This is set about a week post finale of season two. Hope you all enjoy it. Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, PMs, follows and outpouring of support for my work. Hoping to finish up a one shot I've been working on and start my update to "Global Ecstasy" in the next week. I promise its coming. As always I own nothing.
Chuck Bass glanced at his watch for what felt like the tenth time. It was only a quarter past midnight. Sighing he picked up what was probably his fifth glass of single malt in the last hour. His head was swimming a bit. He swallowed and scanned the room from his comfortable seated position on the couch.
Nate was laughing with some of their friends across the way. Since graduation he seemed freer and lighter, different. He had put together this mini lost weekend as a last hurrah before he headed off to backpack around Europe and Chuck disappeared with Blair for the summer.
Blair. If Chuck were being honest that was the cause of his less than enthusiastic participation in tonight's festivities. She was all he could think of. They had spent the past week barely leaving his suite except for occasional meals out and he felt like he was suffering from some type of withdrawal now. He'd only been separated from her for about six and a half hours. She had kissed him goodbye before she left to meet Serena for dinner warning him to behave before the elevator doors had closed and she had disappeared from sight.
Little did she know that she had absolutely nothing to worry about. In spite of being with his best friends, being fed by a Michelin starred chef, drinking high quality alcohol and being surrounded by some of the sexiest women in Manhattan, Chuck was feeling less than keen.
His earlier euphoric anticipation of the night had waned quickly. It started when he was approached by two of the most beautiful auburn haired twins he had ever laid eyes on. They had sat on either side of him immediately placing their hands on him. These girls weren't stupid. They knew who the richest man in the room was and they weren't wasting any time.
Chuck, new to the whole relationship thing, had told himself earlier that what Blair didn't know wouldn't hurt her. He was an eighteen year old billionaire and he could hardly be expected to abstain from such exquisite temptation. Sex was sex and what he had with Blair was something completely separate.
At least that is what he had told himself but unfortunately something was stopping him. He had removed the twin's hands from his lapels and their legs from between his thighs before standing up and excusing himself politely.
They had looked appalled at being rejected but they weren't the only ones to be denied the charms of Chuck Bass. Their failed attempts at seduction had been followed up by equal efforts from a blonde with more than a bodacious bust, a gorgeous dark haired beauty with skin the color of cocoa and a brunette that he didn't even glance twice at. It wasn't until a stunning Japanese girl approached him that he realized something was wrong. No one appreciated a woman from the Far East more than Chuck Bass and yet he had zero interest in her.
That was an hour ago and he had been sitting alone ever since nursing his drink. Apparently the girls at the party had realized that he was less than receptive and decided to cast their charms on more willing, if less lucrative, prospects.
He had gotten a text from Blair about a half hour ago. It had said:
"Hope you're having fun. I'm home. In bed already. Night was a bust. See you tomorrow. xoxo"
So for the past thirty minutes all he could think about was Blair, alone in her bed. He drained his drink, shoved the glass onto the coffee table before standing up and buttoning his jacket. He ran a hand through his hair as he crossed to where Nate was playing pool.
He rested his hand on his best friend's shoulder leaning in close and whispering, "I'm going to head out. Something just came up."
Nate looked suspiciously at Chuck. He had a strong feeling that the something was Blair. She always did have a strong hold on him. He shook Chuck's hand. He knew better than to try and dissuade him. "I'll talk to you later."
Chuck gave him a nod before turning to leave. He sent a text to Arthur to bring the car around before entering the elevator. He noticed yet another woman eyeing him and was relieved when the doors closed and he was on his way down to the lobby.
Fifteen minutes later and he was entering the Waldorf penthouse. It was dark and completely quiet. He knew Dorota would be home and Blair was probably well asleep. He took the stairs two at a time. He had felt a bit of anger or resentment or something welling up inside him as he made the drive over to her.
He started down the dark hallway to her closed door. He stopped outside of it and took a deep breath before turning the knob slowly.
He crossed the threshold shutting the door behind him. The curtains were open and the light from the window allowed him to see her lying in her bed presumably asleep. He kicked off his shoes before starting across the plush carpet. He removed his jacket tossing it on top of the trunk at the foot of her bed. He did the same with his tie unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt.
He stared down at her for a minute before placing a knee onto the mattress. She looked beautiful. Her skin was free of makeup and her hair was splayed across her pillow. He instantly felt his dick harden. All night not a single groping woman could arouse him but one glance at her and he was hard as a rock. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Blair must have felt the shift in the mattress. She reached up removing her eye mask and stared up at Chuck. She looked completely confused and for good reason. They had decided that they would stay at their own places tonight and meet up in the morning or afternoon depending on how they felt.
"Chuck? What are you doing here?" She pushed herself up onto her elbows.
Chuck was poised with one knee still on the mattress. He continued unbuttoning his shirt as he silently stared down at her.
She tossed her eye mask onto the bedside table and turned on the lamp before sitting up. She could tell by his movements that he had had a bit to drink. "I thought you were staying at home tonight. Didn't you have fun?"
He had finally gotten his shirt off and he threw it to the floor. He then brought his other leg up onto the bed and bending onto all fours leaned over to her. "I was trying to have a good time but you wouldn't let me."
She leaned back from him a bit resting fully against the headboard. "What are you talking about?" she scoffed, "I was perfectly okay with you going tonight."
He leaned in even closer. "I'm talking about you being in my head." He stared intently into her eyes. Their lips were nearly touching and Blair's breath caught. He knew she expected him to kiss her.
He sneered as he abruptly sat back on his knees. "Do you have any idea how many women I could've fucked tonight?"
"Excuse me?" Blair crossed her arms as her eyebrows rose. "Are you trying to be insulting right now?"
He continued as if she hadn't said a word. "There was this blonde with tits like you wouldn't believe and I flat out turned her away. Every single one of them would've killed to be where you are right now." He reached out to tug the silk strap of her nightgown down and off her shoulder.
She slapped his hand away. "I suggest you go find one of them because I'm not interested. You're drunk and you're being extremely inconsiderate at the moment." She leaned over and turned off the light. "Good night, Chuck." She laid down turning her back on him.
He stared at her in the dark for a minute before he slid down next to her putting and arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. He felt her stiffen and try to pull away but he tightened his grip. He placed his face into the crook of her neck inhaling the scent that was completely hers. He turned his head slightly burying his nose in her curls.
He placed his lips against her ear and whispered. "You've ruined me, Waldorf. I've never been faithful to anyone or anything in my life. I'm completely ruined." His breathed hitched as he placed a kiss to her temple.
He felt her soften in his arms and then her fingers run along his clasped hands at her waist. He peppered soft kisses along her cheek to her neck and shoulder.
He cupped her chin turning her face towards his so he could capture her lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as she moaned softly. She rolled onto her back and he pulled the covers from her body as he settled himself between her thighs.
Suddenly he was desperate to have her and he frantically pulled at her panties shoving her nightgown up to her waist. He needed her in a way he had never needed anyone else. There was nowhere else he wanted to be.
Hours later he woke, Blair naked still wrapped in his arms, the smell of sex strong in the room. He kissed the top of her head as he ran his hands along her bare spine. He felt completely content. It was in that moment that he realized he would never be the same man that he was before. She had changed him and he didn't care. Monogamy he decided was something he could definitely get used to.
Blair sighed, clearly dreaming, and he tightened his hold on her before closing his eyes and drifting back off to sleep.
Chuck Bass was clearly a one woman man.