Gone Maybe Gone?
The sun streamed through the windows and onto the faces of the two people occupying the king sized bed that was in the middle of the bedroom of the Presidential Suite at the Hotel De Paris in Monte Carlo. The female occupant, Blair, reluctantly lifted her head toward the source of light, streaming through the billowy curtains, for just a moment before burying her face against the bare chest of the male occupant and bed mate, Chuck, who breathed a snoring sigh. To Blair, burying her face against Chuck's chest, and wrapping her arms and legs around his body felt just right. The feel, the sent, the size were all to her unique specifications, and she felt a bit like Goldilocks in her mental comparison of men though she'd rather not think of her recent cast-offs or rejects.
Not wanting to dwell on thoughts of those past fellows and the many mistakes and the rest of the drama her life had been for the past year, Blair continued to snuggle against Chuck and began to fall back asleep, when suddenly the phone rang on their bedside table. Startled, Blair tried to sit up and reach for the phone, leaning over her man so as to not disturb his sleeping form, but it was to no avail, as Chuck woke up and reached for the phone instead.
"Hello...uh...oui...uh...merci...uh thanks..." Chuck mumbled into the phone as he held it to his ear for a moment before settling it back in its cradle and rolling over to glance down at Blair with seductively sleepy eyes, a definite twinkle in them.
"So who was that? Your mother trying to disturb our peace again? Or Jack? Or my mother?" Blair mumbled lazily.
"No...just our morning wake up call courtesy of the hotel." he smirked as he ran his hand slowly down her body under the covers, as she sleepily replied "Oh...I hate wake up calls. Five more minutes" and nearly fell back to sleep, but her erstwhile partner had other ideas. "Mm...so do I...but that wasn't what I consider a wake up call...this is..." he smirked as he drew her leg over his body to straddle his hips, pushing his most fervent appendage that was suddenly alert with morning readiness into her awaiting heat. Oh yes, Chuck Bass certainly knew how to give the type of wake up call that Blair always loved.
xoxoxoxo
Meanwhile, back in the US, a golden haired beauty woke up from the first good morning she'd had in a long time. Too long or so it seemed, although it'd only been two weeks since she'd been picked up by the people from the drug rehab center who said they were going to help her detox and so far that had been the case. Serena Vanderwoodsen glanced at herself in the unbreakable mirror above the vanity as she pulled her hair back and splashed cool water on her face, wishing that she had her favorite emollient cream from Le Mer, or even the Body Shop, but no, nothing like that was allowed in the facility such as it was. Instead she washed her face with the Dove beauty bar that she'd been given, using her hands and the water, patting her face with the washcloth, inspecting her skin for any blemish. As with most young women, Serena found more flaws with her face than others might, mentally chastising herself for forgetting to book an appointment with her dermatologist to get rid of the mole on her cheek, but like with anything it was something she'd mean to get around to but never did.
Finding no new blemishes on her pore-less skin, Serena fixed her ponytail, brushed her teeth, and left the bathroom, passing someone else in the hall as she made her way to the dining room to eat her breakfast with the other people at the treatment facility. These people had become like friends to her and she was reluctant in some ways to leave, especially since in her short time there, they had been better friends than her supposed 'best-friend-in-the-world' Blair Waldorf had been to her in the past year, let alone the love of her life Dan Humphrey. The betrayal she had felt when they fell into a relationship with each other so suddenly, and right during the time of her grandmother's death, had cut like a knife. Especially since she knew Blair was just using Dan to escape her real life issues at the time, and Dan was either using Blair to get back at her for some slight...or he really had been infatuated with her best friend? Serena wasn't sure, and would rather not dwell on that situation or else it would drive her to the substances she was really trying to kick.
Thus she was thankful for the program she'd been drawn into by the well meaning person who'd literally rescued her from the gutter. Steve Spence and the Spence House Program had been literal life savers for her and several others there. Part life coach, part psychological counselor, Serena found him to be a godsend to her problems. The program wasn't quite AA, but it seemed to be based off of it, which meant that beyond the organic withdrawl drugs they gave, it also included a holistic approach that stated that residents had to learn to find their center through meditation or prayer, exercise, and learning to forgive oneself and others for real or perceived wrongs.
Forgiving Blair was one thing, since their past had included numerous tiffs and fights, and the thing that had driven the biggest wedge between them, Blair's relationship with Dan, was a non-issue now since Blair finally followed her heart and reunited with her own true love, Chuck Bass. Forgiving Dan though would be a whole other issue, since Dan had treated her like such an asshole the last time she'd seen him. His seemingly wholehearted rejection of her had been the hardest to take and had been the die that cast her briefly again into the underworld of substance abuse.
Fortunately she'd been saved, but being able to forgive might take more strength and soul searching than she had at the moment. So thus to fortify herself physically at least, she needed sustenance...and what better sustenance than a Greek yogurt & fruit parfait with homemade granola on top. The breakfast of champions which reminded her of fond memories at Constance, back when life seemed far simpler indeed.
xoxoxoxoxo
Meanwhile over in Rome, a fluffy haired, skinny, pretentious fellow reread the Fodor's Guide Book for Rome for the upteenth time as he tried to avoid staring at the tourist girls giggle, gossip, and run past the fountain as they threw coins in to make a wish. Seeing girls like that running and playing around brought back memories he'd much rather forget. Memories of heartache and betrayal...at least as he saw it. Girls like that did nothing more than play games with your heart, then stomp on it until it was dead as they then ran back to their older or far sexier real lovers. Guys like him never stood a chance to girls like that...so that's why he'd get his revenge because as he saying went 'The pen was mightier than the sword..' (Now if only he knew where that saying came from?)
"So...Dan...have enough of staring at those pretty little liars? You know I have to meet up with my contact in ten minutes, don't you?" the sly young woman dressed mostly in black, with Gucci sunglasses shading most of her face as she lounged in a chair in the piazza supposedly sunning her pale skin, asked.
"Yes...I know. Hm...pretty little liars, more like pretty little whores...because how I see them. They seem so perfect on the outside...but on the inside they're just whores, whores, whores. Every one of them." he growled under his breath, still staring down the young women.
"Ooh Mr Judgmental now! And here I'd thought you'd like that in a girl...her whorish side...or is that just me?" she mused.
"Well..." he sighed.
"Hm...I'll let you keep your thoughts to yourself. Though I think you're just miffed because you lost Serena Vanderwoodsen and you couldn't make Blair Waldorf come...which is hilarious!" she chuckled.
"Well...obviously something must be wrong with her. I have no idea what Chuck Bass sees in her...because obviously whatever libido they have together must be all him. Too bad I can't have some of it..." he sighed his voice trailing off.
"Some of it? Oh do you really want to fuck Chuck Bass? I'm surprised...though perhaps I shouldn't be. You know I could arrange something, if you want." she laughed wickedly.
"No that's not what I meant, Georgina, I...oh never mind you wouldn't understand." he sighed.
"Perhaps not...but I do know that Chuck is irresistible and has quite the reputation...though you do know I taught him everything he knows because...I was his first!" she saucily replied.
"You were?" he asked skeptically.
"Yes...I was. Hm...well since arranging something involving Chuck Bass would include permission from my parole officer and an edict from Blair Waldorf...even though she does still owe me...I think for you I have a simpler option than a full out orgy...which is what sex involving both of those two would entail, trust me...even though you think she's a wet blanket in bed...ha ha ha...And even though you had that threesome with that actress and your former best friend Vanessa Abrams...I wonder whatever happened to her?..." she pondered aloud.
"You know about that?" he asked, surprised.
"Indeed, it was on Gossip Girl wasn't it?" she asked, then went on "Anyway, sex with Philip has been boring lately...so maybe you are just what we need. Ah two men to dominate is always better than one! And if the idea of a cat-of-nine-tails is a bit too much for you, you can always sit back, babysit Milo, and watch Philip and I. Perhaps you'll even learn something." she added with a wink.
"Seriously, Georgina...I..." he stammered.
"Oh come on Danny boy don't be scared...Anyway enough. My contact awaits...so come on..." she sighed, pulling on his arm as she rose and begun to slink away.
"All right Georgina...lead the way." he sighed, slightly bemused at Georgina's adventures.
xoxoxo
Meanwhile, back at the hotel suite in Monte Carlo, Chuck and Blair had just finished their latest tumble, which was just the next in a very long line. Actually, they'd christened nearly every surface inside and outside of their room in the two weeks since they'd reunited and did what they did. Looking down at their hands, neither could still believe they'd done what they'd done, but their hands bore witness to the decision. After winning and losing and winning a few hands in that infamous table game, a joyous, buoyant, duo drunk on love, happiness, and a tad too much champagne, had decided to take the plunge and lock their relationship down for good.
Glancing down at the sparkler on her hand, Blair realized she could call herself 'Mrs Charles Bass' if she wanted to, because that's what she was, technically and legally, although for business and their parents sake, she was still Blair Waldorf to the general public. Though Blair Bass did have a nice ring to it...but she was adamant that no on call her 'BB' because that sounded like some housewife's name from the 1950s or something, which was not what what she was.
"So Mrs Bass...what are your plans for the day? More of the same...because you know that I'm always up to the task...or do you have something else in mind?" Chuck mused seductively, giving her a hint of what he'd like to do that day.
"Mm...well...while I'd rather spend all day in bed with you..performing our own version of gymnastics...let's say...My mother's been asking me questions about the supposed 'trip to Milan' to look for new designing talent and inspiration that I claimed I was on. She wants to see results and hopes I'm not just frittering my life away on some silly scheme." she sighed.
"As if you're capable of that..." Chuck teased as he tried to kiss her.
"Chuck..." she sarcastically moaned, though it was all in good fun.
"Mm...well speaking on parents and companies...now that we worked together to get some of my money back, I'm going to challenge my father for at least a piece of Bass Industries again, which at first means smoothing the way. Jack's informed me that Bart is constructing a new hotel in Dubai, so I've decided to intercept him there and see how it goes." he replied.
"Oh that sounds good...but what about us? You know how he felt about me the last time I was around." she replied.
"Yes I know...the bastard..." he said, gritting his teeth. "Nonetheless, that's why we must keep 'us' a secret for the time being...at least from him. If you want to tell your parents, its up to you. Just be discretionary. It'll only be for a few months and then its back to the city."
"A few months? How can we go without seeing each other for a few months...especially now that we're married?!" she chastised him.
"Ah...I know what you mean. Well maybe I'll be able to get away from Dubai every week for a few days..." he mused.
"Or I could come visit you...covertly of course..." she added.
"Yes...indeed that might work...a secret affair indeed..." he pondered, then added "Though first...let's resume our favorite pass time...working on another member to the Bass family tree..." he seductively added as he enveloped her in another sexy embrace.
Blair enthusiastically jumped into his embrace, literally pouncing on her sexy husband...and though she agreed with his idea...the thought of another baby made her heart ache just a little and think 'Too soon, too soon..' though hopefully that'd be an issue they'd only have to deal with if it came to that.
xoxoxoxo
Time passed quickly enough for everyone because everyone stayed busy with work, rehab, and whatever other adventures life presented them. Chuck was able to convince Bart that he was on the straight and narrow, as far as that went with Bass men, as he worked with Bart and his partner Amira and her brother Abed in the construction of the next luxury hotel under the Bass Industries umbrella of power, this time in Dubai. Bart was seemingly convinced that Chuck was moving on from his irresponsible ways, which in his mind included not only substance abuse, but also flighty young women like Blair Waldorf. He'd once thought she would be a good match for his son Charles because she'd seemed like a responsible young woman with a plan for her future, and she had been at first, but her actions within the past year had him in doubt because her flightiness reminded him too much of his ex-wife Evelyn, who insisted on calling herself Elizabeth now. Still Bart did have to question Chuck's actions even now, because despite sticking with the Dubai project, his son suddenly had these unexplained trips to Europe for a day or two nearly every week. With that schedule, he wondered if Chuck had a mistress or something over in Europe? If so, he hoped she wouldn't make Chuck lose his focus again like his past relationships did.
Life for Blair moved on faster that summer than she thought possible. Her position as the CEO of Waldorf Designs proved to be more time consuming than she'd initially thought it would be. It was far more than just barking orders at her staff and parading around giving underlings and interns what for, and throw lavish parties, like her mother seemed to do. No the real job came in directing the designers, coordinating schedules, holding meetings, attending meetings, and trying to market the business to potential buyers and sellers. Stores, boutiques, websites, branding, marketing, designing, and making sure everything flowed as scheduled, it was indeed quite the job. Not only did she realize that without her mother, Eleanor Waldof, they lost their main designer, but also she needed a personal assistant, like her mother once had in Laurel, so hiring calls for top designers and personal assistants were posted with mixed results. Plus Blair soon realized that Paris was nice, but it was no New York City, so she had to find people willing to relocate to New York...and if not, she'd just hire her old friends and minions from Columbia and NYU. Surely they would be obediant enough to do everything her way.
Blair also relished her visits with Chuck, as far between as they were. This undercover business wasn't easy and especially seemed to take a toll on her health. So much so that her mother noticed and suggested she take a trip to the French countryside to visit Harold and Roman at her chateau. The vacation was wonderful, although she wished that Chuck could be there with her more than he could, and she was a little disheartened when Chuck suddenly told her that the business with Dubai and elsewhere was becoming so heavy that he wouldn't be able to visit her as much as he liked. Blair took it in stride, but was still disappointed that he couldn't be there with her, and neither could Serena. Oh yes she still worried about her friend, even if they were estranged, and was even more concerned when her efforts to contact her went unanswered. Still, not having Chuck around and worrying about a missing Serena weren't her only concerns while resting in her father's chateau, because it as there that she discovered that Chuck's wishes might be coming true. Another member was going to be added to the Bass family tree in a few more months, whether she was ready or not. Yet another surprise in her secret marriage to Chuck Bass.
While Blair was in France and Chuck was in Dubai, another dubious duo were being ushered into a lavish estate in the Italian countryside to meet with some people the young woman had connections with. People who she said was part of their family.
"So...you wanted to meet with me...Georgina?" the sly old Italian gentleman asked as he blew smoke rings from his cigar.
"Yes, uncle Rubio...I have your fifty thousand...but first the information I wanted...for my friend here." Georgina replied slyly herself.
"Friend or lover? As I see it, he looks to be not much of a lover...though perhaps I should be the judge of that" a sly Italian woman replied, eyeing Dan like a piece of meat and finding him slightly wanting. Even her poodle, which was dyed purple, seemed to judge him as she stared too.
"Well if you want to aunt Gina, be my guest...perhaps you can teach him a thing or two." Georgina chuckled. "Anyway, uncle Rubio, business...no information...no money." she bargained.
"Yes...well as much as I want your money...I have a proposition for you that could gain you even more. Give this to my cousin Nunzio back in the States. He'll be catering a wedding in Upstate New York on the 28th of August. Do it and it will snatch you a quarter of the take...and perhaps information about that girl you are seeking." he slyly replied.
"Serena? You know something about Serena?" Dan interrupted as the rest of their hosts just stared.
"Yes...perhaps we do...but first do the job...then you will know." their hosts replied as they went on to converse with Georgina mostly in Italian.
As they were escorted out of the estate, Dan slyly whispered to Georgina "When you said you were visting your family...I didn't know you meant 'the family' "
"Ah...Humphrey, don't be naive. When hanging with me, you should know better than that..." she replied.
xoxoxoxo
Finally, or so it seemed, the end of August arrived, and with it the return of several people to New York city. Blair returned to get an early start on the Fall and Winter fashion campaigns, even if the temperatures were still horribly high. Chuck returned because his business in Dubai was finished and he wanted to get started setting things up for his life together with Blair, inform his best friend, Nate, about his news, and to intercept his contact who was supposed to have information about his long lost sister, Serena, who was also his wife's best friend. (To him, only Serena was worthy of that title...beyond himself to his own degree. Anyone else beyond that was sorely mistaken. ) And the duo of Dan and Georgina returned with their covert mission in mind...along with settling back into the city as the writer he was and the debutante wife and mother that she was.
Nate had just come home to the Empire penthouse for lunch, when he heard a noise and noticed that his friend and flat mate was home.
"Chuck...man you're back from Dubai or France or wherever! Ha they didn't try to detain you in Monaco did they?" Nate good naturedly teased.
"No...nothing like that. I won some money, spent some money, reconciled with my father, and more." Chuck replied as he sorted through some things in his bedroom.
"Sounds good. Oh did you run into Blair? I heard she was with her mom in Paris or something...for business...but I know how you two are..." Nate mused inquiringly.
"Well...to answer that question...yes I ran into Blair...or more precisely she ran into me...and the rest is history." Chuck slyly replied as he pulled a document out of his pocket and slid it across the table.
Picking it up, Nate quickly scanned it before he exclaimed "Woah...man...is this what I think it is? Did you and Blair...get married? Is it legal?"
"Yes...its legal...and yes Nathaniel, you're looking at a married man now. Yes I married Blair Waldorf." he smugly replied, though slightly embarassed.
"Don't you mean Blair Grimaldi?" Nate joked, as Chuck shot him a scowl that was definitely lethal. "Sorry man...bad joke. So congratulations...does that mean Blair's moving in with us?" he apologized as his friend regained his composure.
"At the moment the relationship is secret mainly because of my father's disapproval, however we intend to reveal ourselves when the moment is right. As far as living situations...that's still being sorted out." Chuck replied.
"All right I'll keep your secret. And speaking of secrets...you know how we've been wondering about Serena...well rumor has it that she's been laying low at a rehab facility upstate...someplace that's sorta off the grid...I believe its called Spence House and was created by some finance guru who got into drug rehab after his cousin almost OD'd. Anyway apparently this cousin of his is getting married...and low and behold Serena's in the wedding...And the wedding is this evening. The info was all over The Spectator." Nate replied.
"Ah...intriguing information! Serena in a public place...I will have to tell Blair. Maybe we can get there if we leave soon." Chuck pondered as he hit Blair's number on speed dial.
"You're gonna wedding crash? Roadtrip, man! Can I come along? You know if you're gonna wedding crash, you've gotta have a wing-man." Nate enthusiastically added.
"All right. Maybe you can be our chaperone...to make sure Blair and I don't get ahead of ourselves...unless you wanna watch?" Chuck teased.
"Whatever man. I'll certainly keep an eye on you two..." Nate laughed as they went on.
Blair was just settling in at her family's penthouse. Chuck had texted her to let her know that he'd obtained information about Serena and that they'd be able to intercept her, if she get ready to leave as soon as he arrived. So she prepared herself and was just descending the stairs, when she spotted an impeccably dressed, dark haired young man exit the elevator, practically right on schedule.
Descending the stairs elegantly, she couldn't help herself but to rush to him once she reached the bottom, enveloping him in a slightly uncharacteristic embrace.
"Oh Chuck...you're here! I missed you.." she sighed, giving him a kiss as she greeted him.
"Ha ha...good to hear it. And I missed you too...and I love you..." he warmly greeted her, embracing her back as well, in a greeting reminiscent of when they'd made up right after high school graduation.
"Ha ha...say it again..." she teased.
"I love you darling, don't you forget it." he chuckled seductively.
"Mm..that never gets old. I love you too Chuck. Truly I do...don't you forget that." she kissed him back, then pulled back and suggested "And to prove that to you...we can always go up to my room and have a proper greeting...or don't we have time?" she pouted slightly.
"Well..." Chuck started to reply but was soon interrupted.
"Wow you two that's quite the greeting! Do you have anything left over for me, Blair?" a male voice interrupted good naturedly teasing them.
"Oh Nate...you're here! It's good to see you too. Quite the timing! Did you hear the news about Serena, too?" Blair nervously laughed, slightly embarrassed that her long time friend and former boyfriend had been privy to her open PDA with Chuck. Especially since she knew that Chuck had wanted to keep their relationship a secret, and Nate ran a tabloid magazine.
"Yes and I wanted to help. If Serena is in trouble again, I want to help her too...so I'm coming along." he replied.
"You are? Do you know about Chuck and I being...together?" she asked sheepishly.
Ha ha, yeah I know. And congratulations you two...I knew you'd reunite sooner or later." he jovially congratulated them.
"Thanks. All right, well I don't know if the Bass Helicopter can seat more than three people.." she pondered aloud, until Chuck coughed to interrupt her.
"Ahem...we're not taking the Bass copter. Bart's still..." he drawled.
"Being a basstard. All right then, how pray tell are we going to get there?" she asked.
"Road trip man!" Nate replied.
"Road trip?" Blair cautiously replied, remembering another road trip she'd gone on with someone else...which had eventually led to a relationship that even now had her wondering at what she'd been thinking the whole time.
"We're traveling in my limousine. Arthur is driving us and I've also included your favorite macarons from Pierre Hermes and Cludamel '95. All your favorites." Chuck replied, easing her tensions a bit.
"Ah now that is what I call a road trip! Well what are we waiting for, then? Let's depart!" Blair brightened, as she took Chuck's hand and they entered the elevator, descending it to the car that was waiting for them just outside the front door of her building.
xoxoxoxo
In another part of New York, Brooklyn to be precise, a slender young man with a mop of dark hair, exited an industrial building-turned-middle class housing, right behind a young woman with dark hair, a tank top and skinny jeans. She led him to a vehicle parked curbside with the motor running, which he momentarily questioned before entering.
"A minivan, Georgina? I thought you said you had a get away car standing ready for us." he skeptically asked as he climbed in and sat on a captain's chair that was right next to a mop-headed toddler with curly dark hair too, who stared at him for a moment before blowing a raspberry at him. Staring at he little boy, Dan suddenly remembered how, after at first believing Milo as his & witnessing his birth, Georgina had eventually admitted that the child's father had been a Russian mobster...however to look at the kid with his dark, curly hair and so on, he had to wonder if Georgina had told the truth about the child's paternity in the end or not?
"Well...Philip had to take Milo for a doctor's appointment...and we were running a little late...so he volunteered to be our get away driver on our little adventure...Anyway we only have until five this evening to intercept our contact so this is the best I could do." Georgina replied.
"What about your son? Wouldn't he get in the way?"
"He won't...Phil will watch him...while we're busy playing Wedding Crashers. Which as you know is my favorite game to play. And by the way...I did hear that Serena might be there and part of the wedding party...but I wonder what role she'll be? Could it be the bride? Ha if she is...maybe you can have bigger balls than Chuck had at Blair's disaster of a wedding to Louis and actually interrupt the wedding and admit your true self...because we all know you still love Serena deep down inside and would shit cats and dogs to actually see her marry someone else." Georgina baited him, as Milo suddenly parroted her saying "Shit cats-n-dogz, Shit catz-n-dogz..." while kicking his feet against the car seat.
"Like hell I would..." he seethed, before remembering himself. "Uh...sorry. Uh Georgina do you know your son swears like a sailor?"
"Yes..he has quite the vocabulary, wouldn't you say?" she replied as Philip interrupted her and added more. "He can even recite the alphabet in English and Russian...and loves to pretend to write on his magna-doodle board. Quite the child protegy!"
"...But he needs to socialize more...because sometimes he seems like such a lonely boy..." Georgina teased, causing Dan to feel slightly uncomfortable and study the toddler beside him to see if Milo really was a mini-me of himself.
"But enough about Milo...we should focus on accessing our target...and for your sake perhaps, rescuing Serena from her Dr Jeckyll-like fiance..." Georgina mused aloud.
"Dr Jeckyll-like? You mean he turns into a monster?" Dan asked suddenly feeling protective of Serena.
"Hm...maybe not himself...but I heard that he pumps the patients at his rehab client so full of drugs to 'alter their behavior' that it makes them become his unwilling test subjects...just so he could get more grant money to continue his...experiments. And from what I've heard he's not even licensed to practice medicine in the state of New York." Georgina mused again, further baiting Dan about Serena potential welfare.
"The monster! He must be stopped...and I'm just he man to do it!" Dan declared under his breath, as Georgina slyly chuckled at Dan's inherent desire to always play the hero.
xoxoxoxo
Traveling in the limousine, Blair, Chuck, and Nate chatted about how they were going to find Serena and get her the help she needed, whether it involved crashing Serena's new boyfriend's cousin's wedding or not...or if they could think of another scheme...as well as filling each other in on their summer activities around the globe, as they sipped their champagne and Blair ate her macarons.
Blair took a bit of a nap, snuggled against Chuck the way she was in the car...but when she eventually woke up, after having a dream based on a memory of her honeymoon with Chuck...she was suddenly feeling very horny indeed. And with Chuck right there beside her in the limo, in his sexy checked sport coat, he was so hard to resist. And she knew he couldn't resist her...so playing on his known weeknesses and occasional lack of stamina...Blair began to stroke his thigh and his ass, until she could feel his body begin to react.
"Blair...what are you doing? You know Nate's here..." he slyly replied, trying to squeeze her ass as well.
"I know...but I have the perfect solution...if I have you hot and bothered..." she mused as she moved away from him and drew out a copy of a newspaper she'd had folded in her purse.
"Ha ha...mmm...I love you for your resourcefulness..." he mused as he opened the newspaper across his lap and began to read it, as Blair got to work on Chuck, undoing his slacks as he leaned back to relax and make her job easier.
It was a moment later that Nate, lost in his thoughts, glanced their way and made an observation "The Wall Street Journal, Chuck? You actually read The Wall Street Journal in hard copy?"
"Well of course, Nathaniel...I always want to know what's ahead on Wall Street?" he replied surprisingly cooly.
"How's the market these days? Any ups and downs?" Nate asked.
"Well much of the market has it's ups and downs...Although from the look of it, Bass...st-ock seems to be on the rise..." Chuck mused cooly, yet slyly as he glanced down at Blair's naughty little hands.
"Seriously?" Nate skeptically asked.
"Yes...its certainly on the rise...and about ready to explode...all over the market..." Chuck mused through slightly gritted teeth.
"Really? Blair...is that true?" Nate asked enthusiastically.
"Well from where I see it...its true." she mused, being sure to give Chuck a real good stroke with her hand, causing him to whimper and growl a little as she finished him off...as the Bass 'stock' did start to explode a little on the market quite literally.
"Wow I'll have to call my broker! I'm getting insider trading secrets from the source..." Nate mused as he went to call his stock broker on the phone.
"Uh...Nate I think I'd be careful before you invest just yet..." Chuck and Blair tried to warn him, but before they could continue, Arthur interrupted them over the intercom.
"Mr Bass, I apologize for the interruption...but we are running low on fuel so I need to stop at the next service station."
"Thank you Arthur for informing us." Chuck replied, as Blair briefly criticized the driver for miscalculating the fuel for the limo, but Chuck assured her it would only take a moment, then they'd be on their way...and that perhaps the could use their extra time constructively.
As the limo was driving through the small town in New York State, making their way to the town's main service station and convenience store, a nondescript minivan and its passengers were just getting ready to leave. They'd stopped to refuel, use the restroom, get snacks, and so forth. They tried taking Milo to the restroom, but as with most two year olds, he was a bit obstinate and refused to try, instead begging for a Slurpee and a Sno Ball, which they bought him.
This motley crew of travelers were just getting ready to leave, as Dan finished pumping the gas into the van, when suddenly he looked up and exclaimed "A limo? What the heck...Did Chuck Bass follow us all the way here? What are he, Blair, and Nate gonna enact a Serena intervention? Not if I can help it!"
"You might be right Dan...it could be Chuck and Blair...or it could be a spy from Nunzio's rival's family sent to make sure we don't do our job! Either way...we're not sticking around to find out!" Georgina shouted as Philip started up the minivan, peeling out of there just as Dan hopped in and Milo started to wail "I hafta go potty!"
The Bass limo pulled into the convenience store just as the minivan peeled rubber out of the parking lot, nearly taking the gas pump with it, and causing an attendant or cashier run out because they just had a pump-and-no-pay of about fifty dollars in gasoline.
"Well I wonder what made that van peel out of here like a bat outta hell? Is the food that bad?" Nate pondered as he watched the van leave.
"Who knows? Unless they knew Chuck Bass was in town and they went to alert the media?" Chuck mused teasingly egotistical.
"Ha ha only you would think that." Blair sighed, teasingly sarcastic as she walked into the establishment behind the guys, commenting as she went. "So this a suburban convenience store? Stop and Sip? How...quaint.." she said as she eyed the place with more than a little disdain.
"Yes...apparently it is...and I spot just what I need. Care to join me Blair?" Chuck replied as he eyed he restroom.
"Of course..." Blair slyly whispered back, as she then piped up to Nate "Oh don't mind us, Nate. Chuck...needs my...assistance...so we'll be back in a minute..." as she followed Chuck into the restroom.
Once they sneaked into the restroom, Chuck and Blair got down to business, kissing and slipping past clothing barriers to get to the heart of the matter indeed. Doing it in a convenience store restroom using the sink and the handicap bar was a bit outside of the norm, but it certainly did the job and was almost as good as the time they'd had a quickie on the Waldorf family piano, if they thought about it.
Afterwards, they both slippd discretely out of the restroom and met up with Nate who had a whole pile of purchases on the counter, as he finished paying for them.
"Nathaniel Archibald, what pray tell is all of this?" Blair chided him in her best stern mother voice, which surprised even her.
"Can you believe all of this great stuff I got here for only fifteen dollars! Chips, pork rinds, hot dogs, mini donuts, a Slurpee for each of us, and these...since based on the sounds you two made in the restroom, it sounded like you needed them." he joked, handing out the items.
"Trojans...extra large, ribbed for her pleasure? Heh...that's the right size, isn't it Blair?" Chuck mused, showing her the box.
"Yes...though how did he know? Though maybe I don't want to know...Anyway I can't believe you heard us from here and bought condoms...and all of this junk food?" Blair said as she stared at the pork rinds in a mixture of disgust and odd desire.
"Mm...I don't think I've had a Slurpee since I was ten years old and you convinced me to go to that bodega where we snitched those Penthouse magazines." Chuck remembered.
"Oh yeah I remember now...ha ha fun times!" Nate laughed.
"This drink isn't bad...though it could use a splash of gin and the hotdog some Grey Poupon...don't you think?" Chuck commented as he sipped the Slurpee and took a bite out of the hotdog.
"Oh yeah I forgot the mustard." Nate commented.
"No problem." Chuck replied to Nate as he walked up to the counter and asked the cashier girl in his best suave, Chuck Bass voice "Pardon me...do you have any Grey Poupon?"
"Chuck I can't believe you're eating a hotdog in public! I can just see the headline on Gossip Girl now 'Spotted: Chuck Bass slumming it by eating a convenience store hotdog and pork rinds...and auditioning for a Grey Poupon commercial.' We'll be the laughing stock of the Upper East Side! Plus you know they give you gas...and aren't we going to a wedding? Seriously!" Blair huffed a she took a sip from her Slurpee and sighed "Yeah his isn't bad...but it could use some gin because otherwise its like a virgin Cosmo...if there ever was such a thing." as she led the guys out of the Stop & Sip and back into the limousine. Once in the limousine Chuck & Blair added a bit of dijon mustard to the remainder of their hotdogs, then they and Nate each added a splash of gin to their Slurpees from Chuck's flask, as the limo left the convenience store and they went on their way to the wedding.
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It was only a few minutes later when the Bass limousine pulled into the long driveway of the estate where the'd been informed that the wedding was taking place. Arriving in a limousine nearly guaranteed them access into the wedding with no questions asked. Once they arrived, however, Blair suddenly realized that drinking her Slurpee, along with her hidden condition, had cased her to have to go to the restroom for real this time, so she told the guys to save her a seat while she went to take care of business of a more personal nature.
The two guys walked toward the wedding, which was about to begin such that many of the guests were already seated, when they encountered a rather exuberant little fellow manning the guest book and serving as an impromptu matre'd of sorts.
Noticing the two guys he exclaimed "Welcome to the wedding! Who's side are you on? The groom..or the groom?"
"Huh? We're here to see Serena..." Nate replied, rather confused.
"Spence...we're on the Spence side..." Chuck replied, glancing around the wedding and scoping out the situation.
"Oh excellent! Its just on the right. I do say you two do make a lovely couple...I'd escort you in myself if I could...but duty calls." the guy laughed as he handed them a program of he event as Nate and Chuck took their seats.
"Lovely couple? Ha did that dude think we're.." Nate chuckled, still a bit perplexed.
"Yes...though I can see why. Apparently this wedding wasn't for Serena after all.." Chuck replied as his motioned for Nate to look at the program.
Eventually Blair finished her restroom break and sneaked back toward the ceremony, just in time to spot Chuck and Nate's position in the audience and squeeze into the seat they saved just for her, which from her point of view was the chair right between Chuck and Nate, which caused Chuck to have to move onto the seat he'd originally reserved for Blair.
"So did I miss anything good? I didn't hear anything either, except for several cater waiters who were arguing amongst themselves." she sighed haughtily.
"Well apparently, if Serena is in this wedding, she obviously isn't the bride." Chuck drawled as he showed her the program.
"Oh..okay...its Steve's cousin...and his boyfriend...Hm...I'm surprised my father and Roman haven't done this yet? I'll have to suggest it.." she whispered, until the ceremony started.
In the meantime, two undercover 'catering staff' were just finishing their 'job' handing the package to Nunzio's 'cousin' who was the head of the business. They were about ready to leave, when the one waiter suddenly decided to pull away for his own investigation.
"Dan where are you going?" Georgina gasped incredulously.
"Sorry Georgina, I'm just going to see if Serena's going to make the biggest mistake of her life...and I'm going to stop it." he exclaimed as he marched over toward the ceremony location.
"All right, go make a fool of yourself Dan Humphrey..while I catch it all on film. And this time no one's stealing my camera!" Georgina chuckled wickedly as she pulled out her camera and began to film.
The wedding had just gotten to the point where the officiant said "If there is anyone who can find just cause to impede this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.." when suddenly a casually dressed young man cam marching up the aisle, saying "I object! I..."
Gasps from the crowd were heard, as well as from one of the grooms. "Ah...I knew it! And who is this?"
"Dan? What are you doing here?" Serena suddenly gasped in surprise.
"Oh 'Dan'? Is it? Is 'Dan' why you suddenly had to go to San Francisco for your 'business trip'?" the one groom huffed and began to walk out.
"No...He's cute..but I don't even know him!" the other groom replied, sheepishly going after him...though figuratively ending the wedding ceremony for the moment, causing the guests to disperse to the reception, which was still ready to go despite the ceremony's abrupt end.
Chuck and Blair mingled with the guests for awhile, snacking, chatting, and so on, as they bided their time waiting to talk to Serena. Nate did likewise, though getting flirtatious advances from a variety of people, rebuffing some and encouraging others, soon momentarily forgetting about Serena.
Serena herself was whisked away to he buffet table by her well meaning boyfriend, Steve, who tried to keep her focused so that she wouldn't give into temptation and drink too much. Still, drinking a glass of champagne and eating a piece of cake, Serena was still surprised by the inevitable when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see Dan Humphrey scowling at her.
"Dan what do you want? Why did you wreck Steve's cousin's wedding with an 'I object!'? Did you think I was getting married?" she asked upset, but still slightly bemused.
"Why yes.." he stammered.
"Oh I didn't know you still cared...especially after the way you kicked me out of your life!" she growled.
"Oh well...I'm sorry about that...but I'm not sorry about ruining that wedding because I thought you were getting married...and I knew you shouldn't marry him because he's dangerous..." Dan replied.
"Dangerous?" she skeptically replied.
"Yes...I discovered that he's like a mad scientist...filling you with psychotropic drugs that mess with your subconscious and so he can use you as his slave...So I just wanted to save you from turning into his own Harley Quinn." Dan exclaimed, his eyes bugging out a little as his imagination went wild.
"He's dangerous? From where I stand...YOU are the one who looks more like the Joker. Do you know that for a split second when I saw the photo of that guy from Colorado...I'd feared it was you, Dan? And now you're here accusing my boyfriend of being a 'mad scientist'? To me, you're the crazy one. You have no reason to find fault with Steve Spence. He was there for me when you weren't, when you were back in Brooklyn being so judgmental of me and my friends. No you're the one acting crazy." Serena's exclaimed.
"At least I'm not the one with daddy issues." he smugly replied, to which received a resounding slap from Serena, who then went off with her boyfriend, leaving Dan to stew in his own juices and think about some of the things he said...though he still felt he was in the right.
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When Serena left with Steve, though, he quickly whisked them both away from the remainder of the wedding reception, citing concern for Serena's well being. Still doing that made it so that none of her other friends were able to talk to her in the end. Blair was a bit upset over the fact that they'd gone all that way and still had been unable to talk to Serena after all. Nate found a ride back to the city with someone else he'd met at the wedding reception, so in the end, Chuck and Blair had the limo all to themselves for the ride back to the city. On their way back, Blair sighed and unloaded all of her concern over Serena onto Chuck, hoping he could handle it.
"Oh Chuck...I can't believe Serena just left like that, without talking to any of us. What Dan did was embarrassing but hilarious, especially since he'd obviously thought it was S getting married...and was certainly surprised in the end." she chuckled and sighed. "Ah...I can't believe what a mess life is right now! I'm estranged from S, I probably lost my friendship with Dan...though whatever I saw in him, beyond being someone to chat with, I do not know. Your father is alive...but now you're estranged from him. And you're fighting for control or at least a piece of Bass Industries again...so we have to be secret...although I'd love to be able to come out with our love just as easily as those guys who's wedding we attended did. Being at that wedding now makes me wish we could have had a big wedding like that too. Or that I had saved my big wedding ceremony for you...and not Louis." Blair sighed, lying her head against Chuck's shoulder, morosely as they stroked each other's hands.
"Mm...well you know Rome wasn't built in a day..." he commented, to which she scowled, and he chuckled and continued. "Wrong metaphor, aye? Well let's just say that these things take time. All of it, so don't feel bad that we couldn't see Serena today, because you can try again tomorrow. Nonetheless I can think of a few things we can do in the meantime...we are in the limo..." he drawled seductively.
"True...and limos are sacred..." she took the hint as she maneuvered her face to look into his seductive, dark eyes, leaning in for a kiss. "...So I want you to fuck me Chuck..." she purred, just like the first time.
And just like that first time, he asked "Are you sure?" as she answered him with a forth coming kiss...and suddenly it was sex in the limo all over again. Blair anxiously helping him unbutton his slacks as he rucked up her skirts and slid upon his lap, mutually touching and petting each other as they kissed...and rode each other ferociously as they rode in the limo that sailed down the highway toward the city, under a star dappled night sky.
When they arrived back, they stopped at the building where the Waldorf penthouse was located, Blair naturally thinking that Chuck would follow her, however, he declined to, citing business he had to take care of back at the Empire Hotel that night, let alone the fact that he had an eight o'clock meeting at the Empire the next morning, so it was in his best interest to spend the night there. Blair was reluctant to see her young husband spend the night away from her bed, but she understood that for the good of his relationship with his father it had to be so...at least for the time being.
Chuck rode on back to the hotel suite he'd considered his home for the past three years, intent on relaxing. When he arrived, he realized Amira was already there, apparently ready to get down to the business they had together. He poured her a drink, then thought they'd get to talking about the mutual scheme they were working on against his father Bart Bass...however instead of that right away, Amira handed him an envelope she'd claimed Bart had given him to give to her. In it was a letter inexplicably stating that he and Nate were being evicted from the Penthouse Suite at the Empire Hotel so that it could be used by paying customers and dignitaries. Obviously it was going to be a short night and tomorrow was definitely going to be quite the day.
