Re-posting the links for the dresses from last chapter:
Blair's Dress | front: http:/www. marchesa.
back: http:/www. marchesa. /img/collections/bridal12fall/large/10_
Serena's Dress | http:/www. marchesa.
I wanted to do something a little different with this chapter. I hope you like it! Definitely deserves it's M rating.
BAD SANTA
Chuck and Blair returned from their honeymoon in Naples, the day before Christmas Eve. Chuck had wanted to stay in Italy for the holiday, but Blair insisted that they should spend their first Christmas together, as husband and wife, at home, in New York.
Blair's mother was in Paris, and Joshua wasn't flying in until New Year's, so she had planned a simple, relaxed day for them, and their two best friends. They had a real Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, that had been expertly decorated, to match the room's color scheme. And there was a large pile of gifts underneath it, most of them from Chuck. The sight of them made Blair very excited, for the following day.
"Serena and Nate are arriving in the morning," Blair told Chuck, as they ate dinner. "And the caterer is being paid double, as they will provide us with breakfast and lunch."
"Sounds very organized," Chuck commented. "I thought we were having a simple Christmas."
"We are," Blair replied. "But we're also having good food."
They spent the rest of the evening in the living room, Blair lay against Chuck's chest as they watched It's A Wonderful Life.
"I used to dream about spending my first Christmas, with my husband. We would watch old Christmas movies, and my mother and father would come over for dinner, and we'd exchange gifts in front of the fireplace," she said, caught up in her vision. "Of course, in my dreams, I was married to Nate, and my father wasn't living in Paris, with his boyfriend."
He laughed and kissed her temple. "Well, how is this Christmas shaping up, so far?"
"It's okay," she teased. "I mean, you're not an Archibald, but you'll do."
He flipped them over, trapping her beneath him on the couch. She giggled and looped her arms around his neck.
"So, you're just settling for me, huh?" he said, kissing down her neck. "And as soon as a better suitor comes along, you'll drop me like a bad habit, and run away with your prince charming?"
"Probably," she agreed. "As you said, you're a bad habit. Very bad. You'll corrupt me, and that simply won't do."
"Oh, really," Chuck murmured, biting at her neck.
She gasped, tugging at his hair. "Chuck."
He leaned back and smirked at her. "You know, I don't think this is the best idea. I wouldn't want to corrupt you, any more."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You better fuck me right now, Bass."
He tutted. "That's no way for a lady to speak."
She smiled, sweetly. "Please?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
She giggled again as he nipped at her skin, but those giggles soon turned into moans, as his fingers slipped inside her panties.
Blair woke him at 7am the following morning, grinning like a child, as sat at the end of their bed.
"Merry Christmas, Bass!"
He yawned and grabbed her waist, pulling her on top of him.
"Merry Christmas, Blair," he replied, before kissing her softly.
She smiled and pushed his hair away from his forehead. "We need to open our gifts. I want to exchange ours, before Serena and Nate arrive."
"What time are they getting here?" he asked, running his hand along her hip.
"Eight," she answered. "So, I have an hour to open all the presents you bought me!"
They made their way downstairs, wrapped in their robes. Blair settled down on the sofa, and Chuck took a seat next to her, as she picked up the largest gift Chuck had bought her. It wasn't very big, but she didn't mind. She knew it would be amazing, no matter how big or small.
She tore away the paper, smiling when she saw the "Louboutin" logo, written across the top of the box. She lifted the lid, and gasped at what she found inside.
"I don't recognize these shoes, and you know I meticulously search through the Louboutin's new line, every season," she said, holding up the left shoe.
"That's because I had them designed, especially for you."
"Oh, my God!" She kissed him hard on the mouth, before hugging the shoe to her chest. "They're gorgeous," she said, running her finger along the dark purple silk. "And the perfect color."
"Well, I had some input into the design," he explained. "They're called 'The Waldorf'."
"This is the most perfect gift, I have ever recieved!"
He laughed. "Slow down, Blair. You haven't opened the others, yet."
They took it in turns, opening one gift at a time. Blair gave Chuck a new watch, a pair of 'CB' engraved cufflinks, and some cologne, as well as, all four Breaking Bad boxsets, and a first class ticket to New Orleans.
"Nate also has a ticket," she informed him. "I thought you could have a 'Lost Week' there. I know you've always wanted to visit."
He kissed her cheek. "It's amazing. Thank you."
Chuck had bought Blair a new silk robe, with 'B.B.' embroidered across the breast, as well as a number of items from Harry Winston, and Tiffany's. She also recieved a very old, signed photograph of Audrey Hepburn.
After making their way through their piles, there was one gift remaining. It was long, and thin, and addressed to Blair.
She removed the gift wrap, and opened the box, to find a thin, platinum cuff. There were diamonds dotted along the top of the bracelet, and an engraved message on the inside.
"Three words, eight letters, I love you," she read aloud. She turned to Chuck, her eyes filled with tears. "It's beautiful, Chuck. Thank you, so much."
He slipped the cuff on for her, kissing the inside of her wrist, once it was in place.
"This is the best Christmas, ever," she announced, as she sat on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Don't speak to soon," he said, nodding towards his sister, who had just entered their penthouse. "There's still hours left; plenty of time for drunk-Serena to appear, and make a mess of things."
She slapped his chest, laughing. "Don't be so pessimistic, Scrooge."
She walked over to her best friend, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Merry Christmas, S."
"Merry Christmas, B."
Nate and Serena had both arrived in their pajamas. Chuck raised his eyebrow at his, as he wished his friend a Merry Christmas.
He shrugged. "We were both too tired, to get dressed. Serena's got clothes for us, in her bag."
They sat around the dining table for a breakfast of fruit and pancakes, before getting dressed for the day. Nate and Serena were staying in the guest room for the night, and changed into their own clothes, as they made themselves comfortable, in their new room.
Chuck changed into a dark grey suit, and his new tie - a gift from Blair - that co-ordinated perfectly, with Blair's burgundy wrap dress. She was disappointed that her new shoes didn't match her outfit, but she was determined to find a dress that matched them, tomorrow, when they attended dinner at Lily's.
They gathered in the living room to exchange gifts. Chuck and Blair had bought Serena a new dress, and Balenciaga handbag, and gave Nate his ticket to New Orleans.
"A 3D TV is also being delivered to your suite, on Thursday," Chuck informed.
"Seriously?" Nate grinned. "Thanks, guys."
Blair recieved a charm bracelet from Serena, as well as a scrapbook filled with pictures of them, from the past eighteen years, that made Blair tear-up, as she looked through it. Nate gave her tickets to see Evita, on Broadway, in the new year. Chuck was given a new Italian leather briefcase, by Serena, and a bottle of eighteen year-old scotch, by Nate.
Chuck opened the scotch immediately, pouring a glass for both himself, and Nate, while the girls topped up their wine glasses.
A few hours later, after they had eaten their weight in food, and had settled down for a game of Scrabble - upon Blair's insistance - Serena demanded that they do shots. Chuck took a bottle of tequila from his drinks' cabinet, and Blair brought out a tray of lime slices and salt shakers.
"Let's play 'I Never'," Blair suggested, as they sat on the floor, around the coffee table. "You go first, Nate."
He paused for a moment, thinking. "I've never... had anal sex."
Blair scrunched up her face. "Ew! Nate," she whined, but took a shot, anyway. As did Chuck and Serena.
Both girls raised their eyebrows at each other.
"I was a slut in high school," Serena said, making Blair snort.
"I'm married to Chuck Bass," she said, shrugging, as if this was an acceptable explanation. It was.
"I've never had sex with Chuck Bass," Serena said.
Blair groaned as she took another shot. "You're trying to get me drunk," she accused her best friend.
She laughed. "You're already drunk, B."
"Does masturbation count?" Chuck inquired, as Serena pretended to gag.
"I'm pretty sure it does," Blair replied, nodding. "I've never had sex in a public bathroom," Blair said, proud of that fact.
Her three friends each took a shot.
"I've never slept with Serena van der Woodsen," Chuck declared, countering his sister's earlier statement.
To his surprise, both Blair and Nate took a shot, as well as Serena.
She shrugged as she threw back the tequila. "Masturbation."
Nate and Chuck rounded on Blair, looking at her expectantly.
"What?" she asked, innocently. "Oh, please. Do you really think - being as close as we are - that Serena and I didn't experiment?"
"Where did it happen?"
"When did it happen?"
"Why are we only hearing about this now?"
"Ugh," Blair said, in disgust. "You two are such guys."
"It was sophmore year," Serena filled them in. "Blair and I were talking about what she wanted her first time to be like, and she said she'd never had an orgasm. Me, being the wonderful friend that I am, offered a helping hand."
"So, we were dating," Nate said to Blair, shocked.
She shrugged. "It was one time. And I knew you wouldn't count it as cheating."
"Jesus Christ," Chuck muttered. "I would have paid good money to see that. In fact, I'm pretty sure every guy in our graduating class, would have."
Blair rolled her eyes. "Does girl-on-girl really turn you on, that much?"
"Uh, yeah," Nate said, nodding.
Suddenly, Serena leaned over to Blair, and wrapped a hand around her neck.
"What are you doing?" Blair asked, confused.
"I'm drunk, and I feel like giving my boyfriend a little show," she said, her lips inches away from Blair's. "What do you say, B? For old time's sake."
Blair and Serena made out like teenagers on Blair's plush, white rug, as Nate and Chuck watched their mutual teenage fantasy play-out in front of them, wondering how to take this further.
"I think we should play Truth or Dare," Chuck said, when Blair and Serena broke apart, giggling.
"Yeah! That sounds like fun," Serena agreed, clapping her hands.
The night progressed from there. After a number of dares from the guys, Serena and Blair ended up on top of each other, in their underwear, while Chuck and Nate watched, commiting the scene to memory. When they finally went to bed at 4am, four bottles of wine had been consumed, as well as the entire bottle of tequila, and half of Chuck's new bottle of scotch.
It was an unconventional Christmas, to say the least.
Chuck groaned at the beeping of the alarm clock, slamming his fist on it.
"What time is it, Bass?" Blair mumbled, beside him, her face buried in her pillow.
"Ten," he answered. He scrubbed his hands over his face. "God, I haven't been this hungover, in years."
"I think I'm dying," Blair said, her face still hidden.
"I can't believe we have to be at Lily's in three hours."
He rolled over and wrapped his arm around his wife.
"Do you remember any of last night?"
"Yes," she replied. "But it's hazy."
"So... you remember making out with Serena?" he asked, hopefully.
Blair groaned. "Yes, I do."
"It was really hot," Chuck said, running his hand along her back, and down to her ass.
"You're a pervert."
He laughed. "Maybe so, but you can't blame me for enjoying the sight of my wife, making out with her hot best friend."
"My hot best friend, who's also your sister," she pointed out.
"Not by blood."
"Like that makes it any better."
"Technically, it does."
Blair rolled over and finally opened her eyes, squinting at the light streaming in through their windows.
"Too bright," she said, shielding her eyes.
He laughed and pulled her closer to him, put his lips to her ear. "Why don't I wake you up, properly?"
She moaned as he caught her earlobe, between his teeth. "What a great idea, Mr. Bass."
"Are you pissed that Christmas, wasn't the way you had imagined?" he asked, as he kissed his way down her stomach.
"No," she said, putting her hand in his hair. "I'm glad that it was... weird. We really made it our own."
"That's for sure," he muttered, before he buried his face between her thighs.
"Oh, God. Chuck!" she moaned, too caught up in the moment, to be concerned about their friends in the next room.
It was the one - and only - drunk Christmas, the four friends ever had.