Author's Note: This happened because I'm obsessed with the beginning of season 2. I believe that up to and including Pret-a-Poor J is the golden age of Chuck and Blair and of the show itself (coincidence; I think not!). So, because of this opinion I have watched those episodes A LOT. I started to notice a little something, that Chuck would always try to touch Blair, even just a little, every time they met. I became obsessed and this fic was in my head for months before I finally figured out how to get it on paper. I hope you enjoy!
He always found ways to touch her. Even if it was just a little; a hand reaching out; "Please don't leave with him". Her touching him was fine to, even if it was painful; a pinch on the shoulder, lies, lies, lies. The closest he got to her was in the dark, of course. He got to taste her again under false pretences, but it's not like she didn't know.
There was the time she propositioned him, and he sealed the deal with a kiss. Lips brushing the soft skin of her cheek as tried to pretend as if he didn't feel her enjoying it. Or the second time around; playing with her robe, loving the catch in her breath.
The oddest time was when he came to her, prepared, ready to change the game now that he realized there were some new rules. Yet, he kissed her for a while anyways. He tried to tell himself it was all part of the master plan but he didn't have that knack for lying to himself like Blair did. Really, he just missed her.
Then there was the time she threw herself at him. God that was hard, and hurtful, and annoying, and flattering, mostly confusing. He led her into the limo and tried to keep his hands to himself. It was harder at the bar. He didn't need a whiff to smell the desperation, he could see it (and later feel it, on his pants, he liked those pants) but he got close anyway.
It could have gone right at the apartment. With the music, candlelight, kryptonite and Blair, they could have forgotten the game for a moment. But with one ring, a bad vibe, a text and those goddamn exclamation points the game closed over the moment and he felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. A gut filled with razor-winged butterflies. It was almost worth it later, then it wasn't. He should have killed Humphrey.
At least he got to kiss her goodbye.
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