Chapter Two: The Complete Victor, Victrola (Two Years Later)
There were two distinct types of women that Chuck found desirable: the restless and the unobtainable. The restless women were, obviously, more abundant in his life. They were drawn to him. They were women without shame, women who were no strangers to intimacy and did not deny it. They danced, they drank, and they made love without regret. Yes, they normally struck Chuck as being extremely sexy and above all else, fearless. Serena was the sort of girl who embodied all that the restless women had to offer. She wore a white smile framed by free lips, and cared little for the opinions of others. She was the life of the party and that's how it had always been.
Chuck did, additionally, agree that there was something to say about the unobtainable women. Over the years, he had discovered that there were two separate groups of those sort of women that varied in levels of attractiveness. Some women were unobtainable because of the presence of a man in their lives. It was sexy when a woman bent the rules for him, though he had always seen those women as conquests rather than actual partners. They were a challenge, a boost of confidence and nothing more. There were also women deemed unobtainable based on their own standards. Those women were classier than the others, with fine taste and superiority complexes. Blair was both forms of unobtainable; she had been spoken for by Nate for as long as he could remember, while also proclaiming herself to be an elegant queen who demanded the world. Not to mention the fact that she based her power on the fact that she was a virgin.
Chuck had been attracted to Blair for as long as he had known her, much longer than even Nate had liked her. He had wanted her more consistently than he had ever wanted anyone. He noticed everything about her, from the smile that lightly danced across her lips when he was around to the crack in her voice whenever Serena came up in conversation. She had always cracked, whether she realized it or not. For a while, Nate and Blair had been toxic for one another, especially when it came to Serena. It was an ongoing mystery as to how much Nate truly cared for Blair, though Chuck knew that she was currently more of an obligation to the blonde boy rather than a priority. She deserved more than anything to be a priority.
But they were no longer Nate and Blair, and to Chuck that was a beautiful thing. Though his intentions weren't pure, Chuck was still able to appreciate the fact that she was beautiful herself. Blair walked in such a way that portrayed her greatness, each movement radiating sophistication and pride. She had always possessed a rather delicate figure, but her hips had widened slightly and her chest had developed tremendously over the past year. Everything about her secretly made him tick…especially the softness of her voice despite her cool exterior when she'd pulled up to Victrola.
"I think we just broke up…"
"Ready to leave so soon?" Chuck asked, smirking as he lifted her crumpled green dress from its place on the red velvet love seat. He handed it to her quickly, watching her eyes as they began to sober up. She was wonderful.
Blair sighed, though, and smiled in resignation, "I should get home before I do something I regret, Bass. I've had enough fun for one night and I can't have Penelope and the girls thinking that I've fallen off the throne."
There had been a mysterious air of curiosity and rebelliousness that had come over her. The idea of being one with the thunder of the music, one with the decadent women on Victrola's stage, seemed to enchant her. It was invigorating, really. All of the attention was on her and that was something that she had been craving for a while. No matter how many times she had told herself that Nate's focus was on her, or that Serena wasn't the true queen between the two of them, there had always been an underlying doubt that consumed her every thought when given the chance. And for once in her life, she'd been the center of it all. Beautiful, seductive, free. If Nate could be free, then so could she.
And even afterwards, when her judgement was returning, along with her recollection of the events that had unfolded in front of her building, she didn't regret it. She felt alive. She adored being the envy of all who witnessed her performance. The women had looked up at her with jealousy. The men had looked up at her with lust. So many sins in so short a time.
As she slung the green dress over her arm, she felt his eyes on her. He'd been watching her the entire time, and she couldn't deny that his attention was intoxicating. Chuck didn't care about anything or anyone, and he never had. Blair knew that, yet she couldn't help but notice how closely he'd watched her every movement on stage, how his lips had parted in surprise, how his eyes had met hers with a level of fascination that had never been shown to her. She loved it, and for once in her life, she loved the idea of being carefree like Chuck Bass.
She swallowed as she looked him over. He'd always been attractive, though in a way that usually terrified her rather than excited her. The curve of his lips, his powerful jawline, and his strong hands…she wanted them. Blair blinked at the realization. She wanted Chuck Bass's hands touching her. Why did that make sense? Of course, he was just as devious as she was. He got off on a takedown just as much as she did. He knew his place in the world, as did she, and he didn't settle for those who paid him no attention. He demanded attention, and it was strangely attractive. She swallowed as his dark as met hers, a secret question in them, though his mouth asked a different question than the one she wanted to hear.
"Are you going to put that back on before we go?" he asked, looking at the limp green fabric she was holding up with one arm.
She looked down at it. Her mother had picked the dress out especially for that evening with the Archibalds. It was elegant and mature, exactly the kind of image that Blair had always wanted to convey about herself. However, when she looked at it, all she saw was her relationship with Nate. She saw her dreams of the future, their marriage and children and eternal love, sewn into the seams of it. She saw their past in the fabric, in the delicate patterns of lace and the simple color. It was aggravating, really, the anger that was continually building up inside of her when she thought of Nate. She sighed loudly and silently wished she had another drink.
"Never again, actually," she said sweetly, handing the dress back to Chuck.
Chuck's eyebrows shot up, and a slow smirk made its way across his face. He liked this side of Blair, the side of her that no longer enjoyed the sensation of being on the end of Nathaniel's leash. She kept looking up at him with those big brown eyes, filled with wonder and dripping with unmasked desire. It was intriguing to say the least, and found himself imagining what it would feel like to be the one lying on top of her half-naked like Nate had been that day over a year ago. Blair's body was so, so beautiful.
She wished she could read his mind. His face was so clouded, so handsome in the dim lights of Victrola. He began to bite his lip slowly, an incredibly sexy motion that caused Blair to inhale sharply and picture him biting much more interesting places.
"Arthur should be pulling around front any minute," Chuck said, clearing his throat slightly. Blair nodded, taking a step toward him, noting how thin her slip suddenly felt. How incredibly thin.
"Thanks for the lift home," Blair murmured as she glanced around the interior of Chuck's limo. It was a sanctuary of sex and illegal substances, both of which B knew she was inexperienced with. It sort of haunted her, really, that after so many years of being with Nate, she had never actually been with Nate. Chuck had been with hundreds of girls, yet the pull to him seemed so strong. She'd never felt that same sort of longing for Nate, even if she was in love with him. She swallowed hard and looked over at him.
He immediately met her gaze, holding all of the tensions in the world between their two hot bodies. He began to look over her nearly exposed chest, commenting softly, "You were…amazing up there."
Blair's lips parted slightly, and she decided that the next words she uttered were going to be chosen with extreme care. She looked at his proud mouth, his perfect lips, and saw a chance. She pictured them exploring her exposed skin, and that alone was enough to drive her crazy. A thousand thoughts began to circle her mind then, all of them involving her ex-boyfriend's perfect lips and large hands. She shivered.
It wouldn't be right, would it? She and Nate had just broken up. That was something that Chuck couldn't ignore. Nathaniel was his best friend. Blair was, interestingly enough, also one of his best friends. They were both special to him, but the fire he saw in her eyes and the heat he felt flowing from her in the back of his limo was undeniable. It was magnetic. Her thin body was so close to his, he wanted to just reach out and ravage her. Her deep brown eyes looked like they were begging him to do so, and before he could continue to fantasize about her, she closed the space between them and forced her lips against his.
She was sweet and soft…so unlike any other woman he had ever been with. He wanted to savor her, to prove to her that the pleasure he could show her would be better than anything Blair could have ever imagined. Better than anything Nate could show her. However, she was the one initiating such events, and it baffled him. It ignited a swelling feeling inside of him, a familiar feeling that would lead to an act that neither of them would be able to take back.
He pulled away from her slightly, long enough to ask, "Are you sure?"
She paused, remembering the afternoon in Nate's bed that Chuck had so conveniently walked in on. Nate had asked her the same question, with the same level of caution in his voice. Except when it had been her longtime boyfriend asking, she had responded out of obligation and not personal lust. With Chuck, though, there was no obligation. She didn't owe him anything. She knew that what she felt was pure independence, spontaneity, and a deep craving for him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had always noticed him, playing with women but looking at her. It was attractive, really, the amount of times she had found him staring at her or dismissed his quicks innuendos toward her. Chuck Bass was a young man who knew what he wanted and who he wanted, and she had no trouble accepting the fact that in that moment he wanted Blair Waldorf. Nate had never shown her such courtesy, truly.
Instead of verbally responding, she responded with another kiss. Chuck's lips were firm, but not unpleasantly so. They left a certain feeling of want engrained in her own lips, and as he deepened the kiss, Blair felt like her head was spinning. Something about this situation, this completely insane and completely wrong situation, felt so wonderfully right. A low moan escaped Chuck's throat as she moved even closer to him.
She was intoxicating. Chuck slipped his tongue past her perfect lips and felt her react positively. Her hands made their way to the front of his shirt. Her hands were surprisingly thorough in finding and undoing the buttons. And all the while, her lips never left his. Chuck's hands couldn't help but make their way to her skin. He traced his fingertips up the side of her bare arm, and once his hand reached her shoulder, he began to slide the strap of her sexy slip down. She stiffened slightly against him, and Chuck couldn't decide whether to persist and soothe her with his experience or halt his efforts and preserve the friendship.
However, Blair began to kiss him again, and instead of freezing up like he believed she would, she actually helped him drag the strap down herself. Chuck swallowed, ready to pursue any opportunity she was willing to give him. It was only a matter of time before he wouldn't be able to stop himself from continuing.
Hey Upper East Siders! So, I'm just letting you know that if you aren't into the whole rated M stuff, the next chapter is going to contain it. You can just skip ahead if you don't want to read it but I personally love when stories include the secret interactions and rated m stuff between Chuck and Blair so I wanted to include it. Thanks lovelies! And reviews are welcome!