Title: Two of a Kind
Author: Melanyholland
Summary: Chuck remembered well the first time Blair Waldorf had asked his help.
Rating: T
Timeline: after episode 3x02 (The Freshmen)
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Feedback: really appreciated, thanks.
Notes: as usual, this is a translation of one of my Italian stories. Actually, this is a one-shot in the original, but it's quite long so I decided to divide it in two chapters. I have to do another sort of translation for my thesis at college (so boring) and I needed a distraction. I'll try to publish the next part as soon as possible, I promise.
I'm sorry if there are some mistakes, feel free to tell me if you find them
:)
Two of a Kind
1.
"I can't believe it!".
Chuck looked up from the statistics on the screen of his laptop and saw the gorgeous woman who had just entered his suite, an hurricane of rustling silk branded Dior and tinkling white gold with the initials of Cartier. Her full lips pouted adorably and her cheeks were flushed while she was pacing the room frantically.
"It's like being in one of those trash-movies about college where the girls don't wear bras and everybody gets drunk with cheap beer in paper cups ant then has sex in the confraternities' gardens! Chuck," she called desperately, jumping literally on his lap and putting her arms around his neck: "My life can't be like one of those movies. I'm Audrey!".
Chuck relaxed against the soft back of the couch he was sitting on, rested one hand on Blair's hip and the other went up to put delicately a lock of hair behind her ear. Lately she had her hair straight, a smooth, brown cascade falling over her petite shoulders. Chuck thought she was beautiful with any hairstyle, but he missed a little the feeling of her soft, flexible curls around his fingers. Curls were so… Blair.
"Relax, sweetheart. You don't have to hang out with that kind of people." He reassured her kindly, caressing her cheek. As far as Chuck was concerned, all the movies about college he had watched were full of girls who wore absolutely nothing and people who had sex everywhere. So, he was glad that his Blair was keeping away from the NYU's extra-academic activities.
"I know, but it's so frustrating." She sighed, drawing circles on his lilac shirt with her fresh manicured finger. She was still pouting and her bottom lip was a sensual and irresistible invitation to kiss her. Chuck was very tempted, but he knew that Blair needed to talk now, so he decided to give her all his attention, his fingers dancing comfortingly on her side covered with lavender silk.
"None knows who I am, Chuck. They are too busy worshipping Vanessa, that ugly tramp."
"I know who you are." He whispered tenderly, kissing her chin, "Only someone worthy of you can understand that you're the true Queen," her jaw, "And those brats, like you said," her cheek, "Can't tell the difference between a sparkling diamond and a plastic gem you can see around the finger of a cheap Brooklyn waitress."
Blair smiled, pleased and he kissed her finally on the mouth, enjoying her taste and holding her in his arms. He loved the sensation of her sweet weight on his thighs, her soft and slim body pressed against him so much he could feel her breasts under the fabric of her dress.
"It would have been great if you had attended NYU too," Blair whispered dreamily against his lips, caressing his nape with her nails and making him shiver. "We could have schemed together against Vanessa and Georgina…" she kissed him passionately, thrilled by her own reverie. "…we would have been the most powerful couple in the university."
"You don't need me to win, you know." He encouraged her, secretly proud that Blair believed he was so important and frankly delighted by her excited attitude while she was telling him her fantasies about them. Blair smiled and when she kissed him again, Chuck thought he would never grow tired of the wonderful feeling of her warm and silky lips on his, always so eager to take his mouth.
"Of course I don't." she confirmed, raising her chin and frowning with that casual pride which he liked so much. "But having you by my side would have made everything better." She sighed, gentle again, and rested her head on his shoulder. Chuck kissed her hair, breathing eagerly her perfume. It was the same, delicious scent he found every morning on the pillows of his bed, a pleasant discovery which always made him feel like he was the luckiest man in the world.
"Do you remember the Lizette Grant thing?" Blair asked, blowing heat on his throat and then nibbling at his tender skin. Chuck closed his eyes a little, enjoying the sensation of Blair's insolent mouth on him and smirked.
Of course he remembered. It had been the first time that the proud, independent Blair Waldorf had asked his help for one of her plans of social destruction. Chuck had always been fond of that memory, even when he still didn't know he was in love with Blair. He had always liked the ambitious and merciless side of the most graceful girl of the Upper East Side.
It happened during their first year at Constance and . Chuck was talking with a girl who had just transferred from a boarding school, apparently to explain to her where she could find the chemistry room, actually to lead her to the nearest empty place where he could verify whether her curves, which the Constance uniform wasn't able to hide completely, were as inviting as they seemed. Little Caroline, who a moment before was lost and confused, now was looking at him with blushed cheeks and a delighted smile on her glittering lips, full of pink lip-gloss. A couple of sugary words whispered with a caressing tone and a charming smile had been enough. The girl was in his sway, eating from his hand.
Chuck loved freshmen.
He was about to take her hand and offer to escort her, when Blair unexpectedly showed up at his side and rested an hand on his shoulder.
"Chuck, I've been looking for you everywhere." She commenced, smiling sweetly, her tone joyful and polite. "Who's your new friend?".
Blair surely saw the irritation in his eyes when he gazed at her, but she didn't react, cheerful and self-confident –and absolutely fake- as she usually was during the high society parties.
"I'm Caroline." said the girl, touching shyly her short, red hair with her hand before she hold it out to Blair, who obviously ignored it.
"Caroline," she uttered instead with exaggerate tenderness, staring blatantly at Chuck. "Have you noticed what big hands he has?"
"W-What?"
"Stop it, Waldorf." He hissed, glaring at her.
"And what big mouth…" Blair continued. "…has he said for what he uses it?".
The freshman was more confused than ever, her light eyes darted from the guy who had been so kind to her to the girl who was talking nonsense. Chuck was annoyed by the interruption, but he had to admit that the metaphor was smart and amusing. Blair was really witty when she wanted to.
And, now that he looked at her better, she had a great pair of legs, too.
"Go back to your grandmother, Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf and I have something to do." Blair concluded in a sharp, cold tone, moving so she was physically between them. The girl hesitated, uncertain, then she went away frowning, still confused and a bit disappointed.
Chuck felt a slight regret for the lost conquest, but Blair's determination intrigued him. What did Nate Archibald's always devoted girlfriend want to do exactly with him? Curious, he leered at her and smirked lasciviously:
"Want to see what else I have big, Waldorf?"
"You're revolting." She wrinkled her nose, disgusted.
"I'm flattered that you immediately think of that," he commented casually and his smirk widened salacious when she blushed, realizing her mistake. "The girls here aren't so discrete if they have told you too. Not that I'm complaining."
"Stop it, Bass. I've something serious to tell you."
"Fine. What can I do for you, B.?"
Chuck watched satisfied the reaction of surprise and irritation on Blair's face. He realized he had been right –as usual- and Blair wanted to talk exactly about what he had thought.
Blair wasn't sincere like Nate or spontaneous like Serena, quite the contrary. Her every move was carefully evaluated, every particular of her appearance diligently studied, every reaction calculated attentively. Blair showed what she wanted to the world, and only at her conditions. Who looked at her, never noticing a lock of hair out of place or the littlest smear of lipstick, who listened to her, never catching perplexity or hesitation in her firm and often sharp tone, thought that she was strong, cold and self-confident, too perfect. So in the end, these observers devoted all their attentions to the effervescent and radiant Serena, who was so likable and carefree, attractive with her fresh and natural liveliness, and ignored the remarkable but icy beauty of Blair.
Chuck, on the other hand, had never been fooled by Blair's attitude. He was smart enough to understand that there was more behind her always controlled manners and insolent enough to choose to peek into her soul and watch all the secrets she wanted so desperately to hide.
The best part was that he succeeded, obviously. A gift which had often been useful.
Blair's gaze was proud and cold, but her cheeks burned.
"Gossip Girl published another blast about Serena. It's the fourth, this week."
"And it's amazing, considering it's only Tuesday." Chuck commented and was pleased by her annoyed look. After all, he had to take revenge for the loss of the pretty Caroline.
"Well, tomorrow will be different. After my scheme, everyone, Gossip Girl included, will speak only about me."
Chuck was more and more intrigued by that story. Serena earned the last gossip because she was visibly drunk and French-kissed the son of the Dutch ambassador in front of his fiancé, during the latest party they all were at. Blair's plan had to be as scandalous as Serena's performance to succeed and she seemed really confident.
Moreover, the fact that Blair had asked his help excited him more than he was willing to admit.
"And how can I help you, hmm?" he teased her, resting his hands on her hips. She was so close now he could kiss her if he moved just a little. "What about me and you naked in the Constance courtyard? They will talk for years."
"I told you to stop with the obscenities, Bass." She scolded him, freeing herself from his touch with a disgusted grimace. "Perhaps what I have in mind is too much for a pig like you."
"I'm listening." He said, serious, ignoring her comment.
Blair hesitated only to glare at him for a little more, perhaps to make sure he knew exactly how much she despised him, then she gave up the prude attitude and explained her plan against Lizette Grant, senior-year student and current Queen Bee. Chuck listened, admiring the brilliant mind of her long-time friend. It was about time that her destructive potential came out so he could have some fun. He had always known that it was going to happen sooner or later and he had been certain that being called by everyone 'Serena Van Der Woodsen's friend' would make Blair so angry that she would came up with something really despicable to become popular.
The girl was pure dynamite.
"Deal?" Blair asked, a devilish spark in her eyes which clashed with her angelic features.
"Deal." He accepted, then couldn't resist the temptation of teasing her a little more. She was so cute and clean in her school uniform, with that large velvet ribbon in her curls and those red lips of hers, a true doll. The temptation was too strong and frankly, he didn't fight it for a minute.
"But if it doesn't work, I'll be more than happy to use our plan B."
"Bass, we naked in the courtyard is not our plan, is your fantasy."
"Well, we don't have to stay outside, if you don't want to." He clarified viciously, looking insistently at her body from her ankles to her throat, lingering on her thighs squeezed in the pencil skirt and on her small breasts covered by the white shirt, looking at her like those clothes weren't actually there and she was bare and vulnerable before his heated and dirty gaze.
Blair rolled her eyes and snorted, but Chuck noticed with wicked enjoyment her uneasiness, which she tried to disguise with revulsion and annoyance. Making her hot and bothered was so easy, he thought, perverse, and he pictured her body, so fair-skinned, blushing wildly under her expensive clothes. Being the only one responsible for this made him feel a familiar and extremely illicit itch, considering that she was his best friend's untouched girlfriend. But Chuck didn't care, because an embarrassed Blair was a real sight and it was humorous when she folded her arms on her chest, an unconscious gesture of protection which made him smirk wickedly. Satisfied, he looked again in her eyes, full of irritation.
"You're indecent."
"That's why you need me".
Blair flashed him a grin and went away, too intelligent to bother with futile denials. Chuck allowed himself the pleasure of admiring the sensual scarlet stockings wrapped around her beautiful legs for a bit more, then he came back to St. Jude, where he greeted Nate with a friendly slap on the back and invited him to share a joint.
End Part One
Author's Note:
[1] I want to thank abelard, HnM skinnys, ChairLoveK and LetMeIn1812 for the wonderful reviews to "Memories of Fire". I really appreciate your words, thank you very much. :)