A/N: These are all one shots, and set in different seasons. For all my chair lovers, up to you to decide which season each sin is. I want to thank my beta suspensegirl. For the sake of this one shot, Chuck's suit can be found here: .com/gallery/waldass/ and Blair's black dress can be found here: .com/2008/09/leighton-meester-attends-entourage-premiere/.
Lust
Lust is not interested in its partners, but only in the gratification of its own craving, not in the satisfaction of our whole natures, but only in the appeasement of an appetite that we are unable to subdue - (Fairlie, 175)
Beads of sweat drizzled on the back of her neck as she sat cautiously at the bar. She felt his eyes bore into her soul while she gingerly sipped her Martini. She pretended to be genuinely interested in the nonsense her bubbly blonde best friend was babbling. She couldn't look at him.
Doing so would give him the satisfaction of him knowing she acknowledged his presence; which was something she refused to do.
Not after everything that had happened these past months. Not after he ripped her heart out with his harsh bare hands after seeking that Brooklyn trash for solace. Not after realizing he was not going to confess his sin if Dan had not sucker punched him into the truth; and especially not after he came back to Manhattan, brand new like Ken with Barbie for the whole world to see. While he returned a changed man, she transferred to Columbia and found herself again. She was finally happy again and had not spoken to or seen him since she left for Paris. Quite frankly, she wanted nothing more to do with him. Although her journey had been painful, she was convinced she had finally moved on with her life.
That was until she finally caved into temptation and returned his gaze. Her feelings she thought were long gone returned stronger than ever. He frowned at her obvious discomfort and returned his attention to his girlfriend. If it hadn't been for Serena, Blair wouldn't even have to see him now. She only agreed to come to Butter after Serena had suggested a desperately needed girl's night (coincidentally, after she and Nate had broken up, yet again). She regretted it the instant she walked in, as she fought the urge to let the memories pour in at the sight of him.
"I'm thinking we should go to Spain this weekend," Blair heard her friend drone on.
"That sounds great," Blair mumbled, still fighting the urge to look at him again.
"B, you haven't been listening to a word I said. What's going on?" Serena complained, annoyed.
"S," Blair sighed. "I'm fine. I'm just a little warm, that's all. I'm going to head to the ladies room." Serena nodded suspiciously as she turned her attention to the cute blonde stranger quickly approaching her. Blair smiled falsely at the pompous strangers as she scurried to the ladies room. Get it together, Waldorf, she scolded herself, as she pushed open the heavy bathroom door. She entered the deserted bathroom and grabbed a paper towel, dampening it before gently placing it on her forehead. "Tonight is almost over," she muttered to her reflection. She gave herself a quick onceover and headed to the door.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you again," she heard an all too familiar voice say as she exited the bathroom. He was leaning casually against the wall in his all grey designer suit, raking his fingers through his chocolate hair when she made eye contact with him.
"Well, let's pretend this didn't happen and you still will not have seen me," Blair retorted, as she brushed past him.
"Blair," he called out, as he gently pulled her back towards him. "Don't act like this."
"Like what?" Blair asked innocently. He was too close to her and it was becoming painfully hard to resist caving into temptation.
"Like the butterflies aren't still there." He replied smoothly, gently combing his fingers through her hair. He had missed her. He couldn't tell her that he only pretended to change so she could get over him. He was tired of being the cause of her pain, and to him the only logical way to free her was to "change". He hadn't expected to see her tonight, and couldn't fight the feelings that emerged when he laid eyes on her.
Blair hoped he didn't notice her quiver as she said, "The butterflies are long gone. You have a girlfriend now which you and Gossip Girl seem to love to remind me of every chance you get."
He smirked. "Jealousy doesn't suit you well, Waldorf." Before she could reply his lips crashed onto hers. If she was stronger she would've pushed him away from her and walked out of his life again but she couldn't help herself. Lust filled her veins as she leaned towards him, letting his tongue glide gently into her mouth. He groped her back ferociously just inches away from her luscious bottom
"Meet me at the Empire," he panted, walking away from her before she could answer.
It would be easy to stand him up, and return to her and Serena's girls' night out. It would be easy to pretend like what just happened, didn't.
But easy didn't suit Blair either.
She gave Serena a lame excuse of suddenly feeling ill, and hurried to his hotel. The taxi ride there was quicker than she realized, and soon the butterflies were involuntarily flurrying in the pit of her stomach. She nervously walked into the Empire, stepped into the awaiting elevator and pressed the button to the penthouse suite. Her chocolate eyes met his as the elevator doors chimed open.
No words were spoken as he quickly unzipped her black dress. They tore each other's clothes off as they headed to his bedroom. There would be no gentleness tonight. Tonight would be pure unadulterated lust. He pushed Blair on his bed, hungrily sucking her breasts. Silent tears slid down her cheeks as he roughly thrust inside of her. Each thrust she silently cried a little more out of the combination of pain and pleasure she felt at the same time. They climaxed simultaneously with such intensity, they both quickly fell asleep after a few more rounds.
Early the next morning, Blair yawned as she sat up in his sex-filled bed. She gazed around the room, wrinkling her nose from the smell of sex, and slowly climbed out of the bed. She wondered to herself how her dress ended up in his room as she quietly slid into it. She glanced over her shoulder at his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, so relaxed.
But this didn't change anything.
He was still with her for reasons unbeknownst to her, and she was happy without him. At least she was getting better at pretending she was okay with being without him. She would go on with her life, without him. It was just how things were supposed to be. She gave him one last quick glance as she walked into the elevator, out of the hotel, and out of his life. Again.
