Chapter 3
Operation "Find that Bass" was interrupted by a series of starts and stops. Blair attempted to weave her way through the multitude of party-goers. It was essentially an exercise in human obstacle maneuvering. Each step she took was greeted with a question, comment, compliment, or combination of all three. Blair's frustration level increased with every furnished society smile, pleasantry, and artificial word of thanks.
"OMG, B, you look amazing. I love your dress. Where did you get it?"
"It's an Eleanor Waldorf Design, of course. Fresh off the runway."
"Hey, Blair. Nice moves out there with Bass. Maybe I can interest you in some of my own later tonight?"
Reflexive eye roll. "Ew, no thanks. If your moves are like anything I saw earlier, your date is going to need an extra absorbent towel to wipe off the excess saliva that accompanies your sad excuse for a kiss."
"Oh, B, you have to help me. I'm not sure who to choose. Should I make out with Brett tonight? Or should I pick Rhys?"
"Why one when you can have both? I mean, you have had your eye on both of them, S. And it is your party."
Serena's eyes lit up as she squealed with delight. She took Blair's sarcasm as her blessing to indulge in both 8th grade boys for the evening.
Ugh. How long is it going to take before I find Chuck? Fortunately, the stairs were just within reach. And someone was walking down those steps.
Someone that flooded Blair with intense curiosity.
Why was Georgina adjusting her straps? Why did her normally pale skin have a pink glow about it? And why was she sporting a very satisfied look? Blair tried to squash the hard tugs she was experiencing in her gut.
"Oh, hey, B. Nice little display between you and Bass earlier. Didn't know you had it in you."
"Hmm, what can I say, Georgina? You well know that I'm the best of the best. I do everything 120%."
"Well, we both know that you don't do everything, Blair. But just so you know, your kissing partner has. As of 2 minutes ago. With me." Her blood red lips curled into a smug smile as she added, "He's all broken in and makes for a nice ride in case you want to try him out." With a flick of her long black hair, Georgina walked past Blair, heading straight towards a small group of 8th grade boys.
Blair's insides tightened. No, seriously? He wouldn't. Not with that crazy bitch. As she ascended the stairs, Blair felt sick and her heart pounded loudly against her chest. Her reactions felt confusing, she must be coming down with something.
She approached one of the rooms with the door slightly cracked. She could make out Chuck's back. He was leaning over the bed grabbing something. As she pushed the door open, it made a slight sound.
"Georgina, as much as I enjoyed our little romp. I told you One and Done. And, just to be clear, I don't do girlfriends." He turned around as he said the last sentence. Blair. His jaw dropped.
He quickly regained his composure and gave her his best smirk. "My, my, Waldorf. What brings you up here? Were you hoping for a second round of Spin your Best Kiss?" He cocked a brow and his eyes narrowed with a glint of mischief.
"Ha, you wish, Bass," she said a little too quickly and a bit breathlessly. She bit out her next words a touch more smoothly and a lot more haughtily, "I came upstairs to simply congratulate you on a job well done. Our little demonstration earlier let everyone know that we are the reigning pair in any competition tossed our way." The arrogance allowed her to quell the slight nausea she was experiencing. Maybe that sashimi was a bit off.
"Really, you came all the way upstairs to tell me that? The last time I checked it appeared as if you and my best friend were whispering sweet nothings into one another's ear. I'm surprised you're not off in some corner with dear Nathaniel trying out some of the moves we showed everyone tonight." I wish I were in that corner with you, kissing you senseless.
"No worries, Chuck. Nate and I will have plenty of time for sweet nothings and kisses given we are now officially together. I'm actually spending time with him and his family this weekend. I'll make sure to continue practicing my technique," she said with a wry smile. Did she actually believe what she was saying? Of course, Nate truly was perfect. But, Chuck's kisses were amazing. Soft, exploring, lingering, burning.
Chuck, on the other hand, felt as if he had just been punched in the gut with her news.
Georgina's comments echoed in Blair's ears. So, Georgina had been speaking the truth. She and Chuck really did have sex. Blair felt disgusted.
Why should she care?
Chuck was just a friend. A friend she'd known forever. A friend who knew her oh so well. A friend whose kisses caused her insides to burn with a desire she had never experienced before, much less imagined.
Blair felt her face flushing. She shook her head to rid herself of these unwanted thoughts. She attempted to regain her composure by channeling her most disdainful bitch face, coldly commenting, "Oh, and by the way, I ran into Georgina as I walked up the stairs earlier. She let me know she swiped your V-card tonight. I guess congratulations are in order?"
He shuddered at the memories of the psycho bitch, but quickly masked it with a smarmily oozed, "Thank you, Waldorf, how gracious of you. Yes, Georgina was my first, but definitely won't be my last. If you want, I could give you a lesson." He gave her an indecent grin and wink.
"Ew Chuck, you are heinous and should be deloused." With that parting insult, she spun on her heel quickly and headed back to the party. As she walked away, Blair was utterly confused by the churning of feelings she was experiencing. Disgust. Regret. Disappointment. Sadness. Anger. Jealousy? Ugh, no, it was definitely bad sashimi.
Deep satisfaction scented the air. Still clinging onto one another, limbs intertwined, breathing heavily, a light sheen of perspiration glistened over their bodies. They gazed at each other with a new level of awareness and intimate knowledge. He tilted his head and kissed her once more, taking time to trace her lips with his tongue, savoring her, completing the kiss by biting her lower lip ever so gently.
"You taste just like I remember," he whispered huskily, his eyes filled with intense desire. "Do you remember, Blair?"
It was the night she had shoved away into one of the many mysterious alcoves of her mind. She blinked slowly as the wave of memories washed over her. Each repressed moment clicked in place.
She remembered everything.
The night in which he had first awakened something deep within her. That first kiss. Like a prince awakening his princess from the deepest torpor of a sleeping spell. He had stirred a sensual fire within her that she did not know she possessed.
"You do remember, don't you, Waldorf?" he asked again, trailing his thumb across her cheek down to the sensitive area right below her chin. "Touching you, kissing you, inhaling the scent of you. It was something like I had never experienced before. I've been dreaming of kissing you like that again for four years."
Her breath caught in her throat and she nodded.
"I remember."
She smiled with a hint of uncharacteristic shyness given the night's activities. "Did you know you were my first kiss?"
Chuck's warm hazel eyes exhibited a hint of disbelief.
"Believe me, Chuck, you surprised me and I surprised myself. I never knew I would respond to you the way I did. And with some silly game at that."
"A game we handily won," he reminded her in mock seriousness.
"The way you made me feel that night. I think I've been trying to replicate those same feelings ever since. But I haven't been able to. Not until tonight." She brushed her lips against his once again. Her body flushed with growing yearning, her senses aflame. She adjusted to cover his mouth more fully with her own. She parted his lips with her tongue and he readily provided her entrance. Greeting her with fervent strokes of his own.
She reveled in their decadent kisses. Lips yielding. Soft yet firm. Velvety yet filled with an urgent, almost rough need to discover, explore and relish in each new sensation. Each caress awakening something within the other. A dawning realization at the depth to which they truly fit one another, their lips simply a symbol of their perfect fit.
Both Blair and Chuck realized that tonight's kisses were merely a continuation of kisses from long ago. Although not yet ready to admit it to themselves or to one another, they were firmly on the 'Best I'm Going to Make you Fall in Love with Me Kiss' path. Each touch, graze, brush, nibble, stroke, and caress was laying the foundation for 3 words, 8 letters.
xoxo
A/N: This final chapter of "Best Kiss" is dedicated to the amazing scarlett2u. A very happy early birthday to you!
And thank you to all who have been so supportive of my first multi-chapter fic. Your words of encouragement, reviews, favorites, and follows have been wonderful. You are much appreciated.