Saint-Laurent heels would solve that little problem by making her legs look endless. He wasn't even here, but she could already feel his scrutinizing and approving look upon her, by simply thinking about the pleasure her sight would give him. She shuddered.
But she wasn't completely done. The reason why she loved so much preparing herself for hours for Chuck, was that every single detail never remained unnoticed. Any particular attention would earn her a comment, a compliment, or an allusion at least. Saying that he was fond of the thoughtfulness was an understatement, he was every time more turned on. And in return he was even more attentive towards her. Every word he uttered, every glance he threw, every touch of him was more longing, more loving. It made her feel really special, beautiful and wanted. That's why she put some of her favorite perfume on the very spot behind each ear. It was one of his favorite spots to cherish, whether he licked or kissed it. And as Scarlett O'Hara said, it was the best place for perfume, it drove men crazy every time they got too close. As for the jewelry, she didn't even consider for a second wearing anything but her Erickson Beamon necklace. It was funny how diamonds seemed to be more sparkling on her skin than in their black velvet box. And as it was Chuck who had pointed this out, every time she wore diamonds she felt more self-confident, pure and untouchable. Wearing his necklace was a way to show him how much she valued his love and that meaningful night.
Fixing her chocolate curls for the last time, he always loved to see them bounced "loosely" over her shoulder, and taking her purse, she left her bedroom delighted by herself: she couldn't have looked better than she already did. Chuck would definitely like it.
February 4th 2012, the Van der Woodsen-Bass suite.
Chuck glanced once more at his watch. 7:50 pm. Ten minutes to go and he would be with his girl. The mere thought of the love of his life made him smile, something he never knew he could do before dating her. Blair was the one and only girl he ever loved and wanted to see day by day. She was the first person in his life who thought that he was worth paying attention to. That there was something more to it than the boozing, womanizing and pervy façade. She was the one who showed him that having feelings and confessing them wasn't a weakness but on the contrary a strength, an asset. Every day she brought him her love, affection and consideration. In return he wanted her to feel as treasured, loved and meaningful as he did, because all her efforts and faith in him had finally paid off. He was more mature, almost grown-up. His father wasn't ignoring him anymore, he was proud and respectful to his son. People no longer considered him as a piece of work or a good-for-nothing. For all of this he was thankful and wanted to make it up to her. And this night was a perfect occasion to show her again how much he cared about her.
He reviewed every single detail of his plan, this night had to be one of their best ever. Refined room, sober but romantic table, some candles here and there, subdued light, jazz as background music and her favorite dinner. Foie gras as starter, scallops for the main course, cakes from the MoMA and the Laurent-Perrier Champagne she loved so much. And of course, the presents. He had been preparing them for weeks and couldn't wait for Blair to discover them. He knew she would be beyond happiness. She had been waiting for such meaningful gestures for months, but she had never talked to him about these expectations. He knew that she didn't want to rush him. Which proved that he had made the right decision: Blair was more than just the one to him, she was his soulmate, his air, his yin while he was her yang. They perfectly complemented each other and it was time to take a step forward. He slipped his left hand in his pocket. The contact with the cold metal numbed a bit the end of his digits. He couldn't help playing with it, he wanted to memorize every single feature. And it would be a shameless lie to say that he didn't enjoy hearing the low jingling. Yes, Blair would adore his gifts.
He smirked. He -great Chuck Bass- the womanizer of Manhattan for so many years, had become a one-woman-man since a night at his strip joint, where his best female friend forever had performed while she was drunk. Who would have bet four years previously, while he was only into partying, drinking, doing drugs and sleeping with as many women as possible? Absolutely not him in any case!
DING!
The long awaited sound rang out, making him stop day-dreaming. Finally she was arriving.
The elevator was taking too much time for Blair, she couldn't wait much longer to see Chuck. She needed him right now. Because every single time she had something planned with him, the simple fact of knowing that she would be with him in a few hours got her an itch. An itch that needed to be scratched only by him. And the more the time passed by, the more it became unbearable. When the doors finally opened, she felt her heart beating faster. She took a few steps in the apartment, immediately caught by the low voice of Diana Krall who sounded more sensual in the dimly room than it usually did.
And then she saw him. She instantly felt hot. Standing by the bar, his perpetual glass of scotch in his right hand, the other in his pocket. Why in God's name such a handsome man, no, gorgeous she should say, had to exist? The glimpse of her boyfriend fanned the flame of her body, her heat reaching her cheeks and below her waist, her itch transforming into a consuming fire. She barely felt the flutters causing a stir in her abdomen, too dazed by Chuck. A broad smile outlined on her face.
He smirked.
« Feeling lonely? » she almost purred.
As soon as he saw her the butterflies in his stomach began to flutter wildly, nauseating him a bit. But he didn't mind. He was too amazed by her beauty to bother, she was simply resplendent. Not that he ignored that he was dating a beautiful woman, but he always thought that she grew more attractive every time he was separated from her. She smiled at him that wonderful grin he was crazy about. He could tell she was as glad as he was.
« Feeling lonely? » she asked seductively.
« Not any more » he replied, trying to sound libertine.
« However I am not going to be alone long, my girlfriend is on her way and she is pretty much jealous » he added seriously as he put his empty glass on the bar.
« Oh, is she? How about rehearsing a little? A rehearsal is never too much you know, I would not want you not to please her » She was clearly flirting and God he liked it!
« And what am I going to tell her to postpone our rendez-vous?» he asked teasingly.
« Well, there's always so much to do on a Saturday night. You are obviously busy at the moment, I reckon an invitation to a fabulous restaurant in an hour» she proposed innocently as she stopped few inches from him.
« That sounds reasonable » he whispered in her ear.
He put his hands gently on her back and drew her towards him. They eyed each other greedily. He started to kiss her softly. Her lips, her jaw, down her throat to the base of her neck, her collarbone, leaving a wet trail along the way. Her skin was warm and soft as cashmere. He felt her melt in his arms; he enjoyed being so powerful, she could not resist him as much as he could not resist her. He pulled her out of his embrace to contemplate his work. Blair was burning on the spot, her body slightly shivering, eyes closed, her lower lip trembling as she moaned a low « Chuck, please… »
Chuck felt suddenly very hot below his waist. He slid one of his hand behind her neck and dragged her closer. His lips crashed on hers greedily and she responded eagerly, parting her lips to allow his tongue down her throat. He kissed her passionately, ravaging her full ruby lips, his tongue taking possession of hers. To his greatest pleasure she was all the more responsive. She dug her fingers in his now dishevelled hair and pressed her heat against his very own.
But it was not enough for him. His hand went down along her back to her butt, which he squeezed firmly in his palm. She moaned against his lips and shifted her hips against his in response. Chuck found himself hardening right against her heat. To solve for a moment -even for a very little one- the problem of the lack of space around his groin, Chuck lifted her delicate creamy thigh to pull it back over his own. He lifted the hem of her dress to uncover her thigh and stroked it treasuringly, before leading his hand deeper between her legs. As he was reaching the lacy underwear protecting her heating and wet core, she suddenly stiffened.
She quickly pulled out of his embrace. He opened his eyes, puzzled, asking for more, but all she did was going away from him step by step. She grinned devilishly and said « If you want me Bass, then come and get me ».
She turned away from him and walked slowly towards the stairs in a very suggestive gait. She took off her headband just before the first step and went upstairs. He watched her in disbelief, numb but fascinated. She was now upstairs and paused a moment to take off one stiletto and then disappeared into the dark corridor.
Chuck felt excitation spreading through his body. He already knew Blair was amazing but once again he was stunned by her behavior, she could be so unpredictable! It did not take him long to chase her, he almost ran for the stairs and climbed them hastily. Once upstairs he headed for his bedroom. On his way he found her second stiletto and her dress lying on the floor. He opened slowly his bedroom's door and his heart bounced in his chest. Blair was lying across his bed, completely naked, looking at him with expectant eyes.
Blair knew Chuck loved to rule the lovemaking, but he was also thrilled when she took the control of the situation, and right now she was the one who dictated the rules. She quickly took off her bra, then her panties, and lay down across his bed waiting impatiently for him to arrive.
Few seconds later she heard his pace in the corridor. He opened the door, swiftly came in and froze when he saw her. His ember eyes were focused on her body, looking at her in awe. He would not blink, she was sure about that, he was too mesmerized to. She just adored when he was that captivated, the bliss seizing her body was always overwhelming. She was feeling like she was the most beautiful creature on Earth.
« Well Bass, have you lost your tongue? If it's the case just get out, I need a man who can whisper in my ear. And kiss me as well » she threatened.
« Don't worry about that Waldorf, I'll deal with it » he answered slyly.
Blair sat on the couch as Chuck crossed the gap that separated them. He stood next to the bed and took off his clothes without losing the intensity of their eye contact. Her racing pulse was nearly maddening, making her ears buzz. She could not wait anymore.
From the second his boxer was on the floor she put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. She wanted him so badly, her kisses hungry and her grip firm. He was hers. It felt like it was right this way for him too. They sank into the mattress moaning. Yes, it was not going to be a mere rehearsal.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Please review the chapter to let me know if it's worth continuing it, thanks!
