A/N: Yo :) So this chapter is extra long, and there was no use in dividing it. It just wouldn't work.
I'm trying to smut it, so this one includes a love scene part, hope it isn't too terrible :|
I'd like to get reviews and tips, that would be helpful and encouraging :) Enjoy reading!
Rating: M (For adult themes. The part is marked for your convenience).
Is it any wonder?
Blair had no idea what was last night all about. She kissed Nate, and then he left with disappointment, and then Chuck arrived and she kicked him out of her apartment. None of this made any sense what so ever.
She was numb. She didn't know what time it was. Her sleeping mask covered her eyes tightly, preventing her from capturing the morning sunlight. If it was still morning. Something in the back of her head screamed at her to wake up already, because it was probably late. But what was she late for? She couldn't remember and she didn't even care. Moments later she decided a cup of coffee might help her organize her thoughts properly. She removed the sleeping mask, turning her head to look at the alarm clock. It was 11 am and she was late. Of course she was late; she had an appointment in exactly twenty minutes.
Her law firm wasn't going to create itself. She was meeting up with that investor, one of Chuck's friends, probably a snobby billionaire that didn't even speak English, but as long as he was willing to invest in her firm, she would do anything. She insisted to work for the investment instead of funding herself on her family's expense; she wanted to be independent for once. She calculated her time. She had one minute to brush her teeth, three minutes for make up and five minutes to dress up, she didn't even think of the possibility she wouldn't be able to catch a cab. She exited the tall building doors, all dressed up and looking fabulous. Only Blair Waldorf could adjust herself in fifteen minutes and still look like she was preparing for an hour at least.
A black town car waited for her in the entrance. She recognized Nate's car. The driver opened the window and signaled her to come closer.
"Mister Archibald sent me; he said there's a meeting you need to attend".
Blair couldn't believe it; after all of last night's fiasco Nate was sending her a car, what an idiot.
"Thank you, but I'll hail a cab", she responded coldly.
The driver smiled at her. "He thought you'd say that, he insists miss".
Blair narrowed her eyes. Nate knew her well. Anyway, she was in no condition to argue, and she could use a ride. He won't have it his way at the end of the day. He might have won the battle, but Blair always won the war.
Why is she thinking in war terms? Chuck spoiled her for good.
"You'd never take no for an answer, right?" she said while entering the car.
"That's right miss", the driver responded with a smile.
A bouquet of flowers laid on the backseat with her name above the pink greeting card. It said 'I'm sorry, we should talk. Good luck with your meeting. N.'
For fucks sake, she wanted to beat his ass off right now. She was even more pissed than before.
It was very Nate Archibald to fuck things, and then come up with this original idea of flowers with greeting cards, claiming he's sorry and they should talk. It worked many times before, but she had to fail him this time. She dated Chuck Bass, she was beyond the level of Nate sweet talking her out to forgive him.
She grabbed the bouquet and tossed it into the trash can when she exited the vehicle.
She was one minute early, saved by the Archibald.
"How did it go?" Nate asked his driver over the phone. He always liked the guy. He never asked questions and did everything as quickly as possible. He even liked to chat once in a while when he felt bored.
"Well, she accepted the ride, but she threw the bouquet into the trash can".
Fuck. They were Hydrangeas, her favorite. She was probably more pissed than he thought she was.
"Thanks James", Nate said weakly as he hung up.
He messed up, he never should have kissed her. Although she seemed to enjoy it just as he did, but if it meant losing her as a friend, he definitely messed up. It's not like he loved her or something, right?
It was 1 am, and Blair just downed her fifth Cosmo for tonight. The appointment went well, even over her expectations. The investor was a young attractive guy, about two years older than year. He graduated from Yale as well, and they had plenty to talk about. She didn't even need to work her charms on him. They agreed on another meeting to settle up some final matters, and her firm was officially on the works.
She ordered her sixth Cosmo, sensing the bartender didn't approve. She was definitely drunk and she didn't even know how to get home without being run over by a car.
She thought about Nate all day long. He managed to piss her off. Not because he left her high and dry in her own apartment, it was because she was so confused right now. So they had casual sex once in a while, it doesn't mean they love each other or something. They didn't need a relationship for sex. But his lips burning on hers brought something else to her mind. Something like an old feeling, maybe nostalgia. She was frustrated, she wanted to rip his head off and kiss him in the same time, and that was no where near to being his friend right now.
She found herself in a cab, totally drunk, over to Nate's. She was going to knock him down, punch him a few times and then leave with a smile of triumph.
She could barely climb the stairs to his apartment; she didn't feel like waiting for the elevator. She tripped over a few times, but she managed to hold her head high when she knocked his on his door.
It was 2 am, and he was probably asleep, but she didn't even care. She came to kick his ass for confusing her, instead of being a good friend and make her life simpler. And then she would go home and sleep like a normal person. That's it.
He opened the door, wearing only his pajama bottoms. His bare buff chest shining in the moonlight, or maybe it was the stars in her head spinning around the room, she couldn't decide.
"Blair?" he asked. He didn't look like he just got up; he looked like he was trying to sleep for hours.
She didn't respond. Instead, she came forward, turning her tiny hands into fists. She pounded her fist on his chest, doing no harm. Then she pounded her other fist at him, like a pissed five year old that didn't get her dollhouse for Christmas. He pulled away from her, trying to avoid her angry fists at him, he was shocked. He didn't expect to see her tonight. But he did see, and she was hitting him, for no reason, maybe. Obviously wasted.
"Common now", he tried to calm her down while ducking in an attempt to evade her flying fist, but she didn't stop. All she did was pound harder, leaving angry red marks on his chest.
"No, I hate you!" she hissed while raising her hand towards his face in order to slap him. He quickly grabbed her wrist. She was always so tiny but so strong, it amazed him every time all over again. She didn't budge, tears started to fall off her cheeks. Her life was a mess, she was friendless at the moment and she just kind of broke things with her long time Basstard boyfriend. He could relate with most of it.
He pulled her closer to him, letting her sob on his now aching chest.
She raised her head at him, her cheeks still shinning with tears. She pierced his emerald green eyes with her blue ones. He didn't dare to move, he was afraid she was going to hit him all over again. Instead she pressed her lips against his.
She made him feel like a teenager. His attraction to her caused him to feel hot, although it snowed out side.
He deepened the kiss, inserting his tongue into her mouth. He could taste the Cosmo she probably drank an hour before, and it actually turned him on even more.
He lifted her and adjusted her on the kitchen counter. She fisted his hair in anger, trying to win their tongue fight. She was unbelievably sexy when she was angry.
All of a sudden he felt angry as well. He was angry at himself, for leaving her the other night, he should have stayed.
He found her dress zipper and pulled it down, shoving his hands underneath it to caress the small of her back. He tried to steady himself when she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him even closer. He kissed her jaw, trailed kisses down to her neck, sucking on her skin. He wanted to leave his mark on her, he wanted her to remember. She moaned as she tightened her hold on his waist. He lifted her up from the kitchen counter and pressed her to the wall, still not heading to the bedroom. He pressed her hard against the wall, kissing her roughly, not willing to let go. When he kissed her neck once again, she bit his earlobe, making him groan. She wanted it to hurt, even a little. He slowly pushed her strapless dress down, glancing at her body. She wore the same red demi-lace bra he saw the night before, the same one he wanted to rip off of her but had no chance to. She also wore a matching red lace thong. He thought he was about to faint only from looking at her.
She kicked her dress away and returned only to meet his face again. But they didn't kiss; they just stared at each other. It could stop any moment now and one of them would come to his senses, but she just knew it wouldn't. It was meant to happen.
"You're so fucking sexy", he whispered in her ear, licking her ear lobe while cupping her breasts in his palms. She moaned loudly and tightened her grip on him.
"- Now", he heard her saying. He didn't get the rest of the sentence; he was busy unclasping her bra, but it sounded familiar. "I want you, now", was all she said when they had sex two years ago. He happily obliged as he lifted her up for the third time, now finally heading to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed, forgetting to be gentle for a second, and came on top of her. She was half naked and gorgeous as ever.
He kissed her, hearing her moan once again as he cupped her breast with his palm. He trailed his kisses along her neck to her collarbone, teasing her. She practically wanted to shove his head down, but she didn't, because she knew this was his way of teasing her, and she kind of liked it.
He reached her breast, closing on it with his mouth, gently encircling his tongue around her nipple. He slightly bit her while cupping the other breast with his free hand, rubbing his thumb on her other nipple, making it stiff.
"Nate…" she moaned while fisting his hair. He shifted to her other breast, giving it the same attention, biting her once in a while. He knew it turned her on even more. He trailed some kisses down her stomach while fingering the thin material of her thong; she was already soaked with anticipation.
He licked her beyond the materiel, making her grab his hair even harder, which caused him to groan.
He yanked the materiel and spitted on the area, making her even wetter.
He bit the edge of the thong and slid it through her legs, throwing it across the room carelessly. He gently kissed each of her inner ties, and then licked her wet folds, making her moan his name again.
He reached to her aching clit, licking and sucking on it with a rhythm, while inserting a finger inside of her.
"Oh god…" she almost screamed, arching her back towards him.
He inserted another finger inside of her, licking her clit even faster.
"I want you to come for me", he glanced at her face. She looked down at him. He smiled at her seductively while quickening his pace.
"Don't stop… Don't stop", she murmured at him. She looked down at him once again. Once he sensed her gaze he deepened his fingers thrusts.
Watching him sent her to another dimension when she climaxed, screaming his name.
She laid there for a moment, panting heavily. He came up, and she took a glimpse at his trousers, he was painfully hard. The sight made her horny all over again as she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.
She quickly removed his trousers and threw it on the floor. She flipped them over and she was on top of him. She gripped him firmly, stroking him beyond the materiel of his boxers, causing him to groan.
She slowly removed his boxers, revealing his erection. She kept stroking him while kissing his neck.
"I want you inside of me", she said between kisses. "Right fucking now", she added in a sexy tone.
He smirked at her while she positioned herself above him, guiding him to her entrance. They both moaned loudly as he entered her with his full length, she was tighter than he remembered. Maybe it was the lack of condom that made the difference.
She started to ride him slowly, getting used to his size. He moved his hips up and down, increasing their speed.
"Nate… Oh my god, yes!" she screamed as he thrusted even faster.
He laid one hand on her hips, steadying her. The other hand went straight to her breast, rubbing her stiffened nipple.
He felt her muscles clenching around him, a sign she was about to come.
Her moans became louder by the second when she climaxed for the second time. He kept thrusting harder and deeper, in order to let her experience her own orgasm and reach his. A moment later, he exploded inside of her with a loud moan.
She collapsed on him. They both were sweaty and he was still inside of her.
They panted heavily, not looking in each other.
He could sense she already sobered up; cuddling was pretty much no option.
She rolled off of him. He wondered if she was going to dress up and leave, but she didn't. She curled up in her corner of the bed, disappearing inside the sheets, shutting him off by turning her back at him.
He covered himself as well, suddenly feeling very post-sex tired. He stared at the ceiling, his mind was blank.
He knew she was awake by her still fast breath rhythm.
He didn't say a thing. He didn't want to ruin whatever they still had.
