A/N: Hola! This is my first time writing fanfiction, so any feedback would be super appreciated. Hope you enjoy! -S
A moment of love
A dream
A laugh
A kiss
A cry
Our rights
Our wrongs
1x12
She had waited until the girls' locker room was empty before getting changed. Friends and peers could already be heard laughing and splashing around in the pool as she tied her red and white bikini top into place.
She gripped the second pair of flimsy strings with her fingers, pulling them behind her neck.
She gasped.
Warm hands had suddenly covered her own, "Let me help you with that."
Whipping around, she was faced with a smirking Chuck Bass.
"Aren't we looking well, Waldorf," He remarked, dragging his twinkling eyes down and up her bikini-clad figure. "Nice holiday?"
"No, actually," she spat, taking a step back. "Who invited you?"
"Nathaniel, of course,"
She tensed up at the sound of her boyfriend's name. Chuck's eyes were knowing and his smirk deepened.
"Don't worry, Princess, Nate's as clueless as ever." He took a step forward, fingering the ruffles of her tiny bathing suit bottoms.
She slapped his hand away, eyes glaring. "I know that, you bastard! Did you think I hadn't seen Nate since you got back?" Now it was her turn to smirk.
Chuck's face fell into a hard expression. "Don't push me, Blair," He threatened.
"You wouldn't," she said it rhetorically, a smile in her eyes. "Nate's your only friend. You wouldn't throw that away."
"Don't be so sure," Their faces were an inch apart, their eyes locked in battle—and something else. "Sometimes I let my emotions get the best of me."
"What emotions?"
He grabbed her waist, pulling her lips to his. She struggled for half a second before falling into him, her hands reaching up to grasp the hair at the back of his head.
Their mouths pressed and pulled, their tongues fighting for control, as Chuck ran his hands up and down the bare skin of Blair's back, lowering them to grasp her round-
Blair grunted, pushing Chuck away with surprising force. She straightened her bikini top and wiped at her mouth, while Chuck arranged his hair and purposefully licked his lips.
Blair glared. Chuck smirked.
"I knew you missed me," he drawled.
Blair scrunched her face up indignantly, her lips parting as if to say something, but no words came out.
"You're repulsive, Chuck," she finally settled on.
"Your words have this bad habit of never matching your actions, Blair."
She swallowed, once again at a loss for a retort.
"Blair?"
They both tensed up this time.
"Yes?" Blair called back, voice uneven.
"Are you coming? The water's great," Nate's enthusiastic voice echoed through the locker room.
"Yes, I'll be right there," Blair called, trying to match the frivolity of his tone and failing.
No response came and after a few seconds of silence, she relaxed. Taking a deep, shaky breath, her eyes locked back with Chuck's dark ones.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have a good time with my boyfriend." She brushed past him, headed for the exit.
"Give me that," he spoke up behind her.
"What?" Her brows furrowed.
He was pointing to her chest. Blair looked down and remembered the key attached to a long black string dangling from her neck.
"Why?" She asked, confused.
"Just do it," He grabbed onto the string, pulling it over her head. His fingers brushed against her neck, sending shivers through both of them.
She eyed him suspiciously as he secured the key around his own neck. "You're not… trying to protect me, are you?"
"Don't be stupid," He said coldly. "I just like to be in charge," He leaned into her. "You should know that by now."
She slapped him away angrily, but her eyes stayed solemn, lingering on his for a moment longer. Then, without another word, she slowly turned and walked away, leaving Chuck gazing after her.