A/N: The climatic chapter. From here, things will be coming to a close. This chapter has the mention of the song from which the fic is named. It always reminded me of Chair so they're listening to it. You don't have to listen to the song to get it, but itis a really great song that I highly recommend.
Disclaimer: All rights go to Gossip Girl and Louis XIV from which I borrowed the lyrics. Good stuff.
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Chuck heard the rhythm of clapping as he rounded the corner. The familiar bass line filled the room that he entered.
Well it's a minor altercation
Despite your hesitation
By all agrees that you will see how we're causing quite a sensation
Chuck wondered if she could see him. If would probably yell at him is she did. It really wasn't his fault. He couldn't control what she did to him.
A bottle of alcohol lay on the bar top. Her bare feet did intricate steps across it. The song Chuck had heard so many times before rang in his ears as he proceeded across the room. Her Christian Loubitans lay in the corner.
You're taking off your stripes
Even your knees are nice
I'll tease you with a knife until you're screaming for your life
Her skirt fluttered around her knees as he thought of a perfectly vulgar thing to start a conversation.
"This trip just keeps getting better and better," he settled on. It wasn't something to provoke her, but he knew he could do that later.
Blair pretended not to notice him, just kept moving to the beat. He missed this. He missed the first time he had even seen her like this. This first time she ever bore herself to him. The first time he realized it wouldn't be the last.
I think so too
And you surrender
Can I spend you up? you're my illegally illegal tender
"What are you doing up here all alone?" he finally asked. He remembered the last time he had asked her that. Two hours later, they had ended up together in a stranger's orange bed.
She was just as inticing as she had been at that time. She had been exciting and untouchable. He may have thought that then, but he knew he would never shake the appeal she had for him. This was it.
It takes a lover, it takes a lover
It takes a lover that will love me like no other
It takes a lover, it takes a lover
It takes a lover that knows I love her like no other
"I am…" Blair articulated, "… perfecting my moves." She threw a mischievous look over her shoulder at him. He knew that look. It was the look that he had been waiting for this entire trip.
"You're moves," he repeated with a smirk. He remembered her moves. She had proclaimed that she had them and she had been right.
He would never be able to forget the following hours where he had made her his. He had marked her for eternity. He could practically feel her gentle but ragged breath on his neck and how she purred his name in his ear. There was no one like her.
And apart the contrary and impending accusation
Cinematography that you're willing but happy to see
"Yes," she stressed. "Serena was cramping my style."
Chuck couldn't help but laugh at this. She was never this free when she was with anyone else. She felt the need to be someone else. But when she was with him, she was herself.
She was a beautiful person that no one bothered to see. That used to bother him, but now he saw the genius in it. If he was the only one who saw her, he was the only one who could have her. Things were working out for him again.
I looked into your eyes
And pushed your buttons and levers
You said you'd see until we agree and kindly said whatever
She spun again, her skits whirling around her creamy legs. She seemed to glow in the darkness. The lights had been shut off but was illuminated by the moonlight.
"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked sweetly. Chuck had neared the bar by then, leaning against it. He hadn't really thought that she saw him, but he didn't put it past her. She saw everything.
"Immensely." He matched her tone.
And you like my loving better
Cause you said so in a letter, that said return to sender
My illegally illegal tender
Blair stopped her movements, just looking down at him. He took the bottle of alcohol by the neck and took a pull. Chuck gazed back up at her. She was scrutinizing him. He also knew she didn't want him looking up her skirt. Not yet, anyway, he was sure of that. He knew he was just getting closer and closer to his goal.
Two in the pocket is better than three
Two in the pocket is better than three
It's better than three
Blair knelt down, dangling her legs over the edge of the bar. She snatched the bottle away from Chuck, taking her own pull. He smirked. She would never let anyone from the Upper East Side see her in this condition. It would ruin her Queen B status. Chuck was the exception to the rule. He was the exception to every rule.
She eyed him intensely. He liked her when she had been drinking. She let her guard done. She let herself love him.
"What are you doing here, Chuck?" she asked him finally.
"Drinking," he said, obviously. She rolled her eyes at him but he could tell the distinct visual of her amusement.
"Come for the show?" she asked playfully.
"That depends," he leaned in. "What are you offering?"
Two in the pocket is better than three
And three in the pocket is better than four
And five in the pocket is better than six
And put them together then pick up the sticks
"Nothing you would be interested in," she toyed.
"Really?" he rose his eyebrows. "I highly doubt that."
"And why is that?" she asked.
"Because," he grinned. Hadn't she realized by now? He didn't do this for everyone. She had to know that she was the one. He didn't take her for a dull minded person. That was why she and Nathaniel hadn't worked out.
It takes a lover, it takes a lover
It takes a lover that will love me like no other
It takes a lover, it takes a lover
It takes a lover that knows I love her like no other
"It takes a lover that will love me like no other," he joked. Blair sighed in disappointment. She wished for once she could take him seriously.
"Very mature, Bass," she drawled. She watched him hesitate. He pushed her hair back from her face.
"It's true," he said softly. His hand didn't leave her skin. She wondered if she wanted it to.
"What was that?" Blair asked suddenly, startled. Chuck sighed as Blair jumped in fear. He hadn't thought that Blair would resort to such unoriginal lengths to dissuade him.
"I didn't hear anything," he said, leaning away from her. He expected her to leave in a rush, attempting to get away from him. For once, he was surprised. Her doe eyes returned to his and implored him.
Blair heard it again and started. This time, Chuck heard it too. She wasn't trying to be evasive. He cast his eyes back at hers which were scouting the exits. He suppressed a fond smile. He took pride in how he was the only one who really saw her at moments like these.
That's when they heard the conversation. Clarity entered Blair's eyes. It was the security. They had heard the music and were coming to investigate.
Blair looked hurriedly around, trying to find the best way to escape. Chuck offered her his hand. She studied it for a moment, weighing her options. She grabbed onto it and he slid her from the bar. Her legs dangled as he held her from the waist, her feet not yet touching the ground.
Chuck couldn't look away from her eyes. They were so inviting and unguarded. He felt as though he could get lost in them. That made him almost forget the impending danger. Almost.
They wouldn't get in that much trouble because of their family names, but no one wanted to know the children of Old New York were boozing around in a dank bar past midnight.
Blair's hands braced themselves steadily on his shoulders. Chuck let a self satisfied smile cross his face. He let her slide gently so her feet touched the floor. His hands held her waist so she didn't lean away.
They suddenly heard the beep of the security's phone. It broke the spell.
"We have to go," Blair said hurriedly. She was right, though. Chuck didn't feel like having to call his lawyer because of some loophole that they were trespassing or something.
Chuck spied her shoes in the corner.
"Come on," Blair beckoned. Before he knew what was happening, she had grabbed his hand and was pulling him along the corridor.
He liked the feel of her hand in his. He had thought that it would be awkward and strange. But it just wasn't. It was Blair. That's all it was.
She pulled him up the staircase. Chuck pressed her against the wall, trying to blend in as they heard the room they were just in being combed.
Blair's breath was in his ear again. It felt right. Her chest rose and fell at the exertion and fear of getting caught. This was how he liked it. It was exciting. Everything was exciting when he was with her.
They reached the door to the cabin. This time, Blair didn't complain as they entered the dark room and closed the door behind them.
"Oh, my god," Blair said.
"What?" he asked, surprised.
"I forgot my shoes," she realized. Chuck bit back laughter. Looking down at her bare feet, he wondered how she had only noticed until now. But the fire in her eyes told him she might have been a little preoccupied.
He held out his hand. Dangling from the straps were her shoes that he had retrieved. Blair shot him a strange look. He ignored it. He knew Blair. He knew her enough that she would have forgotten her own shoes.
"Thanks," Blair said uncertainly.
"Not a problem," he said in his low voice. Blair knew this voice. It was his "come hither" voice. His seductive voice. He used it all the time on her. But right now, she wondered why he even bothered.
Blair looked down and saw that their fingers were still intertwined. Chuck followed her gaze with a smile. Inevitable.
He let her shoes fall to the floor. Blair gazed into his slanting exotic eyes. She brought up their interlocked hands. She raised her other and he joined her halfway.
"Do you still think I'm not interested?" he asked gently.
"I'm not so sure anymore," she admitted.
Chuck drew his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes against the motion. The next thing she knew, she felt his warm fingers against the back of her neck. She opened her eyes to see his dark ones enveloping hers.
He drew her closer, letting his other hand fall to the small of her back. This was too familiar. She didn't want to admit it, but she liked it that way.
It was too familiar, because, as usual, Blair found her fingers interlock at the back of his neck.
Chuck moved slowly around her, taking everything in. He didn't know when this would happen again, so he took his time. He took his time tasting and feeling her like he never would again. And if his sheets got tangled beneath their legs, that was just as good.