*The Funeral*
Chapter 7
*Distractions*
A/N: Okay so sorry it took so long, I feel bad since it was left on a cliffhanger.
I do have a fairly good reason for the absence though, I have been extremely sick for the past two weeks. I'm talking about sneezing, sniffling, sore throat, coughing, runny nose, chills, aching. I was pretty much a walking 'before' in a cold medicine commercial.
The thing that got me through the day was watching 'MGMT' (I love them) and 'Andy Samberg' on 'Yo Gabba Gabba' with my two year old nephew, I know weird.
Thank you all for the wonderful reviews.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"Chuck?" She looked away from the wall for a moment and stared at him, before her eyes snapped back to it.
"What was all that with the blonde about, Waldorf?" Chuck asked, stepping into her room.
"Just another example of my former best friend, perpetually being a bitch." Blair snapped, still staring at the wall in front of her.
"What happened to set off this chain of events? Did she steal your favorite lip gloss?" He said in a teasing manner.
"Please, you think I'm so shallow that I would be angry with her over lip gloss." This time when she spoke, she did turn to look at him and was met with an irritating smirk.
"Not at all, Waldorf." His smirk widened as he spoke.
"What are you even doing here?" She asked wanting to get whatever it was he wanted out of the way.
"I'm genuinely curious to hear what turns the ice queen so fiery." He said, walking to her bed and sitting down beside her. "Did she screw your boyfriend? Cheat off of your test in math class? Steal your sweater?"
"None of the above." She said, moving away from him. "But I didn't mean, what are you doing in my room, I meant my home but I have a feeling you already knew that."
"Guilty as charged, Waldorf." Chuck looked over at her, finding her eyes once again glued to the wall. "Seriously, I would like to know what set you off, because you're pretty damn hot when your pissed and I would very much like to recreate that look you had on your face when you were yelling at her."
"I told her something. Something I've not even had the courage to tell Eric and instead of believing her best friend that she's known since she was four, she feels the need to prove my honesty, by asking a known liar for truth in my recollection."
"Is there a reason for her distrust in you?"
"Absolutely not. I've never done anything that should make her inherent faith in the kind, truthful nature of every being on this earth dwindle."
"If that were true then she would believe you."
"I think somewhere inside of her warped thought process she does believe me to some degree, but she has been trained to follow what Carter says and the great and powerful Carter could never do any wrong." She said.
"Who's Carter?"
"Just this self-absorbed ass that Serena associates with, whom she thinks is the second coming of Christ."
"She doesn't seem like the type to flock to religious figures."
"She's not, never has been really, but Carter seems to have this hold over people."
"Something tells me you know him a little better than you're letting on." He said in a tone almost resembling jealousy, giving her a knowing look.
"In the beginning, when Serena, Eric and I first met him…he seemed so trustworthy…almost like you could tell him anything. He was kind and he looked after the three of us, even before we lost our parents."
"Then, what did he do to make you despise him so much?"
"He was very protective of me, of all of us really, but I guess he felt like he needed to guard me more than them." She turned her head to look at him briefly. "After my father and Lillian died, I had no one left, but Serena had Dan and Eric had Jonathon and I was all alone except for Carter, though he wasn't that great of company."
"You still haven't answered my question, Waldorf." Chuck ground out, an unusual burning in the pit of his stomach as she spoke of all her time alone with this Carter guy.
"I'm getting to it, Bass. Patience is a virtue, you know." He glared playfully at her but it went unnoticed as she stared off into space. "Carter is a very proud person and he feels entitled to certain things, like he should be allowed to get away with anything and everything, which he usually does."
"And being around him makes you feel invincible, because he gets away with murder and in his company you do too." He noticed disdain creeping into her voice more and more as she spoke. "He tries very hard not to let anyone see his true self, his cold calculating ways, his barbaric tendencies, he's almost like a schizophrenic. One minute being sweet and kind, the next a cold blooded killer, but after you've seen what he hides the cracks in the façade he shows the world are easily recognizable and you start to wonder why you hadn't seen it all along."
"Still not answeri-"
"I can't answer your question because he's done too many cruel things to count and choosing just one would be only a small inkling of the true evil he harbors inside of himself."
She turned her head slightly, finding him extremely close to her. Close enough to where she could feel his breath against her bare neck. Their eyes connected and she found herself unable to look away from his gaze, the caramel color entrancing her as he stared into her mahogany irises.
His hand raised and tucked a wayward curl gently behind her ear. He didn't even realize when the hand stayed in place after he was finished, palm brushing against her check lightly when she moved her head to look at him fully.
They were leaning closer, eyes still connected; his hand threaded itself through her hair, resting against the nape of her neck and gently pulling her to him. So close, yet barely touching, his lips brushed against hers and her eyes drifted shut at the contact. He pulled back and looked into those eyes once more.
With lust flowing through him, he quickly moved forward, planting his mouth firmly against hers. His hand fell from her hair and he placed it low on her thigh. He groaned as he took her lips fully, sliding his tongue through the part in the temping ruby red lips.
His senses were assaulted by the scent of vanilla, the taste of honey, overpowering him, making him lose his mind.
He let his hand trail up her thigh, against the sheer white stockings she had on under the uniform she still wore. He leaned her back against the bed and climbed over top of her, settling himself between her parted thighs. His fingertips soon made contact with the tempting bit of creamy skin that was exposed between her gartered stockings and her silk panties. A moan escaped her mouth when his fingers began tracing shapes against her flesh.
Her fingers pulled at the tie around his neck, loosening the Windsor knot until it fell from its position and she flung it across the room, earning an amused laugh against her mouth, courtesy of Chuck. She flicked some of the buttons on his shirt open, then grabbed his collar in her hands as his hand slid from her thigh upwards, ghosting across her clothed skin, grazing her breast with his palm on his journey to the closures at the front of her blouse.
"How did you know I liked purple, Waldorf?" He groaned when her purple silk bra was revealed.
"Lucky guess." She giggled lightly before reconnecting their lips.
Her blouse was completely removed within seconds and quickly thrown across the room to meet his tie on the floor. He flipped them over so that she was sitting on top of him, straddling his hips, never once breaking their kiss. His hands held her thighs as he moved his lips across her jaw slowly in wet, treacherous kisses.
She felt his hardness against the apex of her thigh and gasped loudly into his ear as he sucked in a breath in between kisses that were now moving to her neck. The change came then, her eyes darkened to onyx, alerting her of this by a shading of her vision with an almost transparent coating of the color, her veins thumped in anticipation, her hearing increased until the only noise in her ears was his erratic heartbeat and the blood that flowed furiously through his veins. The smell of his blood became more and more prominent and tempting by the second.
His lips were trailing down her neck, hands running along her body, caressing every inch, and she was trying desperately to suppress her want, truthfully if that were to happen she would need to remove herself from him and he would need to go miles from her.
She couldn't stop, she found her bloodlust growing more and more as he continued to rub his hands along her body, stopping and gripping her thighs tightly when she bit down lightly on his earlobe and still she couldn't stop.
Her fingers ran down his chest, finishing the buttons on his shirt and her nails scraped against his chest gently causing a groan to escape his mouth. He reconnected their lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth once again as her fingers began to unbuckle his belt, quickly accomplishing her task and moving on to the fastening of his pants.
"Holy Shit." Blair practically flung herself off of Chuck, pulling a pillow over her form to cover herself.
"Eric, what are you doing in here?" Embarrassment flooded her and laced with her voice.
"I came to ask you if you had seen Chuck, obviously you have." Eric replied distractedly, still surprised at the way he'd found them, most astounded by Blair. He'd never seen her be alone with anyone aside from Serena and Carter on very rare occasions and even more rarely to let anyone touch her, including Serena. Yet here she was shut away in her room with a boy she'd known for barely a week, on top of him, letting him touch her, kissing him, in her very revealing bra, unzipping his pants.
"Eric." Chuck greeted with a smirk and once again Eric was surprised, this time by his calmness at being caught in such a compromising position.
"I think I'll leave now, see you tomorrow." He turned and left the room quickly.
Chuck looked at Blair, staring at the recently vacated doorway, mouth agape, a pillow still covering her body. He smirked and moved and began placing kisses along her throat again.
"I think you should leave." She said through a thinly veiled moan as he bit lightly on her neck.
"Why, Waldorf? We were having so much fun." He pulled the pillow from her grasp and started trailing his hand up her thigh once again.
"I don't feel like it anymore." She said in a tone that she didn't even believe.
"Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body is saying something entirely different."
"I'll walk you out." She pushed him off, amid much inner turmoil.
"Why because your brother walked in on us? I don't think he has a problem with it, so why should you?" He attempted to touch her again, but she decided it was the perfect time to stand up from the bed.
"Just because, so can you leave?" She rushed into her closet and returned a moment later in a gray, high neck, low hemline, burlap sack 'dress'.
"You're walking me out, even though you look like a nun." He stood from the bed and reluctantly pulled her from the room, if he stayed in the room any longer he'd end up not being able to stop himself from ripping off that 'dress' and taking her on her bedroom floor.
"I do no-"
"Though I suppose anything would look nun-like compared to your previous state of undress." They were walking down the stairs now.
"Shut up." She blushed and looked down.
"I love it when you order me around, Waldorf."
"I bet you do."
They stopped in front of the elevator and he pulled into one last heated kiss that lingered even after it was over.
"I don't think I've ever seen you act like more of a teenager, even when you were alive." Eric said from behind her.
"What do you mean?" Blair asked turning to look at him.
"Well, I just found you half naked, on top of a teenage boy, human no less, making out with him, with your hand practically down his pants. I think that qualifies as teenage behavior, don't you?" He smirked at her and it was utterly irritating.
"Goodnight."
She went back upstairs but found it increasingly hard to sleep and it had nothing to do with the fact that she woke up every twenty minutes, drenched in sweat after having dreamt of a certain dark-haired, smirking, billionaire.
"Hello, sweetheart."
Blair groaned when she heard Chuck's voice behind her.
"Can I help you with something, Bass?" She asked as he took a seat beside her.
"Actually-"
"Chuck, last night was fun." A young blonde girl, no older than sixteen, said from beside Chuck.
"Sure, let's go with that." He scoffed at the girl, causing her face to fall.
"I just thought you felt the same by the way you were fucking me."
"Just because I fuck a desperate girl doesn't mean I enjoy it." He sneered, turning his back on the now red-faced girl.
"So you took my virginity and you don't even have the decency to be nice to me?"
"If you wanted a meaningful first time, you wouldn't have slept with me."
"You lured me into bed with you." She stated in a matter of fact tone.
"No, I didn't, you were desperate to be done with your precious virginity and you fucked the first person you could find. So run along now, I'm done with you."
"Oh, so you're moving on to your next desperate whore." She accused, letting her eyes flick to Blair.
"I am in no way going to be his next conquest, so you have nothing to worry about from me." Blair said, ignoring Chuck's eyes on her.
"I seriously doubt that, you just scream slut."
"Okay, Elena I think you need to leave now." Chuck told her assertively.
"It's Emma." She said on the verge of tears.
"I really don't care."
She ran from them quickly, tears falling down her cheeks, blonde hair flying in the wind behind her.
He turned his eyes back to Blair and found her staring at him.
"What?" He asked when he saw her astounded expression.
"And you wonder why I didn't want to sleep with you last night." She scoffed at him.
"That wasn't what you were implicating when you were on top of me." He replied leaning towards her suggestively.
"Oh yes, right before you went off and screwed that Emma girl, because I said no." She pulled away from him quickly.
"Well, I wouldn't have needed to find outside entertainment if you had just accommodated me."
"Accommodated you? I'm not going to ever have sex with you, especially after your little show just a few minutes ago."
"Your upset about the slutty girl I brushed off?" He was dumbfounded.
"You took her virginity and then you called her a desperate whore and made her cry."
"She was desperate; I knew her all of five minutes before she started rubbing herself against me like a bitch in heat."
"You are such a…a…a Basshole."
"Clever Waldorf." He smirked. "But trust me if I fucked you, it would be an entirely different situation, for one I actually like you."
"What would possibly make you think I would want to lose my virginity to you?" Her eyes widened and a light blush touched her cheeks.
He could only stare at her, thinking it utterly impossible for her to be a virgin, especially the way she had acted last night. Before he could think of anything to say, she was running from the courtyard, didn't even look back once.
A/N: So tiny falling out, after a make out.
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