This is a belated birthday one shot for my dear Twitter friend Sabi! She asked for a take on Blair and Dan's conversation in 5x10. Blair is making a list of pros and cons between Chuck and Louis. In reference to Chuck she says "Pros, he truly has become a good man." Dan says "Cons, he's slept with every woman in New York. It could get a little awkward at dinner parties." and Blair responds, "Sometimes fun don't judge." Obviously this takes place the summer between season 2 and 3 when Chuck and Blair were happy and newly dating. Hope you all enjoy it. Sabi happy birthday! I own nothing.
"I haven't forgotten, Mother, I will."
Chuck watched as his girlfriend of two months, on the phone, paced back and forth in front of him where he was laid out on the chaise in her living room texting Nate.
"I was thinking of wearing my new Dior." He watched her as she listened intently to whatever her mother was saying. "But I've been waiting for an occasion to wear it and this would be perfect." Her brow furrowed as she nodded even though her mother was clearly unable to see it. "Okay, the black Armani then. Is there anything else?" She finally stopped pacing. She stood still with her back to him. "See you on Sunday. Bye."
As Blair hit end on her phone she spun around to look at her boyfriend. She took a deep breath. "Typical of my mother; she isn't arriving now till Sunday which means she wants me to attend the Morris' dinner party tonight in her place." She plopped down next to him forcing him to slide a bit to his right to make room for her. "You'll be my plus one right?" She glanced at him hopefully.
Chuck sighed. He couldn't go to the Morris'. He had once been caught in a very uncompromising position in their butler's pantry with-
"Chuck," his girlfriend interrupted his recall of a very uncomfortable situation, "you can wear the new McQueen suit you bought last week. That dark navy will look so dashing on you."
He sat up a bit straighter as his hand reached out to rest on her knee. He squeezed it gently. "I don't think I can go with you to the Morris'." He raised his eyebrows at her.
Blair scoffed wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Don't tell me…you slept with Gretchen, didn't you?"
Gretchen was Katherine and Mike Morris' eighteen year old daughter. She had just graduated from Chapin and was headed to Princeton in the fall.
Chuck winced and shrugged, "Well, it's complicated I…um…"
Blair rolled her eyes sighing and held up her hand to stop him. "I don't wanna know." Suddenly she got a very devious look on her face, the kind of look that usually meant plotting and scheming. She turned sideways facing Chuck. She rested her hand against his chest. "You have to come with me. We can rub it in that Little Miss Goody Two-shoes face that we're together." Gretchen had beat Blair in a spelling bee in fifth grade and Blair had disliked her ever since.
She leaned forward so her lips were a hairsbreadth away from his. She ran her finger up along the buttons of his dress shirt until she came to the last buttoned one and slowly slipped it free. She then trailed her hand back down and to the buckle of his belt. "We could spend the night touching and kissing each other." Her hand pulled the end of the handmade Italian leather from the silver buckle. "Show Miss Morris what she'll never, ever have again. Ever."
Her lips connected with his and before Chuck could protest in any way she had his pants undone and her hand inside his boxers caressing him. He was instantly hard. He decided dinner at the Morris' didn't sound so bad after all. As a matter of fact it sounded down right delightful.
Blair fidgeted with the skirt of her Dior dress as the elevator made its way up to the fifteenth floor of the Morris' apartment building. Chuck reached out taking her hand in his so she would stop critiquing her appearance. He squeezed it gently staring at her. "You look beautiful."
She gave him a soft smile. "Thank you."
Earlier while they were dressing he had watched her eye a gorgeous blood red Dior dress several times. When she had slid the black Armani on, per her mother's instructions, she had sighed wistfully. Turning her back to Chuck and flipping her curls to the front she had said, "Zip."
Chuck smirking had very slowly peeled the dress from her shoulders placing a kiss to the nape of her neck.
Blair sighed again. "Chuck, we don't have time for another round. We'll be late."
He then pulled the dress completely down her body and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Go put the Dior on," he whispered against her ear before placing a kiss behind it. "Red is more your color."
"But my mother…" she started to protest.
"Isn't here." He kissed her bare shoulder. "Hurry or we'll be late."
Pure joy crossed her features as she stepped out of the boring black Armani and out of his embrace and rushed to the closet to slip on the dress that she had truly wanted to wear.
Now as they stood side by side in the elevator they made quite an impressive pair. Him in his dark navy, double breasted McQueen suit and her in the blood red Dior. They looked like they had stepped directly out of the pages of Vogue.
The doors opened and they walked to the end of the hallway where the door stood ajar and a housekeeper was waiting just inside to greet them. Chuck nodded once politely to the woman as Blair slipped her arm through his and they entered the marble foyer and headed in the direction of the formal living room as directed.
They entered the spacious room where about twenty or so people were milling around in small groups chatting, sipping cocktails and eating appetizers. In the corner was a piano where a man was softly playing some classical piece or another.
Blair, scanning the room quickly, spied their hostess near the bar on the other side of the room. She released her hold on Chuck's arm. "There is Mrs. Morris. We should go say hello."
She led the way across the carpeted center of the room. They were stopped a couple of times by various acquaintances of her mother's or Lily's. Finally they had reached the opposite side and Katherine Morris who was speaking to a man Blair didn't know. Blair felt Chuck's hand settle onto the small of her back.
"Mrs. Morris," Blair touched Katherine's arm lightly.
Katherine Morris turned to face Blair and her face lit up. "Blair, darling, where is your mother?" She kissed both of Blair's cheeks.
"Stuck in Paris. She sends her regrets. I, of course, was only too happy to take her place." She slid her arm around Chuck. "I believe you may know my boyfriend-"
"Charles, how are you?" Katherine clearly needed no introduction. She was eyeing Chuck as if she wanted to consume him.
"Katie," Chuck smirked as he reached out taking her hand and shaking it.
Blair noticed he gave it a small squeeze before releasing it. It suddenly dawned on Blair, as she looked between Mrs. Morris and her boyfriend, that Chuck hadn't slept with Gretchen at all but he had clearly slept with her mother. Her heart began to pound in her ears and she felt her cheeks getting warm.
Her arm, wrapped around his waist, tightened. How dare he let her walk into this party unarmed with this bit of information? She was going to kill him.
Chuck well aware that his girlfriend, being the intelligent woman that she was, had put two and two together decided to diffuse the situation before it became awkward. "We'll let you get back to your guests."
He escorted Blair towards the bar and ordered a scotch for himself and a gin martini for her.
Blair glanced around making sure no one could overhear them. "How could you?" she hissed.
He reached out for his glass which the bartender had just set down and took a sip. "How could I what? I told you I shouldn't escort you tonight but you insisted." He set the glass down and reached out placing both of his hands on either side of her waist gently pulling her closer.
"How was I supposed to know you slept with Katie?" She said her name in a sing song voice.
Chuck leaned forward placing a kiss to her ear. "It was nothing. I love you," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to himself. He kissed her bare neck and his hands slid low on her back till they were practically resting on her ass.
"This is inappropriate behavior for cocktail hour, Chuck." Her anger dissipated almost immediately.
He smirked against her bare skin. "What do you think Katie would do if I picked you up and fucked you on the bar right now? In front of everyone."
They were interrupted by another guest before she could answer his question and Blair slightly breathless pulled back smiling politely as they began a conversation with one of her mother's best clients.
The rest of the cocktail hour was spent with Chuck being overtly sexual with her; soft kisses, whispered innuendos, bold touches all the while Katherine was soaking it all in and seething.
By the time dinner was announced Blair was enjoying the attention of her boyfriend and the fact that they were making Mrs. Morris jealous not to mention feeling slightly turned on. It was an incredible rush to know she had something someone else so desperately wanted.
Everyone entered the dining room and searched for their place cards. Blair noticed that she and Chuck had been added. She also realized that their hostess had placed Chuck right next to herself and Blair at the opposite end.
When Gracie Putman noticed she was to the right of Chuck she motioned for Blair. "Young people in love should sit next to one another." The seventy year old socialite squeezed Blair's arm gently as she moved to Blair's seat at the opposite end.
Blair had a sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Putnam was very aware of the dynamics of the room and was thoroughly enjoying the drama.
Chuck held Blair's chair out for her and gently pushed her in. He leaned over placing a kiss to her cheek trailing his fingers along the nape of her neck before sitting down himself.
He blatantly ignored Katherine letting Logan Mitchell, who was sitting directly opposite him, help her with her chair.
Halfway through dinner Chuck felt Katherine's hand on his knee. He glanced up from his Cornish game hen and gave her a narrowed look. He leaned in slightly towards her as he reached for his wineglass.
"Excuse me, but could you please remove your hand from my knee?" He took a sip from his glass.
"I was just thinking about our little tete-a-tete the last time you stopped by." She raised her eyebrows suggestively at him giving his knee a squeeze before placing her hand back into her own lap.
Chuck forced a smile and then turned to Blair who was in conversation with the man sitting on her opposite side. He didn't know the gentleman but they seemed to be having a rousing debate about Paris versus Dubai.
He rested his arm onto the back of her chair leaning into her. Blair turned her head smiling at him.
Chuck leaned in even closer, "Excuse yourself and meet me in the kitchen," he whispered against her ear.
She stared at him for a second with a wrinkled brow. Chuck nodded once and removed his arm from her chair returning his attention to his meal.
Another minute or two passed before Blair, removing her napkin from her lap and setting it next to her barely touched dinner, turned to the gentleman to her right and excused herself. Then standing up she glanced down at Chuck who smiled at her as she turned and exited the dining room.
Chuck waited till the dinner dishes were cleared before he stood up and excused himself from the table as well. He missed the look that passed between Katherine and her husband who was seated at the opposite end of the table.
Chuck entered the bustling kitchen to find his girlfriend perusing the dessert tray.
"Is this pistachio?" she inquired about a pale green macaron that she had lifted from the artfully displayed platter.
The chef inclined his head. "Yes, madame."
Blair bit into it closing her eyes as she chewed slowly. "That is heaven," she moaned.
Chuck slid his arms around her waist from behind. "I'm about to show you true heaven," he whispered against her neck placing a kiss against the ivory skin.
Blair swallowed and turned in his arms. She held the macaron up. "This will be hard to beat."
Chuck leaned forward and grabbed the rest of the cookie with his teeth pulling it into his mouth chewing it slowly. He licked his lips and swallowed. "Challenge accepted, Waldorf."
Without another word he pulled her down a small hallway and into the butler's pantry. The door swung shut behind them. Chuck's mouth instantly devoured Blair's. He could taste the sweetness of the meringue on her tongue. He continued to push her backwards until her back was pushed up against the William Morris pomegranate patterned wallpaper.
Suddenly Blair gave him a slight shove separating from his lips. "Are you about to ravish me in the same place you fucked Katherine Morris?"
He smirked down at her. "Yes. Does that turn you on?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "You have no idea."
His hand was suddenly under the skirt of her dress and between her thighs. Her panties were damp. "Actually I have a pretty good idea." He went back to kissing her deeper and more passionately.
Within minutes he had her hoisted up onto the marble counter. He pulled her panties from her as she reached for the buckle of his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. As she pushed his pants and boxers down, he pushed the skirt of her dress up around her waist.
Cupping her bottom he pulled her to the edge of the marble and entered her completely in one hard thrust.
Blair cried out. She was beyond aroused and nearly came the second he entered her.
Chuck held himself buried deep inside her giving her time to come down a bit before he began to slowly pull out before pushing completely back in. Slowly he began to build her excitement up again. He trailed kisses along her cheek and to her ear.
"Everyone knows what we're doing in here. They all know I'm fucking you senseless," he breathed against her ear.
"Oh God," she panted as she entwined her fingers into the hair at the back of his head.
"And you love it. Don't you?" He bit down hard on her earlobe. "You love the fact that Katherine Morris is sitting out there wishing she were you. Wishing she was the one I was fucking."
"Yes," she gasped, "I shouldn't but I do."
His mouth returned to hers as he picked up the pace unable to restrain himself any longer.
Two minutes later they were both spent and as Blair wrapped her arms tightly around her boyfriend devouring his mouth their hostess entered the kitchen. She asked after her missing guests and was directed to the butler's pantry. She slowly pushed the door to and saw her ex-lover and his girlfriend entwined in each other's arms.
She stood there for a second before turning on her heel letting the door swing shut behind her. Chuck and Blair were completely oblivious.
Shortly after they pulled themselves together and Chuck made their apologies explaining that Blair had come down with a horrible headache and he needed to take her home at once.
That night as Blair started to drift off to sleep, after another round of sex, she realized running into her boyfriend's exes could be fun. She also realized that no one else would understand that except for Chuck. This was just another reason, in a long list of reasons, why they were perfect for each other. No one understood her and her deepest desires like Chuck Bass. It was going to be a fun summer.
