Title: Pillow Talk
Summary: What if B had woken up when C snuck into her bed? And what if B had been okay with it?
Rating: M
Timeline: Between "Woman on the Verge" 1x17 and "Much 'I Do' About Nothing" 1x18
Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, I would've included a scene with C sneaking into B's bed.
Pillow Talk
Gossip Girl here, you're one and only source to the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite. Last we saw, C was escorting B into his limo. You know what they say, Upper East Siders, history has a habit of repeating itself. Last we saw our former It Girl she was drunk of her ass at a cheap bar. Poor Lonely Boy, didn't anyone tell him that nothing good lasts forever. You know you love me.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
Blair felt the presence in her bed almost immediatly. Something warm being pressed against her.
"Bass, what are you doing in my bed?" Blair says, trying to sound annoyed. With his warmth against her it was hard to concentrate on what she wanted to say next.
"Cold." Is his only response.
"I'm sorry, Basshole. Did I give you permission to sleep in my bed with me?" Blair muttered.
"It's never bothered you before," He rasped in her ear, his hand moving to press against her waist.
She hadn't been with him like this for so long that him touching her anywhere made it very hard to concentrate. The warmth of his palm pressing against her waist was sending shivers down her spine. "Blame temporary insanity." She finally manged.
"The only temporary insanity you've ever had, Waldorf, is when you went back to Nate. Tell me was it the same with him? Was he able to scratch your itch?"
She swatted at his arm, hitting it hard.
"Fuck!" He cursed rubbing his forearm.
"What Nate and I did inside that hotel room is none of your fucking business." She snapped shoving him. "Get out of my bed. Actually, you might as well leave."
"Arthur went home for the night." Chuck protested. "And I had to listen to Nate go on and on about how amazing it was. How he was so glad that he could have you. So that makes it my fucking business."
"Take a taxi." She said. "And don't act like I hurt you Bass. What I did to you wasn't nearly half as bad as what you did to me. I was dethroned."
"A figment of the past," He said. "True queens claw their way to the top which is exactly what you did. And if you think I'm going to sit in the back of a taxi, you need to get your head checked."
"Oh my god, fine! Stay here." She grumbled to herself. "But Chuck, I swear on all that is holy that if you so much as touch me while I'm sleeping I will end you. You'll be six feet under before the sun rises. Understood?"
"Fine." Was all he said. He turned on his side.
Chuck wasn't sure how long it had been since they'd been like this last. He knew that the last time they'd had sex was the night before Cotillion, and it had been absolutely wonderful. But he wasn't sure the last time they had just slept together without sex. No touching, just sleeping.
When he felt her warm body press against his he smirked. So this was her plan. Act like she wanted nothing to do with him, then rub up on him while she thought he was sleeping. He was about to respond on it when he realized that she was sleeping.
Soon, they were in a spooning position, Chuck's arm around her silk-clad waist, and Blair's head on his chest. Now, Chuck Bass absolutely despised spooning. He thought it was stupid considering that the girl would be up and out of his bed the next day. But then, after Chuck took Blair back to his suite for more sex, they had spooned. The thing was, he had spooned her first, not the other way around. And suddenly he got it. He loved holding this insatiable woman in his arms while she slept, loved being able to kiss across her neck while she was sleeping.
He wanted to kiss her. God, did he ever. He yearned for the feel of her soft, sinfully sexy lips to be pressed against his. She looked so innocent when she slept, a small smile on her lips, small little snores (though Chuck had a feeling if he asked her about that she would deny the snoring, even if it was just a little bit), her nose wrinkling occasionally. But Chuck wasn't naive. He knew from experience of the vixen that lay beneath her prim and proper exterior. Yes, Chuck knew that he could bring out the Devil in her. But he would burn in Hell for all eternity if it meant she would rule.
Every night after Victrola, she was all he thought about. Thought about the way her long legs wrapped around his waist when he was over her, the way she would cry out as he delivered every promise that he would whisper seductively in her ear. Oh yes. Blair Waldorf loved it when Chuck dirty talked her. She acted like she didn't like it in public when he would make shameless comments about what he would rather be doing, but in the bedroom, she revelled in it. The second he started to dirty talk her, her legs would tighten around his waist, or she would pounce him. He would talk to her through her orgasms, telling her how beautiful she was, and how he wanted her to scream for him, scream his name.
But it wasn't just about her physical attributes. She was smart as a whip, and was his most preferred partner when it came to scheming. After all, no one could plan a scheme like Chuck and Blair. Her insecurities clouded her brain, and he reminded her that she was beautiful, that every part of her, the dreamer, the vixen, the bitch, it was all gorgeous to him. He'd been drunk at the time, but he remembered telling her how beautiful she was.
"Chuck?" Blair whispered softly opening her eyes to look at him. Her eyes, a doe brown were so innocent, but he knew they could be downright sinful when she wanted them to be. "What time is it?"
"Only two-thirty. Get some sleep." He whispered, stroking her hair.
"I'm not tired," She whispered back.
"But you need to be well rested tomorrow, Blair. After all we have to take down Whorgina."
"Mmm," She moaned softly into his neck. "I don't want to think about that slut right now."
It was obvious that Blair was half-asleep, because there was no way she would give him this much affection if she wasn't. He was happy to recieve it however.
"Well," He murmured tracing the strap of her slip to where it slipped. "Could I offer you to tire you out?"
He'd meant it as a joke of course, because it would be a cold day in Hell before Blair Waldorf-
"Okay."
"Blair, I-" He tried, unable to form any words.
"Shh," She whispered, taking his hand and putting it on her thigh. "Chuck I need this. I need…fuck." She trailed of into a moan when his fingers began to caress her through the thin material of her panties.
"You like that, don't you, Blair? Did you miss this?" He whispered seductively as he pushed his fingers inside her. She was so deliciously wet that the sound of his fingers slipping in and out of her was heard over the soft moans she was letting out.
"Yes." She cried out as his thumb pressed against her clit. "That's so good,"
"But what if I put my tongue here?" Chuck rasped against her ear as his fingers pushed inside of her again.
"Yes, please Chuck. Do it."
And he did.
He never took her that night, although she'd asked him to over and over.
"I will take you, Blair, but it won't be tonight. I'm not going to have you regret what we do together."
"I don't," She whispered, in her post colital bliss. Chuck wouldn't take her, but he'd made up for that by making her orgasm as many times as he could with his lips, tougue, and fingers. "I just tell you that I regret it because I feel like if I tell you how I really feel, you'll do a full 180 and tell me that I mean nothing to you. What you did to me was horrible, Chuck, and I don't think I'm a horrible person for not being able to fully trust you again."
They were spooning again, but this time Blair was naked and Chuck was only wearing his pants.
"I know what I did to you was horrible. I should've never said what I said, but I had to watch my best friend, your ex, have his tongue down your throat, and then he had the gall to wink at me!"
She could tell he was getting jealous, so she put a hand on his chest and ran the other through his hair. "Well, Nate thought you wanted him to be with me, remember? 'Seal the deal'? 'Tap that ass'?"
"How did you-" He started, but she effectively cut him off.
"Pillow talk. He's horrible at it. At everything really. I'm not sure why Serena ever hooked up with him. It wasn't even that good. I had to fake my orgasm." She complained.
He chuckled before pulling her into a kiss. "Do your fake your orgasms when your with me?"
She rolls her eyes at him. "You already know the answer to that, Bass. Beside's, you have concrete evidence that I don't."
"That I do," He kissed across her neck, making her sigh.
"I missed this. Just laying here with you and talking. With or without clothes." She admitted.
"Are you going to deny ever having said any of this tomorrow?" Chuck asked.
"It's going to inflate your ego a hell of a lot, but no, Chuck. I let this happen. It wasn't a mistake. None of it ever was. The only mistake I made was screwing Archibald. While wearing your necklace. I still feel horrible about that by the way."
"It's in the past, Blair." He saw the tears that were sliding down her cheeks. "Don't cry, Waldorf. Don't waste your tears on me."
"But I hurt you," She whispers. "I never should've slept with him. I did it for revenge. For what you did to me that night. I just feel so shitty. I hate myself."
"Blair don't fucking say that. I've hurt you too." Chuck whispers, kissing her tears away. "We've hurt each other. It hasn't been the first, but it sure as Hell won't be our last."
"How do you feel about me, Chuck? If you even feel anything at all." She whispered.
"Don't say that, Blair," He chided. "I think… that you are unlike any one I've ever been with. Did you know that before you I never slept with the same girl, twice. And then you came along and… I couldn't sleep, I felt sick, like there was something in my stomach…"
"Fluttering," She finished for him, before he caught her lips in a kiss. "So what does this make us?"
"I would like to… If you'll have me I would want to be your…" He wasn't sure how to go about this. He wanted to be with her, to wake up next to her, to talk with her like this, but in higher throes of passion.
"Fuckbuddy?" Blair tried to fill in the blank. "Booty call? Girlfriend?"
"The last one," He admitted, running his finger down the side of her neck.
"I'm sorry, Bass but I'm not sure what you mean. I think you'll have to say it in a sentence for me." She teased.
"You're impossible," He said with an eye-roll.
She rolled them over so she was on top of him and pressed her naked body down on his semi-clothed one. She nipped at his ear. "And, insatiable. You're words, not mine."
He pulled her bedsheet over them, and looked at her. "It's a fucking icebox in here. Why do you keep your AC so high?"
She smacked his arm. "Don't change the subject, Basshole!"
"I love it when you talk dirty, Blair," He smarmed running his hand up her bare thigh.
"Stop trying to distract me, Chuck." She whispered as her eyes were threatening to roll back.
"Blair your completely naked on top of me and you want to talk about distractions?" He smirked at her.
"Bass I swear to God if you don't answer my question, I'll kick you out right now. Don't underestimate me."
"Fine." He said, moving to where they were both sitting, and gently pushed Blair down to lay on her back. "Blair Cornelia Waldorf," He whispered as he kissed across her neck. "You beautiful, sexy, insatiable, vixen," Now her head was tilted back and the sheet was around her waist allowing her ample access to her body. "I want to be your boyfriend."
"Why?" She asked through soft sighs.
"Because," He cupped her breasts, causing her to moan softly. "Ever since Victrola, I haven't been able to go a single second without wanting you exactly like this. Without wanting you in my arms, on top of me, under me-"
"Okay, you made your point." She said but he cut her off.
"No, I'm not done. If you want a confession, you're getting one. Every time I've seen you with Nate, and he's been so fucking oblivious about what you want, about what you need, it infuriates me to no end, because he doesn't deserve you."
"And you do?" She asked.
"Waldorf, I don't think there's a single man on this planet who deserves you. Not even the prince of England. But if you'll have me, I want you to be happy, however it's acheived."
"Yes." She whispers, starry-eyed.
"Yes?" Chuck asks for confirmation, feeling his heart fluttering.
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." She says with a smile.
He smirks at her. "Looks like you've just caught yourself a Bass." His hands entangle into her hair and he kisses her with everything he's feeling. Happiness, for the first time in a while, passion for being able to land this insatiable minx, lust for being able to be the only guy who gets to see her like this. Fuck Nate. Fuck any other guy who even looks in her direction. She's his.
"I think I hooked you a long time ago, Bass." Blair smirks at him when he pulls away from her, tracing his lips with her finger. "Will you take me now?"
"I sincerely hope that you didn't make me just barf hearts and rainbows at you just so I would have sex with you."
She laughs. "Chuck you should know me better. I know how important your feelings are to you. I wouldn't exploit your emotions like that."
"I know, baby," He nuzzles her neck, peppering kisses across the spot that makes her toes curl.
"Mmm," She sighs, threading a hand through his hair. "I like that. You should call me that more often."
"I intend to, beautiful," He whispers. "But Blair, although I am thrilled that I can call you my girlfriend, I want to take it…"
"Slow?" She whispers.
"No, baby, not slow." He whispered. "I just want to wait until tomorrow, I want to take you to my suite, and make love to every single inch of you. I want to do it right."
Her heart is practically pounding out of her chest, and he pressed his lips over her beating heart causing her to sigh.
"I know you do," She said curling her arms around his back. "Tomorrow can be a new beginning for both you and your father."
"Come away with me for the summer." He whispered.
"The whole summer? I promised Daddy and Roman that I would visit them in Paris." Her heart was beating so fast and she didn't know if it was because of the promise that summer held, or her boyfriend's roaming hands that had moved from her breasts to her hips to her thighs to her-
"Oh," She moaned softly as his fingers drew through her slick folds. "Chuck…"
"Can't you spend one month with your them and one with me? We could go to Tuscany… maybe Bora Bora."
"I think that I would- God," She moaned out as his fingers plunged into her, stretching her in all the right ways.
"Yes?" He whispered, hitting a rough spot with his fingers.
"Yes!" She cried out as she went over the edge, coming onto his hand.
She panted softly, her chest heaving. He moved so that he was beside her, and held her in his arms, peppering kisses across her collerbones.
"Don't worry, B," He crooned in her ear. "From tomorrow night, and every day afterward, I promise to thoroughly ravish you."
"You better, Bass," She retorted. "This itch won't scratch itself."
He smirked at her and held her close. "It could."
"But it won't, Bass. You better make sure of it."
He kissed her forehead. "You won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow night," He promised.
"I'll be holding you to that, Chuck." She whispers, feeling herself drift off into sleep.
Chuck picks up her phone from her nightstand, sending a text to someone.
Dorota, don't come into my room unless I call for you, please.
Oh, yes. He was going to wake her up tomorrow the proper way. He wouldn't take her but… oral was an acceptable alternative.
"Goodnight, Blair." He whispered before kissing his girlfriend's forehead.
She mumbled something incoherent before pressing her head against his chest.
I must be the luckiest bastard on the planet.
Alright, I guess I do long one-shots now. The last few chapters/one-shots I've written have been pretty long, so I guess they will all be. On another note, I am seriously considering doing a If-C-Hadn't-Dumped-B-In-Season-One AU. I've just been writing a lot about the possibility of them staying together in Season One and AHEM a certain Basshole for cheating on Blair. Honestly, every time I see that episode, I'm like "Yay! Happy endings! Chair is the only one that matters! At least they got a happy- wait, Chuck, what the fuck are you doing? No, don't cheat, your girl is waiting for you. Don't you fucking- DAMMIT. FUCK YOU. But really, this would've been better. So tell me should I? Should I not? I don't fucking know. Also, I got a one-week break from school, but it's been also kicking my ass lately. Not to worry, though. I can pass geometry (No I fucking can't because it's fucking impossible). So this is obviously AU and the whole I-want-nothing-to-do-with-you facade we saw from Blair in the last episode of S1 is nonexistent, so yeah. Should I do a whole fic on this story-line or just put different parts like I've been doing? Let me know. Reviews also help me a hell of a lot. They really fuel my writing fire. I know I say that every fucking time but it's true. So if you want a timeline, Pillow Talk (this one-shot) is Part One, Tuscan Sun is Part Two, and Into The Shadows is Part Three. Why their jumbled around like this, I don't fucking know. But I really hope you guys enjoyed this.
Toodles!
-R