Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl nor do I own Chuck Bass & Blair Waldorf. However, I do believe that Blair Waldorf might own Chuck Bass. Shouldn't be any spoilers. Read & Review if you like. Enjoy!
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The first time Blair has sex with Chuck Bass, she learns what all the hype is about. Afterwards, she feels dirty, used and wanton. It's a rush of new and unexpected emotions - unprecedented in a Waldorf. When she meets up with Nate at Café Lalo for dessert, she realizes that she can't wait to do it again.
The next day Chuck invites himself over while Blair is getting ready for dinner with Nate. He's taking her downtown to Serafina to wine and dine with the city's most glamorous, and she's excited to play the part. When Chuck enters the bedroom he sees cocktail dresses of all colours, not one of which Blair is wearing. She is currently preoccupied, teetering in front of the full length mirror in a corset ensemble and diamond earrings. His eyes drag a slow calculated gaze from the pumps she is deciding between, past the garters elongating her legs, to the lacy black La Perla scrap that dares call itself underwear.
"Best go with the Louboutins, if you're counting on displaying what's under the dress."
Blair's eyes barely flinch in the mirror as she kicks off the offending shoe and replaces it. She swivels and comes to a stop, hand on hip, her eyes challenging.
Chucks glances lewdly, whistling low in his throat, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
"Stunning."
Blair smiles coyly, she expected this response. She heads back to the closet in search of another dress.
"Shame to waste such masterful work on someone who doesn't have a clue what to do with it."
Blair briefly glances over her shoulder. "Oh, and you do?"
Blair's cell phone rattles on the night stand before Chuck has a chance to offer a confirmation. She grabs the phone deftly, perched on the end of the bed.
"Hi, honey? I'm just getting ready." She listens. Chuck has come to stand facing her now, watching her full lips twist in a pout. He sinks to his knees in front of her and starts to kiss up her inner thigh.
Blair's eyes snap to where he is situated between her legs. Chuck can't tell whether she is protesting or urging him on, so he continues to kiss up her thigh until he can feel soft lace against his lips.
"Yes, that's fine, Nate. I need to finish getting ready." Chuck takes a finger and pulls the lace away, exposing her completely to his ministrations. Blair gasps audibly into the phone, her eyes glassy. He notes briefly that she looks like the proverbial deer in the headlights, with her big doe eyes and parted lips.
"What? No, I'm fine…"
"Get off the phone, Blair." Chuck says it once. Firm and low, and full of intention. She can feel his warm breath against her, heat pooling in her stomach, and she knows that Nate will never get to see this particular ensemble.
"I have to go, Nate. I'll see you then. Yes. Bye." Chuck has taken the opportunity to dive back between her legs slowly licking over her clit. He notes that her legs part open in his hands and briefly hears the phone hit the wood floor with a crash. He's pretty sure the battery went skittering across the floor, but he has better things to concentrate on at the moment.
Within five minutes Blair is resting back on her elbows, fisting the sheets. She comes blissfully, her pelvis arching off the bed as Chuck's hand tries to still her hips. Her body is shaking and she thinks, it's so good she could just die like this, maybe. Chuck leans over her on the bed and she can see her juices wet on his lips, gleaming lewdly.
"Don't ever call him honey in front of me again."
For a repeat performance, Blair thinks, she wouldn't dare.
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