Primarily, I didn´t planning to continue, but I get some ideas, so I hope you like it :) There will be another one or two chapters, I don´t want to do this story uselessly long. I also appreciate any ideas for upcoming chapters from you :)
Thanx so much to my lovely beta Devia!!
When Chuck woke up, the first thing that he saw was Blair; she was standing next to the big window, looking out. She didn´t notice, that he was awake, so he could see her, faraway, motionless, back in her own clothes, but still without any make-up on her face.
"Morning," she said when she noticed that he was awake.
"Morning," he replied with a sleepy voice. "What´s the time?"
"About eight."
Chuck groaned and lifted a eyebrow. "So you´re early bird, huh?"
She wanted answered something about how the Early bird catches the worm, but then she thought better of it. There were some more serious things to talk about.
Blair walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed with quite serious, and maybe worried face, he exhaled and put on his t-shirt, which had been tossed on the carpet.
"I think we didn´t start out the best of ways," Blair said slowly as she looked at him.
"No?" Of course, he was Chuck Bass and sex was always the best way to start, but this time… even he didn´t smirk.
"After what we talked about and after we managed to be friends again…" It wasn´t easy for her to say the rest.
"You want to start again? Like, from this morning?"
Blair lifted her eyes from her lap and answered; "Yes," she couldn´t take it, he was so kind and sympathetic, "I really would like that."
He rose from his bed and took a bottle of sparkling water from the table. "Ok then," he nodded before he took a long gulp.
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They spent the rest of the weekend together at his suite, enjoying themselves by ordering everything that looked good from the Palace menu card. Eventually ending up at her bedroom, poetizing above models in her Harper´s Bazaar magazines. She was smiling like crazy whole the time, even after what seemed like a lifetime. The strange feeling inside, evoked by the true laughing, is like warm light or liquid spilling through her whole body.
After her peaceful and restful weekend she had to accommodate to her current social life, which wasn't in the best shape at the momment.She couldn´t be with Chuck at the same time as Serena, because it seemed, that family situation at Van der Bass was quite intense.
The other girl and Jenny were really harsh. But she was also, wasn´t she? And when Jenny trips her and she´s falling down again, this time literally, she´s thinking about punishments for sinners.
"I´m the sinner," she thinks when she´s getting up and whole school´s looking and Jenny and her crew are giggling. Her right hip hurts badly like she hit the corner of the table. But her face is stone and she´s going to home, keeping the tears of pain and bitterness back.
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Leaving the warm of home… What? What is home for Chuck Bass? Why is he so snarky that he can go back to his, only his, suite? The common breakfasts and permanent presence of somebody was calming in a way, is this punishment for being so loving brother and son… But- what? He´s making grimace of disgust and disbelieve. I´m Chuck Bass…Aren't I?
He´s entering his empty suite when his phone´s vibrating.
HI, WANNA COME? BAD DAY…B
Chuck frowned.
REALLY? IM COMING. C
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Dorota welcomed him and sent him to Blair´s room. He stepped in, without knocking, of course. Blair was lying on her side, her eyes closed, relaxing.
"Where is the alcohol, Waldorf?" he sang out and Blair jerked, surprised, and looked at him.
"Hi," she smiled lightly, but sadly, "so, you came..."
He just nodded.
"Actually, it´s nothing serious, just stupid Jenny…" she started to clear up.
But he interrupted her by quick movement to her bed. It was more like he jumped, and suddenly, he was next to her, tickling her.
"No… hey, stop…" she was giggling and trying to catch her breath. "Don´t, Chuck!" she flinched away when he touched the sore spot on her ribcage.
"What is it?" he asked as he standing up, both of them serious now.
"Nothing," Blair said, looking away and fixing her top. "The bottle is in the shelf, next to the window."
The truth was that Blair had ice cubes in packet settled on the ugly welt the whole afternoon, afraid that it could be even worst and even more red and blue. She was cold and sore and she knew that Chuck wasn´t alright either. She could feel it.
Chuck was just about to pour himself an extra glass of scotch, when Blair stopped him.
"No?" he looked at her and raised eyebrows.
"There are better ways than this," she didn´t want him to drink, and drink, and drink. Sober Chuck is more vulnerable, uncertain and more human.
"Like what?" Chuck asked sidelong.
"A bath?" There was light blush on her cheeks, he could see it though.
She stood up and stood in the middle of her room in front of Chuck, waiting for some reaction.
The bathtub? One bathtub shared with Blair Waldorf?Anyway- what could be better than the scotch? He was cold. He could feel it inside and also physical. The hot bath could be the best thing on the world in this moment, but there was something- there was her. And they were friends and bathing with a naked girl, with naked Blair-
"You go enjoy it. I´ll wait here," he said and the glass was left empty when Blair headed for bathroom.
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In the luxury bathroom the candles were shining and the air smelled like jasmine and vanilla. Just few minutes ago she left the bedroom with Chuck and his scotch and now, she heard some rustling behind her and then the water rose up when he sat down behind her back in the warm and bubbly water. She lifted herself a little, just because she really was nervous and now he saw the bruise on her side. He slightly ran his fingertips over the sore place and Blair inhaled sharply.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked with a wince of the hand and a splash.
"No. It feels… good," Blair added quietly and then his hand was again there, fingers merely touching her sensitive flesh.
He was taking notice of her bare back, her hair was pinned up, and just a couple of curls were clinging to silkily crook of her neck and the beginning of her spin. It looked unimaginably sexy.
Then he removed a strand and with his lips pressed on her neck he whispered to her.
"Blair, I don´t know what-"
"Just talk to me," she said limberly, not needing to look at him, just the feeling of him, on her. She needs to hear his voice; Velvety, alive and comforting.
And he talks, lips soft as they grazed the side of her neck. About his father, about Lily and Eric and even about Serena. She´s leaning backward, back pressing against his chest, so he can put his chin on her shoulder more comfortably and continue with murmuring. One of his arms is loosely put on the side of the bathtub and the other wrap around her from the front. He can feel the curves of her full breasts on the top of his forearm, but he is trying not to pay attention to them. Their cold bodies are starting to feel slight warmth spreading throughout.
It is nice to have him near. She traces the skin texture of his damp arms, curling around her body, oh so tenderly with her fingers. Like they are in different world, Because they haven´t talked properly since Serena came back.
Blair doesn´t feel naked, despite the fact that she is. Chuck taught her don´t be embarrassed or uncomfortable or whatever because of the nakedness, especially because of the nakedness of her body. So this moment isn´t erotic or sexual, Just very intimate, because they both know where the borders are and nobody wants to cross it.
He is starting to wash her, just with the water from the bathtub and his hands. It feels so good, the warm water on her already cool shoulders and back. The water runs of her upper body back down and again and again. She lets her arm to go behind, reaching for Chuck´s hair to stroke and brush her fingers through it, while he is taking care of her.
Another strange feeling for him; To make someone feel good and comfortable and protected with no sexual continuity. But in the same way, it´s hard to not thinking about it, when her skin is so soft, when her hair are right next to his face and when her stupefying sweet smell is everywhere.
Meanwhile Blair was thinking about the night. How he forced her to say it. Why?
When Chuck can hear Blair´s deep exhaling, he is not sure about their behavior and a second later, Blair is standing up and taking her designed bathrobe.
She clears her throat and then says, "It´s quite better now," and adds a smile, before heading out.
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She was still in her bathrobe when Chuck came out from the bathroom, already dressed, and in his jacket.
"Don´t you want to sleep over?" Blair asked. "In a guests room, I mean," she quickly added.
He just shook his head as he buttoned the jacket.
"See you, princess," he said, next to the door, where Blair was standing. He almost kissed her cheek, but it seemed that he had changed his mind in the latest second and just smirked at her, before he left.
I always wanted to be free
'Till I was bound and then
I always wanted my own way
'Till I saw that I find my life when
I lose it
You make me come alive
I found the secret
It's only when I let go of what I want in this life
You make me come alive
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