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Touch:
Grab
He woke the next morning dreaming of white, of throbbing, of soft tender flesh, a flash of intelligent brown eyes. He shot up in bed, clutching his aching head. Groaning to himself, Chuck curled up again in the sheets- this was not how summer in the Hamptons was suppose to be. After another half an hour or so, when the light in his room grew oppressively bright, Chuck finally pulled himself from his bed. Pulling on silk pajama bottoms- it was too warm to bother with the shirt, he ambled downstairs in search of painkillers and a large glass of water.
Why he supposed this would be a simple undertaking, he reflected later, he was not too sure- perhaps, too hungover? When he rounded into the kitchen area, he slowed his pace substantially- careful not to stop entirely. Blair. Leaning against the breakfast bar. In tennis whites, drinking a long cool glass of water. He was as hard as steel instantly and mentally cursing his silk pajamas, with no where to hide. She was sun kissed from her match, and looked warm and inviting. He loved and hated the mandatory little white pleated skirt she was wearing, how she was leaning against the counter- it made her ass pop out in the most delectable way. His mind instantly jumped to coming up behind her and teaching her why you do not tempt Chuck Bass in short skirts under his own roof. She had her hair up in a ponytail as well, and that just made it worse; the image of taking her from behind, one hand stroking between her legs, the other pulling her head back with her conveniently gathered hair. As he watched her drink the last gulp of water, he caught sight of the bite mark he had given her last night, deciding he hated himself even more for it. To sample and not to take? He was teetering on the edge of a very dangerous precipice, and he was about to discover Blair Waldorf was going to push him over it.
She turned towards him, her eyes instantly lighting up- not the way they do from the pure happiness of seeing someone you care about, but like a kitten with a new toy. She smiled and walked straight for him, but did not pause to confront him about last night. Instead her hand lightly flitted over the bulge in his pajama bottoms, making him tremble ever so slightly with pleasure, as she purred, "Nice pajamas, Bass," before continuing upstairs.
If he were not twenty years old. If he were not one of New York's biggest playboys. If he were not Chuck Bass, he imagined he might have come right there from that encounter.
And like the harbinger of his demise, his father appeared, "Good morning, Chuck. Not screwing anything up, are we?"
Chuck gritted his teeth, "No, father."
"And it will stay that way through the garden party this weekend? You know what my expectations are."
"Yes, father."
Satisfied, Bart left, and Chuck at last had his glass of water. His head was still pounding and he drank the ice cold water too fast, purposely inflicting the searing pain. How was he going to make it through the week? The pain subsided and with it came clarity. Time to crash at the Archibald house.
It took a several days, but Nate, Carter, and Chuck were laid out on the patio of the Archibald house smoking when the conversation finally surfaced. Carter blew a puff of smoke into the air, "Did you see Serena and her friend in town the other day?"
Nate nodded approvingly, "Yeah, Blair. She's certainly grown up, in the…" he drew word out, "best… way possible."
Chuck sat in his lounge chair, a dark look on his face, very clearly miffed with the subject of their discussion.
Carter glanced at Nate, who just shrugged his shoulders, so Carter asked, "What have you been up to- or, should I say, who have you been into?"
"Actually, have you?" Nate furrowed his brow in deep concentration, "I haven't seen you take anyone home since we got here."
Chuck sat and glowered and Carter looked surprised, "What? What is going on- are you ill?"
"Maybe in the head," Chuck grumbled in reply, "Work. I'm not playing because of work. And Blair."
Carter laughed and Nate looked confused. "What would Blair have to do with work?"
"Unless she is the work your doing?" Carter grinned at his insinuation.
"Try the opposite," Chuck took a long drag on the joint after having to confess this, "I'm suppose to use her to help me get approval from the board for my project. And Bart likes her, so I can't fuck her. I can't fuck her because I wouldn't be able to throw her away."
Carter laid back more, "You could see if she's open to… an arrangement?"
Chuck pondered this for a few moments, "Hmm… an… arrangement?" She had been awfully playful, and she was smart. He could play with her, and find out how much she wanted it? There must be something he could give her to make this work.
The next day, Blair came home to a vase full of peonies. She grinned and pulled the attached note open.
See you tomorrow night for the party?
CB
She had him just where she wanted him.
Guests began to arrive for the garden party as Chuck fidgeted, waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Serena appeared- alone, and grinned at him, "Don't look so nervous, Charles," she mimicked their mother, "Or she might think this is a date?"
"Don't you have some shiny object to chase?" Chuck dripped.
"Feisty tonight. Blair is going to have fun with you!" Serena laughed and walked out to join the guests.
A few painfully long minutes later, Blair appeared and his conclusion was perfection. She walked this perfect line between ingenue and temptress. Her soft curls were pulled back from her face, exposing her neck, to lay against her back, and he was shocked by his disappointment at seeing that his bite mark had healed. Her dress was white with three-quarter sleeves to keep her warm as the sun continued to decline in the sky, but the back was cut low, and he knew it would be difficult to not run his fingers along her exposed skin all evening. The skirt was just the right length, not too short but not overly long, swinging an inch or two above her knees. He had to focus though; he had to. The board was here, and he needed to see if Blair was worth all of this frustration and trouble.
He discovered within the span of half an hour how right his father was. Blair charmed everyone and he just smiled and went along with it. It was disturbing how easy he could play nice standing at her side. She even knew which people to say the right things to and successfully piqued their interest in his project.
"Have you seen the blueprints for The Charles?" She would gush- not overdone, but with that perfect amount of excitement, "It's incredible. I can't believe the Chuck Bass I grew up with is building great hotels!"
She was touching him too, secret, little covert touches here and there, or even feigning the devoted girlfriend and 'fixing' his hair. The audience seemed to love it. Chuck… Chuck could not decide what he thought of it. He was relieved that it was easy to do, though he was still incredibly hot and bothered any time he had to turn his gaze on her. At one point, she had gone to freshen up, and when next he saw her, Carter had captured her attention. His blood instantly began to boil when he saw the way he was touching her arm and smiling at her. Carter knew everything, but was still throwing his hat in the ring? Approaching them with a fury, Carter just grinned at his friend, and Chuck pulled Blair away from the crowd for 'a walk.'
"You play the game very well." He mused as they walked together.
"Do I? I suppose. Then again, it's easy enough, even if it has never been one you bothered playing before." Her observation was precise.
"Do you play other games?" Chuck finally asked.
"Perhaps?" Blair replied, pulling away from him to walk to the edge of the garden, where it dropped away to a view of the ocean. He wanted to feel her pressed against him as he looked at her, and he knew it was time to push them. Standing behind her, he slipped his hands around her waist, then reaching up he cupped her breasts in his hands, softly kneading them as he purred in her ear, "I think there could be many games we could play together."
One hand dropped down to slipped under her dress and between her thighs, he breathed, "We could go hide in my closet, and see what nearly four years of growing up changed?"
Blair slipped from his grasp and turned to face him, smiling, "Oh, I think you see quite plainly what four years has changed, Chuck."
Her fingers ran along the edge of his trousers and Chuck was keen to work out his frustration at last. Leaning his head down, his mouth grew closer to hers, eager to finally kiss her. But again, she slipped away, turning her face from him.
"No kissing."
"No kissing?"
"I need to know."
Chuck's mind was fuzzy, her fingers growing closer to pleasing him, "Know what?"
"I need to know." Blair repeated, then slipped her hand down the front of his trousers. Her hand grasping him, pushing and pulling him was sublime, and he groaned, his hands coming up to unfasten his trousers. He leaned in again when he was free and began kissing down her neck. He found the spot he had marked her last time, and nipped the skin in retribution for healing, making her cry. She grasped him even harder and his hand was beneath her dress once more. He hesitated a moment when he discovered she wore no lingerie, but it was only for the briefest moment before his fingers were deep inside her. His mind was working furiously trying to decide how he would take her- against a tree, or should he just shove her to the ground?
When Carter oh so politely cleared his throat, "Bart was asking for you."
With a flash, they pulled apart at the disruption, and Chuck repaired his appearance. He grumbled, "Had to be you didn't it?"
"Well, I knew what I'd find. Would you rather have to had see Archibald's confused face? At least I stopped Ser-"
"Did you find them, Lily wanted to ask Blair about…" Serena squeaked when she saw Chuck fixing his trousers, "Blair! And… Chuck!"
"Come now, S, we're all adults." Blair purred as she stood in front of Chuck a moment, leaning up to kiss his neck, and her hand passing over the front of his trousers. She pulled away, grinning at him, before turning to Serena and leaving the boys behind, "Now what was it Lily was asking about?"
She pulled the sputtering blonde behind her, as Serena turned her head to stare in disbelief that her older brother had been about to ravish her best friend.
"How's that arrangement looking?" Carter smarmed.
"Fuck if I know. I need to get drunk, come on Carter, let's appease Bart so I can forget about this for a few hours." The boys began to walk back to the party. Tonight, all Chuck wanted to do was forget how badly he wanted to screw Blair Waldorf and all the trouble it would cause him if he did.