A/N: This idea came to me and wouldn't leave me alone all week. As promised though, I am only popping a preview in this bunch of previews to avoid starting another multi-chap. ;) Also, usually these previews are assumed to be what starts out each fic when I finally start it off, but this particular preview will be taking place much later in the story.
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Idea 37 (With This Pretense, I Thee Wed) – AU 1x07 – Bart decides just the thing that would make his son take responsibility and grow up. An arranged marriage after he graduates college. To Blair Waldorf. CB
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She heard the door to the hotel room open and sighed from inside the bathroom. This so wasn't what she had signed up for. True any humiliation from the Archibald's bankruptcy had escaped her family once her mother had decided to take Bart Bass up on his offer. As a minor at the time, she hadn't had much say in the matter, especially with Nate's prior infidelity to her and clear still infatuation with her best friend being constantly thrown in her face by her mother, who had somehow found out. But Chuck Bass? Really?
The terms were clear. If he cheated on her at any point during their first (and only, no doubt) year of marriage, she would not only get a huge chunk of cash but also full rights to an immediate divorce and anything else that she'd felt she hadn't been able to touch during that time.
It was now her sole goal in life to make sure that he cheated. Neither she nor Chuck had been forced to stay "celibate" for each other during the five-year period before their marriage would take place, but no guy had dared to date her once they became aware of her situation. Her insistence that it would hardly last a day didn't convince any of them. They didn't want to become seriously involved with a girl that would, however temporarily, have to be married to another man – boy, rather.
Of course there were those who were only interested in casual dating or a one-night stand, to which Blair Waldorf scrunched up her nose and scoffed in disgust.
She was classy, not desperate.
At any rate, the time had finally come. Both Eleanor and Bart were certain this would last. Chuck had after all gone to college, at Princeton, cheated his whole way through flawlessly and achieved not only an honors diploma but a whole slew of fraternity girls on his 'to-fuck' list. It was intolerable. If their parents knew of his activities, they never let on. He'd followed through on going to college and graduating. He'd stayed in touch with her, though she made sure that was as minimal as possible and he didn't push her for which she was grateful for. To put the icing on the cake, he'd showed up well-groomed to their wedding, said the generic vows in the most, sincere, heartfelt way and put on a good show at the reception.
Serena had been there by her best friend's side, keeping her strong and the mood light and cheerful, suggesting that maybe there was a slight chance this could work out, to which Blair scoffed, grimaced and determined she would be divorced before the week was out.
For the wedding night at least though, she told herself she would at least the play the part. She wouldn't overexert herself, but the least she could do was flaunt some lacy lingerie that would remind him of some busty whore he could impale himself on – maybe a wedding guest! That thought was thrilling.
Taking a deep breath, she arranged her curls as best as she could, examined her perfect make-up, and looked over the black, lacy lingerie teddy that clung to her form, ending at high-thigh and pushed up her breasts so they were in full view, small that they were. Another turn off, she was sure.
She glanced at the higher than high black heels on the floor but decided that would be overdoing it. As would the black, fishnet stockings. Not to mention the nuisance they'd be. It was disturbing that Serena had had such a precise list of things to wear on your wedding night, well aware that her best friend was marrying the very last person on earth that she would ever willingly choose. Well, except Dan Humphrey, but that point was moot and was not to be brought up since Serena was still wounded from their latest break-up and going to Nate for "comfort" – a fact that had not gone unnoticed by Blair.
No, she wasn't still hung up on her high school love. But the fact that the best friend had choices, and one of them had once been hers was irritating.
So no, she didn't dig in the ever fresh – and yet so very old – wound that was Dan Humphrey.
Outside the bathroom, she heard the quiet sound of Chuck shrugging out of his jacket and slipping out of his shoes, opening the closet and then closing it after he'd placed both inside.
"Blair?" he called out, probably wondering if she was even there, despite the fact that the bathroom door was closed and the light could be visibly scene from the space just above the floor.
"Be out in a minute," she called lightly, careful to keep her voice light and casual. Her number one fear of tonight was not so much that she would fail in turning Chuck off – since he was hardly picky in his sexual partners – but that she would let herself get emotionally involved.
As fate would have it, at twenty-two, she had yet to lose her virginity. There was a whole mess of emotions that went along with that. But, if things went as planned, she had no need to be concerned with that either.
He was undoing his bowtie when she finally walked out into the hotel room. Technically, it was a honeymoon suite, and the most lavish she'd ever seen, complete with a massive king-sized bed, a hot tub and a small pool with a slide just off the side of the kitchen and second sitting room.
Really. The Basses had gone through too much trouble for something that simply wouldn't last.
She'd been awestruck and enthralled by the site on first entering, but luckily she had her emotions in check now. That had been hours ago when she'd left the reception downstairs to prep and Chuck had been busy still drinking with Nate and some of the other guys.
So, he hadn't noticed she went missing and thus had completely lost the opportunity to carry her over the threshold on their wedding night, so what? This wasn't a love match. She would be able to have the full princess experience on her next wedding night, to someone much more deserving of her.
His eyes bulged when he saw her, but she refused to dwell on it and instead just plopped herself on the bed, crossing her legs at the ankles and folding her hands across her torso.
"Wow," he breathed, still staring at her. She was stunning.
"Did you have fun downstairs?" she asked nonchalantly, opening the drawer on the nightstand beside her so she could fish out the latest of one of her favorite magazines and started to flip through it. When he didn't respond she pulled back the magazine to look at him. He looked dumbfounded. "With Nate and the guys?" she prodded.
He shook his head and cleared his throat.
"Yes." He started unbuttoning his shirt, ridding himself of his cufflinks and setting them on the table when he reached her. "I didn't know you'd left." He picked up her hand to kiss the back of it, but she pulled it away before it reached his lips and gripped her magazine again.
"I had to get ready," she said on half a yawn, flipping another page.
Chuck pushed past her odd behavior to smirk and drink her in again.
"You look exquisite."
She sighed. "Thank-you."
When it was clear he'd lost her attention, he took the magazine from her and put it back inside the still half-opened drawer.
"Blair."
She raised her eyebrows in question.
"It's our wedding night."
"I'm aware, Chuck." She reached for the drawer handle again but he caught her wrist before she got there.
"Do you know what newlyweds do on their wedding night?" he asked, speaking slowly as if to a child.
Her lips parted but then she gave him a cool smile.
"No one's stopping you, Chuck."
He smirked.
"Do what you like with me," she said simply, readjusting herself so she was lying flat on top of the covers.
He told himself those words should thrill him, should get him hotter than he was when he saw her walk out of the bathroom, but they were so casual, cold almost, very blasé. When she closed her eyes and folded her hands across her stomach again, he became very disgruntled, but continued to undress himself regardless.
"Don't forget to put a condom on," she said, her eyes still shut. "I absolutely refuse to be impregnated by you, especially on my wedding night."
He chuckled.
"Don't worry, Waldorf, I always come prepared."
Soon, he was hovering over her. She kept her eyes firmly shut.
"I'm here," he cooed.
"I know," she sighed.
His brows furrowed. "Look at me."
She opened her eyes. "Making demands already?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Well, it would help if you could get a little more involved here."
"How much more involved can I get?"
He scoffed. "Well, for starters, you could kiss me."
She rolled her eyes. "So I have to initiate things? Didn't I do enough when I walked out of the bathroom in this?" She gestured to her ensemble.
He looked her over again and felt himself harden.
"Definitely appealing, I agree, but…"
"Well, that settles it then." She reached her hand out for the drawer again, which he reluctantly didn't manage to stop in time for her to pull out another object. This time a sleeping mask which she promptly put on.
He scoffed.
She lifted one corner of it to look at him.
"Something wrong?" she asked innocently.
"Hell, yes," he ground out. "We should be fucking, not…whatever this is."
Annoyed, now, she ripped off her mask and sat up, sending some of her curls flying and narrowed her eyebrows.
"I'm right here, Chuck. I'm not stopping you from doing whatever you want to do. So, quit complaining and just do something already."
His mouth opened and closed and then his eyes narrowed angrily.
"You're not involved here. By far, you're being more difficult than any of the virgins I've ever bedded in my life," he spat.
She scoffed. "I'm sorry about your lack of enthusiasm, Chuck. Truly. But we both know what this is. Don't pretend it's anything else."
"What? An arranged marriage?"
She looked at him coolly, acknowledging the statement.
"So, you won't give me one good fuck cause I'm not in love with you? You're not in love with me either."
"You are incapable of love. That's not what this is about and you know it."
He grumbled and climbed off of her and stepped back into his boxers.
"You're overthinking this, Waldorf."
She got off the bed and crossed her arms across her chest.
"You want a good fuck?"
He spun around. "Yeah. Just one time, Blair. That can't be too much for your mind to comprehend."
She smiled slyly.
"Look no further then."
His shoulder relaxed, the tension easing out of him.
"You have to get involved, Blair. Participate."
"Oh, you won't have to worry about me participating," she said with a smile.
He felt warm and slid into a smarmy smirk.
"I'm glad to hear that." He started walking towards her, but she put her hand on his chest before he reached her.
He looked down at it and back at her face, then frowned.
"This way," she said, leading him in the direction of the pool.
He felt his blood pump faster and his heart start racing. Sex in the pool on his wedding night. How much hotter could it get? When they arrived on the scene to find a busty blonde, brunette and redhead in barely there black bikinis sitting on the pool steps, Chuck froze and then looked at her.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Your wedding present." She smiled pristinely.
His eyebrows furrowed, his highly jacked libido was telling him this was the best night of his life. Not only had he married one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen, but she wanted to consummate their marriage with three additional hot women.
There was a catch though. And he knew that in the way that her eyes twinkled and her smile widened.
"You want to consummate our marriage with them?"
She laughed. "Oh Chuck, of course not. You wanted a good fuck, didn't you?"
He turned slightly in question.
"Well, you and I both know I can't give you that."
His lips parted.
"After all, I'm still a virgin." She winked and walked away. "I won't wait up." She closed the sliding door shutting him off from the bedroom and returned to the bed to read her magazine and shortly after call Serena on her success.
For his part, Chuck turned back to the sultry looking ladies just waiting to be ravaged and in that moment could honestly say that he had never been more torn in his life.
And it wasn't just because his father had sworn to cut him off (meaning, his funds) temporarily if he couldn't manage to stay faithful during that whole first year of marriage.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Softspoken will be updated next. =) Also, this preview basically cuts out the second half of 1x07, which is why it's AU but in that ep. The NB break-up scenario will prob still be implied, but Bart doesn't come back and approve Victrola, and neither does the CB hook-up happen.