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The first time she called him, she was drunk.
Chuck had spent the better part of the night holding back Serena's hair as she vomited continuously in his bathroom. After about an hour, she seemed to hit a dry-spell, and Chuck took the opportunity to get her a glass of water. The last thing he needed was an overly emotional and dehydrated van der Woodsen on his hands—his father would never forgive him.
Serena's head was resting on the toilet-seat when he came back.
"Here" he said, giving her the glass.
"Thank you Chuck" she mumbled to him, taking a sip.
Closing the door behind him, Chuck took his seat back on the sofa.
And that's when she called him.
He did a double take when he saw Blair's name on his caller id, but answered nonetheless.
"Not you too" he breathed, his voice smooth as her skin.
"Not me what?" was her whiny response.
Chuck smiled when he heard Blair's voice, it felt like ages since he'd heard it last. He could hear loud music in the background and he figured she was at a club.
"Not another socialite in distress, needing my help" Chuck replied. His smile grew when he hear her scoff on the other line.
"As if, Chuck, I never need you" she said.
"So you say…why are you calling Blair?" He asked.
She was quiet for a while; Chuck thought she may have hung up.
"I don't know—I'm bored" she answered finally.
"You're drunk" he asserted.
"Am not" she said indignantly.
"You are. You are completely intoxicated" he laughed.
"Shut up" she said.
"And you miss me" he said. He knew after months of not talking he shouldn't be provoking her like this, but he couldn't pass up an opportunity to flirt. Regardless to what Blair said back, Chuck could at least admit to himself that he did miss her.
"Uck, you make me sick" she said.
"Blair, are you alone?"
"Ew, gross Chuck, I am not having phone sex with you!" she screeched.
"Again" he reminded her, leaning his head back against the couch.
"Again" she repeated with disgust, "I can't believe you made me do that."
"Twice." he sneered, trying to remember the sound of every moan and whimper she gave him on those two occasions.
The first time was about a week after her seventeenth birthday. It was midnight; he was horny as hell and decided to call her. At first he was just joking around, not sure how far he could push his little ice-princess. Twenty minutes later, however, he had successfully pushed Blair Waldorf right over the edge—she came all but sobbing his name and Chuck followed in suit almost immediately. Sure, she was meek at first, but Chuck was more than happy to guide her through her insecurities. And lucky for him, his girl was a closeted sex kitten.
The second time was the night of Thanksgiving. He was miserable with his father overseas. She was at home binging on pie. Chuck knew when he called her that she needed a self-esteem booster—he wanted nothing more than to hop a plane back to New York so he could make love to her properly so she knew how beautiful she was. But that wasn't possible, so they settled for phone-sex.
It was unlike anything Chuck ever experienced before. He was an expert in dirty talk; he knew how to make any woman cum just by grunting profanities into their ears. But he didn't even know he possessed the ability to turn girls on with terms of endearments before Blair.
It wasn't something he planned…it just sort of came naturally that night of her seventeenth birthday. She looked so hurt, but eagerly responded when he kissed her. Blair was eager back then in general—eager to forget about Nate and everything else that was wrong in her life. But Chuck made her slow down. When he pulled away, the rejection in her eyes killed him.
"I wanna make love to you" he said as he leaned in to kiss her once more. Chuck Bass didn't even know if he knew how to make love to someone, but that didn't stop him from trying.
Ten minutes later, Blair was lying naked beneath him, her dark curls fanned around her face—freed from their constraints. The only thing she wore that night was the diamond necklace he gave her. Even if he tried, Chuck could not help the "You're so beautiful, Blair" that spilled from his lips. That was also the first night he called her "Baby." But not just any baby, his baby.
To the best of his ability, Chuck tried to recreate that comfort for her over the phone—long-distance be damned. At first he was concerned he was taking advantage of her emotional state; at one point even, he thought her heard her crying. But before she hung up that night, she whispered a quiet "Thank you, Chuck." And just like that, his fears were forgotten.
"I can't believe we did that twice" Blair said, bringing Chuck back into the presence.
"Yeah, I can talk you into just about anything" Chuck told her, grinning.
"That's probably true" she answered honestly.
Chuck was temporarily speechless. He did not know how to respond to that confession—even if it was true.
"That's not what I even meant" he said at last, getting back on topic "I want to know if you're drinking alone."
"No, I don't drink alone like a pathetic loser like you, Chuck" she said. "The girls and I went to Butter, and now we're bar-hopping."
"Well I'm glad you're not alone" he said "Make sure your friends take care of you tonight."
"Yeah yeah, I can take care of myself" she whined.
"Of course you can" he said.
They were quiet for a minute, listening to the mixture of the muted club music and Chuck's steady breathing.
"Will you do me a favor?" Chuck asked, breaking the silence.
"I don't know."
"Blair…"
"What?" she asked, clearly aggravated.
"Don't go chatting up any guys tonight."
"Why not, scared I'll find someone to replace you?" she asked.
Chuck could feel those damn butterflies twitching back; it felt good knowing he made a big enough impression in Blair Waldorf's life that she would need someone else to fill the void. Of course, he would rather die before he let that happen.
"Now now Blair, we both know I'm irreplaceable" he told her "I just don't want you testing the will-power of some poorly dressed, collar-popping, jerk-off in your particular state of inebriation."
"You're worried about me?" she asked, sounding temporarily sober.
"Always" he answered sincerely. "Goodnight Blair."
"Goodnight Chuck" she said.
As soon as he hung up the phone, he heard Serena starting to wretch again.