Hello darlings, so from this point on I will be including some things from the actual plotline on the show, but also incorporating my own twist on things that could have happened. I will be jumping from scene to scene, and I hope that it isn't confusing or anything! I'll try my best to make it obvious what is going on, sometimes I get ahead of myself and just assume that because I know what I'm meaning to say, everyone else does too. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and, if you do, I love feedback! Xoxo, M
Chapter Three: The Morning (and Night) After
Blair tried and failed to sit up in bed, unaware of the time. Her head throbbed uncontrollably, her hair was a matted mess, and her body, well…her body ached all over. She wouldn't believe that it had happened if she wasn't so sore. She'd stumbled up to her room discreetly afterward, every inch of her skin still on fire. Even in her bed that morning, she could remember every single detail of the night before. God, you're perfect.
Her phone vibrated on the dainty bedside table and she froze. Was it Chuck or Nate? Which of them did she even want it to be? She covered her face with her hands, feeling her cheeks suddenly turn red as she filled with shame. What a mess she had gotten herself into.
But did she regret it? She'd been in a trance last night, completely under the spell of Chuck and his touch. She'd wanted him to kiss her, everywhere. She'd wanted him to make her feel good and he had. But she didn't know what it all meant now. He'd been with hundreds of girls, no doubt, and why would she be any different? She sighed, accepting that she didn't expect anything from him. How could she when she had obviously expected so much from Nate and it had gone nowhere?
She didn't deserve this right now. She didn't deserve to be overwhelmed by this decision so close to her birthday. It just wasn't fair, but she couldn't force herself to stop thinking about it.
Nate was a liar. Chuck, for all of his faults, was pretty honest. He didn't pretend to be better than he was, while Nate simply put on a mask that seemed so much more beautiful and put together than reality allowed him to be. A certain amount of anger welled up inside of her chest, ready to explode, but all feelings of distain and detestation simmered when she looked at the picture on the bedside table.
It was a picture of them, the summer before sophomore year, before the Shepard wedding, before their break up, and before her tumble with Chuck in the back of the limo the previous night. They had been taking a walk through Central Park, with Nate's arm around her waist and her head on his shoulder. He was looking down at her and she was looking up at him, a sweet, blissful smile on both of their faces. Blair had to admit that she'd never failed to smile around him in the past. He'd always been her prince charming, her Linus Larrabee, her Joe Bradley, and her Peter Joshua. He'd been everything she'd ever wanted. Just because he was going through difficult times with his family didn't mean that he didn't love her. Though, there was the whole Serena thing that she couldn't ignore.
She sunk down between the sheets in resignation. Yes, she was mad at Nate, and yes, things were about to be insane with Chuck, but what if that part of her life was going to be harder to give up than she thought? What if she couldn't give it up at all? Chuck would have to understand, right? He could just go back to being himself and they could pretend that it had never happened. She sighed as she thought about Chuck and the possibility that it meant nothing to him after all. She was ok with that, right? It made things easier in the end.
Of course, she would be haunted by the touch of his lips, but maybe it would have been just as amazing with Nate. Maybe.
But Chuck had been so hot, and she couldn't deny their chemistry. Of course, she thought to herself, nothing could be easy so close to my birthday.
She reached for her phone, feeling her stomach lurch as she saw the message.
Chuck looked at himself in the mirror and assessed his situation. Every morning but that one, he had woken up with a girl or two in his bed: a faceless, nameless girl who would be soon forgotten and replaced. He liked that system, for it allowed for little emotion and plenty of pleasure. That's who he was, that's who he had always been, and he liked that about himself. So why couldn't he stop thinking about her?
Blair was special. Blair was unobtainable, yet he'd obtained her, and the thought of her was still just as sweet as it had been before. He knew her body now, he knew her noises and her weaknesses, but he still craved her. That had never happened. Unobtainable women were only attractive for as long as they were out of reach. But not Blair Waldorf. Not the soon-to-be birthday girl.
He looked in the mirror and he saw two things, two different versions of himself staring back at him. The first person he saw was ashamed. Nate was his best friend, and Nate and Blair had basically been engaged since kindergarten. He'd betrayed that, even if Nate was constantly looking past Blair and at her best friend. It was still a betrayal. It was something that seemed to be an unforgivable offense. Chuck swallowed as he pondered that truth. The second person he saw was…satisfied. He appreciated Blair more than Nate did, even if nobody was aware of it. And oh, how he'd enjoyed her. He wanted to continue enjoying her. To that part of Chuck, it didn't matter that she was seemingly off limits. He'd always been curious about her and he was simply satisfied with his findings. Did that make him a monster?
His phone lit up beside him and he inhaled deeply, wondering if it was her. Despite the sender, who wasn't Blair, there was a pang of curiosity as he saw the alert on his screen. He opened the message, his mouth pulling itself into a tight line as he decided what it could mean for his next move.
It had all happened so fast. His father was a completely different person than Nate thought. His mother was always on his father's side, so he didn't know where he currently stood with her. Blair had ended things abruptly, and he really couldn't decide how he felt about it. On the one hand, he cared for her. Even if he'd wronged her in the past, Nate didn't want to hurt Blair or be the cause of any problems for her. His family was a mess, after all, nobody deserved to be dragged into it. On the other hand, it was probably for the best. Serena was always on his mind, in his thoughts, and in his dreams. He knew he had been unfair to Blair in that regard and this situation seemed to put an end to that confusion.
Was he being too hasty? Was there something about Blair that he had somehow overlooked, that he could try to recognize in her once again? He knew he'd be lying if he said he was in love with her. She didn't set his senses on fire and she didn't rouse excitement in him just by being in the same room like Serena did. Blair just wasn't that girl. But she was a special, loyal person to him in his time of need. He just couldn't decide if it was worth it to try to keep her around right now.
His phone went off from inside his pocket, signaling a new message. He inhaled deeply, ready to face his problems head on if that message happened to be from Blair. It was almost her birthday, after all.
Good Morning, Upper East Siders, have I got a treat for you. Rumor has it that a certain young miss was seen entering her building in the wee hours of the morning in a certain, shall we say, unladylike fashion? Is it possible that our Queen B has been claiming her king, once and for all? Well, Blair, it certainly seems that we will have our cake and eat it too, just in time for your seventeenth year. Xoxo.
Nate's brows knitted themselves. He and Blair had parted early the night before. The last thing he'd known was that she was heading over to Victrola to celebrate Chuck's entrepreneurial victory without Nate to accompany her. It wasn't like Blair to get drunk and have to be taken home in the middle of the night. He didn't believe that for a second.
But there was, somehow, a picture attached to the gossip girl blast. Blair was attempting to cover her face as she was running into her building, wearing her slip and carrying her dress from dinner. His eyes widened. What had even gone down the night before? And did he want to know? Did he care? He frowned, realizing that he did indeed. He had to make sure she was ok, after all, and he was certain that the Blair he knew would be expecting his call.
Blair wasn't a religious young woman, but in times of uncertainty such as that morning, she felt the need to repent. Her confession was, in a word, uncensored. Her emotions were rushing. She was starting to feel more and more like Chuck had taken advantage of the situation and less like she needed to be angry with Nate. It was a mess. She was a mess. The priest had told her to 'try to avoid those who might cause her to stray', and that's exactly what was going on with Chuck, wasn't it? With his lingering kisses, firm hands, his addictive body…ugh. She did what she always did and tried to run from the problem. She would just avoid Chuck.
She exited the church with a clear mind, if nothing else. The events of the previous night didn't have to change anything. She knew that Chuck wouldn't make it a bigger deal than it was, but Chuck wasn't necessarily the problem; it was the way he made her act and feel that was really hazardous. She'd never been that cavalier in her life, not even with Nate, and that scared her. He made her feel unlike herself. Besides, it was only a matter of time before Nate questioned her about the picture on gossip girl.
New York was so beautiful in the fall. She loved everything about the season, for it held her birthday, her favorite holiday, and some of the best fashion trends that the companies could offer. Not to mention the colors were perfect complements to her hair and eye color. Blair inhaled the brisk November air, deciding that she would simply start the eve of her birthday as a new woman. She smiled, happy with her choice, and began to walk to walk to the jeweler's.
As if he could feel her mentally releasing him, Chuck pulled up in his limo to disturb her. The window was lowered, and he was looking out at her with his usual smirk. However, the smirk took on an entirely new light thanks to their situation. She remembered kissing him where that smirk was, letting him kiss her most intimate places with that mouth, and she suddenly felt her skin go hot. She was no longer surrounded by the cool wind of autumn, but instead the intense heat of Chuck Bass. Blair felt vulnerable as he smirked at her, as though she were naked before him once again. She swallowed, trying not to think about the previous night and all of its dirty secrets.
"Well this is the last place I'd expect to find you," he called to her.
She avoided looking directly at him, fearing what it might do to her judgement. All the while she held a proud expression, determined to show him exactly how firm she was in her decision to mend things with Nate if she could. That decision didn't involve pursuing another scandalous night with Chuck Bass inside of her. Her body was still sore from the first time, "Go away, Chuck. I've been given orders practically from God himself to avoid you."
Chuck smirked and shook his head slightly, surprisingly turned on by the fact that she seemed so hellbent on dismissing him. The chase was back on, more provocative than ever in his eyes. He had his mind on her body, on the sweet noises she made and the desperate scratches on his back that had left several marks, "Would you consider avoiding me over breakfast?"
She rolled her eyes, wishing that he wasn't so persistent, and said, "Sorry, but as is tradition on the day before my birthday, I'm heading to the jewelers to put some pieces on hold for Eleanor and-"
"Nate? Oh, I don't think he'll be singing 'Happy Birthday' this year," Chuck said, slightly disgusted by the fact that she was then using Nate to push him away.
"No one knows that Nate and I broke up, and it's gonna stay that way so I can fix this, and I don't think your best friend would still be your best friend if he knew-"
"If he knew how much I enjoyed the removal of a certain chastity belt in the back of this very limo?" Chuck said, cutting her off for the second time. He marveled at how her face seemed to grow timid, as though he was actually getting to her. He hated using Nate to do so, but if she was going to play dirty than so was he. Dirty was his specialty.
"From this moment forward, the events of last night will never be mentioned again. Is that clear?" she asked firmly. She was surprised by the certainty in her voice, hoping that it was enough to convince the both of them that the previous night was a complete mistake. She wanted to believe that so badly, though it was obvious that Chuck didn't feel the same way about it. He was almost dedicated, which made her want to laugh out loud. Chuck Bass was not dedicated to anything.
He shrugged slightly, looking up at her as he spoke, "Not as clear as the memory of you purring in my ear, which I have been replaying over and over…"
Blair's face went crimson and her mouth went dry, "Well, erase the tape, because as far as I'm concerned, it never happened."
Chuck scoffed slightly, figuring that the battle was lost but the war was far from over. It wasn't worth arguing with Blair in the streets where anyone could listen. He could imagine that she didn't want to enter the limo, for fear of a repeat offense. He relished that idea, and it caused him to simply retreat his forces to prepare for a much more extravagant attack soon enough.
"I'll see you at your party tonight."
Blair quickly shot back, "You're officially uninvited."
"Never stopped me before," he said, rolling up the window in defeat.
Speak of the devil, and he doth appear, wearing his trademark scarf. Careful, B. Hell hath no fury like a Chuck Bass scorned.
Nate sighed as he watched the minutes roll by. Blair's party was going on and it was only a matter of time before he would be too curious to resist calling her. She wasn't his anymore, so it really wasn't his place to question her and her actions. But he couldn't help himself from picturing the worst, from picturing some random guy at Victrola treating her terribly and dumping her off, half-naked in front of her building. It made something inside of him move, disturbed, as he thought of it.
He knew she'd be expecting him to call at midnight, as was tradition. There were lots of little traditions that they'd maintained (well, that Blair had maintained), and this was one of the few that he felt compelled to keep. He debated swinging by Kati's brother's place and wishing her a happy birthday in person, but he knew that it would only confuse things for himself. He didn't actually want her back, did he? Serena was with Dan. Serena was out of reach, so he decided that that truth was causing him to resort to missing Blair.
But there was something in her voice the night before, something about the way that she'd proclaimed her independence from him that mocked him. She said she didn't need him like his family did, and she was right. Was her realization of her lack of true craving for him simply a spark of his own desire for her? That'd be insane. He'd never been more curious about Blair than he was the moment he saw the picture of her.
Maybe he would call her. Maybe he'd see what the sound of her voice would do to him.
Nate would call, she just knew he would. He couldn't not call on her birthday. No matter what was going on between them, she had never thought him to be downright cruel. It was unfair that she was going through so much mental and physical turmoil at her own birthday party. She hadn't told Serena about any of it and that killed her in itself. But to not know what to do next? That was just not like her at all. Again, she hated how Chuck brought that out in her. She hated that he showed her a side of herself that she'd never been accustomed to. It was exciting when it meant that he was pleasuring her, but otherwise it was terrifying. She couldn't control herself if she didn't understand herself.
"You nauseate me," Blair exclaimed as he stood beside her on the rooftop. She'd felt her self-control begin to slip the moment she heard his voice, and a jab like the one that had just pushed past her lips would hopefully be enough to scare him off.
It wasn't. Instead, it just seemed to fuel his anger and his lust all the more, "All this talk about how you have to be with Nate or the world will end. Face it. It's over."
Blair rolled her big brown eyes and scoffed slightly. She couldn't believe how easily he could throw Nate in her face, "You sound like a jealous boyfriend."
It was him who then scoffed. He couldn't believe that she was still pretending that what had happened in the limo wasn't incredible for both of them. He couldn't imagine being able to think about someone else after a night like the one they shared, "Yeah, right. You wish."
"No," she said suddenly, the truth dawning across her face. It was her worst nightmare, the nightmare that she had been fighting facing all day; Chuck Bass liked her. And she had no idea what to do. Nate was the one she truly wanted, right? Chuck was just an object of lust. He was one of her friends who, in a time of need, managed to soothe her. Oh, how he'd soothed her, "You wish."
"Please. You forget who you're talking to," he spat out acidly.
Shit, he couldn't have her thinking he had actual feelings for her. Her knowing wouldn't erase his fixation, of course, but he didn't want to want more than she did. And she clearly didn't want him over Nate right now. He felt like he was slipping as she continued to make assumptions about his feelings, the feelings he had so carefully concealed for the past several years.
"So do you," she said, her eyebrows raising slightly as her confidence seemed to be returning. He looked the look in her eyes whenever she realized her worth. She asked uncertainly, "Do you…like me?"
What did she even want the answer to be at this point? They were stepping closer together with each heated word, and she swallowed as she waited for his response. Again, Chuck Bass didn't like anyone, least of all girls who required boys to work for their affections.
"Define 'like'," he said, feeling that that answer seemed neutral enough for her to interpret it how she would. But it backfired almost immediately and he regretted it.
"You have got to be kidding me. I do not believe this," she said, folding her arms across her chest. Her face was torn, and he took in the sight of her while he could.
He watched as her breathing deepened. He watched her chest rise and fall slower and slower, and wanted his hands on her right then and there. There was nothing he wanted more, but he refrained from resorting to talk of sex. The subject of conversation was more serious than that, "How do you think I feel? I haven't slept. I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach, fluttering."
"Butterflies? No, No, No, No, No, No, No. This is not happening," she said, her voice sounding slightly broken. The last thing he wanted to do was trouble her, but in a way, he enjoyed the confusion she was feeling. She was obviously thinking about his body, too, for her eyes kept glancing over to it. She would look up and down, assessing him as he was her, and even her proud words couldn't mask that look in her eyes.
"Believe me, no one is more surprised or ashamed than I am," he lied. What else was he supposed to do? He'd let his emotions slip and the only damage control when she didn't automatically reciprocate them was to pretend that they were unwanted. He had to pretend that she meant nothing and that he wasn't thinking about her every minute of the day now.
She was no better internally, but she had maintained enough control to not let her tongue mess anything up for her. Blair had worked hard to give off the impression that Nate was the only one who she wanted, the only one who could make her happy. It was difficult and growing increasingly more so now that Chuck wasn't acting like himself. What was she to do? Admit that she, for once in her life, didn't know what she wanted? Of course not. She was Blair Waldorf. She didn't second guess herself openly, and that wasn't going to change just because she couldn't stop thinking about him being inside of her so sweetly. She continued, "Chuck, you know that I adore all of God's creatures and the metaphors that they inspire, but those butterflies have got to be murdered."
"Fine," he said, his voice coming across more harshly than he'd meant it to, "It wasn't that great anyway."
That was a lie. That was an absolute lie and it tasted bad on his tongue. Blair sank back a little then, and he felt terrible. He wanted to kiss her, to reassure her that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her or her ability to make love. She'd been perfect.
"Thanks," she said coldly, and walked off to find Serena.
It was nearly midnight and Nate was prepared. He knew exactly how he would ask her, and he would do so as soon as he had wished her a happy seventeenth birthday. It required him to suck up his pride for a moment, but it was worth it if it meant getting to the bottom of his feelings. He just wanted a little closure or a hint at something more. Either would satisfy him. He was so very confused. It was because of his confusion that he'd decided to not attend the party anyway. This was the most effective way, he was sure of it.
His phone began to ring, though instead of it being Blair, it was Jenny Humphrey. She was nice and her originality had been refreshing to him in the past week, which caused him to consider speaking with her despite his situation. He paused, his eyes narrowed slightly in hesitation, and he answered, "Hey, what's up?"
It was just after midnight and he hadn't called. Blair couldn't believe he hadn't called. Did that mean her choice had been made for her? Was she meant to just continue things with Chuck after last night? She didn't know. Something about the fact that the choice was, once again, being made for her seemed to bother her tremendously. She wanted to be free to make the decision without serious doubt following. Just once, that was all she wanted.
She'd been a mess but she'd still been beautiful throughout the night. Chuck was quickly finding a tenderness for her as he saw her eyes tearing and her self-worth crumbling. He entered the room, figuring she'd be with Serena or even Kati and Iz, but she wasn't. She was all alone, sitting on the bed with her face buried in her hands and a few curls falling loose of their constraints. He approached her slowly, waiting for her to notice that he was there, ready to soothe her and remind her of the fact that she didn't need Nate to still be queen. He'd said some harsh words before, words that he wanted to take back. He sighed.
She looked up at him, seemingly surprised, and his control vanished as she spoke, "I'm not in the mood, Chuck. This is pretty much the worst birthday ever."
He felt the box in his hands grow heavier with anticipation, and he could admit with honesty that he'd never been more nervous around a girl, "Maybe it can be salvaged."
"Is that our sex tape?" she asked, secretly cursing herself for thinking about the pleasure his tongue had brought her while they were on a bed. He opened the box, revealing the very piece of jewelry that she'd expected Nate to buy her. Her lips parted in shock, and her eyes widened as she stared down at it, "It's the Erickson Beamon necklace. No, I couldn't."
"Yes, you can. Something this beautiful deserves to be seen on someone worthy of its beauty," he said as he removed it from the box and fastened it around her neck. It was gorgeous, of course, but it was inferior to Blair herself. He watched as she expected her reflection in the mirror across from the bed, her fingers slowly rising the touch it. Her face was distraught, as though she didn't know what to make of it. He had been cruel to her earlier, and he wanted to erase the words he'd said from his memory, "I really am sorry."
Blair swallowed as she glanced from her own reflection to that of Chuck. This was surely a sign of what the universe wanted her to do, right? Nate hadn't called, Chuck had persisted. Nate hadn't gotten her a present, Chuck had gotten her the present. Surely this wasn't a coincidence. She exhaled deeply, feeling a growing tension in her chest as she looked at him. He was unreadable. He'd never been romantic. He'd never been one to actually have feelings for someone, and she was special to him. She, Blair Waldorf, had seemingly broken Chuck Bass's cycle of habit. She remembered how wonderful the feeling of attention had been at Victrola, and as Chuck stared at her and the necklace, the necklace he had gotten for her, she felt that again. She felt undeniably beautiful and sought after. It was wonderful.
She turned to face him then, and all feelings of lust rushed through her being. The bed seemed to be a better, more comfortable place for two people to…yeah. She felt the universe really screaming at her then. She looked over his face, she looked at how his lips were slightly pursed in anticipation, how his dark eyes seemed to go on forever, and she blinked, "Thank you."
He smirked at her, and she smiled back. He was clearly incapable of smiling without it seeming a devious expression. It suited him, though, for he was a dark prince in his own right. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the boldness that presented itself around Chuck Bass, and she scooted closer to him on the bed.
He searched her face. What was she thinking? What did she want from him? He figured he'd found the answer as she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips were sweet, like honey, and they felt wonderful against his. He'd never experienced anything so addictive as the feeling of Blair's lips. He'd been thinking about them all day, where he'd like them to be, what he would like them to be doing…
He felt himself begin to go hard at the thought of her, naked and unafraid, on top of him. Blair seemed to be thinking about the same thing, for she began to deepen the kiss. He slid his tongue past the barrier of her sweet lips, conjuring a small moan from Blair. Her fingers rose and dove into his hair, pulling him in more. He loved that she seemed to want him just as much as he wanted her. He'd known that she would deny it at first and try to rekindle with Nate, but there were much larger forces at work with the two of them. They were Blair and Chuck, Chuck and Blair. There was something extremely compatible about them. He moved his hands to rest on her hips, curious to see just what she wanted him to do.
She didn't know what she wanted him to do exactly. The memory of him fondling her breasts and pumping his fingers inside of her was a strong one, one that she feared was the ultimate crack in her self-control. She wanted him. All thoughts of the current situation with Nate disappeared and she succumbed to her desire for pleasure.
"I want you," she whispered against his lips as her hand slid between his legs. Oh yes, he was hard and ready for her. She could feel him clearly, and she could see it on his face when she backed away to look at him.
Fuck, she was perfect. Chuck began to remove his shirt, struggling to concentrate while Blair was stroking him through his pants. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her. She was a goddess, watching him strip for her as she waited to taste his lips on hers once again. He was happy to give her just that and more. He removed his shoes and socks quickly.
Blair began to unfasten her dress. She'd taken a lot of pleasure in allowing Chuck to strip her the previous night, but she was frantic to be naked right now. She wanted him desperately to touch away the pain of the past twenty-four hours and bring in her birthday on an entirely new note. Chuck had removed his own top layers, revealing his perfect chest to her. She finished unzipping her dress and made quick work of sliding out of it. She wanted to be touching his chest, the small, perfect patch of hair there, and she wanted to be on top of him.
She was only in her lingerie, thigh highs, heels, and in the necklace that he'd taken so much pleasure in getting her. She immediately began to kiss him again, climbing on top of him to straddle him. He was painfully hard, ready to destroy her if she'd let him. He made quick work of his belt and managed to shrug off his pants without removing her from his lap.
She continued to kiss him sensually, all while moving her hips in a slight circle. Everything about this situation felt rushed and she loved it. She loved that he made her feel so desired and bold. It was new for her and she was quickly becoming accustomed to his attention and its effects on her. She felt his hands make their way to her back, where he slowly began to undo her lingerie. It was a beautiful piece, made of black lace, and she loved the way she felt in it almost as much as the way she felt with it being removed from her body by the hands of Chuck Bass. He ceased kissing her mouth and began to kiss the nape of her neck.
Her back slightly arched as he finished undoing the last of her clothing. He removed it promptly, taking in the sight of her perfect chest. He wanted to bury himself in her so badly, and felt her own removal of her panties on top of him. She was completely naked, besides the necklace, the thigh highs, and the flawless Christian Louboutin black pumps. God how he craved to be inside of her. She was so sexy.
He paused his kisses and muttered, "I need you, Waldorf."
"Ask and you shall receive, Bass," she joked carelessly. She helped him slide his boxers down over his hips and felt him kick them away promptly. She swallowed as she watched him reach for his jacket, remove the condom from the wrapper, and place it on himself. God, he was so big. She still wasn't sure how her small frame was able to accommodate him. But she began to kiss him deeply all the same, preparing herself for the pleasure to come.
With her still on top of him, he entered her. She released a small cry of pleasure, mixed slightly with pain from the fact that she was still physically recovering from the night before, and mouthed the word yes against his lips. He continued to thrust into her, still in that same positioning, and her hips began to follow his rhythm. She felt so good around his cock. And he felt so good inside of her. Blair was practically blinded by pleasure.
"Oh god, yes," she cooed. Chuck felt his control disintegrating around him, and his thrusts became faster and harder. His movements elicited little noises of pleasure and excitement from her, and he couldn't help but stare up at her, completely amazed. They continued in this way for several minutes, until she was already on the brink of her climax.
"Look at me, Blair," he said softly. She opened her eyes and looked down at his face as he continued to enter her and withdraw himself promptly. There was a vulnerability coupled with the eye contact they shared in that moment, and she found herself swallowing hard. Their connection felt more real than she'd thought it to be then.
Without removing himself from her or breaking their eye contact, he gripped the bottom of her thighs and quickly lifted her. She gasped, feeling his penetration go deeper than it had up to the point. He kissed each of her breasts then, flicking her nipples with his tongue. She moaned, running her small fingers through his thick dark hair. She wanted all he had to give and she made no secret of that, "Please, Chuck, please."
He paused, looking back up at her face. He was still holding her in the air, her legs wrapped around his center. He smirked up at her, "Tell me what you want."
"You," she said breathlessly.
"You want me to do what?" he asked, toying with her then. She groaned, wishing that he would continue the movements of his hips against hers.
The words didn't feel gentle on her tongue, "I want you to…to…"
His eyes brows rose as he waited, "Yes?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"Yes ma'am," he continued to smirk. He laid her back against the bed, now on top of her. His thrusts grew hungrier, faster, and deeper. She cried his name several times, causing him to be that much closer to finishing. God, she was perfect.
He continued pumping his cock into her until she was practically screaming his name. He didn't care if anyone from the party heard; in fact, he hoped they heard. He wanted her to scream his name so loudly that all of Manhattan could hear how hard he was going. Blair cried out in release, and only a few moments later he did the same. He fell on the bed beside her, both of them laughing slightly as they shared a kiss.
Blair's entire body was singing. She felt disoriented, as though the drug of his cock had quite literally gotten her high. Her fingers flew up to touch the necklace around her neck. She was so disoriented from being fucked by Chuck Bass.
So disoriented, in fact, that she had failed to notice the several missed calls from Nate Archibald that lit up her phone.
Ok, has anyone else ever wondered what would have happened if Nate had called Blair at midnight? I have! So from this point on I'm working with the idea that Nate does, in fact, want her back and that B now has to choose what to do. All of this accompanied by plenty of smut, of course. Let me know what you think!