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"Do you remember how I danced for you Chuck?" she asked seductively.
"Yes" he said—of course he fucking remembered, it was the memory of that night that got him through most of the ones he spent alone.
"Will you tell me about it?" she asked.
Chuck's eyes shot to his empty couch. If this conversation was going where he thought it was going, it was a damn good thing that Serena had gone home for the night.
"What exactly do you want to know?" he asked, leaning back on his bed and opening his legs.
"Umm" she mused to herself "How did I look that night?"
Chuck closed his eyes and remembered the way Blair had turned to look at him over her shoulder—with the embers of defiance burning through her dark brown eyes. She may have been drinking that night, but on some level she understood with perfect clarity that Chuck Bass wanted her to dance for him. And she wanted it too.
He slid his hand over his groin again, but this time, slowly.
"You came to Victrola looking like a poster-girl for the Upper East Side" he began, eyes still closed, "Pearl necklace, high neckline, studded head-band—but there was something brewing underneath the surface. Dark lipstick, red heels, stockings that were sexy as hell" he smiled "and of course, that negligee."
He was rubbing himself in earnest now, remembering how the satin felt under his fingers as he hiked it up her thighs in the back of his limo.
"And then when you started dancing…" he trailed off.
"Is that when you knew you wanted me?" she asked.
"No, Blair, that's when I knew I needed you."
He smirked when he heard her suck in a breath.
"Tell me" she whimpered.
He forced his hand to stop their administrations, wanted to give Blair his full attention.
"I always want what I can't have—which isn't often. You were always off limits in my head because of Nate, but something changed that night. They way you moved, the way you smiled, you were like a whole different person. Gorgeous and sassy as ever, but you weren't Nate's girl anymore. It was like you and I were the only two people in the room and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to be with you. After that, I knew I'd never be the same. And I'd never want to be."
He was tempted to keep going, to tell her about how that was the best night of his life and that he never cared about anyone before her, but he didn't want to kill the mood with his sappy speech. He still had a reputation to protect.
"Do you wanna know a secret?" she asked after a moment.
"Sure" he said.
"I'm wearing it now" she confessed.
"Wearing what?"
"That negligee I wore the night of Victrola" she explained "The night I gave myself to you."
Oh God.
Chuck's hand slid back over his package.
"You are?"
"Yes" she sighed pleasantly.
He paused for a minute, contemplating his next move like a game of chess.
"Are you wearing anything else?"
"Nuh…oh. Ohhhhhh" she moaned again.
Chuck groaned. He unzipped his pants to release himself.
"Blair" he began softly "Are you touching yourself?" He already knew the answer, but he couldn't help himself from asking out loud. He needed to hear her say it.
"Uh huh" she panted "You?"
"Fuck yes" he got out. He stroked himself slowly, letting the image of Blair pleasuring herself assault his senses.
"Blair, talk to me" he pleaded.
"What do you want me to say, I'll say anything" she whispered.
Anything. If Chuck wasn't so experienced in holding back, his fun would have ended at that very word. It had been far too long since he's had Blair this uninhibited around him.
"Tell me how that negligee feels on your skin" he coaxed.
"Mmhm so good. The satin is so soft and cool. My nipples got hard the second they brushed against it."
"Oh God" he moaned.
"I wish you could feel it" she said.
"I wish I could too" he told her. "I wish I was with you right now, Blair, running my hands all over your body…claiming you, making you mine again."
"Chuck, it's been so long" she whimpered.
"I know, baby, I know" he said, moving his hand up and down his shaft even faster.
"Fuck I miss you" she sobbed, her breathing becoming more labored.
"Don't stop, Blair, keep going. Touch yourself the way I touch you. Three fingers, remember? All the way in" he grunted.
He tried to control himself, but the sound of her mewing on the other end was driving him over the edge at an alarming speed.
"Oh God, Chuck, I need more. I need you inside me."
"I am, baby, I'm all the way inside you. Don't you feel me?"
"Yes…yes! Uhh, I'm so tight, Chuck" she panted.
"I remember" he whispered.
"Do you feel how hard I'm squeezing you?" she asked.
Chuck gripped his dick almost painfully, imagining Blair's tight wetness sucking him deeper inside of her.
"Oh God Blair, yes" he groaned.
"I'm so close, Chuck. So close."
"Do it baby, cum all over me" he urged.
"CHUCK!" she sobbed out in release.
His hips surged off the matress when he heard her cry his name. All he could think was mine mine mine mine mine.
"You're mine, Blair. Mine! Say it!" he demanded, stroking himself in earnest.
"I'm yours, Chuck, all yours. Always have been, always will be" she whispered.
"Oh Fuck, Blair!" He yelled as he came.
The intensity of the orgasm ripped through him and he thought for a moment that he may have blacked out.
"Chuck, you there?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm here" he panted, still trying to catch his breath "Fuck, Blair, that was..."
"I know. Chuck, um…"
Oh no, Chuck thought, this is the part where she get's embarrassed and hangs up.
"Do you…um…want to come over?" she asked meekly.
Was she serious?
"Are you serious?"
"I…yeah. Yes. I want to see you, I need to see you. Please" she said.
Chuck was flabbergasted. He knew that he never wanted anything more in his life, but he also knew that he loved her too much to mess them up any further.
"Blair, I would love to, but you're drunk" he said, kicking himself for being so chivalrous.
"That didn't stop you ten minutes ago!" she whined.
"That was different. If I come see you now, I'll never want to leave."
"And that's a problem why?"
Chuck smiled.
"Because I don't have the stomach to deal with a sober, spiteful Blair in the morning who will rip my head off for taking advantage of her."
Blair scoffed.
"I hate sober!Blair" she said.
"I like her just fine" he countered.
"But she's such a buzz-kill" she said.
"I wouldn't want her any other way" Chuck said.
Blair snorted.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Goodnight Blair" he said.
"Goodnight Chuck" she said.
Chuck hung up the phone and held it to his chest, basking in the afterglow that was Blair Cornelia Waldorf.