Fashionable Changes

Rated M! Missing scene taking place in 1x10 after the You're A Wolf makeout scene, just before Nate's fitting.

She swore she wouldn't stay. It was supposed to be a quick fix. That's why she had thrown on jeans and a cable knit sweater. Proof of her commitment. Now she was going to have to go into Saks like this. If she could just get out of this limo…

"Chuck," she gasped under his kisses, "I'm already late."

Blair pushed his arm down, forcing him to release his hand from where it had sneaked its way under her bra. She watched him huff a little as he sat back in the seat, petulant at her rejection.

"You had me all night." She reminded him. Taking a long drink of her cappuccino, she watched a self-satisfied smirk tilt on his lips. Then the taste of her cappuccino hit her tongue.

It was all Blair could do not to spit it out before she yelled at him. "Ugh, you got me decaf!"

Chuck crossed his arms, still smiling that cool smirk. "I enjoy watching you get wound up. Makes unwinding you even more fun."

He leaned back into her to catch her mouth. But she was late. And annoyed. And like hell she was going to reward him with a kiss. Pushing up with her fingers, the lid of her coffee cup fell free. A turn of her wrist as he drew close to her face dumped the warm coffee in his lap.

Blair was out of the limo in a second, smiling happily to herself while the door swung shut on the sound of him yelping her name. Who was wound up now?

She walked through Saks with her head held high, knowing that her outfit might be casual, but that nothing rivaled sex glow. She pushed the button to call an elevator, flicking her eyes over a gaggle of tourists. Ew. She wedged herself in a corner towards the front to keep away from them in the elevator.

Once free, she rushed to the salon where Nate was waiting. Throwing the door open she heard him, "…She likes to have final approval."

"Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry! My cappuccino was decaf, and I couldn't find my phone. Took forever to…get a cab." She rushed across the room and perched in the window seat.

"But you live up the street?" Nate glanced over at her from the podium he was handsomely displayed on.

"I wasn't home."

"Oh." He returned to tugging at the tux.

Blair's phone rang with a new text message: R U With Him Rt Now?

"Well, everything's taken care of." Nate watched himself in the mirror as Blair tapped out a reply. Nate continued on, "I'll pick you up at five in the car."

Blair didn't see him smile. She had just hit send: Try to sound less jealous?

Still, Nate droned on, "I got that Laurent-Perrier you like."

Her phone rang with Chuck's quick reply: Bt Im Under U Rt Now.

He'd followed her into Saks? Blair grinned.

Nate had kept talking, "I also thought we'd stop by The Modern afterwards for dessert. Cause that's your favorite."

Blair typed back another reply: But sadly not *in* me

She finished his thought for him.

"Blair."

"Oh!" Blair finally looked up from her phone. Nate stepped over to her and Blair hopped down from her window seat. "We don't have to go anywhere afterwards, it's fine."

Then her little orange phone dropped to the ground. In her tall heels, Nate was much quicker to pick it up. To Blair's horror, it rang with a new text message. She quickly grabbed the phone back.

"Who's texting you so much?" Nate had his adorable confused look on his face.

"Serena." Blair stared straight as him as she lied. "Uh, I've got to go back to my house. My mom was supposed to throw this tea for Serena's grandmother, and she had to jet to Paris at the last minute, so it's all on me!" She headed for the door.

Nate moved with her, "Okay. Hey, uh, I'll stop by and help you out."

Blair turned and gave him a sweet smile, "No, it's alright, I've got it. Thanks." She moved back towards the door.

"Who are you and what did you do with Blair Waldorf?" Nate was flabbergasted.

Blair turned back to him one last time, letting her eyes drift over him before speaking. "Not bad, Archibald. I almost forgot how handsome you are."

Leaving the room, Blair focused on not walking too quickly back to the elevators. She had glimpsed Chuck's text: Bt I Cld Be Cum Find Me

At the end of the hallway, she didn't head for the elevators. She walked into the men's department, to see Chuck at the other end, tossing some money on the counter to pay for a new pair of pants.

Blair walked past him, heading to the changing rooms, catching him telling the clerk he'd be putting them on now. Like her cappuccino stain all over his pants didn't explain his purchase.

She leaned against the wall of the changing room furthest from the entrance. Chuck was pulling off his dark tweed overcoat as he tromped down the hallway. Without looking at her, he took her arm and hauled her in the room with him as he threw his coat on the floor and locked the door. He was toeing off his shoes and Blair dropped her purse and tugged her tall heels off.

The most precarious items of clothing gone, Chuck finally grabbed her waist, kissing her as he pinned her to the wall. She held tight to the fabric of his shirt, drinking in the onslaught of his emotion. It was beautiful feeling him, the way he was so focused on her when they were together. He tugged her jeans open and pushed them down with her panties with one easy motion, letting his hands slide over her skin. Letting his touch drifted over her hips, he pulled away to stare into her eyes, pausing their frantic drive so he could whisper, "You feel amazing."

She diminished his comment by pulling open his ruined trousers, "I'll feel even more amazing with you inside me."

Chuck gave her a smirk before kissing her again, his hands not returning to her, but fishing a condom out before shoving his pants the rest of the way down. He pulled away to prepare himself and told her to turn around.

Blair simply stared at him, unmoving, as he rolled the condom on. He looked back up at her, waiting, before he explained himself. With a smirk, he tilted his head towards the full length mirror on the wall. "Then we can both watch."

She smiled at her reflection, turning over for him. It was deliciously dirty what she saw in the mirror. From the waist up they were still entirely dressed. Blair had even left her little green jacket on. But from the waist down? Nothing but naked skin. She watched as he spread her legs a little further, then guided himself to her, feeling the anticipation welled up inside.

Her eyes flicked up to see his face and a thread of fear shot through her excitement. The expression he held as he came to her, it was too soft, too tender, to be on the face of Chuck Bass, manwhore extraordinaire. Her breath caught in her throat as the smallest thought that possibly-

Hard. Thick. Without teasing, he found his goal and shoved in quickly, deeply, his presence rocking into her mind and forcing everything away. The idea of softness, of tender feelings, was burned away in the lustful, possessive thrusting of his hips. The sensation of his invasion had immediately caused her to close her eyes, but after the first several intense thrusts, Blair thought to open them, gazing into the mirror.

Without her towering heels, he was quite comfortably taller than her, his body arcing over her, where she braced against the wall. His hands held her hips and she enjoyed seeing how her back curved and her ass popped out. It was sexy; she was sexy. But then the dark, intense look on Chuck's face as he drove into her, pounding, relentless, was sexy, too. And hadn't Blair caused that?

The location mandated a quiet coupling, there was no need for it to be spoken. Blair took this to mean the only orgasm would be his and didn't particular care. She just wanted to feel him and watch him lose himself to her. And yet, one of Chuck's hand lowered from her hip, his fingertips reaching down to brush against her clit.

She gasped, "Chuck."

His eyes, hazel and wicked, met hers in the mirror. "Come, Blair. Or can you not orgasm without crying out?" He whispered.

Blair glared back at him in the mirror. She hated it when he tried to treat her like a virgin, even after weeks of sex, with him, of all people. And he knew it, as he shifted his hips behind her, ensuring every slide of him inside her would hit each sweet spot inside as he played with her other sweet spot on the outside.

So she buried her face in her arms, grateful that her sleeves muffled the few rare sounds she couldn't keep in. Blair felt the fuzzy sensation of her orgasm building in her mind. Stubborn, refusing to let Chuck win, she lifted her head out of her arms enough to look at him in the mirror. He was gazing down at her. At him and her together. She felt the tightness fracture, saw her hips jerk hard against him in the mirror.

Her eyes caught him in the mirror. She saw his delightfully self-satisfied smirk. But then she saw his eyes. She couldn't describe what was in them. Just seeing those pools of black and gold addled her brain further as her orgasm finally drowned her in pleasure, her eyes rolling shut.

In the next few moments she was even more confused. Instead of descending her blissful state to the sensation of Chuck still in hot pursuit of his own pleasure, she felt the uneven stuttering of his body against hers as he finished.

He had always arrogantly drawn their trysts out as long as he liked. But today he came right after her. That odd thought rolled lazily around in her empty head as he slumped against her, pushing her more against the cool wall. His breath panted softly in her ear, they stayed like this for a long moment. Blair watching him in the mirror and Chuck refusing to lift his eyes to her.

Then he relinquished her, turning away from her and the mirror. He disposed of the condom with a flourish, throwing into the tiny trashcan meant for stick pins and tissue paper. They dressed quietly, Chuck putting on his new pants as Blair wiggled back into her jeans. She looked at the heels she had worn, sighing as she sat down on an overstuffed footstool. She was still a bit too hazy to deal with reworking the buckles to get them back on.

And that's when Chuck knelt before her, gently holding her ankle, slipping the shoe on before turning his attention to working the strap into the buckle. Blair was mystified as she watched him. The Basstard was confusing her. And she didn't like it one bit.

His task complete, he stood and shrugged on his coat. Blair still sat and he looked down at her smirking once more. "Can you walk? Or do you need me to carry you through Saks?"

She would never allow him to carry her like that! Blair crinkled her face in disgust, "Ugh, gross."

Chuck unlocked the door and let it swing open. "Then after you, my Queen."

She stepped past him, and he dropped a little kiss on her cheek before whispering, "Thanks for the quickie, Waldorf."

Flipping her curls over her shoulder, Blair felt much better about everything. A quickie. Of course. Now to get home and prepare for Cece's tea.

AN: Thanks to Mary ( MaryScarlett2u) for tracking down my typos!

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