The Right Position
By: Shelby
"No," Chuck sighed, "That isn't close enough, Blair. We had it right like five seconds ago and then you moved…" His voice trailed off and he sounded very agitated. They were in his suite and the sound of rustled covers came next.
"No, still not right. There is one specific, perfect fit. You need to fix it. The fit must be perfect," he scolded.
"Well it's not my fault I'm so little," Blair whined with a pout.
"You being little has nothing to do with it. The fact that this isn't fitting right is what is annoying me…"
"Did you ever think maybe it's your fault? Just because I moved and we had to rearrange everything doesn't necessarily place the blame on me," she retorted.
"Actually it does. I had you in the perfect place and then you had to move. Now it doesn't feel right," he scoffed.
"I didn't know there was a specific way to feel in this situation…"
"Oh there is, believe me," he smirked.
"Whatever," Blair remarked and the sheets rustled again.
"There, how about now?"
"Nope… I had things perfect. You aren't going to be able to fix it."
"Well then maybe I should just leave!"
"Calm down, baby. We are going to fix this. We had it right and therefore will get it right again. We just need to rearrange positions. Eventually everything will sort itself out," Chuck assured her.
"Fine, but can you hurry it up. This isn't even fun anymore…"
"It's not supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be…."
"IS IT RIGHT NOW OR NOT?" she shouted. Her frustration had reached its limit. She was even pissed at herself for moving now. This had been going on for practically thirty minutes and it still didn't fit right, didn't feel right, or whatever.
"Well if you go getting all tense and wound up it's going to make things ten times harder," he pointed out.
"I can't relax with you moving me every five seconds…" she trailed off with an innocent, but at the same time very sarcastic smile.
"Then move yourself, help me out a little. Honestly it takes two people to do this. You act like we've never…"
"Chuck, I remember the position! Well, I think I do. I don't know how you're able to tell, but here…" The sheets rustled again, "Is it right?" Her brown eyes looked to his with an eager sense to please.
"Perfect," he smiled. They both felt much more relieved.
"How can you tell? How do you know it's the right fit, that it feels right?" she wondered.
"Because, when I hold you there is only one way to tell that I'm doing it right. There is only one test that everything is a perfect fit and it feels right," he explained.
"And what is that?"
"It's all about you being close enough. Unless I can hear your heart beating, you're not close enough," he whispered. A grin broke out on Blair's face and she felt the butterflies swarm in her stomach.
"I love cuddling with you, Bass," she sighed contently and lied her cheek against his chest.
"I know," he replied, but then smirked. "Now please don't move, Waldorf."
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A/N: Just another fluffy Chair one-shot. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know in a review.