In all honesty, neither of them were sure how it began. She was a socialite, an Upper East Side Queen. She was all confidence and charm and elegance. She should have never given him a second glance. While they were in the same social circles of wealth and privilege, they couldn't have been more opposite. He was your classic bad boy, unshaven, rumpled clothes and untucked shirt. An easy grin, oozing charm and confidence, but one who easily slipped into the background. She, however, was the center of attention, even when she didn't want to be. Always neat and proper, headband firmly in place, pearls secure, her hair perfect in it's bun. She was every man's fantasy, because she was perfectly, completely untouchable, and every man in the room knew it. They acknowledged that she would never so much as look at them with more than fleeting curiosity.
It should never have happened. The Bad Boy and the Untouchable Ice Queen.
A party brought them together. He caught her eye, not for the first time that night, or in recent nights. That wasn't uncommon, for they had known each other since the age of seven. It was just like all the other times; their eyes would meet, but they'd look away before they saw behind the mask. But that night, Blair held his gaze for a beat longer. Maybe if she had known their future, she would've ignored it, and maybe somehow she knew that this wasn't once, or even twice.
Chase saw a fire in her eyes that he'd never seen before. They same fire he knew she was seeing in his own eyes. Moments passed like hours, until they realized that they'd slowly be moving closer and closer until they were only a few feet away. He inclined his head toward the stairs, up to a room, her room. Blair glanced around; no one was watching. She took his outstretched hand and gripped it firmly in her own.
Even at eighteen, hand-holding was still a comfort.
It wasn't right, the way she made his mind wipe clean of everything wrong with him. It wasn't supposed to go as far as it did either, but there they were, thrusting and moaning, mouths connected, hands grasping. They were as close as two people can physically, they didn't know each other, but it was alright, because sometimes being held by unbiased arms can make a world of difference.
Sometimes it's good to not think, to just feel.
