Darkness embraces them, shadows surreptitiously dancing in their midst. Blair feels Patrick's warmth as he escorts her from the bar and to the nearby resort where she has created her haven with Georgina. He speaks casually with her as they walk, asking about her travels and discussing his own as well. He is polite, for which Blair is grateful, and it revives a newfound strength within her. She is inspired; Georgina is not the only woman who can play this game. Driven further by her anger toward Serena – rejoicing at her departure? – she becomes eager to discover the 'new' Blair Waldorf and explore her independence. She needs a release.
The moments blur together as they reach the resort – she fumbles with her keys before bringing him into the suite she shares with the devil in a blue dress. She pauses, smiling faintly at him. "I did not bring any swimming trunks with me," she purrs quietly, "you'll have to make do." His eyes are locked with hers and for a moment, she feels her skin growing warm.
"I think I can handle it," he murmurs in a tone far deeper than his previous speaking voice.
She is unsure if he responds because she does not shudder away from his touch, or because of the inviting gleam in her eyes – but she does not question it. He is pressing her into his arms, dragging his teeth gently along her neck, before she realizes what is happening. A soft moan is uttered, her mind fading from the present. For a fleeting second she sees Chuck; feels him inside of her. Then he is forgotten, cast aside, disowned.
Her dress is on the floor, heels remaining on her feet as Patrick lifts her body from the ground. She had worn no undergarments beneath her outfit – at Georgina's demand – and this seems to please him well. His weathered hands hold her body against the living room wall as he fumbles slightly himself – not with keys but with a condom. Carelessly, however, she pulls it from his hands and drops it to the ground; glaring into his eyes. "I want to feel you," she hisses, suddenly so bold, so new. His eyes flicker with delight as he pauses before nodding. He cannot argue with this notion. Without waiting for further encouragement he lets his pants fall to the ground, erection already protruding from his boxers.
With one swift, passionate thrust he fills her. Her body tenses slightly – her un-tainted body so tight against his – as she settles to the feeling of having him within her. Though she had lost her virginity only months prior she still digs her nails into his flesh as he drills himself deep within her core. Her body has not been used roughly and he moans at the friction she creates. As she permits her mind to wander, Blair forgets everything but the rocking motion of their hips – ignoring the cold wall at her back and the grip he has on her thigh and hip. The small of her back pounds the wall with each swift shift of his own hips and she finds herself moaning in soft, yet guttural tones as his right hand leaves her hip, straying to fall between their union.
Rough fingertips suddenly become so airy, delicately tracing along her swollen pleasure as he focuses upon it. She can feel her heart pounding again, soaring freely as he continues to give her all of what he has to offer. His lips find her right breast and she gasps as he sucks upon it, scarring her with a bruise that – within her mind – will never fade. He imprints her again and again with his lust, fingers never ceasing their gesture upon her. Only when she trembles viciously and cries out does he finally let go; she goes numb, limp – content in his arms.
Sinking to the floor together, she kisses him. But a moment passes before she stares into his eyes, smirking slightly.
"You still owe me a night swim," she murmurs against his ear; nibbling it slightly.
- two hours later -
Soaking wet – in more ways than one – and overpowered with her ability to feel so free, Blair stumbles through the door to her suite with Patrick in tow. They nearly trip on the entangled bodies of Georgina and Adrian, passionately savoring the night on the living room floor – and Blair has a new hunger. Ignoring Patrick's comment of it being 'awkward' she strips him of his towel and leads him to the couch, dropping to her knees before him as he sits upon it. Lips part, tongue taking action as she drives him to madness before he insists he cannot wait any longer for her. She straddles him, riding him vigorously until he finishes; she is content.
Their night carries on with such antics – sometimes disappearing to Blair's room before returning to the living area, which is now empty. By the time six in the morning dawns upon the resort, Blair is sore, exhausted and intoxicated with her newfound majesty.
Living in the moment has suddenly become so appealing.
- five hours later -
Just after eleven in the morning, Blair awakes. She shifts slightly, aware of the dull ache between her legs. She reaches beside her and finds an empty spot on the bed where Patrick had been before she had fallen asleep. Shame suddenly replaces the high she had once embraced; feeling like a dirty, used whore. Even the note on the pillow (Darling Blair, you gave me a night to remember. Call me tonight, my darling; I will eagerly await a call from you. –P) gives her no comfort. She begins to sob, shaking her head. "I am not Georgina Sparks," she sobs into her palms. "This is not who I am. I – I love you Chuck Bass. I am so sorry…"
Long into the hour do her sobs resonate through the suite; reaching the ears of the already-awake and showered Georgina.
But she does not go to her aid.
She is satisfied; her eyes have witnessed the falling of Blair Waldorf.
And she now bears picture and video proof of this fact.
