Natural Musk

-One shot. CB. Blair-centric, however. I want to write something longer, but this was just something I've had rattling around. This has been a good distraction from the all consuming boredom that sometimes comes from Christmas Break. Leave a review if you're kind!

"Well, it wasn't because I like his natural musk."

Which was a lie, because she did like his musk, as a matter of fact. It wasn't exactly natural and some girls might have been turned off by the cigarette smoke odor and faint hint of Drakkar Noir (after all, he did those absolutely embarrassing commercials back in the summer and planned on using all of his free samples from the shoot), but Blair loved it. Drakkar Noir definitely didn't work on many men and it used to remind Blair of sleazy, old pimps. Now it just reminded her of Chuck.

Her slip smelled faintly of this mixture for approximately a day and a half before Dorota did the washing and her sheets smelled of his musk for approximately four days before they too were changed. And if she sniffed her debut dress hard enough, it was almost there.

But who are we talking about again? Blair Waldorf does not sniff.

She wasn't able to even get a whiff of him now. Even if he smoked a carton and poured an entire bottle of Noir on himself, Blair doubted the musk would reach her from across the Atlantic. It might, however, keep the topless French sluts away.

She knew she shouldn't care. She knew what Nate would say (and do), what Serena had already said, what Kati and Iz would gossip, and what Gossip Girl would report online (which would be all-too eerily accurate). She was Blair Waldorf and she shouldn't care but because she was Blair Waldorf was entitled with the right to care.

This whole thing with Chuck made her think too much. Used to be, her toughest decision was choice of shoes, jewelry, evening gown…perfume. There was the Jean Partou Joy when she was feeling girly and flirtatious. There was the parfum her father shipped her from Paris that she only wore on the rare occasion she saw her beloved pere. There was her staple, Chanel #5, which she wore when she was feeling mature and classy. Just like Audrey, which means it was worn almost every day. Finally, there was her Valentino Rock 'n' Rose, an impulse buy with Serena, that was sexy, vampy, seductive…

She should have been wearing that at Victrola. It would have been so fitting.

Blair squirted some of the sweet and musky fragrance from the black and pink bottle onto her wrists.

All of a sudden she smelled something and started from her chair.

"Dorota!?! Have you started smoking or is something on fire. Madre told you no fumar!" she cried, wrenching open her door.

It was only then that she smelled the Drakkar Noir.