Chapter Four: Here's To The Nights
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wowww, I'm surprised by all of the reviews and stuff. The Grey's Anatomy section wasn't this good to me. xD But anyways, I might have another (or maybe two) chapter up today or tomorrow, because I'm in a good writing mood, but after then you might have to wait until late Christmas night. Anyways, I'd love to hear your comments on what should happen next. x)
Blair waited anxiously, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Chuck. Fashionably late? It just didn't count when you had someone waiting for you. Blair knew without a doubt that he was just trying to torture her. Really, it would be to his advantage if he showed up faster, so Blair could break the news of dumping Nate. Though, the truth was that she didn't, Nate was just away for the holidays and if she told Chuck that they broke up, he wouldn't know any better. Yes, it was a sneaky thing to do but all is fair in love and war, especially when you're horny and your boyfriend is completely awful in bed.
"B, what're you doing?" Serena asked cautiously as she approached Blair. Her poor but slightly attractive boyfriend was chatting up his sister, who shouldn't have been invited to the party in the first place. The party was for the upper class, not people who had a garage door in the middle of their bedroom.
"Just... nothing. Have you seen Chuck?" Blair asked as she impatiently tapped her foot against the ground.
"Chuck? He should be around here somewhere--"
"Well, he's not," Blair cut off Serena, pulling out her phone.
She moved out of the room that most people were in, and stood in the hallway, dialing Chuck's cell phone number. It rang for a couple of moments, before Chuck actually picked up. That was the first time since the ball. Maybe that meant that he was forgiving her.
"I'll assume this is important since you haven't called me in two weeks," he sighed, kicking his feet up on to the seat of the limo. He was a couple of blocks away, unsure about whether he should go to the party. He wasn't too fond of the idea of watching Blair and Nate cuddle as everyone else in the room practically gagged from the overwhelming sweetness of it. He knew that there was no way that Blair would've broken up with him. Nate was the perfect boy, with the amazing hair and body, and he could make anyone fall in love with him within an instance. Chuck, on the otherhand, was sexy in his own way and the closest to love he ever got was when he was little and thought he wanted to marry a girl off of a television show. Of course, that would never happen, but he did sleep with her daughter.
"Where are you? I thought that you were coming and that we could... you know after," she said with an air of annoyance that he hadn't shown up by then.
"Have sex? Blair, I made it clear that we're not doing anything unless you break up with Nate," he reminded her, shutting his eyes as he leaned back a bit. Blair caused him all of this stress in a way that he never thought was possible. It killed him to have to reject her, when she was just so innocent and vulnerable and unbelievably hott. But she was taken, and while that may have not been a problem when he was sleeping with other taken girls, it was a problem now because he didn't want to betray his best friend.
"Well, what if I told you that I did?" she asked, her voice quiet now since someone had just walked past her.
"You broke up with Nate? Well, then..." he started, beginning to think of what to do next. Finally, he could sleep with her again. It felt like years since they had last done anything together. So what if he had been trying to get over her? If she was done with Nate, then there were no problems with them having sex. "I'll be out front in my limo in a couple of minutes. Meet me down there, unless you want to stay for the rest of the party," he told her.
"Great. I'll meet you down there," she said, smiling as she pressed the 'End' button on her phone. There was a slight feeling of guilt that was washing over her, but in a couple of minutes it would be gone when she was in the back of Chuck's limo, getting what she had been craving for the last few weeks.
Blair opened the door to the back of the limo by herself, finding it unnecessary for the driver to get up just to open the door for her. Chuck was sitting at the opposite side, drinking something while he played with his cell phone that was rested on his lap. Blair shifted so she was sitting next to him, and she glanced at what he was doing with his phone.
"The break-up isn't on Gossip Girl yet," he observed as he shut his phone and slid it back in to his pocket.
"That's because I didn't tell anyone, and Nate is gone for the holidays. No one will find out until he's back. Other than you, that is," she said, taking this opportunity to slide up on to Chuck's lap.
"So you broke up with him for me? Just sex? He was that bad?" Chuck asked, finishing up his drink and then sliding his arms around Blair's waist as the driver began to start driving again.
"Just sex... for now. It would seem suspicious if I moved on that fast."
Satisfied with this answer, Chuck brought his lips to Blair's, where he intended to place a small kiss but was surprised when she kissed him passionately, her arms finding their way around his neck. It was the night after Victrola all over again, just with more clothes and less drinks in their systems. Another difference was that they didn't go all the way, but instead waited until the limo pulled up infront of Blair's building. Blair went inside first, while Chuck waited out in the limo a couple of moments so it wouldn't look suspicious.
"You're eager," Blair laughed as she stood at the top of the stairs waiting for him, as he came up and anxiously tugged off his tie.
"No kidding. You were fucking torturing me, B," he complained, letting his tie drop on the stairs before taking Blair's hand and pulling her in to her bedroom.
"That was great," breathed Blair as she shut her eyes. Chuck was lying next to her, staring at the ceiling. While he wouldn't deny that the sex was good, he just wasn't in the mood to lay around and talk about it. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with Blair, it was just that he didn't want her to think that she could control him. He wanted the control in this relationship, and he wouldn't get that by being sweet and caring.
"Yeah," he agreed simply. He sat up and untangled himself from the sheets, then got out of the bed and pulled on his boxers.
"Where do you think you're going?" Blair asked as she heard him get up. Her eye lids fluttered open, and she frowned at him.
"Home. You were going to sleep," he pointed out, picking up his shirt and beginning to put it on. She seemed upset with him, though he didn't think that she had a right to be. She even said herself that it was just sex. Just sex meant no cuddling, talking, or spending the night at the person's house.
"No, I was resting my eyes so I'd be prepared for round two. So once again, where the fuck do you think you're going?" she hissed, sitting up and hugging the sheets to her bare chest.
"It's just sex, B. One round. So go to sleep, or have a bath, or do whatever the fuck you want. I don't care. I'm not your boyfriend, you said it yourself, we're just having fucking sex. I don't have to do what you tell me," he told her, stepping in to his pants.
"And now you know why I chose Nate. He may be awful in bed, but he's still not a fucking jerk like you are," she yelled, grabbing one of her pillows to throw at him. All Chuck did was laugh when it hit him, and then he set the pillow at the bottom of the bed.
"You knew what you were getting in to, yet it still didn't stop you from crawling back to me. Give it a rest. I've heard enough screaming out of you tonight already," he responded, checking the mirror to make sure he looked alright before walking out of her bedroom.
Oh, yes, he definitely had the control now.