Chapter Thirteen: Kiss Me Again
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is fluff, fluff, fluff! You know, to make up for the last one not having any interaction between them.
Oh, and please, if you're going to put the story on Story Alert, review it too. I'm only going to be writing the next chapter when I have at least 100 reviews.
The way that Serena acted around Blair was beginning to change. The rumors of Blair's feelings about Chuck were beginning to get worse every day, which made Serena uneasy. She never brought up the topic when other people were around, and it was easy to notice how hesitant she was about talking about anything even relevant to him.
Just over a week after the rumor had started, everyone was stuck in the auditorium for a long assembly that had no visible purpose. Blair spent the entire time looking over at Chuck, who was a couple of rows away and looking back at her as well. Serena, who was sitting next to Blair, noticed this after a few minutes and was quick to elbow her friend roughly in the side.
"No wonder people think you like Chuck with you eye-sexing him like that all the time. I thought that you learned your lesson with him," Serena muttered bitterly in to her friend's ear.
Eye-sexing? Such a bizarre term, yet it was the best way to describe what Chuck and Blair were doing to each other at the moment.
"Who're you looking at?" Nate asked as he saw Chuck looking towards the back of the auditorium.
"Some slut bent down to pick something up and you could see everything," he was quick to lie with something believable.
He turned around now to watch the headmistress at the front of the auditorium, leaving Blair upset that they couldn't admire each other and send telepathic messages about what they'd end up doing later. Since their relationship wasn't public, it left them a lot of time to be alone, which always equalled kissing and/or touching.
"Blair's watching you," Nate whispered with a hint of disgust in his voice. Ever since she had told him off, he would only talk negatively about her. It took everything for Chuck not to punch him out for talking about his girlfriend like that.
"Nathaniel, it's already been established that she's attracted to me. Most girls are, so there's no need for you to point out every time she's checking me out," he sighed with annoyance, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. The voice of the headmistress going on was beginning to give him a headache.
The assembly was over in twenty minutes, and it was decided to be the end of the school day as well. Blair stood outside the auditorium with Serena, purposely waiting for Chuck. He came out in a couple of minutes since the crowd had been blocking the door, and Nate was walking beside him. When he saw Blair, he parted ways and walked off.
"Excuse me, dear step-sister, but I was wondering if Miss Waldorf needs a lift home," Chuck butted in to their conversation, using his faux-polite voice that was somehow painfully slimy.
"That would be great. Thank you, Chuck," Blair accepted the offer. "I'll talk to you later, Serena."
They walked outside together, talking about simple things like school and whatever party would be held the next day. Chuck allowed Blair to get in to the limo before him, and he heard some camera phones taking shots and without a doubt sending them to Gossip Girl. It wouldn't be long before there was a blog entry posted with the photos and some witty caption. He ignored of the picture snapping as he got in to the limo as well. It was unnecessary for him to tell the driver what to do. He already knew that whenever Blair Waldorf was in the limo, he was to drive around until instructed to drive to a specific place.
"Damnit, Blair," Chuck cursed as he pulled her on to his lap. "What did I tell you about wearing tights?"
"That they restrict your groping?" she asked innocently.
"Exactly. So why exactly do you insist on wearing them?" His hands travelled up her skirt, and he began to tug down the tights.
"I just love torturing you. I've learned from the master how fun being evil actually is."
"The master? What an interesting new pet name. I thought we had settled on using--"
"Oh, shut up! I was kidding about those names."
"Really? I thought they were great. Definitely something you should call across the hallway when we go public," he joked.
One night when they had just been laying around, Blair brought up the subject of pet names and they created quite a few, Chuck's favourites involving some extremely dirty words. Definitely nothing you'd expect an UES princess to say.
"Speaking of going public... when exactly are we going to do that?" she asked him, shifting uncomfortably so he could pull off her tights. When they were off, he tossed them to the floor and began to run his hands up and down her bare thighs.
"I'm not sure. Nate still has a grudge against you," Chuck told her, placing a few kisses on her neck.
"Why do we even care about what Nate thinks? We should be happy. I'm getting tired of not being able to be with you whenever I want," she complained.
"We're together now. Don't worry, just give it a few weeks. I'll make it up to you," he promised her. "How about tomorrow you drop by the jewellers, put something on hold and I'll get it for you."
Chuck wasn't the type of guy that would normally go around buying jewelry for girls, but he'd already bought her a necklace for her birthday, and he felt guilty for not being able to show his affection towards her in public. If he bought her something that she could wear all of the time, at least something special from him would always be with her.
"You want to buy me jewelry? Chuck, you can't. I only accept gifts for special occasions," she insisted.
"Well... It's practically three months since the first time you straddled me and--"
"No need to go in detail. I remember it well, Bass," she said, her arms wrapping around his neck. "Enough talking. I'll go pick something out tomorrow, but for now, I think we deserve a quickie. The eye-sexing, as Serena so brilliantly puts it, was turning me on earlier."
"Eye-sexing? What the fuck is that?" he asked, digging his fingers in to the flesh of her thighs lightly enough so he wouldn't hurt her, but he'd still have a nice grip on her.
"Sex with our eyes, hence the name. It's kind of obvious, don't you think?"
He shrugged before pulling her even closer to him and proceding with her previous suggestion of a quickie. When they finished, Chuck told the driver to take Miss Waldorf home. Chuck would stop by later when there were no lingering eyes of Gossip Girl minions with their cell phones out and ready to snap a picture, but for now, they just dropped her off and let her go inside.
SPOTTED: B grabbing a ride home with C. Speaking of the devil, he seems to have learned some new tricks, including removing tights of a certain Queen. I have a feeling we'll never know what happened inside that limo- but I do have some guesses.