It wasn't a surprise that Chuck took time getting dressed. It was more of surprise that he somehow always ended up complimenting her attire with his. With Nate, Blair picked out ties, left swatches and was often disappointed. Knowing Chuck and the status of their relationship (no movies, no holding hands) she didn't bother.
Which is why she was surprisingly pleased when Chuck Bass emerged from the penthouse elevator in a black suit dark green pocket square and paisley tie with a green and gold pattern. Snaking through the crowd, he came upon Blair and slid an arm around her waist and leaned into place a kiss on her cheek.
"Amazing as always"
A hitch in her breath made him smile and he let the kiss linger a little longer than society dictated.
Eleanor called her "Blair, darling, I want you to meet Mr. Michael Cronin." With a roll of the eyes Blair glided away in her emerald silk Eleanor Waldorf original.
Later that night in his suite, finally free from the party. Chuck slowly untied the dress from around her neck, as Blair kissed his lips and slid the jacket from his shoulders. Lips parted, they did a sideways step closer to the bed and Blair caught their reflection in a mirror. When Chuck's eyes met hers, she murmured "Well played, Bass" and undid the tie and slid it around her neck with a laugh. Where it remained for the rest of the night.
Chuck's ability to coordinate clothes continued. Dinners, brunches, charity events, if they were both there they looked perfectly matched. When she arrived in the restaurant in his limo in a cobalt dress on Valentine's to find Chuck had a striped tie that was deep blue, she had her suspicions. Sure he might be able to read her and know when her eyes and mouth didn't match but she purposely didn't look at him when she had casually mentioned wearing her red Carolina Herrera to Serena.
With the smile that only Blair could inspire, everyone else received the patented Bass smirk, Chuck stood up and pulled out her chair. Looking up at him, he leaned down as she offered her lips with narrowed eyes
"What?"
"Do you have a nanny cam installed in my room?"
Kissing her, "What would be the fun in that, I prefer you in the flesh versus digital."
"I will figure out how you keep doing this, Chuck." Blair purred as she ran her fingers down his tie.
"Can't you accept that I have many talents?" and he took his seat.
After the champagne, chocolate torte, dirty talk in the elevator, kisses in the hallway, touching in the foyer and love making on the stairs, Blair got her answer. Chuck was in the kitchen getting replenishments, when a phone beeped. Glancing down in the tangle of burgundy sheets, Blair saw "Dorota" on the call screen. Opening it without realizing whose phone it was.
Mr. C Miss B will be wearing brown Prada skirt and flora Gucci shirt to brunch on Sat. xo D
"Talents!" A quick thought of changing the outfit and leaving Dorota in the dark ran through her mind.
Chuck sauntered back into the room with a goblet full of juice and toast with jam and handed it to Blair, sliding into bed, placing his head on her pillow and a kiss on her shoulder.
"You even make eating toast look sexy, I must be in love with you."
Changing outfits went out of her head, Blair would let Chuck have this victory.