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Her room was still filled with darkness when Blair stirred from sleep to find herself in Chuck's arms. It took several determined nudges to wake him. Even then, he fussed at her.
"It's still dark out. Why am I conscious?" As he complained, he pulled her further into his arms.
"Because you have to leave and get ready for school," Blair grumbled into his shirt.
"But everything I want is right here."
That made her heart skip, but it didn't change anything. "That's exactly it. However, you can't want me like that right now; not while we wait." Pulling herself from his arms, she went on, "We're not messing this up. I'll have my period soon and then I go back to the doctors. By then we'll have test results, too. When spring break starts, you can show me how much you want me, all day long."
The test results. That cold fact had him very awake now. Chuck sat up and fixed his hair as his body woke up more. "Why do you have to go back to the doctors? What did you choose?"
They hadn't talk about any of it last night, just needing to relax for awhile first. Blair turned on a small light and distracted herself by pulling out her desired ensemble for the day. He remained quiet while she worked. Skirt and blouse were chosen and she straightened her back. "I picked the implant. And before you think it's at all about you, I did it for Yale. Nothing is going to risk ruining that for me. You, or hormones, or anything."
Chuck slipped from her bed and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Her choice was unexpected - to choose to have something put inside her like that. She was brave and he admired her stubbornness with regards to Yale. He certainly understood how it felt to fight for something that hard. So he teased her, "Then…it's a little bit about me? How else will I find you waiting under that great old tree for me?"
She shoved against his chest. "You are too much for this early in the morning!"
"You're right. I'm sure I behave much better in your dreams."
"Only marginally."
Releasing her, he tugged back her unused coverlet. "You should get some more sleep; it's still early."
"Hmm." Blair thought for a moment before pointing to her lingerie drawer. "Pick something out for me? I'm not going back to sleep in yesterday's uniform."
He gave her a dark look. "You are a cruel lover."
In turn, she gave him a smile. "And you are a wonderful boyfriend."
Looking away, he rummaged through her collection as she undressed. He settled, quite expectedly, on a deep red chemise. Not in a mood to torture himself - it was going to be a long wait - Chuck held the silky garment out without looking at her. A moment later, she told him he was safe. She had slipped into bed and pulled the covers up to hide the teasing sight of her body. Going to her, he tucked her in and gave her a brief kiss. With a satisfied sigh, he said, "Spring break? You are mine. We're not going anywhere this year. Just me and you. Maybe we should send Dorota away? She deserves a vacation, don't you agree?"
With a small sleepy smile, Blair had already closed her eyes and began to drift away. "I do hear Poland is lovely this time of year…"
Passing a hand over her soft hair, Chuck finally left to claim a few hours of sleep in his own room before school.
The rest of the week was rough. Chuck and Blair had to stay close; they had to be strong and unshakeable in the eyes of their peers. Even while they waited - for test results, for Blair's period to end - the whole time desire sparked in them every time they touched. Sometimes just looking at one another was enough to send their hearts racing.
Lucky for Chuck, Blair had her cello lesson one afternoon so he sent a text message: meet me at Victrola.
After school, Chuck had escaped to his small sanctuary above Victrola. He lay on his bed willing as best he could for the intense desire he felt for his girlfriend to leave his body, just for a week. A knock on his door pulled him from his meditation.
As the door swung open, the visitor grumbled, "It's been way too long."
"Good to see you, too, Nathaniel."
The dirty blonde slipped a small bag from his pocket. "How about some afternoon delight?"
"I think…that means you pick the movie?" Chuck closed the door behind Nate.
"As long as you have some Lucky Charms in this place." It should have sounded like Nate was teasing, but Lucky Charms were serious business.
"I'm always prepared for most anything. Go, pick a film."
And just like that, two old friends settled into a relaxing afternoon together. A most welcome and much needed distraction for Chuck's libido and an escape from the state of their warring girlfriends.
Sunday morning. Chuck had been carrying a knot around in his stomach for the better part of a week over the test results. But that was pushed from his mind as he buttoned up his shirt. Suddenly his phone buzzed atop his dresser like an angry little bee. The name on the screen however made him smile. "Well, hello, beautiful."
Blair paused at the endearment, smiling, before pushing ahead. "I just wanted to make sure you were up and dressed. It's almost time for your father's brunch."
"Well, since I didn't get to have you here, keeping me occupied all night…" he flirted.
"Chuck." Still Blair smiled, though she would always be business about society events.
"I'm up, nearly dressed, and intensely anxious to see my girlfriend soon. Does that satisfy you?"
"Yes." Her voice was warm and the word 'yes' stirred fantasies of all the questions it could answer. "I'll see you there."
Shaking distracted thoughts from his head, Chuck picked up his most beloved bow tie in order to finish dressing.
Blair swept into The Palace more curious than anxious. It was their first society event as a couple and it was his father's event. There were a lot of interesting variables in play and Blair was looking forward to playing- and winning. With more confidence than she had exuded in months, she stepped into the doorway leading into brunch and looked over the room. Peers and parents and Bart's business partners. Her classmates noticed her instantly and Blair had to squash the desire to smooth the line of her dark blue dress. Today, the game was hers.
Chuck emerged from the crowd, first dropping a small kiss on her mouth before he took her to make the rounds. Once again they sent a reaffirming message to those from school who were fortunate enough to be in the room: this is real. After that brief moment to themselves, Chuck and Blair focused on doing one of the things they did best. Making a show.
Not ten minutes later, however, the show got a lot more interesting. Serena and Nate arrived, reluctantly towed in by the shining form of Lily van der Woodsen. Of the oblivious, and potentially medicated, parental set, Lily had no idea what was going on in her daughter's life. So she immediately went to greet Blair, polite and sweet, and hoping the girl would occupy Serena for the remainder of the event. "Blair!"
Chuck's hand immediately was on Blair's lower back.
"Mrs. Van der Woodsen!" Blair beamed an award winning smile and test one began.
"You look just wonderful. And Charles…why, to look at you; I'd say you make a beautiful pair."
Blair played coy. "Spring brings many changes this year." She then leaned a little more into Chuck to emphasize her point.
"Oh, l'amour!" Lily gushed, pressing a hand to her heart. "This must be why we don't see you at our house anymore."
Serena at this point was looking around the room, not wanting to be there at all.
"It would take more than one reason to keep me from visiting, Mrs. van der Woodsen." Blair looked at Serena as she spoke. The comment was entirely lost on Lily.
"Well, I'm glad we'll all be sitting together; it will give us a chance to catch up more! For now, I think I see Mrs. Wetmoreland."
Floating away on her cloud of Xanax, Lily left Chuck and Blair with Serena and Nate. Awkward was not a strong enough word to describe the tension in those few feet of the room. Chuck and Nate looked like two puppies that had been forcibly separated from one another while Serena looked bored and disinterested. That was fine; it was Blair's move anyway. Something neutral to begin.
"Serena, it was so good of you and Nate to attend with your mother this morning."
There was no reprieve. Serena turned to Nate as if Blair had not said a word. "Nate, would you get me something to drink? I'm going to go see Penelope and the girls."
Nate nodded, quickly casting his eyes over Chuck and Blair as he turned away. Serena walked away without a glance in their direction.
Blair was unfazed and moved on to greet other people with Chuck at her side, quietly drawing tiny circles on the small of her back to soothe her, for he knew how she felt under her society smile and sweet façade. Outside of Constance they were a welcome couple to conversation and secretly, Chuck hoped his father would see them. Him, with Blair, socializing and playing nice with the adults. People were always impressed with Blair, but he was proud to keep up in his own little way by talking about Victrola.
Between conversations and before it was time to sit down to eat, Chuck discreetly tugged Blair out of the room and into a small alcove at the end of the hallway. Catching her mouth in a kiss, he pressed her against the wall.
"Chuck," Blair breathed between kisses. The sound of people nearby left her struggling to relax. She would be so embarrassed if they were caught.
"I need to be close to you. All this politeness and all the waiting…I need to feel you; know your passion burns as mine does. This brunch will be hell otherwise."
She responded by putting her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, continuing their kiss. Her fingers sneaked up to curl in his hair, his hands replied by pressing her hips against his. Blair couldn't entirely help herself- help how badly she wanted him. She brought one of her legs up and wrapped it around his waist, opening herself to him. She imagined he could feel the heat of her as she angled her hips into his hardness. It was the worst sort of temptation, a maddening thing to do, fully dressed in a fairly public place. Next door they heard the request for everyone to freshen their drinks before sitting down. The noise somehow gave them the strength to pull apart.
Blair took it all in stride. "I'm going to the powder room. See you back inside."
She gave him a small kiss on the cheek- a small sort of apology that their session had to end. Chuck continued to stand there, calming his breathing and waiting for his arousal to be a bit less obvious. Finally stepping out of the hiding spot, he rounded into his father.
"Charles." Bart's blue eyes looked unsurprised at the state of his son's appearance. His voice was gruff. "You might want to fix your bow tie before going in."
Chuck straightened his bow tie and ran his hands over his hair for good measure.
"You realize I do all of this for you. So you can meet the right people, make a good impression. And here you are half screwing- or worse, some random girl in the hallway."
"Some random girl?" Chuck seethed, his frustration rising with a fury. Bart could snipe about Chuck if he wanted, but commenting on Blair was something Chuck could not swallow. "Maybe while we're sitting down to eat, you'll notice I'm sitting with my girlfriend."
With that, Chuck brushed passed his father to go back inside. He found Blair already at their table and before taking his seat he made an extra point to kiss her on the cheek. Some random girl, he thought, trying to pull his casual society demeanor back into place after his father's barb. When Bart sat down next to his son, he took a moment to look from Blair to Chuck, his face impassive before he moved to welcome everyone to brunch.
Speeches were made and food served, then the tables quickly broke into conversations. Bart was using Lily to cover his bachelorhood for the event and the pair easily fell into conversation. Blair was happy to discover she was not sitting next to Serena, but Diane Courtland, who was attending with her husband, Francis. She and Blair were quick to catch up and have a friendly chat, Chuck sitting back and quietly enjoying Diane's defusing effects. Francis had engaged Nate in discussion about sports, leaving Queen Serena without anyone to talk to.
Blair was mostly absorbed her in own conversation, but she was aware of her ex-best friend's isolation across the table. Wedged between Lily and Nate, her boyfriend managed apologetic glances and gestures while Lily won the award for most oblivious parent in the room. Chuck could have intervened, but as he leaned back in his seat, he knew better than touch the situation. Especially if he hoped for things to return to being amicable between the foursome any time soon. So he left Blair to wait, happily chatting away with Diane. She kept an eye on Serena picking at her breakfast, while gauging the intensity of the issue by the minions' responses a few tables away. She couldn't help it - seeing their agitation and knowing there was nothing they could honestly do was really quite enjoyable.
Diane, as expected, soon shifted their conversation to fashion. She commented on Blair's pretty dress, appreciating how it was subtly coordinated with what Chuck was wearing. It was the move Blair was waiting for.
"Thank you. I love what Serena's wearing today. Her style is so much more effortless than mine." Just like that, the conversation was swung open.
"That is a lovely dress you are wearing, Serena. Who's the designer?"
The smile afforded to the table was made of sunshine, but Blair caught a complicated gaze in those blue eyes. "Oh, Blair's just looking for indirect praise. She knows every single piece her mother has ever designed."
It was true. But Blair had been so busy engineering the situation, she had not pondered if there was any sort of reason why Serena had worn a Waldorf Original. Diane made a sweet comment while Blair took a moment to wonder. But then Lily suddenly decided to jump in.
"Serena, why are you wearing that? It's not the dress I laid out for you."
The ladies and Chuck gazed at Lily. Her behavior was a little bit gauche- to say such a thing in front of the whole table like that. Nate and Francis were lost in their discussion of sports and upon looking at the pair Bart and Lily made, Blair wondered at their vacant expressions. Bart's general disdain was quite exceptional, abnormal really. A small smile cracked on her face thinking who had more Botox- Lily, or Bart?
Disinterested in watching the age old story of Serena and her mother play out once more as Serena replied that she could dress herself, leading to Lily's commandments on fashion, Blair glanced at the thin golden watch on her wrist. It was regretfully time for her to depart for home. Resting her hand on Chuck's thigh to draw his attention, she leaned in to kiss his cheek to remind him she had somewhere else she needed to be now. For her second to last move, she pulled on Bart's attention, thanking him for including her in the delightful brunch. It forced him to see her with Chuck, as his son executed his manners in standing to help Blair from her seat as she made brief farewells. Aware of his father's gaze, he addressed any insulting thoughts or threats. "If you'd all excuse me for a few moments, I'll return after seeing Blair to her car."
The final move was much like their first. Her arm in his, Blair and Chuck walked through the room and exited just as one would expect of such a regal pairing.
At the car, Chuck was as bad as a grumpy school boy. "I don't want to go back in. I'd rather go with you." In his head, he gave himself a little credit for not adding that he would go anywhere with her.
"In this case, I'm fairly sure you don't mean that. But I really do have to go now." Blair ran her hands down the front of his jacket in a quiet bid for one more kiss.
He happily obliged, adding as he pulled away, "Perhaps we'll have good news tomorrow?"
The knot still sat uncomfortably in his stomach regarding their pending test result.
"Mm, and then what?" They still couldn't have sex again until school finished.
"You think I don't have plans for you? My imagination is even more dirty and kinky during celibacy, combined with the fact that it is you I'm unable to be with."
Blair's cheeks turned pink, uncertain of which compliment she was unable to handle. His dirty mind or his implied desire and affection for her. "Well then, I really should go before I torment you any longer."
She dropped one last tiny kiss on his lips and slipped into her town car.
Chuck breathed a moment, watching the vehicle merge into traffic and take her away from him before resigning himself to returning to brunch alone.
Blair stepped into her penthouse to find a small collection of suitcases still crowding the foyer.
"Mom?"
Eleanor Waldorf ambled in from the living room, "Oh, Blair. There you are!"
Then, barreling out from behind her mother, "Blair! My little starling. You look wonderful!"
Cyrus went in for a hug before Blair could even get a glimpse of him. Eleanor approached the pair and simply added her hug on top.
When the moment passed, Eleanor returned to their conversation. "So where were you this morning that I had to message this dress ahead of our arrival?"
Blair turned so Eleanor could scrutinize her work. "Bart Bass's annual brunch."
"Mmm," Eleanor leaned in to check the hem on the dress. "Well, now that it's out of the way, how about we all go shopping? Just for a bit- the three of us."
"Yes, please!" Blair smiled.
"Good, I'll just wrap up a few things and then we'll go." Eleanor went back into the living room.
In walking to her room, Cyrus joined her, offering his arm as they moved towards the stairs. "So tell me, how is your heart?"
"Good…" Blair played coy, not certain how she should answer his question.
"Good? That was not the case the last time I saw you. Do tell, do tell!"
Arriving in her room, Blair sat on the chest at the end of her bed and began to twirl the ruby ring around her finger. She felt shy and stared at the floor, a small smile of disbelief tugging at her mouth. "We're…" The words tipped nervously off her tongue, "We're dating. He's my boyfriend now and we're dating."
Cyrus puffed his chest, looking quite proud. "I knew you could do it."
Blair laughed, "That makes one of us!"
"So for how long? Where is he taking you for spring break?" Cyrus wanted all the details as he sat down next to Blair.
"A week tomorrow. And…we're staying in for spring break. So we can spend all our time together."
"As long as you two play safely."
"Cyrus!"
"I'm an adult and obligated to say it. He should take the best care of you. Or else…" he teased.
Blair leaned her head on his shoulder. "He does. And we're being very responsible with our…feelings."
"Good. So how do you feel?"
"Happy. Just happy," Blair sighed.
"Is it love?" Cyrus nudged her.
"In a week?" She blanched in reply.
"You've cared about him, deeply too I imagine, for much longer than a week. It's not a silly question." He patted her in reassurance.
"I have cared about him for a long time. I don't doubt what he means to me. But, love?"
Cyrus proceeded to give her half a hug. "You're a smart girl, Blair. I know you're trying something new and it's good to see you not instantly going to pieces for a boy. I'm proud of you."
She whispered a small 'thank you' as they sat for a few minutes longer.
Eleanor passed by Blair's door and caught the image of them. "Oh, you two, really."
Cyrus teased, "I'm enjoying watching Blair fall in love."
"Really?" Eleanor quirked an eyebrow at the suggestion, especially as she watched Blair's eyes go wide.
"I am not!" Blair instantly peeled herself from Cyrus's bear of a hug.
"It's falling in love because you have no control over it. That moment when you know you are? You've already been falling for awhile." Cyrus shared his font of knowledge on the topic.
"Well then, looking back, when did you start falling in love with my mother?" Blair challenged him while redirecting the subject away from her.
"That's easy." He soaked in the spotlight.
"The moment I saw her. As for knowing I was in love? I think we'll blame that one on Blair shall we?" Cyrus asked Eleanor. She nodded in reply.
"Me?" Blair was shocked.
"After meeting Eleanor's incredible daughter, there was no question how lucky I was to find such an amazing woman to share my heart with."
Blair stood up. "You two are too much. I'm getting my purse. You owe me something extra pretty for having to sit through that."
Cyrus laughed while Eleanor smiled and rolled her eyes.
Eleanor and Cyrus were in town for a quick two days on business. Sunday was the time Blair spent with them and on Monday her life took on its normal pattern again. The tension between her and Chuck that morning was left unspoken. She threaded her fingers through his as they walked to school together, wishing she could steal him away and kiss him until there was no need to worry anymore. But instead, she had French class.
When lunch period began, she whisked him into an empty classroom and kissed him soundly. "I just listened to my voicemail." She paused for dramatic effect. "I'm clean and my appointment is confirmed."
Their next kiss was a meeting of smiles. Chuck held her close, letting his control slip a little as his hands roamed her body. With a small groan, he murmured, "Mm, I'm already making plans for you later."
"What about you?" she breathed back. It wouldn't change their plans but Blair was eager for this tension to dissipate.
He gave her a brief kiss as a short apology. "Nothing yet. Maybe after lunch."
"Then we can celebrate after school." Blair cruelly rubbed the palm of her hand against the bulge in his trousers.
A growl of frustration rumbled in the back of his throat. "This week is going to kill me."
In response, Blair pulled away from him and walked towards the door. Glancing over her shoulder with a coy smile, she said, "Perhaps. But spring break is on the horizon."
Chuck surrendered a small smirk. Oh, the things they would do on break. Then again, he didn't exactly have to wait that long. His mind began turning with dirty, playful thoughts; a welcome distraction as he waited for his results.
Blair was quick to find him in the courtyard after classes ended. "Please tell me we can go home and celebrate a little?" she asked, pressing her body close to his.
He took her hand and pulled her away from school, towards his waiting limo. "Mm, I think something might be in order?"
"So then, good news?"
"Patience." He smiled and opened the car door for her.
Once inside, he handed her his phone. He needed to show her how serious he was and with this, he needed her unwavering trust and belief.
Blair listened to his voice message. He watched a smile break across her face before she gave up, dropping the phone and throwing herself into his arms. It had only been a day since the brunch but they were so hungry for each other's touch, a day was simply too long. She eagerly climbed into his lap, kissing him as though it were necessary for breathing. Chuck let her sweet mouth pass the minutes, enjoying that the attention distracted her from noticing their destination was not her penthouse. When the limo finally arrived, the couple was quick to exit.
Disoriented, Blair asked, "What are we doing here?"
"Having some privacy."
Taking her hand he led her into Victrola and up the private stairs to his sanctuary. Blair felt a bubble of apprehension rising. The last few times she had been to Victrola-the last time she stood in his room here-none of them were good memories. But that was before. Now, things were so different.
The door was pushed closed and he pulled her into his arms. His mouth was gentle and attentive, kissing her lips over and over, until her mind went out of focus. His hands behaved, cradling her face the entire time. She was doused in sweetness and care, making her physical attraction to him pull from somewhere other than a riot of teenage hormones.
Pausing their kisses, Chuck whispered in her ear. "I need you to come for me."
As he kissed below her ear, Blair reached up to unbutton her blouse. But his hands stopped her. "No. Clothes stay on."
She felt heat stain her cheeks. The desperation she would have to feel to need to get off while still fully dressed in her uniform crossed her mind. The idea of coming for him like that, with the realization that she was that desperate, all made her that much hotter for him.
One of Chuck's hands slid away from her and began to unknot his tie. "Except this."
He pulled her into the bedroom before moving to cover her eyes with the red striped tie from his uniform. "You are to do nothing but think and focus on pleasure."
Without sight, she depended on Chuck to help her kneel on his bed. She leaned forward, away from him, happy to nuzzle her cheek against the softness of his bed while his hands slowly caressed up her thighs towards her panties. The closeness of him made her aware of her own arousal; the heat and the wetness he was already inspiring from her. His hands skimmed over her ass before pushing up her skirt. His fingertips found their way back to her, teasing along the edge of her underwear. Then he rapidly pulled the fabric inward, tugging it upwards too, forcing the innocent white silk to press hard against her slick folds and making Blair gasp.
"Hm, leave them here, or pull them off?" he pondered.
"Off. Take them off." Blair's voice waffled between a plea and a command. The idea of anything he was about to do to her being at all hindered by her underwear was already frustrating her.
"I'll oblige, but," Chuck was tugging the material down, "I think…Yes, they should stay here." He had pulled them down past her knees, then freeing only one ankle, letting the panties dangle from the other, a sexy little white flag of surrender. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "It reminds me of when I finger fucked you to orgasm hidden inside the Tilney mansion last summer."
Blair tried to turn her face into the covers, remembering the intensity of the encounter, a mix of shame and embarrassment washing over her. But his hand caught her, his body suddenly next to her, they kissed. "My girlfriend doesn't hide her sexuality from me."
She felt him move away from her, a streak of panic rushing through her in her blinded state. Had she done something wrong? But he spoke again after a moment.
"You're not the only one who went shopping yesterday. I wanted to make sure we had everything we might need for spring break."
There was a drawer being opened across the room, then it was pushed shut. What more could they need than each other? What kind of shopping had he done?
"With you looking so pretty on my bed, I'm tempted to open something early." He set an item on the bed before she felt a hand press low on her back. "Higher," he urged her. "Offer yourself to me."
Blair complied, pushing her ass up higher, her thighs spread to display her sex to him. She heard him murmur 'beautiful' before she felt something cold and wet drip into the slit of pussy, shocking her, her hips jolting a moment. A hand came to stroke lazy circles on her ass to soothe her. "Just a little more. I want to watch it run- see your thighs wet."
More of the cold liquid dripped onto her, enveloping her clit this time before it rushed onward, dampening her mound and trickling down her thighs. It made Blair whimper a little, her hips rolling slightly, her sex contracting, wishing to feel something other than the kiss of cold air on hot wet skin. For still, Chuck had not touched her there yet.
"God, Blair." His voice sounded low and strained from where he stood behind her. She imagined he had to be touching himself through his khakis which just added to her enjoyment. "If I have a fucking wet dream tonight, it's going to be your fault."
Blair grinned to herself. "Is that a problem you typically have?"
"No," he growled at her. "But since I haven't come since the last time I was inside you, it very well could be."
Her mind stumbled at this new information. She had just assumed that while they couldn't play together he would just…
The thought was disrupted and sent spinning out of her head. He had pushed something thick and hard inside her. It wasn't his fingers and it wasn't his cock. But it felt very, very good, reaching in towards the ache she felt inside. She felt him pull it back, all the way, leaving her empty.
"You don't mind that I bought you a toy, do you?"
"No." Her breath shuddered, hoping her quick reply meant he would return to her.
"Good." Chuck nestled the head of it back inside her opening. "Here. Come to me. Show me how much you can take."
Eagerly, Blair rocked back towards him, the toy easily slipping deeper. His free hand reached up, a fingertip rubbing her clit, he coaxed her. "Relax into your pleasure. I know you can take more. You do when it's me inside you."
"Chuck." She wiggled her hips back, pushing through the tightness, the pressure and pleasure making her hands curl into the sheets.
"Mm, much better." He then pulled it out of her again, making her cry out at the shock and emptiness. But only for a moment, for then it was pressed against her once more. "Again. Show me your pleasure."
She pushed back with a happy sigh at being filled. He nudged her, urging her to rock her hips. She followed his example, the motion quickly becoming its own thing, unclear who was pushing and pulling. His little prelude had left her so wet, it made the pace even faster with such easy movements. It made her clench harder, pushing back and leaning forward harder, she felt the slight roundness of her backside bounce with the force of it. She soon felt feverish as the pleasure drove her higher, longing for her release burning deep inside her.
Through the haze of desire, she somehow heard Chuck ask her, "Is this enough for you? Or are you a more demanding lover?"
Blair shook her head against the sheets, her hands painfully fisting them still. "More, please." Her voice cracked.
It was only now that Chuck revealed his little secret. The simple press of a button sent delicious vibrations trembling into her body. A cry of pleasure caught in her throat, interrupted by the long forgotten free hand rediscovering her clit. His touch was gentle but in the end it was his words that would send her over the edge, forcing her to observe the intense pleasure she was capable of.
"Do you hear how wet you are?" Even with the added buzzing of the vibrator the slick sound of her wetness was audible as she bounced up and down where he held the vibrator steady for her. "I'm wondering what I even used the lube for? By the time you come in my hand, you will have made a sexy little mess on my sheets. Come, Blair. Come for me."
With a few more glorious thrusts, her hips were shaking and her back arched. All she was aware of was how tightly she held to the vibrator trembling inside her and the pleasure burning in her mind, screaming in her ears. The great initial burst began to subside with the smallest rocking of her hips. But as the pleasure drained, she soon gasped at the intensity of vibrator still humming away. She jerked her hips. "Too much, too much."
Chuck eased the toy free, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched. She still trembled from the loss as he withdrew it, with his final reward being watching a line of clear lube mixed with the creamy white of her come following along as he pulled the head of the vibrator away. It was gorgeous and pleased him to no end to know he had done that to her. Given the good news from earlier, Chuck gave in to a little of his own pleasure. He leaned in, sticking his tongue all the way out, giving her drenched pussy a good long lick. The faint cherry flavor of the lube mixed with the heady taste of Blair, eliciting a moan from him. With a deep breath, he refocused his energy, taking the toy to the bathroom for a wash.
Blair was blissful lying in his bed, not entirely present in the moment. He chuckled when he walked back to the bed and saw she had not moved but had happily stayed in place. Damp washcloth in hand, he cleaned up their mess, startling her. She pushed his tie off and looked back at him. When he finished and stepped back, he met her gaze, seeing how her cheeks were still stained pink.
"I can't believe you got me to do that."
Chuck tossed the cloth in the bathroom sink before leaning against the doorframe to look back at her, "Then maybe I should be worried?"
Blair scooted off the bed and tugged her panties back into place. His response made her nervous as she looked at him/ "Why?"
Walking to her, his slid his hands around her waist. "Because I'm certain we'll do many other things that would put that scene to shame."
Then he kissed her, sweet and reassuring. Blair wrapped her arms around him and met his confidence with her own. Her sexuality was still very new but she was happy to be exploring it with him.
He ended the kiss, reaching down to take her hand. "Time to go to the library."
"The library?" The quick change in direction left Blair's head spinning.
"We have appearances to keep up. Serena and Nate never go to the library. And can you imagine it? Chuck Bass, in the library, studying?" He gave her a small smile and a roll of his eyes.
"Hmm," Blair pretended to think a moment. "I suppose as long as you promise I get some more traditional behavior in the stacks for a few minutes?"
"Sounds like a deal to me." Chuck kissed her again before she was tugging him out the door. She did have homework to do and playtime in the stacks sounded like the perfect reward.
AN: Thank you to Anjum for editing! I really do like comma's too much. And that run-on really was gross. Chapter title translated to Sepedi by the lovely Phetha, means "Obscuring Sunshine".
I know our fandom has grown quieter this past year and I don't want you to think I've left you! But personally speaking, I've been in a really bad place these past few months. It's hard to write, it's hard to talk to people, even my friends. It's really hard and I hate that so much suffers for it. But I hope you enjoyed this update, there's still plenty to come :)
