Title: I Bid You A Sweet Adieu
Author: BookCaseGirl (Abby)
Date: August 6, 2009 (Beginning) August 9, 2009 (most recent update)
Rating: There are parts of this chapter that involve sexual situations and the act of sex, therefore this particular chapter is rated M
Classification: There really isn't much of one; a mixture of everything.
Summary: Sequel to Bittersweet Welcome! Six months later, Chuck and Blair are finding that some things will stand in their way of being happy and staying together successfully. As with any stab at their relationship, there are many hurdles to leap over.
Author's Note: Before I say anything, don't get used to the whole 'two chapters in one day thing'...I basically only doubled up because of the mistake that's about to be mentioned. But I do hope it helps (:Anyway, earlier today I was about to upload this chapter with this whole thing about how sad I was to be without reviews...but then I realized that chapter two hadn't even been up at all yet because of a glitch that just screwed everything up. Therefore, I hope that anyone reading this can forgive me and take this super-long chapter as a present (:
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any other product names that are mentioned.
Thanks again to Amber for looking over and making changes to this chapter (:
Blair anxiously fiddled with her key-chain, trying to find the appropriate key for her house, and finally opened the door with ease. When she walked in, the unmistakable smell of Chinese food hit her nose and assaulted the rest of her senses. Fully expecting to see an open paper bag from Chung's on the table, Blair gasped in shock when she saw Chuck standing above a wok – in her kitchen, nonetheless. There was a beautiful basket of fruit in the center of the table at which they were about to eat – surely that was store-bought – and Blair plucked off a delicious-looking red grape, flinging it at him when he didn't immediately acknowledge her presence.
"Hello, Waldorf."
"I'm sorry, but could you just tell me how much ransom you want for the obviously kidnapped Chuck Bass?" she said in reply, smirking and swaying her hips that extra little bit as she walked over to where he was standing to make sure he wasn't adding poison to what looked like a delectable afternoon meal.
"Obviously your wit has withstood everything," he commented, trying to concentrate on the food in front of him.
"Among other things," Blair responded, her lips seeking out his neck and sucking teasingly. When she felt that he had been sufficiently distracted – it was all part of that addicting, yet foul game to make Chuck stumble and fail, of course – she went to sit in one of the cushioned chairs that was stationed around her gorgeous oakwood dining table, ankles crossed demurely.
"You're such a tease. Really, you should get paid," Chuck said scornfully and she only laughed throatily in response.
There was something about watching a Bass man cook, that much she knew now. He did it so expertly, as if he hadn't been online earlier just that day – please, she knew it and he knew it – looking up recipes and watching clips of famous chefs on YouTube. He tossed a few more vegetables in – peppers of kind – and then moved a large plastic spoon around, mixing everything together. Chuck went to a different pan, letting the cooked veggies settle a bit, and added some powder to the chicken that was in there.
"Trying to spike my food, Bass?" She smiled coyly at him, twisting a shoulder-length chocolate brown curl around her index finger after she popped a ripe blueberry into her mouth.
"Just sit there and look pretty," he admonished, shaking the spoon lightly at her and narrowing his eyes slightly.
For once, Blair did as she was told. However, it was merely because she was hungry. Her stomach gave another unsatisfied growl and she fed her famished mouth a strawberry, enjoying how the chilled juice inside the fruit coated her tongue and the way the nectar slipped down her throat without difficulty. There was something wonderful about watching someone else work hard – in this case, cook – while she tossed fruit into her mouth without a care in the world.
It seemed like ages had passed since their last witty exchange of words. Blair was never really one to break awkward silences, so she simply picked at the fruit that sat practically in front of her. Chuck spared an occasional glance behind his shoulder and a wink every now and then, but she was growing bored, and even that was an understatement.
Blair hadn't even been paying much attention when suddenly she saw Chuck's colossal hands placing a plate of food in front of her. Moments later, he sat across from her and was already digging in. Apparently she wasn't the only person in the room who was starving. For some reason, Blair couldn't help but still watch Chuck as he ate, because there was even something alluring about the way he put food into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. It was like viewing some nighttime special on the Discovery channel that you only ever turned on when there wasn't anything else worth watching: mindlessly addicting and magnetic.
Finally, when he looked up at her for the umpteenth time – the first few times, she was too entranced to even notice – she picked up her fork and took the first bite. Blair heard some sort of noise and it took her a moment to realize that the pleased 'mmm' had come from her own self. The steamed carrot slid around in her mouth before she finally let it go down, already having had a forkful of chicken and asparagus ready to go.
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Chuck let out a small chuckle as she made a noise of approval after the first bite of food. Shaking his head, he set his fork down next to his plate and tried to pay her the same amount of attention that she had him only moments ago. The only problem with that was that she ate her food a hell of a lot sexier than he did, therefore after less than a minute of studying her, he felt something pulling at him down below and had to shift in his seat as he took a small sip of the fruity wine they were drinking with their romantic lunch.
"I'm guessing you enjoy the food," he murmured once he saw that most of her plate was cleared off and she was still eating like she hadn't in years.
As Blair looked up at him, her eyes were wide, as if she wasn't sure she should be eating in such a way. But, truth be told, he liked it so much better when she ate like this. When she just...well, shoveled it in as if it didn't matter that she was in the company of someone else. It gave him the impression that she was getting comfortable around him again, an impression that warmed some unknown place inside of him.
"It's a good thing," Chuck reassured her and she smiled as the lump in her throat – from a bite of seasoned chicken – returned to normal size when she swallowed. "I'm glad you enjoy my cooking."
"Yeah, thanks for reminding me to ask you..." Blair said buoyantly, toying with what little bit of food she had left on her plate. "Since when, exactly, does the great and mighty Chuck Bass cook?"
He stared at something in the corner before feeding her the most honest line of bullshit he ever had in his life. "Since I was diagnosed with insomnia seven years ago and wasn't able to sleep for about six months. The food network has some pretty great specials running all night long." His face was straight and solemn, but the words were delivered with a subtle coy attitude that Blair was obviously unable to catch on to.
"Oh...I'm sorry, Chuck." She seemed at a loss for words and even a little sad as she picked up her plate and took it over to the sink. He had started to smile, wondering how long this could be kept up without her finally realizing or him unable to keep his laughter bottled up inside, when she suddenly turned around. Chuck moved his mouth as if he were still chewing to mask his show of happiness when she continued to speak and try to make up for her earlier words of doubt.
"So do you have to take medication or something...?" Blair asked, trying to cover everything up. That was when he couldn't take it anymore and burst out into a fit of hearty laughter that brushed his toes and made his stomach cave inwardly. She shot him a confused look, as if he had grown a third head – or maybe she thought him a schizophrenic – and leaned against the counter skeptically, her arms wrapped around her thin waist.
"Christ, Blair! I was fucking kidding!" Chuck managed to gasp out as he rose and stumbled over to the sink to help her with the dishes. He ended up tackling her – whether it was accidental or not he honestly wasn't sure – and she glared at him, swatting his arms angrily.
"Asshole! You do not joke about things like that!"
"Blair, it's insomnia. Hardly anything to be worried about; every teenager in Hicktown, Michigan has the same disease during the summer!" Chuck was still laughing uncontrollably and she shook her head at him, obviously unwilling to let it go. He sobered up as much as he could and straightened his posture, though he did not back away from her – not one centimeter.
"Chuck, you just can't...you can't do that, with anything, okay? I admit, I overreacted a bit with the whole insomnia thing – it's not one of the worst diseases – but...I just can't take jokes like that anymore, understand?"
He eyed her wearily, just a hair away from being worried, and stepped imperceptibly closer to her, placing his hands on the top of the curve that was her hips and spreading them as his face neared hers. She tried to close the distance between them and bring their lips to touch, but he moved his head to the side and once she got the message, he turned back to look at her.
"I'm sorry." Chuck's voice was barely a whisper as it came out of his mouth and settled on her lips just before his own mouth replaced the apology. Her warm, wet mouth awaited his eager tongue as he pinned her against the counter and licked every inch of her mouth. Wordlessly and almost involuntarily, she blindly used her hands to push up onto the marble counter and sit there. Her hands grabbed the sides of his white polka-dotted bow-tie and his mouth crushed hers in what should have been – and to anyone else that was perfectly sane would have been – a bruising and painful kiss, but was just that much more pleasurable to him because it was who he was.
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Victor Waldorf had a great deal of trouble paying attention in his classes the rest of that afternoon. The one class that he had with Lilly – chemistry in the morning – did little to feed his appetite for conversation and interaction with the ethereal beauty. And now it was afternoon, a time which was most definitely and depressingly not morning.
Vic tapped his pencil against his closed navy colored notebook while the rest of the class had theirs open and were avidly taking notes as if their lives depended on it. He turned his gaze out the window, tuning out the teacher – what teacher didn't he tune out, honestly? - and trying to think different thoughts. Thoughts that could not in any way be affiliated with Lilly Fillmore.
No such luck. Everywhere he glanced outside – the rotting black paint on the lamp post, cars driving by fast as lightning, kids crossing the street to retrieve a lost basketball – some sort of picture of that girl popped right back into his head, unbidden and definitely unwanted. Shaking his head, he heard the bell ring, and suddenly the only thing on his mind was the fact that he'd heard the old geezer at the front of the room mention something about a test on Friday. Vic had to figure out which geek would be letting him "borrow" notes for that particular exam.
As he walked out of the classroom, books under his left arm, Victor didn't see her coming straight for him. Lilly bounded straight into him and he smirked when she was undeniably flustered at the sight of him. He took his opportunity to tell her of his decision.
"Well well, it's Ms. Fillmore, looking rather stressed if I do say so myself," he drawled, helping pick up the papers that had flown out of her arms when they'd collided just seconds ago.
She finally looked up at gave him a half-hearted smile, tilting her head slightly.
"I figured I would let you know now...I plan on going to that little shin-dig that you're throwing. If it's alright, I mean." What the fuck was he doing? He didn't get nervous. Never did Vic second guess a decision to attend a party he was invited to. And he absolutely never asked for confirmation of the fact that his attendance was still requested.
"That sounds great," Lilly said enthusiastically. Her smile grew into something infinitely more believable to Vic, and he smiled back – she should have felt damn blessed to provoke a smile in him; the most anyone ever got was a wide smirk of amusement.
She was about to walk away when he stopped her, putting his hand on her shoulder hesitantly and then immediately withdrawing it in discomfort. Was that a goddamn blush creeping up his cheeks? Jesus, he was turning into such a freaking wuss.
Shrugging off the millions of thoughts that were swimming in his head – and the several buzzers that went off at the tiniest touch – Vic found his voice and spoke.
"So, is there a time I should be at this party, or just whenever? 'Cause you know me, I'll be there at the crack of dawn if it's a good enough part-ay," his voice was low and suggestive, but the almost-cracks – he knew that Lilly heard them too – didn't really help his case much.
"Seven is fine," she said, walking away again.
He waved casually and yelled a "See ya then, blondie!" after her. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he went to meet the town car to take him over to his friend's house. Eli was so getting an ear full of what a dipshit his friend was – for once, Vic intended to properly vent; maybe then, he would be able to focus on other things...other...women (girls, more like) to be exact.
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The journey from kitchen counter to feather-y bed was shorter than normal and it was like they just dematerialized and then rematerialized instead of physically moving. Though maybe it was simply the things that Chuck was doing to her as they did move – tongue flicking against her neck, fingers bending and sliding up and under her dress – that was making it seem as if time had ceased to exist.
She lay before him, completely naked and exposed. Even during married life with Nate (she found it was easier and easier to talk about him guiltlessly now, since he would have wanted only her happiness), she was overly conscious of herself and every little movement that she made. Now – however – being under Chuck Bass, she felt a totally different emotion. She felt adventurous, like she was about to journey out into the wild with him by her side.
That was the best thing. She knew that no matter what, Chuck wouldn't leave her this time around. Perhaps she was being slightly too trusting in him, but she still had this gut feeling that he was with her for good. They had both been through their own types of hell, and they'd each made it through. Both had matured and grown into people who were so much better than their teenage selves.
So Blair trusted Chuck. As his warm fingers slipped inside of her hot and throbbing core, she bit down on her lip and whimpered through her gritted teeth. His hands soothed skin that had earlier been bitten and tried to make the marks go away. Truth be told, she didn't want them to go away. She wanted his territory marked, she wanted everyone in the world to know that Blair Waldorf belonged to Chuck Bass, and she didn't care if it was in the most bizarre way imaginable.
She was losing patience quickly and moved to undo his pants. It was so very uncharacteristic for him to still be fully clothed – save for a few buttons that had been fumbled over on his shirt – while she was stark naked. Usually they were both equally naked because of the fact that they shared in the feeling of wanted to just screw quickly and get it over with, and then screw again, but more slowly the next time to savor it more. Now though, it seemed like the scales had tipped, so Blair tried to make everything return to normalcy as she tore his shirt open and – not even bothering to unbutton or unzip – pulled his pants down.
Without waiting any further, Chuck swiftly moved to enter her and when he did, she gasped in pleasure and her eyes screwed shut.
He pounded into her from above and she felt oblivion taking her over as he gently stroked every inch inside of her. There was a burning heat that licked every organ she possessed deliciously when Chuck's hands found the curve right above her backside. Blair's mouth opened in a silent scream and she closed it, biting down, only to open again and sink her teeth into his shoulder. She moved her own hands down to grab his butt and try to make him go impossibly deeper inside of her.
Chuck's breath was shaky when it hit her hair, then her collarbone, and then a pert nipple awaiting his attention. As he sucked and drew his teeth around and across it, Blair felt that fire flare and rise up to her mouth, where a shaky moan fell out unexpectedly. The fire went out in that same second when his mouth traveled down in between her breasts and he purposely ignored her need.
"Please, Chuck, please," she begged mercilessly, and he was obviously weak against her powers since his lips and mouth went right back to their previous place of residence.
Blair unconsciously pushed his behind – more forcefully this time – and he hit a spot that made her feel everything everywhere. It was unimaginable pleasure that hit her in cloudy shock-waves. She felt him twitch and his voice was husky with lust and want as he murmured that he was about to come. He started to pull out of her – being condom-less had its downsides – but she grabbed his hips and he was once again useless against her persuasion and slammed back down onto her.
She bit his outer ear and whispered, "It's okay, I'm on the pill," which was a total and complete lie. She would say anything to him at that point because she knew he was gullible in his current state and wouldn't ask questions. And also because all she wanted was to feel him seep inside of her and warm the places that hadn't felt heat in a decade and a half. Blair wanted to connect with Chuck in the most special of ways and feel the proof of their feelings inside of her for minutes after their love-making. With a condom, nothing was quite the same to her.
But when he was bare and unconcealed, when they were totally naked to one another and there were no barriers to break them apart – that was when Blair felt best. So she fluttered and ached around his throbbing and pulsing erection as her glorious mountain's peak was reached. Everything practically went white and she found herself flashing back to more naïve times, when she had been a teenager and foolish. Though perhaps even now, she was just as foolish.
And when Chuck choked on the air that was struggling into get to his lungs and her name slipped out from his lips, she knew why she was so...'foolish'. That one moment when the both of them felt the same exact emotion and shared in it for a millisecond in the universe. It was the one period of time when Blair and Chuck were on the same page, where the shared the same body and mind, and each knew the exact thought of the other.
This was Blair's definition of love. Not only was it love, but it was future, and long-lasting passion.
End Note: Ahh my God, that was long! Haha. I feel like I'm getting a bit more comfortable with the more adult aspects of Chuck and Blair, so that's good.. But you guys are really the judges. Reviews please?
