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Blair slipped into a deep and satisfying sleep that night, lying in Chuck's arms. The upset and strain of the past few months were gone and her heart was full and happy. She dreamed of him—of them. To do so now made the image of his warm brown eyes and teasing smile cause her heart to skip a beat rather than hurt with pain. The lustful fantasies that once tormented her dreams were now welcome to run free through her imagination. Dreams of the different ways he could take her, all the different places, and how she could tempt his passion when she wanted pleasure.
The dreams were so powerful, she ached to be with him, filled with him. The press of his body against hers, the roll of his hips-
"Chuck," Blair gasped as awareness edged into her mind.
She arched her back, his hands greedily holding her just so as he continued to drive into her while they seemingly spooned in her bed. Her body throbbed for him, radiating where he was pushing deep inside, up into her barely cognizant mind. Pleasure broke through her body unchecked in the reality of waking to a dream. He felt even bigger inside of her as she orgasmed around him. Blair grabbed her pillow, burying her face into it as her voiced cracked out his name.
Then he was jerking against her in the unsteady but powerful thrusts she had already come to recognize as his completion. His hands grasped her just a little bit tighter. "God, yes, Blair," he moaned, his voice still rough with sleep.
His forehead came to rest against her shoulder, warm puffs of air rolled down her back, softening as his breath recovered. Sated, Chuck pressed a kiss into her shoulder. "Good morning, beautiful."
Wiggling her hips a little, teasing him for still being inside her, she replied, "No argument here."
He carefully withdrew before he grew any softer. "Shower?"
"Yes, please."
Chuck pulled away carefully, slipping from bed leaving nothing but the reminder of his glorious heat in her bed. Blair had rolled onto her stomach and was pushing her face into the pillow he had used. She buried her smile at the scent of his hair, the knowledge that he had slept with her. That any of this had been real, she could not quite convince herself, even as she lived through it. Shoving her covers aside, she decided to throw herself into her happy reality, the sound of the water falling from her shower calling her. Chuck was pushing his boxers down when she peeked around the door, so she hurried to lift her pajamas over her head and follow him into the shower. Taking her into his arms, he pulled her under the water and kissed her. The warm water felt good, waking more of her body while his kiss only made her want to return to bed.
The shower was reverent, Chuck making her go first and wanting to wash her hair. She reciprocated, enjoying the last of their private moments together as thoughts of school and mindfulness of the time began to press forward from the back of her mind. Out of the shower, Blair watched with more than a little envy as his morning ritual finished in about the third of the time it took hers. Then again, it helped her focus on getting dressed when he finally sauntered out of her bathroom to put his uniform on.
Chuck had barely begun to tie his tie when he was blasted with a string of Polish. He didn't even have a chance to see the stout maid enter the room before she had grabbed his ear and dragged him out of Blair's room and into one of the guest rooms down the hallway. Only then did she surrender her death grip on his ear.
"I find your jacket on foyer floor, Mister Chuck. How could you!" Dorota held up the suit coat he had dropped last night in the rush to Blair's bed.
"How could I finally be with her after all these years?" Chuck countered. The maid knew better than anyone how deeply he cared.
"Years, maybe," she huffed. "But you still a child. If anything bad happens to Miss Blair because of you, nothing will save you, not from what I plan."
Chuck shifted on his feet and swallowed uncomfortably at the threat. When it came to people who could follow through on a threat, Dorota was one person he believed would carry through without question. He met the maid's gaze and nodded his head.
"And I may be maid," she shoved the jacket at him,. "but I not cleaning up after your…exploits. And I better not see or hear any of it either. I have to answer to Miss Eleanor, too, you know."
That comment was as good as dousing Chuck in ice water. While Bart cared little what happened to him, he'd rather not find himself on Eleanor Waldorf's bad side. Especially when he and Blair had only begun dating. "Understood."
Dorota went on to make several more succinct points, clarifying that she and Chuck be on the same page where Blair's safety and happiness were concerned. When the maid finally left him to return to her duties he felt a gruff agreement had been achieved. At least she hadn't thrown him out. It showed she really did care about Blair and was to some extent in tune with what Blair wanted for herself. That thought made him smile. Blair wanted him. She wanted to be with him.
With a deep exhale, Chuck pushed the limo door open and stepped onto the sidewalk. He walked up the steps, cool and disaffected by what he knew would be waiting at the top. Taking the final step, he stood. His peers gazed at him and he stared right back, turning his head slowly to sweep across the courtyard. He could see on their faces that they didn't know what to make of him yet. Were the rumors true? Was there something different about him they were missing? He let them whisper and stare for those few moments, because this was his game, and he knew what move was coming next.
He heard the click of her heels on the stone steps, a small half smile curling on his mouth as he watched their faces at the sight of Blair climbing the steps. He half turned, not taking his eyes away from the crowd, and held out his arm. He felt her fingers curl around his arm and together they stood. They gave their peers time to see them, see that this was real and not a rumor. If Blair's arm in his didn't say enough, something else did.
Since the first day of high school, Chuck had worn nearly every day the blue, red, and white patchwork scarf Blair had given him. It was his signature, just like she said it would be. For all his flirtations and intrigues, the scarf had never been toyed with by others—it was off limits. Now, however, he wasn't wearing it. The patchwork silk was draped around Blair's shoulders and it screamed what their posture was subtly stating. Blair, the exiled Queen, and Chuck, the playboy, were a couple.
Without a word, no kiss, or even looking at each other, Chuck and Blair walked across the courtyard and into the school.
The minions flocked to Serena, buzzing with shock, confusion, and disgust. The incident at Butter really was just the start of things. They looked to Serena for an answer, for guidance on what this all meant. The Queen was completely unfazed. With a shake of her golden mane, she explained. "You think I didn't know about this?"
The minions murmured in awe—they had no idea; not the slightest inkling.
"Why do you think Chuck came to speak to me? He wanted to know what the repercussions for his actions might be." Not true, but it gave her time to decide her plan of action.
"And what will they be?" Penelope asked, always eager for bloodshed.
Serena checked her manicure, seemingly bored. "Exile, of course."
Penelope sputtered in disappointment, "Exile?"
"If he wants to date someone who's exiled, than he can be exiled, too."
"But he's Chuck Bass," Hazel breathed.
"And Nate's best friend," Penelope pointed out.
"Nate is my boyfriend. And Chuck knew what he was doing when he chose Blair. So if you don't mind, perhaps we should move on to discussing this morning's offenses?" Serena gave them all a pointed look. The topic of Chuck and Blair was officially closed.
C (1:34pm): Appointment set. Tomorrow after school.
B (1:35pm): I think you have a sudden need to use the hall pass.
Chuck stepped out of the classroom and glanced down the hallway. And there was Bruna, loitering in front of the men's room. He grew hard instantly, thinking he couldn't actually be this lucky. Blair was making his every dream come true. He nodded his head, "Bruna."
He watched the girl turn pink and pushed the door open. And there was Blair, sitting on the edge of the countertop, her pretty white panties dangling from her finger. In a flash he was kissing her, his hand fishing a condom out of his pocket while hers opened his trousers. His mind hazily wondered if she might be too sore. Their several previous rounds should have been more than enough for a virgin, especially for how tight she felt around him. As she slid the condom on him, he breathed, "Are you sure?"
"I need you again. Before we have to wait." She pulled his face to hers to kiss, pulling his body to hers with the action. He pushed inside her, sliding deep—all the way in. They stayed suspended there for a delicious moment, feeling the fullness of being joined and completed. Then her hips twitched—or maybe it was his? But the drive took over.
Blair leaned back against the mirror, one of her legs hooked around his waist. But he had taken her other leg, pushing it back and up, to rest against his shoulder as he drove into her. Because she was right. They would have to wait after this. It would be worth it in the end, but the wait on test results and birth control would be agony. And the torment of that knowledge was enough to unleash him.
Chuck looked down at where he was sliding in and out of her. The way her perfect blue skirt was bunched around her waist, the lacy edges of her thigh highs strapped into place, pulling his eyes over the small expanse of her naked thighs, before there—her beautiful sex lay open to him, wet and pink and stretched around the thick shaft of him. He marveled at the sight, the knowledge of it tightening inside him, increasing the pressure.
He pulled his eyes up to gaze at her face. Blair was watching him, a blush of pleasure staining her cheeks, her lips parted as she panted to breath. His mind began to grow fuzzy when he stared into her eyes. Pools of light and dark brown, he felt himself slipping into her gaze, losing himself, and his control. His voice cracked, "Blair."
She panted a breathy 'yes' in reply, her body tensing around him, coaxing him further to the edge. He closed his eyes, trying to make it last just a little longer. But his mind was swimming and he opened them again. His gaze caught on his reflection in the mirror. It all twisted in front of him in that moment. Seeing not just Blair before him, or watching his cock thrust in and out of her, but the whole picture of them, and the imagine of himself with her. Her leg against his shoulder, his face filled with an intensity he had never seen before. He knew what it was and it crumbled the last of his restraint. His essence was drawn out in powerful thrusts as he shuddered against her.
Blair released her tight hold on the edge of the counter, their bodies relaxing and Chuck let her leg return to wrapping around his waist. Reaching up, she pulled his face to hers. The brush of her lips on his in such a sweet kiss—it touched his heart, the warmth of it spreading through him. His hands came up to cradle her face as he eagerly returned her kisses. The feelings washed through him, resetting his desire and causing him to grow hard once more.
A little giggle erupted from her beneath their kisses. "One time use only, Chuck."
With a little growl, he pulled away from her to dispose of the condom. When he turned back to her, she had tugged her La Perla's back on and was adjusting her stockings. With a small sigh, Chuck reminded himself they were at school. He quickly adjusted his own appearance, reconciling himself to the fact this little tryst had ended.
Like a perfect gentleman, he held the door open for Blair as they left the bathroom. She gave him a beautiful kiss right in front of Bruna before she addressed the other girl. "Not a word of this to anyone."
Bruna managed a nod in reply and Blair turned to pass him on her way back to class. She gave him a small smile and wink and he understood she knew what she had just done. Not a word? In the next hour, everyone would know what they had just done, for how long, and in which bathroom. Chuck made sure to give Bruna a very satisfied smirk before he walked away.
At the end of the school day Chuck quietly stood in the courtyard to wait for Blair. Now that she was no longer alone there was no need for her to wait out her peers inside the school. Serena had texted him about her solution to buy him and Blair peace from the minions. He was more than happy to be exiled for a time if it meant he could be alone with Blair, time that was their own, time where maybe she would come to feel the way he does. Time for them to fall in lov-
"Hi, Chuck."
Happy in his musing, he was instantly annoyed to be disrupted by a voice that decidedly did not belong to Blair. It was Hazel. Again. "You're not supposed to talk to me."
"Don't be silly!" Hazel giggled and lightly pushed his shoulder. "You can't mean it. This whole dating Blair Waldorf thing. You're Chuck Bass!"
In a shadowed corner of the courtyard, Blair had entered this particular stage, unsure if she were about to witness a farce or a tragedy. Perhaps both, if you considered Hazel's perspective.
"And?" If she had the courage to look into his eyes, Hazel would have known to shut up and get lost. But she wasn't that smart or that strong.
"And dating! You don't date. No, you…" Hazel pushed her body against his a little. "You're a playboy. A lover for the ages, like Don Juan or Casanova."
The act of rubbing up against Chuck in such a public place had garnered them a small audience of their peers. This was quite the development in what had already proved to be an interesting day to begin with.
"Interesting," Chuck pondered her observation a moment. "These great lovers, for all their conquests, always had a true love. One woman who held their heart for all time. No?"
"Well," Hazel pulled herself up to stand tall, trying to not look flustered. "I suppose that depends on the text you refer to."
Blair chose this moment to slip from the shadows to join her boyfriend. "I think everyone would agree the most important text to refer to is what your heart tells you."
A small smile tugged on the corners of Chuck's mouth. Blair finished her statement by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a perfect kiss. He rose the stakes a little higher by grasping her hips and holding her tight to his body. Ideally, he'd be grabbing her ass and wrapping her legs around his waist so he could fuck her against the wall but…well, they had too much of an audience for that.
Purring a satisfied moan, she broke this kiss and finished the whole scene by asking him, "Shall we continue this at home?"
Draping his arm around her waist, Chuck and Blair brushed past Hazel and left the school, their classmates buzzing at the scene.
"Hazel."
The small girl slowly turned around to find the Queen look at her, arms crossed.
"His exile wasn't a suggestion. You broke a command."
"But, you have to admit—"
"Are you questioning me?"
Hazel stepped back, scared.
"Given that Chuck Bass would never sleep with you before I think we can agree he certainly is not going to now," Serena bit.
The droning buzz of gossip surged around them. It had been an unspoken fact before. Now Serena had stated it as such.
"Please! I'm sorry, please don't exile me. I'll do anything," Hazel pleaded. Being a minion to the Queen was the only thing that could dull the sting of what her peers would say now.
"I have no doubt of that. You've dropped to the bottom now, but I'll be kind and not exile you," Serena offered magnanimously. If Hazel wanted Chuck that badly, Serena should keep her close and out of his way.
"Thank you, thank you. You won't regret it, I swear," she rambled in relief.
"That is mostly for you to decide, isn't it?" Serena gave Hazel one last good long look before she and the other minions turned to leave the courtyard. Hazel quickly fell in line. At the back.
In front of Blair's building the couple was kissing goodbye, but was having trouble letting go.
"I don't want to leave you," Chuck moaned.
Blair tried to placate him with another kiss. But still, he wouldn't release her. "Chuck…"
"Mm, and crying my name like that is suppose to help?"
"Now you're just being a Basstard."
"You can't resist me. You don't want to." His mouth hovered over her, teasing her mouth.
"Oh." Blair lifted her mouth closer to his. "I think…that might be where you are wrong."
Grasping the lapels of his blazer, she whispered, "I do it because I care."
Chuck could have sworn her pretty Vivier's were secretly steel-toed as shoe met shin. He grimaced, watching her let go of his jacket with a sweet smile. "My poor heart."
"You'll be stronger for it." She sighed at him with a shrug of her shoulders and turned to her doorman who proceeded to open the door. With a little wave she called over her shoulder, "See you in the morning!"
After a dull evening apart, their morning reunion was sweet. But any excitement was dampened and kept in check by the looming appointment that afternoon. Their façade at school was solid and when at the end of the school day they slipped into Chuck's limo, no one could have guessed at their nervousness.
The doctor's office wasn't in a hospital or an overt medical complex. Just an extremely posh looking office suite. They held hands while looking cool and unconcerned. Blair had been feeling embarrassed inside all day at the thought of having to talk about her newly acquired sex life and asking for birth control. But sitting in the empty waiting room she thought on all the girls who had come into this room because they had been too ashamed to get birth control. Or too arrogant. She squeezed Chuck's hand a little tighter. That wouldn't be them. He wanted Yale to be true and so did she. A baby Bass was not part of that future!
"Mr. Bass." A no-nonsense looking nurse held a clipboard and looked at him just as a sweeter looking one called for Blair. Standing, Chuck quickly cupped Blair's face and kissed her before they had to separate.
Stepping into a small room, the less kindly looking nurse pointed to a seat. "Blood first."
Chuck had left his St. Jude's blazer and tie in the limo to make his almost seventeen years a little less obvious. He unbuttoned his cuff and rolled the stripped yellow sleeve up past his elbow before taking the seat in front of the nurse. She shook her head as she prepared the tray of vials next to her. "I really wonder about you prissy boys with these getups. I'm sure I don't even want to know how much those shoes cost."
"Wonder away. After all, just yesterday I was called 'a lover for the ages'. So it must be working for me?"
The nurse scrunched her face. "Explains the lab work at least."
"No. It doesn't. How I feel about the girl in the next room explains this." Chuck stared at her, not even flinching when the needle slipped under his skin and the first vial began to fill with his blood.
"That," the nurse paused to swap vials, "is something I can respect."
After the requisite number of vials were filled and a bandage put in place, the nurse left him to wait for his checkup with the doctor.
Down the hallway, Blair had been weighed, her medical history taken, and her uniform traded for an ugly paper gown. Couldn't a nice office do better than this thing? Paper towels were softer than this. But both the nurse and the doctor were nice, though kindness could do little for the humiliation felt when putting one's feet in stirrups and having a bright light shone on you down there. Blair survived the poking—at least no one was there to watch her make faces through it. The doctor clearly explained she could not begin any birth control until after her next period before walking her through her options: the pill, the ring, shots, implants. All Blair could think of was Yale as she scanned the little chart. She looked up, her posture and expression strong in spite of her coarse little paper outfit. "Implant."
They lasted five years. That would keep her safe through Yale. By that time, who knew where she might be?
The doctor solidly met her gaze, "I'll give you one, but only if you look at me and understand this is only a form of contraception. It doesn't save you from infection or disease if you're having unprotected sex."
"I fully understand, Doctor." She added a firm nod of her head for emphasis.
"Then I'll see you after your next cycle." The doctor stood to leave.
Blair smiled. "See you next week!"
The door closed and she happily shed the icky paper outfit, tossing it in the bin. She swore her Chantelle had never felt so good. Time for her blood samples, then she could return to Chuck.
Back in the waiting room, Chuck tried to quell his anxiety as he waited for Blair. It was done, but now they had to wait. However, all he could think about was Hazel's playboy quip. He didn't really know exactly how many women he had been with. And he used protection, but that wasn't a guarantee. He just hoped if he did have something, it was curable. He could wait a few weeks on treatment if it meant he and Blair could be free with each other like that. But…if he did have a disease? Chuck tried to shove that possibility out of his head. Cross that bridge if it came to it. But as he waited, the dread still sat in his stomach. Given how he felt about Blair, how could he ever risk her health, even using protection? God, he just wanted to get out of here and have a drink.
Just then, Blair stepped into the room and all the tension in him washed away. She held her hands out to him and standing, he took them. Blair smiled softly and leaning in, she kissed him. With a little sigh, she pulled back. "Now we wait. And in the meantime…?"
He tugged her hand and started leading her from the office. "Dinner?"
"Macarons?" she offered in return.
"Hmm." The sweet treat was a bit too tempting to not remind him of what he'd rather be doing.
"And Tiffany's."
Chuck sighed, seemingly frustrated. "Well, I was wondering what it would take."
He paused and Blair looked up at him, not sure if she should just be curious, or worried, too.
"Now I know I'm not just your lover, but your actual boyfriend."
That evening, Chuck and Blair fell asleep together after too many sweets and too much champagne as Tiffany's still played. For a while they escaped into their dreams of the far future, away from waiting for what tomorrow would bring—what next week, and their blood tests, would bring.
AN: Hugs to Anjum for the edits. Just hugs, coz I bought you fro yo a couple weeks ago :) And begrudging love to Shawn, lol, for helping me polish part of it. Title is Vietnamese, care of Google Translate (sorry!), meaning 'Rough Realities'.
Am I fulfilling the smutty promise? How's the tension, are you nervous? Or just excited to go back a re-read the smut? hehehe. Favorite part, favorite line? I love hearing from you just as much as you love seeing an update.
I like to be pretty 'real' with my stories, but I will say, odds are not so much in favor of a doctor giving an implant to a teenager, so forgive me on that one. It works with the story and I hope you can see that. If you want, you can also argue that this is Blair Waldorf and she's flipping get whatever she wants, so there's that element too :)
On the 'real' side of things, it's been a busy summer. Even busier when I finished the season out by running away and studying for a week with Donald Maass. Google him. Or read about the adventure on my blog- MsGigiMorgan on Wordpress. Because wow, what an adventure. I never wanted to leave :) A week with a brilliant teacher working on this thing that I love so so much. I even got to sit and have a drink at the bar with him one night after classes. I told him I started out here, writing for you guys. And how amazing it was to go from here to there and become this person I could have never imagined for myself. That's the power for good, the power for change, we all have. Now before I get too mushy, I'll just say "thank you" for the billionth time and hope you enjoyed reading!
