Title: La Belle et La Bête
Author: Shelby
Summary: Lady Blair Waldorf has been wed to Lord Charles Bass. She knows little of him since he has been kept in his castle by his father practically all his life. Others tell her he is an awful man. Then how has she fallen in love with him? (Historical CB Series)
A/N: Thank you for all the lovely reviews. I believe we gained a few readers on the last chapter too, so that is always great. Oh I wanted to mention that there is a very steamy scene in this chapter. I considered changing the story to Rated-M, but then decided against it. After all I have seen worse in movies rated PG-13 these days. Plus although it is steamy all of the wording for certain things have been kept as classy as I could which to me is more important. If you think you will be offended though skip over it as soon as you see B is in the carriage looking out the window. Thanks guys!
Outfit(s) for the Chapter (Remove the Spaces):
Blair's Dress:
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Blair's Carriage Outfit:
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"Prince Edward, how does your mother look?" Blair asked the small dog as she spun around in front of the mirror. She had woken up in the dress from before again, but since it was a new day it was time for a new dress. So she quietly left the tower and hurried to change.
It was floor length, with a full skirt, and long sleeves. The dress was a dark rose pink color and clung to her corset and waist very tightly. It buttoned down the top of the front with also ruffles on the ends of the sleeves and around the neck. She left her chestnut curls down free and the dark color contrasted perfectly with the dress's tones. She applied dark rouge on her cheeks and red on her lips. The earrings were several large diamonds that she had found in her new jewelry collection.
"RUFF!" Prince Edward barked. She giggled and dropped his special made pastries. He caught it in his mouth and began to eat it.
"Now go back downstairs so I can have alone time with your father," she told him. The dog whined, but when she pointed, it hopped down the staircase. Blair smirked and continued back on up to the tower. When she came in the room, Chuck was still fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed.
She climbed onto it and lifted the extra fur blanket from the end. With a grin, she wrapped it and her body around him. He moaned in his sleep, but she saw the smallest hint of a smile on his lips.
"Good morning, my love," Blair whispered and stroked his hair. His eyes blinked open and closed lazily as he brought her into his vision.
"Blair?" Chuck yawned and pulled her closer to him.
"I am right beside you," she promised and stroked his chest.
"Good," he mumbled. His body then moved forward and he buried his face into her chest. She giggled and patted his back.
"I know you are much more awake than you let on, Chuck. But go on and take full advantage. As my husband they do belong to you," Blair smirked as she spoke to him in a melodic voice.
"All mine," he agreed and breathed in her scent. She smelled so sweet. But the aroma was also so unique, he could not place it. It was simply Blair.
"How did you sleep?" Her fingertips ran through his dark brown hair as her other hand stroked his back. He was acting a bit like a child, but she did not mind.
"Very well," Chuck returned. Finally, he lifted his head and looked around as he blinked his eyes. Then he focused on her and smirked.
"Where's the mutt?"
"I shall ignore such language and simply tell you that his majesty agreed to give us alone time," Blair nodded, but her lips were pursed. He chuckled, placed a light kiss on her breasts, and then one on her lips.
"You are very affectionate this morning, husband."
"What can I say? You have melted my frozen heart. The beast has become a handsome prince," he teased. She rolled her eyes and with a sigh sat up in the bed. Chuck got up so he did not tear her dress and went to the bureau across the room. One of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows rose in question.
"I believe your clothes are downstairs," Blair remarked.
"You forget I was a young man up here as well. I believe a few pastel coats have still been left behind," Chuck returned. He then brought out one of a color that matched her dress. She giggled, but appreciated his marble looking body as he dressed in front of her. When he was done, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the staircase.
"You shall break your back. It is a long way down," she sighed, but snuggled into him.
"You are very light. It is nothing," he replied with ease. Blair giggled in appreciative delight and pecked her lips against his cheeks. He had to keep notice to the steps, but she was very distracting.
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Blair sighed as she leaned against the wall of the castle. She was seated on the large stone railing of the balcony as she overlooked the ocean. If Chuck had seen her, she knew it would not be good, but he was taking care of business in his study. So she took it upon herself to stay seated where she wished, even if it was not in the safest of places.
"Lady Bass," Victoria, one of the servant girls, greeted as she came out onto the balcony. Blair turned towards her with a questioning expression.
"State your business," she sighed.
"I have a letter for you, your ladyship. It is from your mother," Victoria explained as she held out the folded piece of paper. It was her mother's stationary, very elegant and pristine looking.
"Of course," Blair nodded. The girl handed it to her and then excused herself by bowing. Blair sighed and retrieved it from her lap. She was in question with what her mother had to say to her, but knew it would not be pleasant. So she unfolded the letter and her eyes scanned over it.
My Dearest Blair,
It has come to my attention that your new home has caused the attention of your public personality to lack dreadfully. A girl like yourself has so many charms to offer to those around her, yet seems to refuse the invitations of every ball held since the consummation night of her marriage. I'm extremely concerned with your situation. Not only have you neglected to uphold the Waldorf name by attending such events, but I have yet to hear news of pregnancy. I have taught you that a woman's place in marriage is not secure until she can produce an heir, preferably that of a male child. I must inform you that of Serena Van der Woodsen's most recent engagement to that of Lord Aaron Rose. I have the upmost confidence that once she is married an heir will be produced immediately, yet my heart hangs heavy that I cannot say the same for my own daughter. A mother cannot rest and relax in contentment when her daughter shows reflections of such an alarming situation. Everything depends on you and nothing shall be certain on your place as Lady Bass, until an heir is produced.
Sincerely,
Lady Eleanor Waldorf
Blair dropped the letter from her hands as if the paper had been on fire. She felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach and the bile rise in her throat.
Serena had gotten engaged?
She felt the tears that trickled down her rosy cheeks and a sob escaped her lips. Serena had not even come to tell her of the news. Instead, she had learned of it in her mothers' dreadful letter entailing what a disappointment of a daughter Blair had become. It was not possible. Surely Serena would have breathed word to her before anyone else.
Her doe brown eyes fell as more cries escaped her ruby lips. She watched the letter fall down into the waters of the dark deep ocean. She wished for it to all just disappear. She wished to disappear. Her mother had been right. Serena would have an heir on the way the night after the consummation of her marriage.
And what if Blair never had a child or a male heir for that matter? What if Eleanor had spoken truthfully and she was dismissed from the household and replaced with a woman worthy of producing what the public and her husband must desire? Her family would be put to shame and Blair's heart would surely be broken.
"I hate her," Blair muttered through her tears and got off the balcony. She ran through the large doors and past the whispering servants. Her high heels clicked against the floors, as she flew down the hallway towards her bedroom. The tears in her brown orbs blurred her vision. She stumbled.
"Blair!" Chuck's voice echoed around her. What should have been the hard floor turned into his welcoming arms. She fell against him and clung onto his body. Her sobs carried on though.
"Shh… Love, what troubles you so?" he pleaded as he pushed some of her chestnut curls from her face. His hands quickly wiped at the tears and both of them sunk to the ground.
"Serena… Serena she… she… she has become engaged and she did not tell me. And then my… my… mother…" Blair paused. It was not wise to speak of that with him. She was too nervous for his reaction. So she shook her head and changed her path of sobs.
"My mother… told me… and Serena did not."
Chuck pulled her closer to him and stroked her back. He was unsure what to say to her. Although, he imagined it would upset her she seemed much more hysteric than the news of Serena's engagement would bring. A sigh came from his lips and he tipped her chin to look up at him.
"Perhaps she…"
"Lord Bass," a frightened looking servant approached them. Chuck's eyes narrowed and went from dark brown to black. He did not wish for anyone to see his wife in such a state.
"What?!" he barked.
"I… I do not wish to disturb your Lordship, but I… I must inform you that a… a Lady Van der Woodsen has sent word of… of visiting tonight," the man stuttered. He then fled from the hallway in fear.
"I do not wish to see her," Blair quivered as she looked up to Chuck.
"I shall not make you," he returned and cupped her cheek.
"Take me away from here for the night. Let us ride into the valley where she cannot find us, please. I wish to see no one. I cannot bear it," she sobbed.
She refused to let her friend address the failure her mother had called on her and act as if she had done no wrong by not telling of her engagement. Surely she expected Blair to read of it in the papers. It was not right. Blair wanted no part of it.
"We shall leave if you wish it. It will be a cold night though. Have the servants fetch you something warm to wear and I shall have them ready the carriage," he told her. He was still baffled on how to go about it all and decided just to do as she wished. He knew that the carriage calmed her as did the night.
"Alright, I love you," Blair whispered back and kissed his lips. She refused to lose him. So she'd just forget all she read and go for a carriage ride with him. That was all she would think of.
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Blair pulled back the black curtains and peeked out the window of the carriage. It was dark outside, but very beautiful. She smiled as her eyes scanned over the twinkling stars of silver and mystic skies of dark blue. Perhaps she didn't fare well when she was in nature, but it was nice to look at. However, the weather, although nice, was very chilly. She pulled the large black cloak around her more and bundled herself up.
"Pull back the curtain, my love," Chuck told her. She turned towards him in question and he chuckled. His body leaned over her and he closed the curtain. She noticed that with the window covered, the inside of the carriage grew warmer again.
"How clever you are, husband," Blair giggled. She then sat back in her seat and breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason their carriage was very comforting, despite the dirty activities that often took place in it.
"You look rather delectable tonight," he breathed. His hot breath hit against her neck and she felt her eyes immediately roll into the back of her head.
How was it he always had such an effect on her?
"This is not the place, Chuck," she protested, but her voice was weak. She felt his hand part her cloak and slip in between her legs. He stroked the soft flesh and trickled his fingertips closer and closer to her folds.
"You center is burning for me." His voice spoke huskily against her neck as he nipped at the skin. Blair nodded her head and rasped harsh breaths.
"It is not fair for you to do such things to me. The servants and anyone around us outside shall surely hear." Her voice itched to moan, but she held back. He slipped his fingers through her slick folds and began to massage her center in a circular motion.
"Chuck…" Blair moaned. Each letter caused her pitch to increase more and more. He shot her a sinister smirk and continued to work his hand magically. Then it moved faster and rougher. He watched in pure delight as her cheeks reddened and her body twitched in a twisted pleasure.
"Let them hear you scream for me, love. Tell them who makes you like this. Let it be known," he commanded. He felt a hard begin to grow, but focused on the pleasure from her voice. His hands took hold of her cheeks and he pressed his lips against them, but her body shook and red lipstick smeared over each of their faces.
"It is not proper," she shook her head furiously. Her body moved to sit up, but he thrust his hand further and she fell to his control.
"Oh God, Chuck… please," Blair whimpered as she fell on her back. Her head entangled with the curtains from the window and her legs fell open on his lap. He chuckled darkly and removed his hand. Blair hissed and reached to scratch him.
"Calm kitten," he sounded with amusement. Her eyes turned black with lust and anger.
"Pleasure me now!" Blair shouted her command. She no longer cared who heard. It was not as if many would pass their carriage anyways. Her hips continued to twist as he teased her further. His hands move slowly to relieve himself of his pants.
"I hate you! I shall hate you forever if you do not hurry!" She kicked her legs at him, but was too lost to actually claim a shot. Finally, Chuck decided to let her win and hovered over her body.
"You shouldn't speak such evil words to me, dear," he mocked, but his voice was damn sexy as he spoke. Blair glared at him as she felt between her legs drip on the cushions of their carriage. His hand reached up and caressed her cheek in a gentle manner.
"Tease me no longer, please Chuck," she began to whimper. Her brown eyes pleaded with him, but he did not move to position himself. He was much more experienced and could hold out longer. It was torture to Blair though.
"The longer you await the tighter and moister you become," he explained. He spoke in a whisper, as if she was a child who needed to be taught. Blair actually felt as if she would cry and began to shiver in such a painful delight.
"I need you, please…"
"You shall have me in good time," Chuck interrupted and kissed her neck softly.
"My soldier would give it to me now!" Blair hissed. It was a low blow and the wrong thing to say, but she was not able to think straight. She wanted him, even if it was in anger.
Her eyes widened when she felt him grab hold of her tightly. His hips pressed down on hers in a savage manner and he nipped at her neck.
"Ah!" Blair cried and shook under him.
"Do not speak of him again," he seethed into her ear.
"Then fill me, dammit!" she cursed with clenched teeth.
"I shall and I promise you that I shall be the only man whom ever does! And the only man you ever wish to!" Chuck shouted as he rubbed his member against her folds. The natural lubricant was in heavy supply now as it flowed into a puddle beneath them.
"No… no other men, I promise. I am yours, I am your wife, and I am your lover… I am yours Chuck, I swear it. Just, just pound into me, I beg of you! Do it now!" Blair huffed.
"As you wish," Chuck smirked and then thrust his hips forward. An earth shattering scream came from her lips as he pushed in farther and faster than ever before. Her hands reached up and grabbed onto the curtains as her body shook underneath his thrusts.
"Oh Chuck, OH CHUCK!" she continued.
He pushed rougher and harder. It started to hurt, but she only wanted more. She loved the hurt, she loved the roughness. He made her raw. She came and came and came until it was physically impossible for her to come again. She fell limp underneath him and he collapsed on top of her. Neither was able to move as their chests heaved against each other. They were drained of life, but melted into a pool of pure satisfaction.
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A/N: So those of you who were awaiting a steamy scene, there you have it. Also, if you think Blair's reaction dramatic consider the times. What her mother wrote to her and how Blair is being viewed with not attending society parties or becoming pregnant was very shameful for those days.