AN - Sorry for the long wait between updates but at least now they're together. So this is the last chapter where it's within the realms of what's already happened on the show, from now on there's going to be a bit more artistic license from me. Hope you like this chapter, it's a little fluffy and was a little rushed, I suddenly felt really guilty last night for not posting anything in ages. 3 more chapters to go and I'm really interested in getting your feedback to see what you'd like to see, either from their greater story arc or from the actual content (ie: smut, more interaction with other characters etc), so now more than ever reviews would be really marvellous! xoxo
18
"Why me?" Blair shouted, bearing down on Dorota. "Why does everything happen to me? I'm a good person, I'm kind, I'm forgiving, I'm charitable; remember that time I dropped ten dollars and that homeless man thought I was giving it to him? I didn't even ask for it back. Admittedly because he had gotten his hobo germs all over it but still; I gave him ten dollars!"
Dorota looked at Blair with a tense expression, not sure whether to respond or just wait to make sure this wasn't going to be somehow made into her fault.
"I mean, today of all days! Why? Why did it have to rain on my last day of freedom, no, not freedom, taste! And decency and clean bathrooms and, and the bagels I like that Cyrus gets. I don't know where he buys them, Dorota!" Blair hysterically stormed, throwing herself onto the chaise lounge.
"I, um, I go find out for you, Miss Blair." Dorota replied, making a hasty exit from Blair's company. Blair scowled after her maid and grabbed her phone.
"Well if this isn't a welcome relief." Chuck answered smoothly. "Where are we going, Blair, the suspense is killing me. Or are we staying in? If the surprise is us staying in and testing the durability of, say, leather underwear then I am totally game."
"There is no surprise, we can't do it." Blair huffed down the phone, sounding petulant.
"Blair, speak plainly, what 'can't we do'?" He asked, all business.
"The surprise! It's been ruined and we can't do it today. It's my last day of the Upper East Side and I can't even do what I wanted to with you." She whined.
"It's hardly your last day darling, you'll be back all the time, I'm certainly not coming down there any time I want to be seen on your arm. We can just rain check." He reassured her casually.
"Rain check!" She screamed. "That's exactly what it is. I have to go, I have to pack my DIY dreadlock kit and sanitizing spray." She hung up the phone.
Chuck stared, open-mouthed, at the phone for a second before starting a new message.
Dorota, what had B asked U to prepare for today? – C
He drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair as he waited for her response.
I am sworn to secrecy, Mr Chuck – D
He rolled his eyes and typed out a quick reply.
Dorota, tomorrow U will have to finish B's packing for NYU with her. Do U want her to B adorable + nostalgic, or a crazy bitch? – C
He waited only seconds for her response.
She ask me for special picnic basket ready for this afternoon – D
Chuck looked out the window with the rain streaming down it and understood.
If U still make the basket and get her out of the house this afternoon, I'll get U + V tix for the ballet – C
Basket will be in cleaning cupboard near kitchen, Miss Blair never look in there. Back at 3 - D
Chuck smiled at her response.
Perfect – C
"For once you were right, Dorota, I do feel a little better now I have the new Chanel. Of course, it will be covered in stickers and badges and, ugh, bling by the freshmen apes tomorrow, but until then I can enjoy it. It's nearly four, will I take tea in the foyer?" Blair breezed, relaxed after a few hours spent on 5th Avenue, handing her coat and sopping umbrella to her faithful maid.
"Perhaps you take your purchases to your room first, Miss Blair." Dorota replied, dripping. Blair squinted suspiciously at her.
"What's your plan? I know that look far too well, there's too much sparkle in your eyes..." she demanded.
"No plan, I have no plan Miss Blair, I just think maybe new, beautiful things better off in your bedroom, not in foyer. Now I go fetch something from kitchen." Dorota beamed, nodding before scuttling into the kitchen where an envelope from Chuck waited.
Blair grabbed her various bags and walked upstairs, her heels clicking on the marble. She was calmer, certainly, but still mourned her lost afternoon with Chuck. As she got to the landing she noticed a dim light coming from her bedroom. She sighed as she hurried towards it, shouting down an enquiry as to who had left her lamp on that morning. She stopped dead in the open doorway, her red lips falling open into a perfect circle as she gasped at the sight before her.
Chuck was on a tartan cashmere blanket on the floor at the end of her bed. The curtains were drawn against the grey sky outside and the candles he had light around the room bathed it in a sultry, yellow light. The man himself sat casually leaning against the end of her bed wearing beige trousers with brown checks and a purple and pink argyle sweater. His feet were only in pink socks and he was surrounded by traditional picnic fare; sandwiches, pastries, strawberries and champagne. Blair grinned as she took it all in and made to descend on Chuck and his feast but he held up a hand to stop her in her tracks, smiling softly.
"Ah ah, you are not dressed for a picnic. It's always been said that Blair Waldorf is nothing if not always dressed appropriately, you wouldn't want to let your reputation slide now, would you?"
Blair frowned at his comment but looked down to take in her clothes. Her green, wool princess coat and black boots did look completely at odds with his casual, summery outfit. She smiled and slipped them off, tossing them over an armchair before making to continue towards him. He halted her again.
"Come now, Blair! Stockings, at a picnic? If ever there was a time for bare legs it's when dining in the open air. And your blouse and skirt... You know better than anyone my penchant for your secretary chic but now really isn't the time. I say you close the door and make sure you're presentable before I can invite you to dine with me." He smirked, meeting her eyes with his own, glinting ones.
Blair smirked back at him over her shoulder as she shut the door before turning away, unbuttoning her shirt and slipping it off her shoulders. After tossing it aside she slid the zip at the back of her pencil skirt down slowly before letting it drop and stepping out of it. She turned to find her boyfriend smiling widely at her as she slowly sashayed over to him wearing only her champagne coloured slip and stockings. He allowed her to come to him this time, obliging her by taking off her stockings when she put one foot after the other delicately on his thigh. Finally she knelt beside him and smiled widely, their faces close.
"How did you know?" She whispered, a hand gently on his arm. He winked mischievously.
"My spies are everywhere." He murmured as her lips came near to his. She pecked him lightly before leaning away a little.
"I hope you pay Dorota well enough for her espionage." Blair replied, laughing. He looped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his side. He captured her lips and kissed her deeply before they separated. She sighed, contented and leant into his side, feeling snug beneath his arm. "This is perfect, Chuck, thank you."
"Please, any chance to combine you in lingerie and éclairs and I'll be there." He jokingly replied, bringing one of said cakes to his mouth. Blair darted in and playfully bit into it, chewing luxuriously as she looked smugly into his eyes.
"You're a mess, Waldorf, you got cream everywhere." Chuck murmured to her, his eyes on her lips as she chewed. Blair looked a little panicked.
"Where? I didn't really, did I?" She demanded, looking up to see the glint in Chuck's eyes and the smirk on his lips.
"Right," he said, scooping some of the filling from the éclair out onto his finger and dabbing it on her collar bone, "there." Blair laughed softly as he fed her the rest of the pastry before descending to her throat, licking the cream off and kissing her neck.
"You never seemed like one to use cheap lines like that, Bass, have I been subjecting you to too many romantic comedies?" Blair laughed, her hand running through his hair. He smiled at her as he pulled away from her neck.
"Just because I'm Chuck Bass doesn't mean I won't be using textbook picnic moves," he smiled, "for instance, any moment now I will suggest we take our champagne to higher ground to avoid the ants."
Blair frowned, "Bass, we're indoors." Chuck frowned and took in his surroundings, chewing thoughtfully on a sandwich.
"Do you know, I think you're right. Just to be on the safe side, though." He grabbed the champagne and smirked suggestively before standing and helping her up. He kissed her hand and gazed adoringly at her. He did enjoy the power heels but it was always a pleasure to see her looking like the young girl he knew she still was in so many ways, looking cute and petite with her floral headband on. He raised his hand to her cheek and caressed it as he leant down to kiss her softly. When he pulled away her eyes were still leisurely closed. His heart swelled as he gazed at her perfect face. "I love you, Blair." Her eyes opened in surprise, she still felt a thrill through her body whenever he said those words to her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and stood on her tip toes to kiss him soundly, just as passionate as the first time outside his limo with his gifts in her hands.
"I say you're right, we'd best take to higher ground. I'll set up camp, you rescue the cream cakes." She whispered onto his lips. He smiled and took his hands from her waist before turning to the picnic. He put the plate of sandwiches on her dresser before leaning down to grab the blanket and pastries.
"Oh dear!" He suddenly heard theatrically called from the bed. He smiled as he turned and straightened up slowly. Blair lay across her pillows, bottle of champagne in one hand and a glass with a strawberry in it in the other. "What an uneven surface I am on. Why, even the slightest tremor would cause me to spill this champagne all over myself!" She looked into his eyes and smirked. He returned it and waited until she was just about to tilt the bottle before putting his knee onto the bed. "Aaah!" she cried as the cool liquid fizzed on her skin, covering her chest, "how dirty and sticky I am but, oh, how delicious." She dragged a finger across her décolletage before putting it into her mouth and sucking it.
Chuck stared at her for what felt to her like an age. He felt almost immobilized from the pressure of his blood rushing to his crotch and the emotions rushing over him. He couldn't believe how long he'd waited, the torture he'd forced them both to endure; he must have been crazy to deny himself this beautiful, intelligent, sensuously perfect woman. He couldn't bear to think of all the time he'd wasted so he decided to get to the one activity that filled his head with thoughts of nothing but Blair. She quirked an eyebrow as he languidly began to crawl up over her body. "What took you so long, Bass?" She whispered as she gripped his hair, arching her back so her chest would meet his eager tongue. He stopped his ministrations and looked directly up into her eyes;
"I have no idea."
AN- Reviews please! I'd really love to know what you thought and what you'd like to see coming up x