Chuck's palms were sweating as he rode the elevator up to his office. She was back today, Blair was back to work today. No matter what his stupid mind told him, which was that it would be better if she quit and he never had to see her or think of her again, his stupid body kept forcing him to feel differently.
He resisted the urge to wipe his hands on his pants as he walked off the elevator.
"Good morning, Mr. Bass." She said in her coolest professional tone. He'd listened for a hint of a crack in it, but could hear nothing.
"Good morning, Mrs. Humphrey..." He was proud of his own voice betraying nothing. "So glad your back. I need you to read the reports sent over by the Librarian Society. I want to move forward on the project by next week. I'll need to to fax Tao in Lisbon about the bid. And I need coffee. Now."
He went into his office, but he left his door open. He'd missed hearing her move around the office. He'd missed the sound of her voice as she spoke to people on the phone. He'd missed her. With his door open he was privy to all of that, so he leaned back in his chair, and took her in.
He opened his eyes to the sound of her footsteps on his office floor. Her hands were empty of the coffee cup he'd been expecting, and yet she still walked purposefully towards him. She didn't stop till she was standing in front of him.
"Blair-" He breathes her name but she interrupts him as she comes to stand between his parted legs.
"No talking." She presses her fingers against his lips before sliding them across his jaw and then to the back of his neck. As she leans in she pulls him up to meet her lips. Her mouth claims his and when her tongue seeks his, his brain feels like it's been hit with electrodes.
Her hands are at his tie, pulling at the knot, then the buttons, freeing his neck and her lips leave his to ravage the skin there.
"Blair..." He manages to mutter... a second before she rips his shirt open. He can still hear the buttons ping around the room as she sinks to her knees before him. Chuck watches, with rapt desire, as she starts a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down his chest. He moans as her lips find one of his nipples, and he leans his head back against the rest of his chair. He slides his hips forward when he feels her hands work to free him from his pants, and his eyes close as his throbbing cock is finally out before her.
His gut twists and shockwaves of pleasure shoot through his limbs as her hot tongue licks a wet line up the length of his erection. And then she's talking him into her mouth, and he can't stifle the groan that is ripped from him.
His hands grip the armrests of his chair as she sucks him hard into her mouth, releases him, and then take him in again. Over and over. He feels his body tighten and in moments his orgasm rips through his body.
"Knock! Knock! Knock!"
Chuck's eyes shoot open and he inhales on a hiss. He looks down at his pants, curses, and pulls his chair into his desk before calling for the person standing in the doorway to enter. He doesn't know why his befuddled mind is surprised that it's her.
"Mrs. Humphrey." He greets, and hopes she doesn't notice that his voice cracked.
He's shit out of luck today. She pauses with a fresh coffee in her hands, and cocks her head to look at him. "Are you alright?" She asks with more suspicion than care at the moment.
"I would be if I had the coffee I've been waiting for." He bites out, as he shifts in his chair.
She ignores his tone, and points out. "You look flushed."
"You look like you should be working." He snaps harsher than he intended, but he wants her out of his office as fast as possible.
"Fine." Blair says sharply as she slams the cup down on his desk and leaves.
Alone in his office he shifts uncomfortably in his chair, and picks up his phone to call his valet. "Marcus, I'm going to need you to bring me a fresh pair of pants..."
Later Blair sits at her desk, going over paper work, and trying her best to pretend that everything is normal. This was her job before... the incident, this is her job now. Nothing has changed. She glances over her shoulder at Chuck's now closed office door and a jolt of heat shoots down her belly to her groin. She clenches her thighs together, but that only makes it worse, and a groan escapes her lips.
"B!"
Blair's head shoots up just in time to see a whirlwind of blonde barreling down on her. She stands up for the purpose of escape, but is soon caught up in a hug that nearly chokes the life from her.
"I'm so glad you're alive!"
"So glad... that you're trying to kill me?" Blair derided as she pushed the blonde away.
"Kill you? Why would I want to kill you when you're my best friend?" Serena laughs as she hugs Blair tighter one last time before letting her go and stepping a pace back. Blair thought she was still too close.
"You really need to get out more."
"I do all right." Serena smiles, as self-assured as ever.
"Two things and I'll let you get back to your exciting world of global espionage."
"Investment portfolios." Blair corrects, not planning on laughing at any of Serena's jokes.
Serena didn't seem to notice. "One, when are we going to have dinner?"
"I'm very busy. Work. Husband. Surviving hurricanes." Blair said dryly.
"Wednesday works for me too! I'll meet you here." Serena looked Blair up and down. "And wear something that shows a little more skin. Or any skin for that matter. Amish is so last year."
"I'm not going to dinner with you."
"You are and we're going to have fun. Now for the second thing... Is my brother in?"
Blair nods absently, still trying to figure a way out of going to dinner with her boss' sister, but also trying to ignore the knowledge that she wants to go. "He's just changing. He spilt coffee on his pants."
Serena raises an eyebrow. "Really? I need to write that down... I don't think he's ever spilt anything on himself-when he wasn't drunk?"
"I wouldn't know." Blair comments as she picks up the phone and calls Chuck to let him know Serena is here.
A couple of minutes later Chuck opens his door, and waves Serena in. He pauses for a moment to speak with Blair.
"Are those reports almost done?"
"They should be ready for you in the next hour."
"Fine."
Serena watches the normal back and forth, and suddenly her eyes widen. After he shuts the door, he turns and looks at Serena and finds her jaw hanging open.
"Are you having a stroke?" He asks with a raised brow.
"OH MY GOD! You two had sex!" She says just below a bellow.
His eyes narrow, and he makes a sweeping gesture across his throat as he casts a look at the door, signaling he doesn't want Blair to overhear this conversation.
"Sere-"
"Don't even start with me! I know I'm right!" She claps her hands and laughs. "This is great!"
"She's married."
"That's never stopped you before."
Chuck looks away and walks to his desk. When he sits down, Serena follows him and plunks herself onto the edge of his desk.
"Chuck... it's okay to like her."
"She has a husband." His jaw tightens and he keeps his eyes on his computer screen.
"So? I've had one. A couple of papers signed, and that all goes away."
He rolled his eyes. "I could be wrong, but I don't think she was drunk in Ibiza when she married him, and I'm completely sure her marriage has been longer than 8 days."
"That sounds like judgement..." Serena mused for a moment, but got back on her topic. "Maybe her marriage is different than mine was... but... What I'm saying is... Just because someone is with another person, doesn't mean you don't have a chance."
He sighed. "That is pure Serena-logic."
She shook her head. "It's the truth. Please, just think about it."
He didn't say anything, but she took that to mean he conceded. "Good. Now take me to lunch. Oh, and FYI, my marriage was 11 days not 8. Single digits would be tacky."
Blair walks to the elevator, exhausted and yet oddly exhilarated with her first day back at work. Shortly after she presses the button the elevator opens and she steps inside, and selects the lobby button. The doors are just sliding shut when a hand slips between them, and stops them. The elevator doors slide back to reveal Chuck standing in their office hall. Their eyes lock on each other for a split second, before they realize even that is too long.
Her breath catches as he's suddenly standing next to her, both facing the doors. Both staring up at the numbers as the doors slide shut, and they're again locked in place together. The space, that had seemed perfectly large a few moments ago when she was the only rider, suddenly seems to feel teeny tiny. There's silence as the elevator starts hums, and it seems like it's moving in slow motion.
"I hope your first day back wasn't too trying..." He says, his eyes still on the numbers.
"It was fine." She replies carefully, and she can't believe she can feel his voice in her groin.
The elevator jerks and her shoulder bumps his, and she feels that brief touch all the way down to her toes. She turns to apologize, and he does so as well, which now has them standing face to face. She feels his breath on her skin. The elevator jerks again, and then stops completely. The action has her stumbling into his arms, and she clings to him. Her balance is off, but it's not because of the elevator. Chuck has her senses reeling.
"Blair..." His voice. Fuck, he has the sexiest voice she's ever heard, and when he says her name...
Her hands find the back of his head and she's pulling him down to her, and her lips open on his in a kiss that has them both losing their minds, caring about nothing and no one but each other. He presses her back until she's against the polished steel of the elevator's wall. Blair pulls her mouth away to catch her breath, and watches as he drops to crouch in front of her. She bites her lip as she feels his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up, and then latching onto her panties. Heat races along her skin as his fingers claw down her legs to remove the wet lace.
Her head drops back as he stands, but snaps back up as she reaches for the front of his pants to free his thick cock from the fine material. Her fingers wrap around the base of his penis, and as she strokes him she revels in the feeling of it pulsing in her hand, smooth, hot, and hard. It's perfection, and she wants it inside her.
"Now..." She whispers into the heavy air of the elevator. "Take me now."
Chuck doesn't need to be asked twice and he hoist her up in his arms. Her legs, clad in only thigh-high stocking, wrap around his hips. He reaches between them and sets himself at soaking entrance and she lets her body sink down onto his dick.
"Ch-uck!" She cries out at the feel of his cock stretching her pussy out.
He starts slamming into her, and she eagerly meets his thrusts. She loves the sound of his heavy breath in her ear, but soon she can't hear it as her own cries of pleasure drown his out. They move faster and harder, and she clings to him with her arms, her legs, her pussy. She clings and rocks and begs until her body explodes in orgasm.
Blair's eyes fly open and she jerks up in her chair. Her hands land on her desk as she tries to catch her breath, but it takes a few minutes to comedown from her Chuck-driven fantasy. As she wipes the sweat from her top lip, she glances over her shoulder and is grateful that Chuck was out to lunch with Serena. Blair was sure, but you was fairly certain she'd cried out as she came.
Speaking of which... She cringed as she uncrossed her legs, and stood up. It looked like she'd be going commando for the rest of the day.
She went home that night to a loft that smelled of fresh bread, tomato sauce and garlic. Dan looks up from the counter as she comes in and smiles at her.
"How was your first day back?" He asked as he moved to the sink to wash his hands.
"It was fine." She said as breezily as possible, and then starts towards their bedroom. "That smells delicious. I'll just wash up and change before we eat."
"Blair?"
She pretends not to hear him as she quickly walks into the bedroom. Taking her panties out of her purse she drops them into the hamper. Blair has stripped off her work clothes and is pulling a light dress over her head when Dan comes to stand in the doorway.
"My sister is coming for dinner tonight..."
Blair pauses for an heartbeat but then keeps going, pulling up her zipper and brushing back her hair. "Do we have enough wine?"
He ignores her dig at how much Jenny has been drinking lately, and comes to sit on the bed. "I was thinking... Maybe you could call Dr. Murray?"
She turns and fixes him with a harsh glare. "I do not need to call a therapist. I especially don't need to call a therapist because your sister most likely suggested it. And don't try telling me it was out of the kindness of her heart. It was because she's so desperate to get Nate looked down, she's grasping at straws."
Dan looks at her, and she can see he's not going to back down from what he wants to say. "You've been through a trauma. And he helped the last time-"
"That wasn't the same as this. Not even close." She snaps and turns away. She wraps her arms around herself and stares into her closet.
"I know." He nods. "But maybe talking to him will help?" He looks at her as he stands up. "Just think about it."
"Fine." She says, and turns to look at him over her shoulder. "And you can tell your sister that she can set the date for a week from this Saturday."
Dan nods, and leaves, not saying anything else for once. Finally alone, Blair goes and stands at the window, looking out at the beautiful Manhattan skyline, and thinking of him.
On that island, Chuck stands at one of his floor to ceiling windows, his apartment so high that he could look at anything, but he only wants to look towards Brooklyn, and thinks of her.