Title: Behind Closed Doors
Author: misaki
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Disclaimer: All characters and settings are property of the CW, creators and producers. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: MA / NC-17
Pairing: Blair/Chuck
Notes: This can be read in conjunction with 'Hurricanes' but also as a standalone. I ignored Blair's comment to Serena in 1.09 about sleeping with Chuck twice, because that's no fun ;). This is pretty fluffy, because they're always so fluffy when they're not fighting.
Summary: One month of Blair and Chuck, before it all fell apart. Set between Seventeen Candles and Hi, Society.
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Chuck forced himself to calm as the limo approached the Met, feeling wired and fuzzy around the edges from lack of sleep. Or maybe it was the very empty bottle of scotch. Either way he felt like shit. He checked his reflection in the flip-down mirror before closing it with disgust. When the car came to a stop, he stepped out and headed to her spot on the steps, his face closed and hard in the harsh daylight.
Blair didn't acknowledge him as he approached, rolling her chopsticks between her fingers, her bento mostly uneaten.
"I need to speak to you," he said, interrupting Hazel's story about Laurel Carlson's recent deflowering behind the gym. The tension in his voice caused the girls' eyes to turn to him simultaneously, before sliding curiously to Blair.
Blair hadn't returned his calls, all night or that morning, and when she looked at him it was like she was seeing right through him, into the pavement below. Chuck tried not to betray his frustration.
"Yes?" she said, eyebrows raised. He waited for her to stand, but she kept staring through him, perfectly manicured fingers folded together on her lap. He knew she wasn't that proper, had seen to that himself.
"In confidence," he said tightly, hating that she was making this harder than it already was.
"I'm busy, Chuck," Blair said, not looking the least bit interested, or occupied. "And you're interrupting. If there's something you need to say to me then I'm sure Dorota can pass on the message." Her stiff smile didn't meet her eyes as she held his gaze. He could tell she wanted him to suffer, to reduce him to nothing so that she could believe he would no longer affect her. Blair's favourite strategy had always been total destruction.
When it was clear she wasn't going to back down he turned and walked back to the limo, feeling her eyes on the back of his head. He couldn't stand this. She preferred to pretend that nothing had happened. Out of sight, out of mind. Blair always wanted to live in her lies, while he liked to pick at a scab until it bled. Chuck had always preferred the pain over the scars.
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Blair woke up to darkness, momentarily confused. She squinted at the clock on her bedside table, which read 1:34. She'd only dozed for an hour. She had slept badly after leaving Jade Bar the night before, tossing until she fell into a restless sleep and waking hours before her alarm went off, her stomach twisting.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and her scream became half-stuck in her throat as she whirled around, smacking the arm away.
"Blair, it's me," Chuck said quickly, and she stared at the shadowy figure by her bed, wide-eyed with fright and now completely awake.
"What the fuck!" she shouted in a whisper, launching herself up to pummel him hard on the chest and shoulders as he tried to grab her hands to stop her blows. She could kill him for scaring her like that. "What are you doing here, Chuck?"
"I'm sorry!" he said, finally managing to catch her wrists. "Dorota let me up."
"What?" she asked, livid. Dorota knew Chuck was not allowed near her. "Why?"
"I have her cell phone number," he said. She looked at him with disdain, unsurprised. "I told her I just wanted to talk to you, okay?"
"I'm going to send that traitor on a boat back to Poland," Blair seethed, trying to release her wrists to hit him again.
"And I promised her you would do nothing of the sort," Chuck replied, holding on tightly.
Blair glared at him. "You are in no position to make promises to anyone, let alone my Dorota! Let go of me." He had the gall to look amused, which made her angrier. "Chuck!"
He yanked her wrists towards him, bringing their bodies closer together. She was breathing hard from the struggle, staring at him in the darkness. He felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her, she was so furious, and the idea of losing her had made him need her even more.
"What do you want?" Blair said, the hardness in the her voice slipping momentarily. Sitting in the dark with Chuck, in her bed, it was too familiar, and reminded her too much of other nights.
Chuck looked at her, their faces inches apart. His voice was low and lush and full of secrets. "I thought that was obvious. I want you."
"Well, you can't have me," she replied sharply. "Now leave."
"No," he said softly, moving forward so that his lips almost brushed hers. "I don't want to."
Blair felt her body respond and tried to strengthen her resolve. She spoke her words deliberately. "We're done, Chuck. It's over."
He touched his lips to hers so lightly she barely felt it, still looking at her, and for the life of her she couldn't pull away, feeling her heart thudding in her chest, the blood rushing in her ears. She realised she was holding her breath.
"You're under my skin, Blair," he whispered. "And I'm under yours. You can't deny that."
She swallowed, unable to reply, her eyelashes lowering. Chuck loosened his hold on her wrists to lace his fingers through hers, picking up something from her pillow and holding it under her nose. It was a red rose.
Blair arched an eyebrow. "A rose? That's a little cliché."
He considered it, turning the stem in his fingers. It was flawless, the petals velvet and blood red. "I've never bought roses before," he said, almost as if he were speaking to himself. His voice, his nearness, was affecting her, making her ache.
She noticed the large bouquet taking up her vanity table and sighed, looking pained. He always brought flowers. "Chuck--"
"The other night was… unfortunate," he said regretfully, and Blair's expression at his choice of words was sardonic. "That wasn't what I wanted. I even called Nathaniel to distract Rachel for the night."
She shot him a dark look. "You're not making this better."
"What do you want me to say?" Chuck said in frustration, frowning. Blair knew he wanted her, he wanted her all the time, why did she insist on pushing him?
Blair looked at him, not knowing how to respond, or what she wanted him to do. All she knew was that it hurt, seeing him had hurt and the pain in her chest hadn't subsided since.
"I don't know," she admitted finally, unable to look at his face. "I-I'm not…" She drew in a shaky breath, feeling tears begin to sting her eyes. "Just don't… treat me like I'm just one of them, Chuck. It makes me sick."
The way he was looking at her unnerved her, his serious eyes piercing hers, and she immediately regretted her words, feeling like she'd given him too much arsenal to use against her. She wasn't supposed to care about what he did, what he thought of her. None of it was ever supposed to matter.
"Blair," he said, his face softening as his lips curved into a hint of a smile. "For someone so fucking smart, you can be really dense sometimes."
Chuck watched as her mouth opened in outrage, and she hit him hard on the shoulder again with her fist.
"Okay, ow," he said, catching her around the waist to stop her from beating up on him again. He had missed the feel of her small body against his, afraid he would never have it again.
"You are such a pig," Blair said sulkily, but didn't move away from his arms. He smiled a little sadly.
"You are beautiful," Chuck replied. She stared at him, searching his gaze for any sign of pretense, finding none.
He leaned forward slowly, giving Blair a chance to stop him, before brushing his mouth against hers, kissing her bottom lip softly, then the top. Her eyes fell shut, waiting, fingers curling around his. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then traced her cheekbone with his lips, breathing in her scent. She always smelled sweet, like fresh fruit and sugar candy on a summer afternoon.
"I'm not done being mad at you," she said softly, her hair brushing his face.
He kissed the spot next to her ear, his breath warm. "Good."
Using the tip of the rose, he followed the trail of his lips, the cool petals causing goosebumps to appear on her arms. Blair felt the feather soft petals on her cheek, whispering down the side of her throat, making her shiver. Then Chuck's mouth was on hers again, kissing her without restraint this time, her lips parting easily to allow his tongue entrance.
She was more than ready for him, feeling so sensitive that she thought a single touch might push her over the edge, but he was taking it slowly, kissing her for long minutes while her hands moved over him urgently, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Chuck…" she pleaded, just wanting his skin on hers, the delectable friction, to make her forget everything. This was what they were, the only way they knew how to be. And she needed to feel warm again.
He pulled her gauzy nightgown over her head and she lifted her arms to help him before wrapping them around his neck, climbing onto his lap. Chuck held her tightly, stroking a hard, pink nipple as he kissed her, catching her whimpers in his mouth. He loved Blair's skin, heating him up and making his nerves come alive. No one had ever made him feel this alive.
He laid her back on the bed, kissing a hot trail down her body, hands caressing her thighs as he kissed them, giving her a playful bite that made her squeak. He slid her panties down her legs, and Blair quivered in anticipation, biting her lip as Chuck pressed slow, rich kisses around her navel, her hips.
Giving her a wicked look, he lowered his mouth to her pussy, knowing she was in no mood to be teased, and gave her a long, slow lick from bottom to top. She shuddered, fingers tightening around the satin sheets. She felt like she was going to burst into flames if he kept touching her.
He kissed and licked her, content to do it for the rest of the night if she wanted, he didn't care as long as Blair kept moaning like that. She was dripping wet and tasted like strawberries dipped in honey, he could never get enough. When he kissed her clit and pushed two fingers inside her gently she grasped his hair, arching her back, and he felt her inner muscles begin to clench spasmodically.
Chuck looked up at her in disbelief as her orgasm slowly abated, her skin burning and electric. "You came just from that?"
Blair lay there panting, then laughed, equally stunned. "Uh huh."
He began to move his fingers inside her, rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb, wanting to see her like that all over again. "I am so turned on right now."
She sighed and trembled around him. "And I really, really want you inside me," she gasped.
One look at her and Chuck knew she wasn't kidding, twisting and arching on the sheets, and he had the rest of his clothes off in seconds, climbing up her body to kiss her fiercely. She was impatient, taking his rigid cock in her hand and stroking firmly, before guiding him to her entrance.
He pulled back to look down at her face as he slid in slowly, watching her lips fall open, her dark eyes on his. When he was all the way in he had to stop, needing all the control he could muster, she was so hot and wet. He moved her hair away from her face, and Blair smiled dreamily, hands drifting down his back.
"I think I'm gonna come again," she breathed, shifting her hips beneath his, her muscles impossibly tight and making it even harder for him to focus on not letting go.
"We should have make up sex more often," Chuck mused, beginning to thrust inside her in long, deep strokes, absently realising it was a first for him as well.
"Oh, god, yes," Blair moaned, and tipped over the edge once more as he held her, always waiting to catch her when she finally landed.
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Chuck blinked drowsily in the harsh daylight, rolling over before reaching out and finding the other side of the bed empty. He frowned, then lifted his head, finding Blair peering into a drawer in his cabinet, wearing his shirt from the previous night. They'd gotten back from Penelope's party late, collapsing into bed, and had awoken just before dawn to reach for each other. Chuck half-wondered if he had dreamt it, holding her as she rocked above him slowly in the dark grey light, as if discovering a secret hour of the day. It suited them somehow, making love before the city awoke.
He studied her contemplatively, the dark, tangled hair and smooth legs, feeling a twinge in his chest. He could get used to seeing Blair in his clothes. Forget her designer wardrobe, her hot garter stockings and summer dresses. She had never looked more gorgeous than that moment, rumpled and unaware.
"Finally! I thought you were comatose," she said, noticing he was awake and bounding back to the bed. Blair was a morning person, always getting up well before him. "I already had breakfast sent up. What's this?"
She handed him a black jewellery box she had found amongst his belongings. Chuck raised an eyebrow.
"Snooping?"
"I was bored," Blair said pointedly. "A tank couldn't wake you."
He smirked, pulling her down for a light kiss. "I expend a lot of energy."
She watched as he opened the box, showing her the platinum and diamond Cartier pendant, two inches long with three teardrop tiers. He had taken it from Bart's safe when he was fifteen, and his father had never brought it up, allowing him this keepsake.
"It was my mother's," Chuck said absently. "My father gave it to her when they found out she was pregnant."
"It's very beautiful," Blair said, wrapping an arm around his waist. She touched his hair affectionately and he placed the box on his bedside table in silence, turning back to kiss her neck.
"So do I get breakfast in bed?" he grinned, relieved to be changing the topic. He could smell fresh croissants across the room.
Blair pushed him away, pulling his shirt over her head and straddling him. His eyes were drawn to her soft, rounded breasts, her smooth skin, and he felt the familiar pang of desire.
"Crazy morning sex, then breakfast," she declared with a grin, leaning down to capture his lips.
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Serena sighed inwardly, already wishing the night was over, but it was still relatively early. Blair was pointedly ignoring Nate who was standing across the room, in a conversation with Katrina Altmann. She'd barely spoken to her ex since their break up more than three weeks ago, exchanging perfunctory greetings and moving to their respective corners whenever they were forced to socialise. Serena wished Dan were there but the Christmas party was strictly invitees only, hosted by Dr Samuel Altmann and his wife, mutual friends of their parents.
"I feel like I'm ten again, waiting for the grown ups to finish drinking so we can go home," Serena said wearily, smiling and waving to someone across the room.
"Though Missy Altmann has commendable taste in wine," Blair smirked, finishing her second glass of barbaresco. She tapped a cute waiter on the shoulder, flashing a smile and handing him her glass. "Keep 'em coming."
Chuck was supposed to have arrived an hour ago, but then punctuality had never been one of his strong points. Blair was torn between excitement and dread. It had been three days since they'd last seen each other, both too busy with their commitments to arrange any time together. But with all of their friends in one place, she wanted to forestall the inevitable awkwardness, especially with Nate in the room as well.
"God, look at her dress," Blair said, making a face. "Please tell me I did not look like that in 2006."
Serena bit back a smile. "Retract, pussycat." She watched as Blair's eyes flicked over the guests, then towards the entranceway again. She shook her head, taking another sip of her wine.
"If you talk to him then you're going to have to talk to Nate," she said, watching Blair's reaction.
Her friend gave her a look. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Serena rolled her eyes at her usual denial. "So you're going to leave them both alone tonight?"
Blair looked affronted. "More like Chuck will do everything in his power to embarrass me."
"I wish Dan was here," Serena sighed. "Katrina's brother is probably going to replay all his hot moves from the masquerade ball."
"Dan's probably moping at home, drawing love hearts in his secret diary," Blair mocked. "The boy wants your babies. It's disgusting."
"Oh, I don't think you can be the judge of disgusting," Serena elbowed her.
Blair feigned innocence. "I have no idea what you mean, ma cherie."
As if on cue, Chuck appeared in front of them, single malt scotch in hand. "Ladies. You both look lovely this evening."
"Case in point," Serena smirked as he gazed at Blair.
"Chuck," Blair greeted coyly, suppressing her smile as she caught his eyes. He stared at her, amusement playing on his lips.
"Okay, you two," Serena said after a long moment, breaking their gaze and taking Blair's arm. "Let's keep it clean tonight. I just want to get through one party without the usual psycho drama."
"I miss when you used to be fun," Chuck said wistfully. "Seems like B is the only one having any fun these days."
"Ugh, gross," Serena said, drinking the rest of her wine. "And B is coming with me. Go to the other side of the sandbox and play with Nate."
"I'm pretty sure I own all the sandboxes," Chuck said intently. Blair raised an eyebrow at him and he gave her a panty-wetting smirk. "I'll get you later," he promised, before Serena pulled her in the other direction.
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Two hours later they were successfully meandering from tipsy to drunk, giggling over their wine glasses. Blair had sent a few meaningful glances in Chuck's direction but had otherwise managed to stick close to her best friend, who was doing an excellent impression of Lily as post-divorce pre-marriage interior decorator.
"My favourite was when German Klaus wanted the seahorse sculpture next to the sofa," Blair said, "And your mom freaked out about his nesting instincts."
"He really did like the seahorses," Serena agreed. "A lot. Remember the seahorse birthday card he gave me? He signed off 'Your friend, Klaus.'"
Blair laughed. "It was kind of cute, you have to admit. In a creepy way."
She glanced at Chuck again, feeling impatient and edgy. He met her eyes squarely over Nate's shoulder, then moved his head almost imperceptibly towards the door, the gesture so slight she almost missed it.
She swallowed. This was a bad idea. Very bad. Which was why she was staying put, and not following, because Serena was safe and always on her side. Blair looked at him again; he was wearing a new red bowtie, and she decided she really wanted to take it off. With her teeth. He narrowed his eyes at her as if gleaning her thoughts.
"Hey, uh, S… I'm gonna find the bathroom. So much wine."
"Okay," Serena said, giving her empty glass to a waiter. "But be quick, I think Missy wants to fawn over my hair or something. She keeps waving."
Blair nodded before threading her way out of the main room, smiling at people she recognised as she passed. She tentatively tried some closed doors in the hallway, finding them locked. The music had become quieter in the distance, she knew there was a study somewhere down this way…
Blair felt a firm, familiar hand on her waist and practically sighed with relief, his body pressing against her back. "This way," he whispered, turning a corner and pulling her into Dr Altmann's study.
She pushed the door shut and spun around, pulling his head down to hers in a hard, frantic kiss. Chuck kissed her back just as fiercely, nipping at her soft lips, practically tripping over their legs to lean her against the opposite wall.
"Three days," he said between kisses, her hands yanking on his bowtie. It had felt like the longest three days of his life. He was hard as hell, having to end every night in his own hand, cursing the universe for making him want her so much when he could have any girl in his bed any night of the week.
"I know," she breathed, nimble fingers undoing his belt, pulling the zipper down and reaching inside. She missed the soft, soft skin and hardness beneath, the smell of his aftershave, his strong hands sliding up her thighs…
"How long do we have?" he asked, hiking up her skirt as she hooked a leg over his hip, attacking his lips again.
"About five minutes," Blair mumbled into his mouth, before kissing the line of his jaw, breathing in his skin. He knew he could make her come in three. Two if he used his tongue.
Chuck looked at her in surprise, a hand squeezing her ass. "No underwear?"
She smiled almost shyly, playfulness in her eyes. "Knew we'd do this."
He looked at her with amused curiosity in his gaze, heart swelling. How did he get this lucky? "Is that so?"
She kissed him to shut him up, feeling the head of his cock nudge her entrance and sighing with sheer relief. He met her eyes and surged into her, rubbing her over-sensitive clit, wanting to get her there as quickly as possible. She let her head fall back against the wall, grasping his upper arms as he thrust into her, stretching her mercilessly.
When he massaged her clit in small, hard circles she muffled her moan against his shoulder, legs weakening as she felt her orgasm burst inside her like an overripe melon, spasming around him uncontrollably. Her release flooded her, hot and sharp and irresistible, surpassing the late night fantasies and inadequate fingers frantically seeking completion without him. Thank god…
"That's my girl," Chuck smiled, before swiftly picking up the pace, both hands now free to hold her hips as he thrust harder. She licked her lips as she panted, feeling him get bigger, watching him squeeze his eyes shut and embracing him tightly as he reached the precipice. His thrusts became deep and uneven, his face buried in her neck as he bit back a groan.
His girl. Blair held him as he pulsed inside her, pressing her lips against the soft curve of his ear.
Chuck gazed at her as they recovered and she giggled, reaching up to smooth his ruffled hair down. He dipped his head forward and kissed her slowly, finding her tongue with his, and after a long moment she had to force herself to pull back, his lips moving to her cheek.
"We have to get back," she whispered, even as her eyes drifted shut again. "No lock."
Chuck kissed her neck, wanting more than anything just to do it all over again, only slower this time, so he could watch her. "You are incredible."
She bit her lip as his teeth grazed her neck, sending tingles down her spine. "And you are very good at that."
He grinned, licking a small path to her ear. Blair smiled, feeling flushed and thinking, What difference is another minute? She found his tongue again, kissing him harder, forgetting everything except the taste of his lips, the way he knew how to kiss her just right, and god, she'd missed this more than anything. They were playing now, savouring the reunion.
"Come over later?" she whispered between kisses, feeling him smile again.
"Do you even have to ask?" Chuck said, giving her a hungry look, full of promise. "We're not done yet. This was just an… appetiser."
Blair's mouth curved into a smile, brushing against his. "Mmm, appetiser…"
He started to kiss her neck again and her hands moved under his jacket, hating that there were so many clothes between them and getting hot just thinking about what they'd be doing in her bed in a few hours…
"Oh my god!" Serena exclaimed, mortified and turning to face the wall. She did not need to see her best friend and Chuck Bass getting all gropey and… entwine-y. Ever.
They disengaged quickly and Blair gave her an irritated look, quickly straightening her dress. "Serena! You scared the shit out of me."
"What the hell are you thinking?" Serena berated them, pulling her away from Chuck by the arm. "Your mom's looking for you! And Nate's looking for you," she said pointedly to Chuck.
Blair glanced worriedly at him before she hurried out, and he flashed a smirk at her before sinking into an armchair.
Chuck was surprised to find that a part of him had been disappointed that it had only been Serena. The part of him that obviously had a death wish. He really needed a drink.
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Blair pulled the covers higher around her shoulders, leaning on her elbow to look at him. When he was in sleep, his eyes no longer hooded and his mouth relaxed, tenderness would sweep over her as she realised, The great Chuck Bass is just a boy. He was also hers, even if just for this week, this night. Blair brushed his hair off his forehead, traced his nose, his brow. The corner of his mouth twitched and she knew he was awake. She pinched his earlobe. Lately she had been fixated on his perfectly formed ears, making sure they got proper attention.
"Go to sleep, Waldorf," he said without opening his eyes, pulling her closer with an arm around her waist. "It's a school night."
"Never stopped you before," she said, repeating the words he'd said to her once while fighting for her, but snuggled into his arms, throwing a leg over his hips. She felt his lips press against her forehead and they both fell into a dreamless sleep, exhausted.
When she awoke the next morning he was gone and she'd lain there for half an hour, feeling turmoil in her stomach because this was the way it was, and nothing would change, until it was over. And it would inevitably end, because he was Chuck, and she was Blair, and this was not happily ever after. This was merely the calm before the storm.
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Blair's cell rang as she walked down Park Avenue, Chuck's name appearing on the screen.
"Chuck, I just found the cutest dress at Bendels," she said by way of a greeting.
"I'm starving. Come to dinner and wear it tonight," he said, sounding tired. She pictured him sitting in the limo, a drink in hand. "I was thinking of Shinoya."
"Raincheck?" Blair said, "My mom wants to have a 'family' dinner. I think she still has residual guilt after Thanksgiving, she hasn't mentioned you once."
"Lucky you. Bart extended his trip in Hong Kong by another two weeks," Chuck said wryly. She felt disappointed for him, knowing he wanted to show his father how well Victrola had been performing, its patrons having already doubled since he'd bought his share for Bass Inc.
"I'll drop by after?" she said, arriving at her building. The doorman let her inside. "I have a feeling I'll need to release a bit of… tension."
She could hear Chuck's smile in his voice. "Are you propositioning me, Waldorf?"
"Or we could have a Supernatural marathon," she suggested.
His smiled dropped. "Sounding less fun."
"America's Next Top Model?"
He hung up on her. Blair grinned, texting Iz to cancel their drinks.
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She stretched her arms above her head as she got out of bed, working out the kinks in her back, before finding her panties and pulling them over her hips.
Chuck lay watching her from the bed, arm behind his head. "Where are you going?"
Blair turned to look at him, buttoning up her blouse. "Home. I should get back."
He raised an eyebrow. "It's almost 3am. You may as well stay."
She didn't reply, trying to undo the stuck zipper on her skirt. They hadn't been particularly careful in their rush to get to bare skin, tearing at each other's clothes in haste after some dumb argument about who had enjoyed it more when they had been forced to kiss at one of Serena's sleepovers, playing Spin the Bottle when they were twelve.
Chuck sighed, sitting up and pulling the skirt away from her. "Aren't you tired of this?"
Her head shot up, eyes studying his. "Tired of what?"
"Fighting me all the time," he said, pushing her bedraggled hair away from her face so he could see her properly. His voice turned low and deliberate. "I know you want to stay with me."
Blair looked at him then, at the hard face she loved despite knowing better, the angled cheekbones and narrowed eyes.
"I'll never stop fighting you," she said finally.
Chuck sat back against the headboard again, regarding her with a mixed expression. She didn't want him to look at her like that anymore, sick of it after all these weeks, like she was pulling and pushing him at the same time, like he couldn't decide whether to hold her or drop her into the sea.
"I want you to stay," he said without affect, just looked at her with those eyes, his hair still dishevelled and lips pursed.
Blair felt her chest untighten and she could breathe for the first time since getting out of his bed, and she wanted to smooth back his hair, and mess it up again, and not go home and back to her life. She just wanted to breathe.
It was 3am and he was right. He was always fucking right. She sighed.
"Move over, Bass," she said, kneeling on the bed and pulling her blouse back over her head so it wouldn't wrinkle. Chuck pulled the sheet over her as she settled in next to him, somehow not knowing how to touch him despite knowing every inch of his body.
He put an arm around her waist as they faced each other, drawing circles over the length of her back until she finally began to relax. She moved closer, their noses almost touching, growing sleepy as she became warm and comfortable. Earlier she had fought the overwhelming urge to sleep after sex, and now it was chasing her down.
She was done fighting him, if only for tonight.
"What do you want for breakfast?" she mumbled.
"Eggs," Chuck said without needing to think, eyes closed. "And a danish. You?"
"Muffin," she said, feeling hunger stir. "Berry smoothie."
"I'll call the kitchen," he said tiredly, before she fell asleep, small hand curled around his.
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TBC. Thanks for reading! Shall go back to stressing… :(