A/N: Uhm, yeah, so this chapter is officially "M".
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The eruption of giggles came from behind Serena's bedroom door which had been left ajar by about two inches. The sound of Blair squealing had almost been enough for him to creep down the hall to take a peak at her. He was curious to see what tempting little slip she considered to be sleepwear, but he knew it would make him even more sexually frustrated and forced himself to back away. He padded down the hallway towards the living room to pour himself a drink. When he reached for a glass tumbler and looked at the decanter of scotch, he hesitated. This was his last evening in the van der Woodsen penthouse, and the last thing he needed was any sort of a scene. As soon as he left for work tomorrow morning, he would be off the hook, and free to look forward to the sixty some odd hours he would have alone with Blair.
With a sigh he made his way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Staring at him was the pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice from that morning. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and then filled it to the brim. As he took a gulp, the sound of Serena and Blair whispering to one another had him looking up. They turned the corner and there she stood in a pale blue nightie that was a bit more innocent than he had expected. Her dusty pink headband was still in place with her hair resting on her shoulders and he couldn't help but notice just how flattering the mid-thigh length garment looked on her. A surge of lust kicked in, as he shut the refrigerator door.
"Oh, great," his soon-too-be sister mumbled as the two girls stared at him.
"Actually, Serena, can we have a second?" Blair asked, her tone left no room for an argument.
Her friend pursed her lips and said nothing as he took another sip from his glass. Serena walked up and grabbed the cup from his hands.
"I'll take that," she said before turning around and leaving Blair alone with him.
"Alone at last," Blair said playfully, once she was certain Serena was far out of earshot.
"Did you enjoy embarrassing me at dinner tonight?" He asked as he walked towards her.
"I did," she smiled as she placed her hands on his chest. Her pulse quickened when his arms wrapped around her waist and drew her close to him.
"I'll bet," he murmured, as he nuzzled her ear. "Someone was very naughty and unavailable today. I may have to spank you for ruining the surprise I had planned for you."
The image of her bent over his office desk dressed in her old Constance uniform, while a wood paddle rested in his hands, flashed in her head. She couldn't stop her breath from sounding labored as his hands found their way to playfully smacking her on the ass, all the while trailing kisses against her throat. Forcing the fantasy from her mind, she managed to say in a strangled voice, "It was my way of being creative."
"When did you figure it out?" He asked as his tongue darted out against her skin.
"That you had corrupted, Diana?" She felt him nod against her. "When you bumped into me on Monday, I knew it was no accident. But after Tuesday's ambush, I couldn't let you distract me all week. You only got away with it yesterday because it was before work hours. You were relentless today, and I almost caved. It was a solid effort on your part."
"The surprise today was engineered for your pleasure." His teeth scraped against her jaw and she almost let out a moan. "But now you're being a tease—torturing me with the fact that you're just down the hallway and that I can't have you."
"You can have me tomorrow," she reminded him. Her eyes closed as his hands roamed soothingly up and down her back.
Unable to resist him any longer, she grabbed the lapels of his navy smoking jacket, and kissed him. She whimpered as her tongue danced with his, she had missed this all day. Before he could lift her up and sit her on the kitchen counter, she pulled away. It would take less than a second for her to wrap her legs around his waist, and then it would be too late, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from giving in. "Serena's waiting for me."
He came up from behind, and wrapped his arms around her waist as he buried his head in her neck. "Come to my room when she falls asleep. I need you."
A thrill of excitement shot up her spine, and she wanted nothing more than to curl in bed with him—but, she had a plan. She whispered, "Tomorrow."
The look of disappointment on his face when she turned back to look at him had her wavering again. She could get used to this—his wanting her so desperately. It made her feel powerful and confident, and strangely it made her want to give herself to him, even more.
"I promise, it will be worth the wait," she pled.
He closed his eyes and nodded his head in agreement.
She leaned over and kissed him quickly again. "Good night, Chuck."
"Good night, Blair," he drawled back.
Blair turned around one last time and looked over her shoulder at him while fiddling with a strand of her hair. He was staring at her lustfully and she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she made her way down the hall. Yes, she was certain he would approve of the surprise she had planned for him.
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He didn't know how long he'd been staring off into space, the way her hips had swayed seductively as she turned the hallway corner had him hypnotized. He needed to practice patience and restraint and just get through the next fifteen hours or so.
The sound of a throat clearing startled him, as he turned to find Lily smiling at him from the opposite side of the kitchen. Shit! What had she seen?
"Lily, I didn't see you," he said apologetically.
"You seemed to be in your own little world," she agreed as she walked past him and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out the cake box and placed it on the counter. With a wink, she informed him, "Your father's on a conference call with Tokyo, which gives me the perfect opportunity to sneak in an extra slice of cake and have a conversation with you."
Her eyes twinkled at him, as she cut an absurdly large chunk of the chocolate ganache cake, before returning the box into the fridge. She rummaged around the kitchen drawer and pulled out two forks, handing him one and sitting at the breakfast bar. He followed suit and sat down next to her. She clinked her fork against his, and with gusto took a generous forkful.
"This is my favorite cake," she confided.
He smiled easily and helped himself to a bite. Personally, the ganache was a bit rich for him, but he didn't want to pass up this last chance to bond with the woman who was marrying his father.
"I'm glad you don't seem to like it nearly as much as I love it," Lily continued. "It means I can have more!"
Chuck laughed as he gave up the pretense of eating.
"It's Serena and Eric's favorite, too, you know," she said mournfully. "I'm lucky if I get more than one slice when they're both home."
His heart warmed, the more time he spent with her, the more he understood why his father would want to settle down with her. She was far from perfect, but she tried, which was more than he could say for Bart.
"Speaking of my ill-behaved daughter…" Lily trailed off softly.
He stared at her in confusion. What could she possibly wish to discuss with him?
"I think that if you're interested in Blair, you shouldn't let Serena stand in your way. You're not the only one who was staring tonight, you know. I see the way she looks at you, Charles, all she needs is a nudge or two, and she'd be more than willing to fall into your arms."
"Do you really think so?" He asked before he could stop himself. "She is Blair Waldorf."
"And you're Chuck Bass," she said defensively, like a mother bear, preparing to protect her cub. "Did it ever occur to you, that that's exactly why you should go after her? Blair's life is so planned and orderly—it's why she's been engaged four times. She's always trying to have everything just so—but she wants more, she needs more than life as an UES socialite. You just might bring out the best in her."
"You hardly know me," he protested weakly, overwhelmed by the maternal nature of her words.
"But I'm starting to," she countered. "And Blair's the closest thing I have to a second daughter. So my motives are purely selfish."
"Lily, I don't know what to say…"
"Don't second guess yourself," she admonished. "There is absolutely no reason why you aren't good enough to date Blair Waldorf. Although, you should be prepared to date her, not just fool around with her. I won't stand for you using Blair like a piece of meat, Charles.
He could hear the warning from a mile away and it just made him grin even wider. He couldn't help but quip back, "And if she uses me like a piece of meat?"
"Then I'll have no choice but to call her mother," she snapped back brattily.
Before he realized what he was doing, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you, Lily. I'll think about what you said."
Her cheeks flushed at his gesture, and she masked her joy by taking another bite of cake.
"Once you make your decision, Charles, let me know if there is anything I can do to help. Watching you two tonight, I stand by my gut instinct, I really do think you would suit each other wonderfully," Lily added. "She's taking over the reins from me as Chair of Cotillion this Fall, I can concoct plenty of legitimate reasons for you to 'bump' into her, if need be."
"I appreciate that and I just may take you up on your offer."
She smiled at him. "Now, tell me how often can we expect to see you at dinner, since you're moving out?"
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Blair inched her way slowly out of Serena's room, and closed the door quietly behind her. The hallway was deserted and eerily silent. The cool air helped soothe her flushed cheeks from the near comical manner in which she escaped the confines of her best friend's room. Every slight sound or movement had her freezing on the spot, her eyes closed with anticipation of hearing the too familiar voice ask her what she thought she was doing. As she reached Chuck's bedroom door, she took a deep breath, trying to soothe her nerves and convince herself that this was still a good idea.
In all honesty, this plan had originated with the hopes of leveling the playing field a bit. All week Chuck had engineered little adventures tailored for her pleasure. It had been thrilling and he had had her complete attention. He was living up to the promise he made the night of his father's engagement party—there really was an added element of excitement in trying not to get caught. But her overactive mind hadn't been able to quiet the nagging voice inside of her head, asking if she was up to the challenge of initiating adventures, as well. It was no secret that he was far more experienced than she was. In fact, if she paused long enough to think of some of the women who had shared his bed, it was a miracle that she wasn't constantly worried that he would get bored with her. Not that she behaved like a prudish virgin or anything, in fact, it was safe to say, that when she was around Chuck, she found herself doing things she never thought she would do—take this very moment for example.
A little known fact about Blair Waldorf was that she had never done it before—she'd never gone down on someone. When she was in high school and suggested it to Carter, he was so stunned, he just stood there with mouth open, she had lost her nerve and never brought it up again. And as for her fiancés…well, she had never felt particularly inclined to do so and therefore had never offered, nor had they had the temerity to ask.
So it was completely unsurprising that she was not only a bit nervous, but downright terrified that she wasn't going to do it correctly. After losing her grip on the door knob—twice, due to her sweaty palms, she finally made it inside. There were a hundred simultaneous thoughts in her head—every single thing she ever heard about giving a blow job was jockeying for position, screaming to be heard.
"You know what's the worst? When they pull on your hair!" Serena exclaimed as she made a face.
"Uhm, what about when they try to hold your head in place, like you're a blow up doll?" Hazel interrupted with a look of disgust.
Is jumped in. "What I don't get, is why they are so insistent that you kiss them after they've gone down on you, BUT, if you even try to kiss them after you've gone down on them—."
"They act like you're completely insane!" The girls all chorused together as they shared looks of commiseration.
Blair laughed nervously, hoping that none of them would notice she had not said a single word.
"It's such a double standard!" Penelope huffed. "I guess I could maybe understand if we had swallowed, but still!"
"I don't really mind, either way," Kati admitted. "I actually just try to improve my technique so I can get them off as quickly as possible. The less time I have to spend doing it…"
"Really?"
All the girls turned to Kati, whose face was turning bright red. "Yeah. I mean think about it. So there will be the occasional time when you're actually into it, but honestly, how often does that happen? Might as well make sure you're good at it so that if you just want to get him off your back, he'll shut up two minutes later."
"That is so ingenious, Kati! How did we not think of this before?" Hazel asked in amazement.
"But not every guy is the same," Penelope said defensively as she put her nose up in the air.
"True, but sometimes, they get so excited by the prospect that you're going to do it, it makes it happen faster," Is argued.
"You have a point. But honestly, I pretty much do the same thing for every guy, I just change the tempo and my grip, based on their reaction," Kati confessed.
"You have to tell us!" Serena squealed excitedly. "We need tips! This is what girlfriends are for, right?"
After that, each of the girls had taken turns talking about their signature moves as they all commented and critiqued the various techniques. Fortunately, the lunch bell had rung before they reached Blair, and she was saved the embarrassment of admitting that she had never performed the deed.
As she tried to clear her head of all the 'twirl your tongue', 'alternate hands', 'a little teeth is ok' and 'the tip isn't necessarily the most sensitive part', Chuck turned over in his bed and was now lying flat on his back. That was all she needed for the voices to fade into the background.
He was so cute when he was sleeping—every line on his face was relaxed. She hadn't gotten to see him like this when she had spent the night, he had been the one to wake her up. She walked up to bed and sat down, unable to stop herself from reaching out and gently stroking his face. She loved the little noise he made as he smiled in his sleep and rubbed his cheek against the palm of her hand. She stretched out next to him and brushed her lips lightly against his.
She could stare at him all day, she realized a minute later. And something about how innocent he seemed in slumber spurred her to make the final move. All the tentative plans she had about tying him down to the bed with his neckties or trying to play the role of experienced seductress flew out the window as she just acted on instinct.
Slowly, she kissed her way down his chest, grazing her teeth across his skin. Chuck made quiet sounds of approval as his body shifted slightly. Blair smiled when she discovered he had gone to bed completely in the nude. She couldn't resist the temptation of sucking lightly on his jutting hipbone while her hands scraped the inside of his thighs, making room for her to settle in between his legs. When she felt his hand on the top of her head, she froze momentarily. She looked up to find him still asleep, his body merely reacting to her touch.
Her tongue darted out to taste the salt of the skin on the most sensitive part of his body. She hadn't found the flavor to be distasteful, but instead, uniquely him—causing her to savor the taste as she began to lick every inch of his hardening cock. Her left hand firmly held him at his base, which aided the angle that brought more and more of him into her mouth.
The strangled sound of her name that came from Chuck as he awoke was what temporarily stopped her. Her mouth was still wrapped around him, but her eyes flickered up to his face. Part of her wanted to pull away and saucily say 'surprise', but his eyes were heavy with sleep and raw with desire. Without breaking eye contact, she continued to lavish his cock with the warm heat of her mouth.
The reverent way in which he chanted her name like an oath, "Blair, Blair, Blair," turned her on more than she could have ever imagined. Every grunt and moan that she elicited from Chuck made her feel bolder and she loved knowing that she could drive him this crazy with want. His hands tangled into her hair, as though he was reassuring himself that she was really there. Even when he tugged on her strands, she almost felt dirty for enjoying it so much. Minutes later, after he came in her mouth, she couldn't stop the smirk from stretching across her face.
As he laid spent on his back, she made her way up so she could rest her head in the crook of his neck, his heart pounding into one ear, his breath panting into the other.
"Fuck, Blair," he finally said when he was able to talk. "That was incredible."
She smiled against his skin, and playfully bit his neck. Suddenly, he moved so swiftly that she couldn't hide her shock as he shifted so he was on top of her, cradling her face in his hands as he kissed her thoroughly.
When he pulled away, she managed to breathily say, "I trust this was a creative enough way to pay you back for earlier this week?"
"Understatement," he murmured back. "Any time I wake up with you, it translates into an amazing experience."
She flushed from his compliment and sighed happily. She leaned up to kiss him again before she started to slide out of the bed so she could make her exit. Her foot hadn't even touched the floor, when his hand shot out and grabbed her tightly by her wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" He demanded.
"Back to Serena's room, before she wakes up and realizes I'm gone."
He turned to look at the clock by his bed. "It's not even seven a.m."
"Better safe than sorry."
He tugged on her wrist and pulled her back into bed. "I am not letting you leave this bed until I've returned the favor, twice."
She shook her head. "This morning was designed for your pleasure."
"And what if my pleasure is pleasing you?"
"Chuck—."
Before she had been able to object, he slipped his fingers inside of her and was focused on bringing her to climax. Once he realized she would not resist him, he whispered hotly into her ear, "I want to watch you come, you look so fucking beautiful."
That had been all that it took to push her over the edge. And when she finally caught her breath, he started the process all over again. He had refused to let her get out of his bed, or even out his arms for that matter, until his alarm sounded half an hour later. This time when she unfolded herself from his embrace, he reluctantly let her go—pouting like a spoilt child who had been told 'no' for the first time in his life.
Blair poked her head out the door, and looked to her left and then to her right. The coast was clear. With one final glance over her shoulder, she flashed a smile at Chuck. He winked at her as she closed the door to his bedroom and tiptoed down the hallway back to Serena's room.
As she gingerly entered the room, she crossed her fingers that Serena was still deep asleep, because there was absolutely no excuse she could give that would explain away her disappearance that morning. She gave a silent sigh of relief, when she saw her friend motionless, with her sleeping mask still firmly in place.
Blair crept her way to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She leaned against the door, giddy with triumph. Success! When she made her way to the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror, she was a bit surprised by what she saw—she was glowing and couldn't stop smiling. The very last thing she had expected was for her to enjoy this morning's adventure as thoroughly as she assumed Chuck would.
As she turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower, the smile was still tattooed on her face. She had a sneaking suspicion that this weekend might turn out to be the best weekend of her life.
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The limo had been idling outside of Blair's penthouse for the past ten minutes. Even thought it was only four twenty-five, Chuck couldn't help but feel impatient. When he had gotten her text around noon, informing him that he should pick her up at home, at four-thirty, if possible, he had worked through lunch like a demon, and practically ran out the door and into his awaiting limo by three-thirty.
He had to make one stop before picking her up. He had gone by a specialty shop on a whim, and left with three shopping bags full of items. Something told him that Blair would not only approve of his purchases, but she would find that it added another element of intrigue to their budding relationship. He couldn't believe how entranced he was by everything about her. His behavior earlier this week should have been an indicator, but it wasn't until she left his bed that morning that he realized how unusual all of this was.
For starters, he would have never expected for Blair's wake up call to have in some ways fulfill an adolescence fantasy for him. Yes, he was almost thirty years old, but technically, he was living under his 'father's' roof. And it was still a deliciously naughty thrill to engage in sexual acts at his parents' house, with his 'sister's' best friend.
Then there was Blair, herself, who was uniquely enthralling and held him utterly captive. The way he couldn't stop himself from lavishing her with attention was unprecedented. Because, quite frankly, he was not the most generous lover. He had only ever been focused on his own pleasure, unless the rare mood had struck him to indulge whichever woman was in his bed. It wasn't that he wasn't skilled—he just never had to be. Chuck was a realist. He knew his wealth, power and looks drew women on its own—but add that to his tremendous stamina and more than fair size, and he knew he didn't have to try, at all.
But with Blair, everything was just so different. He had never found such satisfaction in focusing on someone else before. He loved pushing her boundaries, because she always rose to the challenge. He was in awe that somehow, pleasuring her, managed to increase his own. And for a moment he relived the events of that morning.
Arthur held opened the door, snapping Chuck out of his reverie.
"Hello lover," Blair smirked as she slid into the limo while Arthur put her small suitcase in the trunk.
He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her soundly. When they broke apart, Blair was still clutching his lapels, her forehead leaning against his, as a smile danced on her face.
Chuck reached over into one of the shopping bags and pulled out a wig. Twirling it in his hand, he looked at her and asked, "How do you feel about role playing?"
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tbc
A/N: We will be returning back to that safe place, known as "T" rating for the rest of the story. Sometimes the story dictates the direction you go in...but that's about as "M" as I'll get.
As always, thank you for continuing to read.
Oh, and just a totally random rant…WHY WHY WHY did Penelope Shafai have to be named Penelope? I actually really like the name Penelope, and it saddens me that I cannot use it for the obvious reason. Sigh. Thank you for indulging me.