You, my lovely readers, are in for a treat; it's double update day! I actually wrote chapter 4 a week or so ago and was finally just desperate to publish it so I got round to writing this one. I did consider torturing you with a day's gap in between but decided against it, so I'm posting both as a particular thank you to all who've reviewed or Story/Author alerted me so far; thank you so much!

Also, I've changed the rating up to M, there's nothing too appalling but it is a little bit smutty... sorry if this puts anybody off, I'd hate to loose you :(

Here's a little missing scene between episodes 2 and 3 of season one. Hope you like xoxo

16

Chuck scrambled around on his bedside table, looking for the light switch so he could better locate his phone, which had recently woken him from a very satisfying dream about the new Latvian maid and ice cubes. He eventually located it somewhere just under his covers, he could vaguely recall checking the Gossip Girl headlines before he had retired to bed.
"Hello?" he answered, his voice huskier than usual from sleep, his eyes too tired to check the caller ID or the time.
"Good evening Chuck." A familiar-sounding voice giggled to him, a slight slur marring her normally flawless diction.
"Blair," he smiled despite himself, laying back casually onto his pillows, "do you have any idea what time it is?" He felt an indulgent expression cross his face as he listened to her chuckle down the phone.
"Yess... well. No, not technically." She petulantly confessed. "Why Chucky? Is it past baby Bass' bedtime?"
"All the time is bedtime for a Bass man, all it requires is the right company, you know that Waldorf." He smirked down the phone to her.

Her reaction surprised him; he had expected a classic Blair put down, even despite her obvious inebriation. Instead she gave a strangely throaty laugh, a much more sensual noise than he had ever heard her make before.
"I know, in fact bedtime for you barely ever even requires a bed, as long as there's a rooftop and she's willing, right?" she playfully asked. He grinned at her apparent playful mood.
"You're forgetting the most important factor, Blair," he murmured, leaving the pregnant pause hanging.
"... Tell me." She urged in a stage whisper.
"She has to be mother-effing hot and freaky to boot." He whispered back. The pause following this disconcerted him; he'd anticipated a laugh, maybe an exasperated 'Chu-uck' but certainly not a pause followed by a dainty gasp. "Blair? Blair, what are you doing?"
"I'm... God, I'm being stupid. I thought I didn't care but I do, I do, I always will and it's all my fault because I'm not effing hot or tall or leggy or with huge boobs or blonde hair. I don't laugh at people and touch their arms or look over my stupid skinny shoulders at people. And maybe, maybe people aren't boring just because they work hard and don't embarrass themselves and their families, maybe they can see further into the future than the end of next week." She finished, her drunken rant abruptly stopping as she gave another gasp, confirming Chuck's suspicions that she was crying. He knew he should comfort her, but thought it would be pointless, so he decided the best tactic would be distraction.

"Serena has nothing on you, Blair," he casually began, "she's a whiney whore who doesn't have two brain cells to rub together, she couldn't put together a good plot even with Guy Fawkes' assistance. What do you see in your future?" he abruptly changed the subject. He heard her falter, just the briefest of pauses while she thought.
"I... I don't even know anymore. When I've thought about my future it's always been Nate, Nate, Nate, but now I don't even know..." she whispered.
"What are you talking about?" Chuck asked, his brow furrowed, "I thought you guys made up, he said he'd try harder?" he heard her scoff at the end of the line.
"Like that's our problem. It's not that Nate doesn't try, it's that he doesn't want me enough. Nobody does. Nobody would ever want me so much that they'd want to screw me on a barstool, I'll never be like that, I'll never be free and desirable, I should just admit defeat now, accept that passion is just something I'll never have in my life." She finished, sounding dejected. Chuck felt a tightness in his chest and they listened to one another breathe as he considered how to continue the conversation.

"Waldorf... you're crazy," he eventually began, his eyes closed, "nobody is hotter than you when you're in bitch mode. Every time I see you putting down one of your minions, or plotting in the halls at school, or watching a plan unravel in front of you, nothing is hotter, I swear to God." There was a pause and Chuck wondered if he had pushed too far. He got his answer a second later.
"You think I'm hot?" Was her succinct reply, her tone hushed. He let out a slight breath of relief before he continued.
"Blair I swear to God, I can't count the amount of time I've wanted-" He stopped himself, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, "you have no idea. And neither does Nate, he's crazy. Sometimes, the way he talks, I want to shake him. I don't know how he doesn't see it."
"See what?" she breathed.
"See... you, Blair. See how.... perfectly fuckable you are." He said, his smirk back on his face as the concern drained from his body listening to her stuttering breaths. "I don't know what it is. At first I thought maybe it was the virgin thing that made me want you, you dressing so sexily with your plaid skirts and your stockings, your exquisite, untouched beauty, but that's not it. You have something else, Blair. I seriously cannot comprehend how Nate can resist throwing you down and making you his."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone before she asked him to hold on one second. He heard a lot of rustling and a few thuds and gentle curse words in the back ground. He smiled thinking of her crashing around in her bedroom. Eventually he heard a loud rustle and a cough before she affirmed that she was back.
"What was all that?" he asked softly.
"I was getting into bed." She replied just as quietly. Chuck paused before speaking again.
"You took an awful long time just to pop into the covers..."
"My dress had complicated buttons and then my garters got all tangled..."
"... Blair, what are you wearing now?"
"Nothing, Chuck."

Chuck gulped and held the phone a little away from his ear as he examined the pattern his lamplight made on the ceiling. He knew she was drunk, so she wouldn't remember anything, judging by how bold she was being, not to mention the ranting. She heard her softly calling his name from the ear piece, which he brought back to his ear with a smile.
"Now that... that is interesting, B. Why don't you elaborate?"
She softly giggled. "Well I'm in bed... my hair is a mess because I pulled the pins out and I'm under the covers, they feel nice... soft." She murmured. Chuck took a second to picture her, her gorgeous curls mussed up and spread around her face on the pillow, her comforter tucked around her dangerous curves and she giggled on the phone to him. He shifted to accommodate his burgeoning erection.
"I hope you put me on your drunk dial hotline, Blair, this is far too fun a privilege for you to bestow it on anybody but me. I'm the only one who could properly respond. I'm the only one who can tell you what you need." He said, allowing a dangerous edge to cut through his soft tones. He heard her gasp quietly and tortured himself with more imagined images of her.
"Chuck?" She said, her shy tone breaking his stream of consciousness in which Blair was nude and writhing on blue silk sheets running her hand across her collarbone, down over her breasts, down her stomach, "you said you don't know how Nate doesn't do things to me, you said you wanted me. How to you want me Chuck?"
His breath caught in his throat at the implications. Imagining her drunk in her birthday suit was one thing, but this sounded suspiciously like it was leading up to some serious phone filth. Thoughts of loyalty to his best friend were pushed aside to make room for the possibility that he might soon have the Queen of Constance talking dirty down his ear.
"I want you exactly how you are Blair. I want you bitchy, I want you bossy, I want you looking down your nose at me like you do to the lesser sluts at school." He told her, sliding his hand into his pyjama bottoms and gripping his straining erection. "I'm Chuck Bass, Blair, and I usually take exactly what I want, but Nate..."
"Shush," she breathed, "no Nate. There's no Nate. Tell me how you'd take me, Chuck."

He listened to her breathing; shallow and slightly erratic. He had never imagined Blair for being one to touch herself, but then again if somebody had told him an hour ago that he'd be stroking himself while she asked how he would screw her he'd have laughed them off as crazy; Blair was just full of surprises.
"I'd make it good for you. They say a girl never enjoys her first time but you'd be the exception that screws the rule, Blair."
"H-how? How would you make it good for me?" she breathlessly asked.
"I'd be gentle. I'd work you up until you came in my hand before I'd even try anything with you. I'd make you sure that you wanted it before I'd slide into you, I wouldn't let the pain last, I'd ride it out with you until it began to feel good." He said, feeling his brow becoming hot as he thought of her writhing below him, his frantic masturbation increasing in pace. He heard her make a strangled hum and nearly came; whether she was touching herself or not, she was definitely getting off on this.
"How good? How will it feel?"
"Amazing. You'll be so wet and so tight... I'll slide in like a hot knife into butter. You'll feel me inside you, filling you up, making you feel complete and just when you think it won't get any better I'll move inside you, grind against your clit and, fuck, I can imagine you bucking against me, you're so hot." He muttered, feeling himself building towards a climax. Her breathing was becoming more frantic, and was punctuated by little mewls of pleasure that Chuck was sure would be haunting his thoughts for weeks afterwards.
"More, more Chuck, what next? Please, Chuck." She trailed off into a throaty sigh. His pace was more intense than it had been since he was a virgin, he could barely choke his words out as he tried to concentrate.
"We'll come. I'll begin to move faster inside you, your nipples will be so hard, moving against my chest, I'll take one in my mouth and suck you." He paused, listening to her almost imperceptible, breathy cries of 'yes, yes'. "I'd pound you until you cried my name, until it felt so good you'd want to sob with the power of it, and just when you think it can't get any better we'll come together. I can feel you wrapped around my cock, Blair, do you feel me?" He gripped his cock hard as he waited for her response.
"Yes, I'm nearly... More Chuck, make me come?" She whispered. As she confirmed her activities it took all his willpower not to come all over his two-hundred dollar silk pants.
"You want more? Baby there's a whole world of more. I'll throw you down and pound into you, I'll kiss you so hard you can't breathe, and we'll hold each other so tight we'll leave bruises, it would be animal and sweaty and sexy. I'd ruin you for anybody else and fuck, Blair it would be perfect because it would be us." He heard her gasps and pants reach fever pitch and he came in his pants with her name on his lips as he listened to her climax down the phone, whispering his name like a secret into the dark of her bedroom.

"Jesus, Blair." He whispered, bringing his sticky hand out of the sheets and holding it away from him and the covers.
"Mmm," she sleepily responded, "are we dreaming?"
He smiled at her sexy murmur. "Yes, the very same wet dream. Drunken Queens need their beauty rest now." He replied, "try to forget this before tomorrow Blair, otherwise you'll just go total bitch on me again." Her breathing had become deeper and he was sure she'd fallen asleep, leaving the conclusion of their conversation into the haze between drunken consciousness and dreamless oblivion. He was about to hang up when he heard her voice whisper his name again.
"Yes, Blair?"
"I won't forget. This will be in my dreams. If he comes to me, I'll be coming for you. You, Chuck." She whispered cryptically before disconnecting the phone, leaving him to nothing but tortured thoughts of the girl he'd never have and a sticky hand.

AN- Reviews are love and I'm dying to know what you thought of this. Not sure if it's a little OOC but my thinking was that Blair would be pretty out of it... but not too much ;)

Anyway, my first try at a bit of the ol' phone sex, hopefully the dialogue all worked.... xoxo