AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT
She was just a girl at a club with her friends, and as fate would have it she was dared to go talk to him, to dance with him, and soon enough, go home with him. No introductions were needed, in that moment it was just them, a girl and a guy. When the morning after comes around and the sunlight shines they see their faces and soon enough the Queen of the UES and the Playboy are thrown into a romance that was a mistake to begin with, or was it?
Author's Note: I'm trying my luck at a Chuck and Blair fic, I hope I do them justice. R&R guys, it's really appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl, if I would Blair and Chuck would have spent all of the last season together not with a stupid pact.
CHAPTER 1
She was sitting with her friends, they were playing the infamous truth or dare game, only they took it to a next level. They were all chatting waiting for the blonde to come back from her dare. Soon enough they saw her through the crowd, she plopped down in the push leather seats and turned to her best friend.
"I am never doing that again, that was repulsive," the bubbly blonde said.
She laughed, after all it had been her idea. She did always have the best dares. She stopped laughing when they all turned to face her, "What?" she asked with a tone of superiority.
The second one from her left answered her, the glasses she wore were currently falling down her nose as she tilted her head forward leaving the martini cup on the table. "It's your turn, truth or dare?"
"Dare" she answered without skipping a beat.
"I know something you'll never do," the blonde stated.
"And what may that be?" she inquired.
"Go up to…" there was a pause while the blonde scanned the room, finally deciding on a guy at the bar, "him," she said pointing, "and ask him to dance."
"Easy," she said, she was confident about this dare, then again, she would never admit that she had been staring at that exact same guy for the past half hour or so.
"Wait a second," the one directly to the left said, while she twirled her black hair she added something to the dare, "you can't tell him it's a dare."
"Fine by me," she answered as she got up from their table and confidently walked across the crowed club, the clanking of her Louboutins could barely be heard. She approached the bar but waited a minute when she saw that he came with a blond friend. Probably his wingman, she thought.
After a minute passed his blonde friend headed to the bathrooms and she took it as a good omen. She went up to the bartender, and asked for a gin martini, she sat down in the stool next to him. Now that she got a closer look she could see that her suspicions were correct, this guy was smoking hot. His strong jawline, brown eyes, and brown hair complemented his face in a way she'd never seen. As the bartender gave her the martini she turned her head to the handsome stranger, she could feel the gazes of her friends piercing through her back.
"Where'd your friend go?" she asked.
He turned to face her, the first thing he thought was that she was incredibly beautiful, but of course she would be asking about the blonde, not him, figures. She raised her eyebrows waiting for an answer and he realized he hadn't responded.
"Why? Do you want him to join us? Threesomes aren't really my thing. At least not when there's another guy involved." He smirked at her, inside she melted.
"Funny," she said sarcastically. He thought this was a weird turn of events, women never challenged him, they were either nervous or laughing at his comments, he never expected one of them to challenge him.
"I was actually just wondering when your boyfriend was coming back, I wouldn't want to interrupt." She smirked triumphantly. Ouch, he thought, that one hurt, thinking he was gay, unbelievable.
"Babe, I'm not gay, not even in your wildest dreams." Did he just call me babe? She thought. Did I just call her babe? He thought.
"Fine, if you're not gay then why don't you have girls fawning over you, babe?" She stressed the word babe, playfully teasing him.
"Today's my buddy's night, I'm his wingman in this particular occasion"
"Anything I can do to help?" she offered, but hoped he would say no, she didn't want to go home with the blonde, she wanted the mystery man in front of her.
"Brunette's aren't really his type," he stated.
"Are they yours?" She could not believe she just said that, she had never before been this bold in her life, she wouldn't even have insinuated the gay comment either, something had taken over her tonight and she thought it might have something to do with the mystery stranger in front of her, although she had just known him for five minutes.
Bold, he thought, he really liked this girl, no, no, he wanted to fuck her, but his mind kept screaming like instead of the word fuck, he had never felt this before. "When they look like you," he said giving her a once over seeing how the tight dressed hugged her body in all the right places and a little bit of cleavage was seen from his point of view, "who isn't into brunettes?"
She smiled, and it warmed his heart, a small smile crept up into his own lips, something he rarely did. She opened her mouth to ask another question when his friend came back.
"Hey man," the blonde said, "who's the girl?" he asked tilting his head in her direction.
"She's-" he started to say but stopped when he realized he knew nothing about her and was yet so intrigued.
"I'm just a girl at a bar," she said while stretching her hand out to the blonde, "pleasure".
"Same," the blonde responded skeptically.
She got up from the stool and he was sad to see her go, but before she left she placed her hand on his chest and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. "Dance with me?" she said huskily.
He never danced, never, it was a rule. But this girl, she made him reconsider it, and before he knew it he had gotten up from his stool. He turned to his blonde friend, "Later man," he offered a handshake which the blonde accepted. With that he turned to face her again and said, "Lead the way".
She started walking and he felt an impulse to place his hand at the bottom of her back, almost possessively sending a message to other men that said, she's with me. She felt his hand on her lower back and she also felt a shock that went through her spine at the contact. Soon they were on the dance floor and she started swaying to the music.
He couldn't help not look at her, her plump breasts, her perky ass, and all moving to the beat of the music, every song they danced they got closer and closer together until eventually they were grinding. He couldn't help it anymore, his hands found their way to her body and suddenly she felt like taking him then and there but they were in a public place. Their grinding had her wet already, panties soaked she still managed to keep her legs stable enough to lean on him and down she went as the song lyrics said. Her body so close to his and the fact that she had just gone down to the floor and bounced back up again, an action she repeated several times already had him hot for her. She went down one last time making sure her ass was pressed against him, and that's when she felt it, the clear sign that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
With that she bounced back up and leaned in towards him putting her mouth near his ear and whispering, "Why don't we get out of here, and take care of that?" She said as one hand slipped down his pants to hold his hardened member. He groaned, clearly sexually aroused, "We'll take my limo," he offered. As quickly as she had leaned in she had leaned back and removed her hand, "Give me two minutes and I'll meet you at the door," she stated before leaving.
She quickly made her way towards her friends who were looking at her with O shaped mouths clearly having underestimating her boldness, but there was something about this guy that just, made her get out of her shell, be more free, more happy. She leaned towards her best friend and whispered in her ear, to which the bubbly blonde nodded happily. She leaned over the table and grabbed her coat, "Later girls," was all she said as she went to meet the mysterious stranger.
She met him at the door after he had told his friend that he would be heading out, before stepping out into the cold New York street she paused him by putting her hand on his arm and making him turn around. She pointed to the bar. There a scene unfolded where her blonde best friend and his blonde best friend began to talk. He turned to face her.
"Your doing I'm guessing?"
"Well you were his wingman so I helped you wing" she winked at him.
"Does that make you my wingman?" He asked playing along.
"Actually it makes me her wingman," she said referring to her best friend.
His phone ringed and he picked it up after apologizing for having to take the call. He quickly hung up the phone. "The car's here. My place or yours?" He said offering up his arm for her to grab.
"Yours" She said grabbing his arm and following him out.
Gossip Girl blast #3479:
Well, well, well. Strangers on a train, more like strangers in a club. Story is she met him in a club, no introduction needed, no names exchanged, how will all of this play out when the morning comes round? Stay tuned.
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XOXO Gossip Girl
Author's Note: How did I do? Comments are greatly appreciated, good or bad. Thanks for reading. R&R!
-M