Release
Blair sat opposite of Chuck in the Palace Hotel restaurant. She skimmed through the pages and frowned. She felt like letting go of her stupid diet and eating something of choice; something she liked.
"Blair, what are you ordering?" Chuck said. His menu still unopened and lying on the side of the table.
She closed it with a snap, "strawberries and fresh cream, please."
His lips quirked up, "you do know, because my family owns this place, you could have anything you want?"
Her cheeks heated up slightly. Blair had forgotten that the Bass' had bought the hotel. Her head tilted to one side and her lips pursed for a moment. Briefly, she wondered if she should have a drink to go with this morning breakfast.
"Isn't it a little early to be hitting the bottle?" he smirked at her.
A scowl planted itself on her face only to be replaced by a sneer. Her delicate features were twisted and she found herself wishing that there were fifty people in between them. She decided to suck it up and simply smiled back at him.
"As a matter of fact, I wasn't going to have a drink, but I would like a café latte. Please." Her cobalt eyes were trained on him before grabbing a newspaper off a nearby table. The New York Times was splashed across the front.
Chuck laughed as the newspaper opened up and she ignored him pointedly. Sometimes it was worth it, but he wanted to see her pretty face. He moved over slightly and placed a hand on her bare leg, slowly running it up and down.
He saw her pupils dilate and felt her tense before continuing to read and relax. It moved down slightly. To anyone else, it looked like they were sharing the newspaper.
"Mr. Bass? What would you like today?" asked the French maitre'd.
Chuck replied just as Blair was lowering her newspaper, "strawberries with a side of cream and a café latte for my friend, and I would like a Belgian waffle with fresh fruit and water." He moved back to his side of the table, as Blair went back to reading her paper.
As he found himself going to turn and ask the maitre'd for a side of cereal when the most sensual feeling overcame him. Blair's petite foot was rubbing at the inside of his thigh from within the safety of the long tablecloths. Her eyes were still trained on the newspaper, but it was set lower. Her eyes moved from side to side and the page turned once in a while.
He found himself grasping her bare foot beneath the table and massaging it with his fingertips.
"You do indeed like your harlotry, don't you?" Chuck murmured below his breath.
Her lithe foot retracted, but not before having a toe trace its way down his leg in a sultry manner. The page turned.
He whined, "Why would you stop now?"
A soft laugh emerged, only for her to show him the comic page. There was a satire of the life of a socialite. He scowled at her. In return Blair simply looked amused. She turned the page.
The strawberries and cream came with her café latte, quite quickly. Blair looked at him from under her lashes, a soft look in her eyes. He wondered what she was thinking. Chuck had never seen that look before, but he had to say that it was definitely sultry and sexy.
"Well? Ms. Waldorf?"
Blair laughed and popped a strawberry into her mouth, "your decrepitude astounds me, Mr. Bass."
She dipped the second strawberry in the cream with her silver fork and gave a sigh of pleasure. This was her favourite. She savoured everyone, not bothering to realize that Chuck's food was had arrived a full five minutes after hers.
Chuck sulked as her lips kiss each piece of fruit before she pulled them in her mouth with her tongue. If anything, he was jealous of fruit – the hell?!
Blair looked at her phone and blinked, "ah, shit. I have to go into school early to day. I'll see you later, Charles!"
She popped the last strawberry in her mouth. She dabbed at the corners of her mouth before drinking the cream straight from the bowl. With another dab with the napkin she turned his head to look at her and kissed him straight on the lips. It was passionate and he saw stars, fireworks, all those silly things – he felt them.
Blair pulled away and looked into his eyes before turning and walking out, "see you at school, Charles."
Spotted: B leaving the Palace Hotel with her lipstick smudged. I wonder who she's been seeing? XOXO Gossip Girl
A/N: C/B action abound this week. I love it.
