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Seventeen Candles
"I'm not in the mood Chuck. This is pretty much the worst birthday ever," Blair huffed out as she sat up on the bed and rolled her eyes dramatically. Well maybe it wasn't the worst thing that could've happened, by other people's standards at least. But to her, Blair Cornelia Waldorf, especially on the day of her seventeenth birthday, it was the absolute worst, tragic disaster that could have happened.
"Maybe it could be salvaged," Chuck reasoned as he waltzed into the room and revealed a black box he held hidden behind his back. Blair glanced over suspiciously as she sighed in exhaustion at the emotional drain she had just experience that evening. And dealing with Chuck was sure to be even more draining, especially after the events of the previous night.
"What is that? Our sex tape?"Blair bit out sarcastically as she watched in curiosity as Chuck began to open the box.
Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth hung open in shock as she realized what the contents of said box were. "Its the Erickson Beamon necklace," she said quietly as she stared down in fascination at the exquisite jewelry before her. "No I couldn't," Blair stated as she shook her head, watching Chuck retrieve the necklace from it's place inside the box as he began to move toward her to place it around her neck.
"Yes you can," Chuck assured her as he gently placed the necklace around her exposed neck. They both stared into the mirror, watching their reflections as Chuck touched the necklace gently and stared into her eyes through the mirror. Blair held her breath at the soft contact of his fingers against her bare flesh and felt the same tingly sensation she had felt the night before when he had claimed her virginity.
"Something this beautiful deserves to be seen on someone worthy of its beauty," Chuck whispered quietly as he continued to stare at her through the mirror. Blair began to touch the pendants that laid against her neck and looked at him as well. "I really am sorry," Chuck whispered as he turned to stare at her directly, his gaze landing on her small fingers curled against one of the pendants.
He brought his hand up to her own and covered her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined, lingering and touching as the quietness of the room and gentleness of the caress enveloped them. He kissed her shoulder then, because he needed to touch her in a more intimate way than just their hands touching, but he didn't dare push further. She leaned her forehead against his head as she felt his lips against her shoulder, because she needed to touch him in a more intimate way than just their hands meeting, and because the feel of his lips, even if through the dress, awakened the tender memory of the night before.
Before logic and reason and better judgment had a chance to intrude into her thoughts, she found herself staring into those dark eyes that had reached into her very soul the night before. And before she could break the spell that those eyes created, she found herself responding to the kiss he gently grazed across her lips.
His lips felt wonderfully familiar, gentle and comforting. She needed this. It shocked her how perfect this felt. It was everything she wanted at that exact moment. She couldn't ask for more.
Blair leaned deeper into the kiss and wrapped her hand around his neck as she dragged him closer still. She leaned back onto the bed, bringing Chuck along with her, never breaking contact with his incredible lips.
She had never felt like this before. So alive. So free. So wanted.
She knew she had vowed to stay away from Chuck. To keep her clothes on and stay away from alcohol. And the worst part about it all was that she wasn't even drunk. At this very moment, a very sober, rational Blair was willing to overlook her promise for another encounter of the sexual nature with the notorious bad boy of the Upper East Side. The man that had claimed her virginity. One of her closest and dearest friends, not that she'd ever admit that to him.
"Mm," she moaned into his mouth, as his tongue licked and danced with her own in a very erotic way.
"You see. I've got you purring again," Chuck whispered into her ear as he began to trace soft kisses, licks and nips against her neck and earlobe.
"Shut up," Blair said hotly, though her voice sounded more hot and bothered than actually annoyed.
"I haven't stopped thinking about last night," Chuck said as he grabbed onto her hair and began to undo the hairstyle she had meticulously styled for the party.
"Chuck..." Blair moaned in response as the feel of his warm breath began to turn her insides into mush. "The door..." Blair warned, her mind clearing for a split second as she swore she heard the door being thumped against. She looked up quickly but found the door shut tight. "Go lock it."
Chuck leaned up on his arms and stared down at her. Smiling smugly he stood and rushed over to the door to lock it. As he turned around and began making his way toward the bed he began to undress, removing his tie and casting it on the floor, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and efficiently and tossing it alongside his tie. When he reached the side of the bed, he undid his belt and pants quickly, stepping out of his clothes and standing before her in nothing but blood red, silk boxers.
Blair smiled up at him as she sat up and turned slightly so that he could reach the zipper of her dress. "We'll take it slow tonight. I'll show you how everything can and should be," Chuck whispered against the nape of her neck as he sat beside her and began to undo her dress. Blair shivered beneath his touch and turned her head slightly to stare over at him.
And he did.
He traced the outline of her spine as he slowly removed the dress from her upper body. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and held the weight of her breasts against his palms. He kneaded her breasts gently, enjoying the feel of Blair writhing beneath his touch, her breathing erratic and her breathy moans erotic. He kissed his way along her shoulders, laid her gently back and removed the dress the rest of the way. He undressed her fully then, exposing every inch of her skin to his hungry eyes.
He ravaged her with his gaze, drinking in the sight of her naked and ready on the bed. She wiggled uncomfortably under his intense gaze and sighed. "Chuck. Hurry up," she scoffed, attempting to cover up her embarrassment with her fierce attitude.
Chuck chuckled lightly as he stripped out of his boxers and joined her on the bed. "You're so beautiful you know that? Wearing nothing but my necklace," he murmured as he leaned into the crook of her neck and began to suckle on her skin. She sighed in contentment, running her hands through his hair and down his shoulders and back, gripping at his skin as she moved anxiously beneath him.
Everything he was doing to her felt incredible. She was hot and wet and ready for him. She even surprised herself by how quick she was responding to him. A man she hadn't looked at in that way ever... at least not before last night. Now she craved his every touch, waited on bated breath for his next caress.
And when he slid his hand down her body and laid it comfortably against her stomach, she trembled beneath his touch as his warm palm was reaching ever so closely to her most intimate of places.
"Hmm..." Blair moaned beneath his hands, her hips thrusting upward, trying to find release. And he gave it to her then, because he was just as desperate as she was. Because he had been dreaming of reliving this since the moment he'd dropped her off at her home last night. Reaching down between her legs, Chuck stroked his fingers against her slick folds and almost lost it when he felt how wet and ready she was for him. He could almost feel her wrapped tightly around him, moving with such wicked abandon, seducing him so expertly.
"I want to make you feel good. I want to love your body the way you deserve," Chuck whispered as his fingers began to work against her swollen clitoris, rubbing gently and slowly, working her up to a quicker pace. Blair was too lost in the feeling of it all to notice how sweet and gentle he was being with her.
When he felt her hips bucking wilder, he pressed more firmly, rubbed faster, up and down, side to side and in circular motions. He began to dip his fingers inside of her slightly, loving how tight she felt against his finger, imagining just how tight she would feel around his cock.
Sliding over her body, he slipped his hand out from between her slick folds and adjusted himself between her legs. He slipped inside her easily, her wetness allowing his entrance to be quick and painless. She moaned out in pleasure. He groaned out in ecstasy.
Their sex was sweeter that night. It was unhurried, it was less bumpy than in the limo. He touched places of her body he hadn't touched the night before. He kissed those same places that had gone untouched before that night. He moved gently within her, building up the pleasure until it overwhelmed her and left her shaking and out of breath with the intensity of it all.
He stroked her with his fingers, licked her with his tongue. Gave her orgasm after orgasm until she was panting and drained in his arms. And he kissed her softly as he thrust within her quickly then, moving at a heart stopping speed as he spilt into a mind numbing orgasm within her body.
As they laid there spent and half asleep, he wrapped her in his arm and pulled her close, whispering into her crazed hair before submitting to his exhaustion, "Happy Birthday, Blair."
AN: Next up...Blair Waldorf Must Pie!
