Title: Love Me If You Dare

Chapter 7: Faulty Requests And Night Caps

Author: Ellibells

Summary: A game of dares between two beautiful strangers. Based on the French film, Love Me If You Dare. Chuck and Blair have never met until they meet on separate blind dates in a bar. Blair wants wild, crazy leaps and Chuck is like a fish to water. Hook, Line and Sinker.

A/N: Well I never! I'm at Uni! Can you believe it?! Neither can I! I am currently sat in my new room at uni contemplating writing this chapter after such a long break! It's been hectic and crazy but I felt I needed to get you an update before season 6 kicked off in a few weeks! Not long now folks! So again, sorry for the wait but I have been super busy settling into uni and living away from home –scary shit dudes!

Season 6 is so close I can smell it! I may put out a one-shot soon to get us all excited for the premiere but we will see! Stay tuned!

I'm gonna stop talking now! Enjoy and thank you to all my lovely reader and reviewers AS EVER! (ps. i know this may be shorter than usual but there is a bigger one to come :))

Disclaimer: *I do not own Chair or the film, Love Me If You Dare…But I do own Ed Westwick… ;)*


Art. Blair Waldorf never thought she'd live the day when she attended the ballet with Chuck Bass. A few months ago, she was vaguely aware of his existence and reputation but now she was sat so close to him in their private balcony that the heat he radiated sent chills through her body.

His arm was draped innocently over the back of her chair and she couldn't deny her body from sinking into the supporting back with the knowledge that his arm was so close to wrapping her safely next to him.

Wonderment was the word. The thing that truly drew her to this art form was the unfolding of a story, the heartache and love that could be expressed with movement and the classical music ringing through the building as endless amounts of dancers pranced around the stage, telling their story and expressing reasons vague and vivid all at the same time.

His chest tightened as he watched her. The scene was coming to the climax, Giselle builds the crowd up to the inevitable yet curious conclusion and all Chuck could do was sit and watch Blair as she sat upright and wanting in her seat; needing to know more.

She was clenching onto the railings before her as the music rang through their ears, higher and higher, until Dum, the clock strikes four and the feeling overwhelms the embraced audience.

About to place his hand against the plane of her back in some sort comfort, he quickly retracted it when he saw Blair quickly wiping a tear from her eyes and shaking the feeling she had just been enraptured by. The beauty he saw in her in that second truly was undeniable.

The curtain came down and Blair released a breath low and calming. Softly she sank back into her chair and turned to see Chuck observing her intently.

She couldn't say much, but only a smile graced her features. It was grateful and needing at the same time.

There was not a lot Chuck could say either, other than his actions at offering her his arm as he stood and the room emptied of spectators.

xoxo

Silent smiles and nods were exchanged but nothing more than that was needed. They walked through the dimly lit Parisian streets through Blair's request. Chuck didn't argue and learnt quickly that he would go anywhere with her; do anything, say anything.

They had no specific direction but just walked; being with each other, not having to speak; the best kind of silence. Comfortable.

"Do you normally take women to the ballet?" Blair asked kindly with a hint of teasing in her voice as she looked up a little to Chuck who was walking beside her.

"Only the ones worth my time. It would be improper to come to Paris and not see the ballet don't you think?" He shrugged with a quiet smirk.

Blair took a moment to consider his statement, a moment to form a reply worth sharing; an art she had recently come accustomed to in his presence.

"Touché."

"What number am I then? I'm sure the list is definitive?..." She noted and continued to push his buttons.

"…So definitive that I can only seem to find one name that comes to mind…"

Her words froze on her lips are she realised what he was saying to her. Then all of a sudden, all the teasing and questioning seemed flawed, unreasonable, unneeded.

"She sounds like a lucky girl." She stuttered out in any sort of attempt to hide her sudden change in comfort. God, he was watching her closely now, she knew he felt the change in emotion and in an attempt to change subjects completely, she began rubbing her bare forearms.

"Here." He gestured as he began removing his suit jacket and now placing it securely on her shoulders so she could wrap herself up in his warmth and scent.

She hadn't realised how cold she was until the material hit her bare skins and she felt herself pulling his onto her arms tighter.

"Thank you."

Again in silence, Blair's mind wavered to the ring. The ring that held a game, a game of which had not been refreshed all day she noted.

Not wanting to break her own promises, she turned as they walked so she was now walking backward, looking at him as she did so.

Quietly and deliberately, she reached for his spare dangling arm, tugging him by the hand until his larger hands rested in her smaller palms.

Her fingers now traced over his smallest fingers and both their eyes moved up until they met in the dimmed lights of the street.

"Where has all the fun gone?" Blair asked sweetly, tilting her head a little as she watched his reaction; her fingers still brushing over his.

Chuck almost felt himself cringe at her words. How ironic. A game that had once seemed the best and most exhilarating idea in the world only now seemed bland and irrelevant. Especially when she was now willingly standing in front of him, sharing his time. The game partially forgotten in his eyes, or at least it had been.

"Play with me, Chuck." She was almost begging.

Their eyes were both locked on the image of their hands intertwined.

"How could I possibly say no?" He argued with a flirty quirk of the eyebrow.

He wanted her close to him. Holding him like this. The game was whatever it was. Did playing it mean staying close to her in any sort of context it allowed or did it mean lying to themselves because they had never known any better?

His question was replaced by a cheeky smile on her part and by this point they had come to a standstill. Still facing him, he tugged their joined hands so he was able to stand closer to her.

The small street was almost empty. Only the flickering of the street lamps and the odd dog walker and loved up couple passing them as they stood in a frozen stance.

"So?..." She asked in a smooth and counted tone as she waited for his request.

As he leaned closer, dangerously; Blair didn't move but stayed rigid, placid, even when his hand spread comfortably against her waist and back, holding her in place.

"Kiss me." He tempted as his lips brushed hers.

He held the contemplation in her eyes as she waited a moment. Her hand slowly reached up to thread around the back of his neck; her fingers burying themselves through his soft tresses.

He swallowed hard but kept his cool exterior but she knew better. His hands now both on her waist tightened as did hers around his neck.

Her eyes were closing and so were his. He let her control the pace, allowing her to move into him.

The absent feel of her lips against his almost made him peel his eyes open to assess the situation but just then, they were there. His cheek bone, his temple and finally the side of his mouth. Tauntingly close that he almost grunted when she retracted her touch and stood away from him, out of his embrace.

The sad smile that she masked with a quirk of the lips made him hate it. Quietly he nodded but couldn't say much more. She was walking away from him now and he knew just then that she was running away from the truth faster than he ever could.

Until now, he had never met someone quite as messed up, if not more than himself.

He was following her slowly now and she felt it. She also felt deep pangs of regret, sorrow. She couldn't admit it to herself, not just yet, but as she walked away from him, she couldn't place the feeling of longing and the self-restraint it took her to not kiss him completely and utterly until they were both satisfied with the request.

Left flustered and reserved, it only just occurred to Chuck that she hadn't taken the ring. Left on his finger, just like she had left him.

He had only fooled himself with his faulty request. And she certainly hadn't fooled him.

She was a mind field. They left for home tomorrow and if he could he would keep her here; in this city of beauty and love, close to him, away from the prying eyes of the Upper East Side socialites.

xoxo

Awkward. Like the comfort of each others company had been totally washed away with just a few pecks of the cheek, they now left their evening as it was; cold. They arrived back at the hotel and rode up in the elevator in silence before they parted to their rooms with the niceties of bidding good evening.

Slipping out of the evening's attire, Chuck took time to remove his cufflinks as he thought about the evenings events. He left his watch and cufflinks on the chest of drawers opposite his bed and stripped himself of his shirt and trousers before slipping into bed with an aching feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Another restless night of endless thoughts was on the cards for him, he knew it.

xoxo

A twinge of curiosity hit her all of a sudden when she removed his jacket from her shoulders. It smelt of him and she couldn't resist from holding it to her nose so she could inhale the smell.

Psychotic may have been one definition but to hell with it. The thought of his broad upper body wrapped in the material she now held in her hands made her feel some sort of comfort.

Restlessly she dropped the item against the vanity chair, sighing at her stupidity. What was she doing here?

She carefully and thoughtfully tugged the dress he had bought for her off her body, kicking off her channel pumps and letting her stiff shoulders drop.

Trading her La Perlas for a silk chemise, she slipped into her plush, unfamiliar bed and switched the lamp off; her mind flooding all of a sudden with thoughts of him, what tonight had been.

The image of how Giselle had died of a weak heart filled her body with chills. She had been too weak to protest her love for a man she was warned against, too weak to survive but strong enough to fight.

Blair knew full well that she was weak. Weak to be around him, to know that he felt possibly what she was feeling; the feeling she has subsided, deep within her. Denial.

She hadn't kiss him like that because she knew if she did, that would be it. She would have been too weak to stop what she wanted to feel.

The rare feelings that shook her made her want to scream; run at least, but for some reason, she wanted to run in the wrong direction. To him.

Throwing the covers off her sweating body, she clambered in the dark to gain her bearings, picking up his jacket from her vanity because she had forgotten to return it. That was the reason she sought him out now, not because she needed to feel his warmth surrounding her...

xoxo

Chuck heard noises coming from the direction of Blair's quarter and it took a fair amount of self-restraint and compromise to keep him in his bed.

He couldn't. Pushing the thought from his mind, he turned onto his side, one hand slipping comfortably under his pillow; he closed his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.

xoxo

Cautiously, she opened his door and silently thanking the silence it opened in, she slipped into his blackened room.

She plodded to the end of his bed like some sort of stalker and placed his jacket on the closest chair.

His back was to her and the evenness of his breathing indicated he was asleep so she took a moment to just stand what him. She had never felt more infuriated and liberated by a man all at the same time in all her life but, that was until now, until she was standing creepily in the dark wanting so much more than she dared.

xoxo

The moment the door opened he heard her. He didn't see her but he felt her and he continued still and waited.

Truthfully, excitement, anticipation leapt through his stomach as he waited, facing away from her. He knew that if she didn't make a move soon, he didn't know if he would be capable of stopping himself from saying her name.

xoxo

Her feet made her journey, her mind sceptical and her heart willing. Softly, quietly and slowly not to disturb him, she peeled back the duvet of the bed and slipped under the cooled fabric, almost immediately, her body filled with the warmth of him next to her.

She didn't know what she was doing but it was happening. Turning so her back was to his, she tucked her legs under her bottom so she was in the foetal position and the covers were now pulled up to her chin.

The bed shifted under him but he didn't react straight away. Giving her time to settle, Chuck eventually began to turn towards her. Not saying a word, he was now facing her back and with one reluctant but needing tug, his hand slipped over her silk covered mid-section until he was pulling her back into him, against his chest.

The perfect fit.

Blair couldn't resist even if she wanted to. She allowed his hands guide her into his chest until both his hands were now wrapped around her middle and her hands now resting over his, just as his head was now resting on her shoulder; the pillow that they shared.

He kissed her neck and shoulder so tenderly she wanted to melt under his touch. She pulled him tight.

Her legs thread through his hairy ones until they were so close, almost one. He didn't say a word but relished in the feel of her cold feet brushing against his to retain heat.

Chuck Bass was a snuggler, who knew.


A/N: So….worth the wait? I'm not sure! I wanted to give you some fluff and comfort in this chapter but I have to warn you that the angst is on its way and in order to get a happy ending, that is needed.

Hope you can all let me know how this was because it has been such a long time since I've written and I think I lost a bit of my mojo! Please let me know what you thought as ever, thank you :)