Hey everyone! I'm glad you like this story so far. It's going to be longer than I anticipated, so probably two chapters will follow after this one. I have a lot of story ideas for the future that will pretty much follow the series of events for the end of season 1 and beginning of season 2, with the exception of being totally about Chuck and Blair and the scenes that should have been in the series but weren't. Like this one ;)
Left to his own devices, Chuck hesitated only half of a second before wandering over to her dresser. Opening the drawer in the top right hand corner, Chuck eagerly ran his hands over the array of lace and satin undergarments he knew he'd find there. He couldn't even bring himself to feel guilty about it either—Blair should be so flattered to know that she had the best taste in lingerie of any woman he's ever known. After months of ripping endless pairs of cheap and tacky thongs off of random women, Chuck couldn't pass up the opportunity to remind himself of what real lingerie looked and felt like.
After fully exploring the top layer, his eager hands began to dig deeper into the drawer until his eye caught the familiar glimmer of a certain cream-colored satin camisole. Quickly, he looked over his shoulder to make sure Blair wouldn't come out and catch him. He could faintly hear her still talking on the phone, so he figured he had a few moments. Bringing his attention back down the camisole, Chuck slid his hand across the fabric, trying to imprint the memory of how it felt on his brain once again. Regretfully, he closed the drawer after a moment more.
He then began walking around her room before stopping in front of her bed. The same bed they had sex on many moons ago. Normally, Chuck wasn't one for house-calls; he preferred to have the women come to him because it gave him the freedom to kick them out whenever he pleased. But it never felt right inviting Blair into his bed at his notorious suite.
His bed was too big, too cold and too often fucked in.
And Blair didn't deserve that.
He reached out and stroked her silky bed spread with his fingertips. Blair's bed on the other hand was nothing short of spectacular. It was the perfect size for one thing, and just big enough for two to share intimately. It was also incredible soft, much like the feel of her naked skin molded against his in post-sex snuggling that Chuck Bass never, ever did with anyone but her.
He may have the bragging rights for taking Blair's virginity, but she did not get nearly enough credit for all the firsts that she's taken from him: his snuggling virginity, his spooning virginity, his spending-the-entire-night-after-sex virginity, his make-out-without-expecting-sex virginity, his just-thinking-about-her-makes-you-smile virginity, and of course, his wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-just-because-you-had-to-kiss-her-again virginity.
He sat down at the edge of the bed, waiting for Blair who came out of the bathroom at that exact moment. Looking up at her, Chuck wanted nothing more than to take her hand and crawl between the sheets of her bed with her. He no longer cared about Serena or Georgina or any of the bullshit that existed outside of these four walls. This room was his sanctuary and he never wanted to leave.
"What did she say?" he asked.
"Nothing useful. She's a complete mess. Dan won't answer his cell or house phone."
"That's not surprising" he said "Did you mention to her that I was here?" he asked, curious.
"Uh, no, it slipped my mind" Blair said off-handedly, making her way back to her computer.
"Good to know I leave such a great impression on you, Waldorf" Chuck said.
"I don't see how you being here is any business of hers anyways" she said.
"Well, the whole reason I'm here is to help you help her, right?"
"Yes, but still. The less she knows, the better" Blair said.
Chuck sighed. Still trying to keep me a dirty little secret, he thought.
"Have you heard from your PI yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Well, what should we do in the meantime?" Blair asked.
Chuck's response was a raise of his eyebrows.
"I can think of a few positions" he smirked.
"Nice try, but I was actually going to suggest a movie" she said, taking out her favorite DVD.
"Fine by me" Chuck said, sliding back onto her pillows and making himself comfortable. If there was one thing he learned from their short time together, it was that Blair loved making out during movies—especially Breakfast at Tiffany's. And history, thankfully, tended to repeat itself.
Putting the disc into the DVD player, Blair turned around and saw Chuck lounging comfortably on her bed like he owned the place. One arm resting behind his head, he beckoned her to join him with a single finger.
"Come here, lover" he murmured.
Blair made a noise of disgust.
"Why does everything with you go back sex?" she asked as she sat on the other side of her bed…making sure to leave at least a foot of space between them.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Waldorf, was that not you groping me in the kitchen this morning?"
Blair's cheeks flushed at the memory. When Dorota walked in on them, they were in the middle of a hot and heavy make out session, one which included Blair's hand bolding cupping Chuck's…
"No! I mean, that was not my doing, it was temporary insanity" Blair huffed.
"Right, because the smell of coffee brewing is such an aphrodisiac" Chuck said with an eye roll.
"Don't be a jerk. You seduced me" Blair said.
"I did not. I may have started too, but you gave in way before I had a chance to use my best moves" he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, Waldorf, that
you want me just as bad as I want you" Chuck said.
Blair gaped at him.
"What? I do…not. You disgust me. I would never willingly let you touch me. I
was just…in a vulnerable position" she said.
"Is that so? Than how do you explain a certain phone conversation we had last
week? One, may I add, that ended with you all but begging me to come over?"
"I was drunk!" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why did you call me, then? Huh, Blair? Why is it always me?"
He turned his head to look at her now; his tone no longer teasing. He was looking for an honest answer.
Blair shrugged, not prepared to give him one.
"I don't…"
"Did you ever consider that you may actually enjoy the attention I give you?" He slide his hand against her thigh before she roughly shoved him off. "And that, maybe, you like me?"
"Don't be ridiculous. That's impossible. I hate you" she rattled off every line she taught herself to say when it came to Chuck Bass. Because she couldn't really like him. She just couldn't to herself. Not again. "Just shut up, we're missing the movie."
"I must have watched this movie with you five times since I've known you, and I can't imagine how many times you've seen it" he said.
"Shhh" she scolded, slapping her hand down on top of his.
Both pretended to not notice when Blair didn't move her hand away the moment Chuck stopped talking.
And so they sat like that together.
Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck.
Watching a movie, and almost holding hands.
xoxoxoxoxox
TBC
