Chapter 7
After their escapade in the shower, which more or less wore them out, the young couple collapsed in Blair's bed for the night, where they slept side by side for several hours. Early in the morning hours, just before dawn, Blair suddenly had the urge to use the bathroom, which she did. Afterwards, she paused at the window to watch all of the snow falling outside, just as Chuck had told her the night before. At least he hadn't been lying when he had told her it had been snowing the night before.
Ah...Chuck Bass, Chuck Bass...quite the boy indeed...and quite the boyfriend if that's what he was now. Blair pondered this to herself as she stood by the window, watching Chuck sleep in her bed. Blair still didn't know exactly how she got to be the girl to have infamous playboy Chuck Bass, naked in her bed, sound asleep...but there he was, all 145 pounds of him...or however much he weighed...sleeping in the nude in her bed.
And he was quite the interesting boy indeed. Already slightly hairier and more manly than most boys in her class, and admittedly he didn't quite have the toned psyche of Nate Archibald, Chuck Bass just exuded something else that none of the other guys had yet. Charm, experience, dirty humor and a devil-may-care attitude...whatever it was it was something Blair was drawn to and loved. Even his face was interesting to look at with it's significant brow line, chiseled jawline, and a nose that could sniff out trouble or cause pleasure if used creatively...and was a definite indication about other parts of him. Oh yes, whoever the girl was she'd overheard say when she was describing Chuck Bass "With a face like that, he must be hung like a horse..." had been almost absolutely right...for the most part. After consulting a website on equestrian anatomy, Blair had noticed that the way a horse was 'hung'...and the way Chuck Bass was 'hung' were vaguely similar, although they weren't exactly the same...of course.
Still, Blair still couldn't believe she'd gotten back with Chuck again, and they'd had sex in her shower, and she'd told him she loved him, and now this epic naughty boy was sleeping naked in her bed...snoring away. Right then Blair even thought Chuck looked epic laying there snoring like that, although most of her friends would probably laugh because in their opinions a boy like Chuck was just good for a quick fuck or a good time...but was otherwise disposable because he would seemingly never take anything seriously and thus wasn't the true boyfriend type.
Blair though thought more of Chuck than that. She'd always felt a kinship to him since he saw through people's crap, just like herself, and was always up for a good prank or mutual take down. Still though, she also saw into his poor lost soul sometimes...or at least she thought she did...and felt especially bad over the fact that Chuck Bass never knew his mother. For some reason that always brought out a protective, motherly side to Blair, so the fact that she was having his child was very appropriate indeed...even if she was still unsure if she was really ready to be a mother yet...and Chuck to be the father.
She was pondering that thought, when suddenly Blair realized that Chuck was shivering while sleeping in her bed...something that would never do. "Oh no, Chuck's shivering? I can't let that happen!" Blair gasped as she flew to the bed, crawled in, and held him close as they both fell asleep again.
Within a few moments, both teenagers were woken up by the simultaneous buzzing of their cellphones as they each received the same text message...
'Spotted: Snow snow everywhere and no way to go anywhere...so I'm calling it...SNOW DAY! Yes kiddies this is a bit unprecedented...but the following New York City schools are canceled: Constance Billard & St. Jude, Chapin, Holyoke, St. Patrick's Primary & Secondary...[etc...] Stay warm, sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs...or your bedmate...bite...XOXO – Gossip Girl'
"A snow day? So does that mean we get the day off?" Blair asked, a bit skeptically.
"Yes. We get to legally stay in bed all day if we like and not get in trouble. Finally Gossip Girl's messages have proven useful." Chuck yawned in reply.
"Stay in bed all day? That's not a very productive use of our time." she chided.
"Mm...I disagree. I can think of a few things to do in bed..." he seductively mused as he rolled over and pulled her against him to give her an indication of what he had in mind.
"Chuck! Yes good morning to you too. Get off! I don't know if I feel like it right now...even if you're apparently ready to go!" she chided as she pushed him away, after feeling him hard against her hip.
"Don't feel like it? Ergh! Then I don't want to either! Anyway...I have a stomach ache or something." he grumbled as he rolled over and pouted.
"You have a stomach ache, Chuck? Where? Why? Do you feel sick?" she asked as skepticism turned to concern as she imagined Chuck being sick and puking all over her bed.
"Yes...it's right here...somewhere..." he moaned dramatically.
"Oh that's too bad! Do you feel like you're going to puke or anything?" she asked as she rolled him on his back and stared down at him.
"No...but can you rub it or something..." he moaned again, acting like a little boy again, tugging at her heartstrings again.
"Okay...aw...poor Chuck...Does this feel better?" she asked as she peeled back the sheet and rubbed his belly as he contentedly sighed and acquiesced to her touch. Wanting to know more, and feeling a wave of compassion toward him, she lay down beside him, laying her head on his belly as she further questioned him.
"Hm...if you don't feel like you're going to puke...what do you feel? Are you hungry?" she asked as she rubbed a patch of his hairy, slightly soft belly, that her cheek lay on, as she listened to his stomach grumble in her ear.
"Oh I feel like there's something in my stomach...moving...sort of fluttering..." he admitted.
"Fluttering?" she asked skeptically.
"Yes...I can't sleep...I have strange dreams...I can't eat...though I'm hungry now...and I have this fluttering in my stomach..." he moaned dejectedly.
"Fluttering? Like butterflies?" she asked skeptically again.
"Yeah...unless...We'll you're pregnant, how do you feel? Does IT feel like that inside of you?" he asked cautiously.
"What? Well to be honest I feel achy and my breasts feel tender and sometimes I have to pee like a racehorse and I still get sick sometimes...but other than that it's not so bad. Anyway I haven't felt the baby move yet though, if that's what you were wondering. Why do you ask?" she replied curiously.
"Oh...I was just wondering...since I felt something fluttering in my gut...I thought that...you know..." he mumbled.
"That YOU are pregnant too? Ha ha...nice try Bass...but sorry to break it to you. You are a guy, Chuck...so despite your taste in clothing and so forth sometimes...you cannot be pregnant too! It's biologically impossible!" she laughed.
"Eh...but what about that old movie we saw with Arnold Schwarzenegger where he..." he pondered in question.
"That was just a movie, Chuck." she sighed.
"Well then what about the video I saw on youtube about the seahorse father and his young?" he continued to question.
"That's just the seahorse daddy being kind to the seahorse mommy in a way I WISH was possible with humans beings, but it isn't. Still once Bass Jr is born, I'll expect you to do your share of parenting as well, daddy Bass...Baby Bjorn carrier and all." she sighed as she imagined how Chuck would look with their child strapped to his chest in a baby carrier.
"I am not wearing that! Chuck Bass does not wear babies!" he pouted.
"Oh yes he does! Especially if he's the daddy! Oh it'll be just like when we played mommy and daddy at our playdates back when we were three or four years old! You wore my baby doll back then...so now you can do it for real." she laughed.
"Yeah but I barely remember that. You played house with Nate more often than me when we were little." he sighed.
"Oh yeah you're right, Chuck. Ha ha Nate was such a pushover! I loved him for that even then." she laughed as she remembered.
"Yeah yeah...So you don't think what I have in here is...you know...a baby?" he pouted skeptically, as he rubbed his stomach.
"Ha ha...no I don't think you're pregnant...but I do think you have a bit of indigestion and... butterflies...for me! Ha ha! So how long have you experienced these...butterflies, Chuck?" she asked, excitedly expectant.
"Uh...I dunno...since last night...in the shower...after you said...you know..." he mumbled as he rolled over.
Blair tried to think back to their shower experience and other than the great sex, she suddenly remembered what she'd said. "Oh yeah...what I'd said...ha ha..." she laughed.
"Yeah...so did you mean it?" he asked quietly.
"Well...at the time I did...because you are just so...goood Chuck Bass..." she sighed nostalgically.
"But you don't mean it now?" he asked.
"Not necessarily. I still care for you Chuck...quite a lot in fact...Anyway how do you feel about me? The fact that you have butterflies must that you love me too...so do you?" she asked expectantly.
"I...don't know...I don't know how I feel..." he mumbled as he tried to deal with his emotions and the jumbled up feelings he felt about Blair, but didn't know how to express.
"Oh Chuck! Argh!" Blair pouted as she rolled over in the opposite direction, upset that Chuck wouldn't parrot back a declaration of love as easily as Nate used to, although if she was honest with herself she wasn't sure how to describe her feelings for Chuck Bass. Sometimes she could say to herself that she could 'love' him on the same level as she had with Nate, but the fact that she'd surrendered her virtue to him, that she was now having his baby, and a few other things made her feelings for Chuck go far deeper than she wanted to admit, and that scared her.
Blair was still contemplating this, when she suddenly heard Chuck start to moan as if he was in pain, from the opposite side of the bed. This struck her so that Blair couldn't help but feel a little bit bad, as she rolled over in her bed and cuddled around Chuck, spooning him from behind, as she then reached down and rubbed his tummy, which did stop his moaning quite abruptly. They continued to lay like that for awhile as Blair soon fell asleep too for a bit.
~o~o~o~o~
Awhile later, Blair woke up to discover Chuck Bass sitting up in bed eating breakfast from a tray as if it was a common occurrence that he would do so. Surprised, Blair sat up and glared at him slightly as she said "Hm...breakfast in bed? You must've gotten your appetite back because you've certainly made yourself at home, Bass. Or do you think my family's penthouse is the Four Seasons?"
"Well...when your maid Dorota stepped into the room bringing breakfast in bed...how was I to resist? Do you want a croissant? I prefer éclairs myself." Chuck mused in reply as he offered her a plate with a buttered croissant on it.
"No, I do not want a croissant! Anyway what are you doing eating my breakfast, Chuck? I thought you had a tummy ache. Or did all of your butterflies decide to take a vacation?" she sarcastically asked.
"Something like that. Hm...temper temper your bitch is showing Blair. And here I thought your mood swings were only reserved for PMS." he teased as she glared at him.
"Pregnancy has it's only version of mood swings, Bass, so you better watch out because when that hibernating bear awakes...it isn't pretty." she growled as she scowled, then turned away from him and pouted.
"Ha ha indeed! So is that why your father called you 'Blair Bear?'" he teased, then went on. "Hm...speaking of pregnancy, do you want the orange juice? You know folic acid is good for the..." he mused as he held out the glass of orange juice to her.
"Oh really? And when did you become such an expert on pregnancy, 'Mister-I-have-butterflies-in-my-stomach-so-I-must-be-pregnant-too?'" she asked skeptically, as she took the glass of orange juice from him.
"Eh...I did some research while you were having your beauty sleep, so now I know." he replied, as he tried to hide Blair's copy of What To Expect When You're Expecting under his pillow.
"Oh really? You must be a fast learner, Chuck. Anyway speaking of learning, I know we have off from school today, and even though I know you'd love to spend the day in my bed...I think we should use this opportunity to work on our science project together. I am not letting the fact that you're my lab partner get me anything less than an 'A' on this. I do have a reputation and a grade point average to maintain." she chided him, as she finished her orange juice and stalked off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
"I see. Although I thought you gave up your goal to be perfect." he mused.
"My behavior outside of school, especially when I'm with you, is one thing. However my dreams of graduating Magna Cum Laude from Constance and being our class valedictorian is something I'll never surrender. So far I just have two people in my way, Nelly Yuki and Dan Humphrey. Once I beat them, then I will reach my goal of total domination." she replied haughtily.
"Ha ha...I love it when you get like that, Blair! So if those are the only two in your way, what do you want me to do? You know total destruction is our specialty." he mused.
"Hm...don't I know it! Ha ha...if I could have any wish I'd have you get Dan and Nelly expelled from school...through some great scandal like 'Dan Humphrey found guilty of operating a brothel where Nelly Yuki is the lead concubine.' because I know how familiar you are with the Asian sex trade, Bass. However I'm afraid it'd be tracked back to us somehow, and I'd rather not dirty my hands in such things." she sighed.
"Aw but that's a brilliant idea! I love how you're mind works, Waldorf." he mused excitedly.
"Yes...but as I said, I'd rather not be connected to such things at the moment. If I'm to graduate with a perfect grade point average and be able to get into Yale, I have to keep my nose clean...officially speaking. Which is why we need to work on this project and get a perfect grade. And I'm not going to let Serena bring in Romulus and Remus to steal the show!" Blair exclaimed.
"Romulus and Remus? What do you mean by that?" Chuck asked curiously.
"Uh...just a dream I had nothing more." she stammered, as he prodded her until she told him her dream.
"Sounds intriguing, though." Chuck mused as he got out of bed and started looking for his clothes. "Blair it seems that I have misplaced something. Have you seen my...clothes?" he asked slyly as he found her robe and put it on since he was getting chilled and couldn't find anything else.
"I think they're in here on the bathroom floor. Oh and they're too damp to wear now! Great! I don't know what you're going to wear Bass, but I'll think of something." she sighed as she started to pick up Chuck's clothes from the floor. She stepped out of the bathroom and walked straight to her dressing room area to put something on herself. She had just donned a somewhat casual blouse and skirt and walked back into her bedroom, when Chuck suddenly sprang up in front of her wearing her lavender velveteen robe of all things.
"Chuck! Ha ha What are you wearing? My robe?" she laughed as she saw him in her robe, looking hot but hilarious.
"It was chilly and this was the first thing I found." he explained.
"I see. Well why don't you take it off and I'll see what I can find for you to wear. I think my father left a few things behind." she said as she dragged Chuck with her to her mother's bedroom. Once in there, Blair started searching through the closets and wardrobes in her mother's room, while Chuck flopped onto the middle of the bed.
"Mm...nice bed. It's even larger than your's. Yes it's just about right..." he mused as he lay back and relaxed, tucking his arms behind his head and crossing his legs.
"Right for what?" she distractedly asked.
"Oh you know..." he replied seductively as he thrust his hips and mimicked the sex act.
"No! We are not christening my mother's bed, Chuck Bass!" she chided him.
"Aw come on, Blair...you know we're alike and would take perverse pleasure in giving our parents a taste of their own medicine. I know I've imagined ol' Bart catching me in his bed with someone...especially if that someone is his latest lover. Always good for a laugh." Chuck mused as he began to get a little turned on at the thought.
"Chuck, you're sick. I've never imagined sleeping with my mother's so far non-existent dates in her bed...Or you!" she scolded, despite suddenly imagining herself pouncing on top of Chuck right then, divesting him of her robe, and having sex with him in the middle of her mother's bed...the thought certainly wasn't unappealing.
"You're mother hasn't had any dates since your parents split? Hm...has she been busy...or well, I'm not passing judgment, but considering your father...perhaps she's a bit too. You know it sometimes takes two to tango." he pondered aloud.
"What? Chuck, my mother is not that way just because my father...is. She's just been busy, that's all. Ergh! Two to tango? Yeah right, Bass. With you its probably more often either a threesome, or playing with yourself!" Blair huffed as she defended her mother and chastised Chuck. "Here wear these, they're all I can find for now." she continued as she threw a pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt his way.
"Jeans and a t-shirt, for me?" he skeptically asked.
"It was all I could find for the moment, so you'll have to wear that until the laundry is finished with your clothes." she sighed as she stepped out of the room, with Chuck following her.
"Hm...this should be an interesting day...because I thought of how to finish our science project." he replied as he put on the clothes while Blair sat at her dressing table.
"Really what do you want to do?" she asked.
"We need more information about fish...so let's go to the source today..." he began.
"The source? Don't tell me we're going to fly to Louisiana or someplace..."
"No, but good idea. Perhaps we can take the Basscopter somewhere else someday...but for now we'll go to the aquarium." he replied.
"The aquarium? All right, I haven't been there in awhile...but how are we going to get there with all of this snow?" she asked as she glanced toward the window.
"Easy. Though it'll be a stealth job and you have to not mind getting a little dirty. This is New York City...so we'll just go underground." he slyly suggested.
"Underground? What? The subway? No...no...Bass I am not riding the subway to the aquarium! It's dirty...and filthy...and filled with mid-level accountants...the working class...bums...rats...alligators...and ninja turtles! That along with the trains...it's just a scary place I'd rather not go. Anyway, I doubt you've ever ridden the subway yourself, have you, Chuck?" she disdainfully exclaimed as she imagined how it would be.
"Ha ha, Waldorf, you're hilarious! For your information I have been around...remember I'm Chuck Bass. Usually my dealings are highbrow in nature...however necessity has forced me into the underbelly of the city at times...which includes a subway transom or two. As far as actually riding public transportation, my most recent experience was several months ago when my father sent all of his limousines to be detailed and forced me to ride a city bus to school as punishment, so I forced Nate to accompany me. I did get even with Bart over that one, though. Remember the ride to your Kiss On The Lips party?" Chuck mused as he got dressed.
"You rode a city bus? Unbelievable for you, Chuck. I can't believe Bart forced that of you either. I do remember that limo ride though...Ha ha, we thoroughly trashed it that night, which served him right. Oh and what did he say about the limo you used on the night of your club premiere, after we...christened it?" Blair asked curiously.
"Hm...he didn't say...but I'm sure he was surprised that the seats were so...sticky." he joked bemusedly, as he then went on. "Hm...so how are we going to get to the aquarium if limousines, cars, and helicopters are out of commission? Any ideas, Waldorf? I'm sure you'd just love to have to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge in a snow storm."
"Brooklyn? Oh Chuck! Why there?"
"It's where the New York City Aquarium is, if you remember your city geography, love. So are we going to walk?" he teased.
"Yeah yeah. Nooo...I don't want to have to walk across the bridge, especially after reading about that lady who froze trying to walk it in a blizzard in the 1800s or 1920s or something like that. All right we'll take the subway...but how are we going to maintain our reputations of being high class?" she asked.
"Disguises. We'll just wrap ourselves in coats, scarves, hats, and nobody will notice. Still you'll have to change into something else warmer...unless you want to freeze that sweet little ass of your's off, Blair." he mused.
"What? Blair Waldorf in pants? Oh the indignities! Well I think I have a pair of Sevens in my closet that I've been saving for an opportunity to wear them. And maybe I'll wear this Gucci sweater too since they'd look just too cute together! Ooh getting dressed in a disguise should be fun since I love to go incognito!" Blair mused as she quickly put together an outfit that came together resembling Audrey Hepburn's beatnik look from Funny Face, ballet flats and all, topped with a pair of Jackie O styled large Chanel sunglasses.
When she was finished she presented herself to Chuck. "Ta da! How do I look?" she said as she pirouetted in front of him.
"Very Audrey Hepburn...which means very Blair Waldorf...still very cute. Lose the shoes though." he commented.
"But they complete my look!" she gasped.
"If you want to freeze your toes off, it's not my problem."
"Oh yeah I forgot. Well I'll wear my new boots instead. What about my sunglasses? You know what they say about UV rays..." she replied as she changed her flats into a pair of Fendi boots.
"Eh keep them. Part of your disguise I'd say." he mused as he slipped on his black pea coat and tied his scarf around his neck, checking himself out in a mirror.
"Oh yes. And speaking of disguises...I just realized why you look different this morning, Chuck. Did you forget to shave? Or is that part of your disguise?" she mused as she slipped a black pea coat she'd had for several seasons on, and began trying on different hats until she settled on a beret.
"Yes, I did. Unfortunately even you don't have everything I need for my morning rituals, so I had to as they say 'wing it' today. Hence the stubble...which now becomes part of my disguise." he admitted.
"Yes, Chuck Bass with facial hair...who would've thought. Even with your infamous scarf, people may not recognize you right away...especially if you ride the subway." she teased.
"Indeed. Right, Blair, are you ready for our adventure? I take it you have a camera somewhere too?" he inquiringly mused.
"Yes...although this is for our project only. I don't deign to become the next Vanessa Abrams or anything, you hear, Chuck?" Blair proclaimed as she found her Nikon digital camera and followed Chuck's lead out of her bedroom, down the hall and stairs.
"I wouldn't dream of it." he mused as he led her to the elevator and rode with her down it.
~o~o~o~o~
Once they exited the building, Chuck and Blair entered a world that had transformed into a very snowy New York City. Some of the streets and walks had been plowed, but the brave souls who tried to drive through it were not having an easy time. Still there was some traffic, which made Blair question Chuck's logic a little bit.
They walked to the nearest subway stairs, and even if Blair was a little reluctant to descend them, she wasn't going to let Chuck do something without her, so she followed him down. They walked together to the token booth, where they tried to pay by credit card, but that wasn't working for some reason, so Chuck demanded that they speak with someone. Eventually a beleaguered employee of New York City's public transit system arrived, answered their demands, and gave them the proper ride card so that they could ride the subway system to their intended destination.
Riding the subway system was an adventure in itself because Blair was afraid of sitting on the 'contaminated seats' without wiping them off first, but couldn't image holding onto a strap and riding standing up. Chuck would just slyly glance toward her and bemusedly inquire "Are you surviving, Waldorf? Just a few more stops."
"Oh yes...I'm a survivor, Bass. Just watch me." she replied haughtily, although she still nervously glanced at the other passengers, wondering if there were any potential rapists or murderers on board.
"Yes, I can see. Quite the pout." he chuckled as he glanced toward her, giving her a wink.
Blair glanced toward Chuck to give him a snide look, but then she noticed how hot Chuck looked in his pea coat, scarf, and a little bit of scruff. Even dressed like that he was so hot, Blair again couldn't believe how she'd been blinded to Nate's good looks for so long. She began feeling warm inside despite the cold, as she realized how much she just wanted to kiss Chuck on his luscious lips again, despite the cold and the fact that she was still annoyed that he'd talked her into riding the subway system to the aquarium. 'The things I'll do for an A. He better have something good planned for tonight, to make up for this little adventure.' she pondered as they rode on.
Eventually, after several transfers and interchanges, the pair made it to the aquarium at last. Blair was so glad to finally get there, she pulled Chuck off to the side and gave him a kiss...which lasted longer than either anticipated since it was a kiss with lots of tongue...so thus they couldn't get enough of each other. When Chuck tried to escalate matters even more by sneaking a hand under her clothes, Blair reluctantly broke the kiss and told him that it was enough and that he should cage the Bass and save some for later.
They then walked into the aquarium to look around and check out all of the fish that swam by. There was quite the collection of animals at the New York Aquarium too, from various types of fish, to octopus, squid, sharks, otters, penguins, and even a few walruses. It was certainly a variety. They even saw the 3D Underwater Show, which they both found a little childish, but still enjoyable.
Finally, they got down to work on footage for their project, as they both took turns filming various types of fish, including even a type of Bass. The whole time though, Chuck kept anticipating being able to catch them mating, but Blair was a little skeptical that every interaction between the fish was a mating dance.
"Yeah...see he bumped into her with his tail! I think they're going to do it now!" Chuck exclaimed.
"I don't know, Chuck. I think they just swam too close to each other." she sighed.
"No see he hit her again with his face! I think we're about to see some Bass porn here!" he seductively mused as he mimicked a stripper song.
"Bass porn?" she skeptically laughed.
"Yeah...although it's not nearly as good as if I filmed us. Now that would be some Bass porn people would pay to see! So Blair do you wanna..." he mused aloud.
"Shut up Chuck! And the answer is NO! If this ends up on film I'm gonna..." she fumed.
"Gonna what?" he teased.
"Oh wouldn't you like to know?" she sarcastically replied, then added "Yeah I bet. Why...is the camera on? It is on! Oh you Basst..." as she fumed and dove for the camera which he switched off.
"Ha ha I love it when you get all hot and bothered like that Blair! It brings out your wild side. I love it!" he laughed as he held the camera out of reach.
"Wild side my foot!" she argued as they wrestled for the camera, until he handed it back to her after she forfeited him another kiss.
They then went on to film a few more fish until they caught a few doing what Chuck interpreted as 'fish sex', then went on to the shark tank to watch them swim by as Chuck imitated the music from Jaws, as Blair squealed "No, Chuck stop it!" and hid behind him away from the tank.
"Ah don't think you can hide behind me and not get eaten by the shark!" he laughed.
"Well you're my first line of defense. I'll let Jaws have a Bass-sized snack before he'd get to me!" she gasped as the shark swam by.
"Ha ha, thank you very much, Blair." he sarcastically replied, then teased "Ha ha are you really afraid of that shark. I don't think you're in any danger out here, but if I dangled you over the tank, I wouldn't be responsible for what happens next..."
"Chuck!" she moaned.
"Ha ha yeah look at that tank! It reminds me of this video I saw once online where these girls go swimming in a big fish tank, dressed like mermaids! Then these guys in a band went swimming with them! Ha ha I'd love to do that!" he laughed.
"What? Go swimming with a bunch of girls dressed like mermaids? Yeah that sounds like one of your dreams come true." she sighed.
"Oh are you jealous? Hm...I suppose that dream could be modified. Perhaps that's what our project can be. You'll dress up like a mermaid...and we'll film the life cycle of the bass in the this tank here." he suggested as he tapped the glass.
"You want me to dress like a mermaid...and swim in tank with a shark? Are you crazy? Or are you expecting me to reenact the opening scenes from The Little Mermaid? I don't see any sunken ships or loose anchors lying around that tank." Blair gasped and sarcastically replied.
"I see you're right...but it would've been classic! Maybe I can pay them to remove the sharks?" he pondered aloud.
"Chuck! Oh you! Oh...Oh my gawd! I think the sharks are mating?" Blair gasped as she saw the sharks getting pretty close.
"YES! SHARK PORN! This is better than Bass porn! Though not as good as OUR Bass porn would be..." Chuck excitedly mused as he filmed the sharks presumably getting it on.
"Chuck Bass! You and your getting excited over anything having sex." she sighed.
"Of course. I have a vivid and very sexual imagination...Like see that piece of coral and that sea sponge over there? You know that looks like they're..." he mused as he pointed at something in the tank.
"Yes, I see and with your mind I know where this is going. Let's move on to some other animals.." she suggested as they moved on. However when they saw each of the animals, nearly everything they did seemed to involve sex, or so it seemed to Chuck that he was often heard exclaiming "Yes! Otter/Penguin/Octopus/Walrus Porn! It is like an animal orgy at the aquarium today!" as he filmed each animal couple getting down.
"Chuck I don't know if all of those animals were really having sex. If they were...you must exude some strange vibe that makes living creatures think 'Oo Let's have sex!'" she sighed rolling her eyes.
"Yeah...that's why...I'm Chuck Bass..." he mused with a seductive smirk. "So do you want to?"
"No...well...what if someone sees?" she whispered.
"You're not into that anymore? We could teach a great anatomy lesson if we jump in this tank over here..." he mused as he pointed to a large tank filled with tropical fish.
"No! The New York Aquarium is unfortunately not our own private Blue Lagoon. You and your mating rituals of the Bass." she sighed. Then she went on, curiously asking him "Anyway, why are you so anxious to hook up with me in a swimming pool, other than the fact your surname is BASS?"
He quietly paused a moment, then went on to explain, "It was after that night our class purloined the keys to the swimming pool and had that little pool party. As I sat in that lifeguard chair, I kept watching you in the pool with Nathaniel and imagined how much more of a better time you would have had in there with me. We could've shown them how to really make love underwater." he admitted.
"Oh so you were jealous of Nate and I? What about all of the other girls you were checking out? I can't say I failed to notice that." she asked in reply.
"Mere distractions...though it's interesting to know you were jealous too. So do you still want to now?" he mused seductively.
"Yes...but where?" she whispered.
"How about in here?" he suggested as he opened a door in the wall behind them.
"Okay. Let's be quick though." she replied as they sneaked into the dark room.
They fumbled around in the dark a little as they started to mess around and shed minimal clothing for their quickie to tide them over until later. For the young pair it was rather exciting to be able to add one more place to their list of locations where they'd had sex, even if it was fumbling around a bit in the dark and they kept remarking on how cold and noisy it was where they were at.
They were nearly done, Chuck was about ready to pull out after one more thrust, when suddenly lights came on where they were at as the noise level increased. This surprised them, causing the pair to lose their balance and fall on top of each other and into the source of the light and noise. Suddenly they simultaneously looked to the right and saw a few people staring at them through the window of a glass fronted enclosure which they were now inside.
Much to her horror, Blair put the pieces together as she soon saw a few arctic birds hopping from fake rocks and ice floes into a small pool. Gasping she wailed "THE PENGUIN ENCLOSURE? WE JUST HAD SEX IN THE PENGUIN ENCLOSURE...WITH PEOPLE WATCHING? CHUUUCK! ERGH! Off of me Bass, NOW!" as she pushed him off of her and rolled out of the way.
"Sorry, I didn't know. We gave them a good show though. Ha ha, I love getting caught!" he laughed as he sat back.
"Maybe you do but I don't." she replied as she began standing up, then glanced back at Chuck. "Oh my gawd, Chuck! Tuck yourself back in your pants, or else those people will know what we were really doing...Or even worse for you, do you want the penguins to believe their next snack is you?"
"No, I wouldn't want that. Still, great show don't you think?" he teased as he tucked his business back in his pants.
"If you say so. Let's get out of here before we end up on Gossip Girl, if we haven't already." she moaned as they made their way out of the penguin enclosure with as little fuss as possible.
After sneaking out without getting reprimanded by security, Chuck and Blair walked through the rest of the aquarium until they arrived at the gift shop. Chuck did feel a little bad about the incident at the penguin enclosure because he hadn't meant to get caught or embarrass Blair...even if the incident was pleasurable in some ways. To make it up to her, he decided to buy her a gift, which turned out to be a necklace with an anchor on it made of pure gold. While they were glancing at items in the shop, an item for Chuck caught Blair's eye and thus she pointed it out to him as a joke.
"Hm...Chuck here's exactly what you needed when we were in the penguin enclosure and you were feeling chilly. A cardigan with fish all over it!" she laughed as she showed him the sweater that had been made exclusively for sale at the aquarium.
"Ha ha...I love it!" he laughed as he seemingly admired the article of clothing.
"You do? But its so...unusual. Its like something Mister Rogers would wear to visit the aquarium or something...and wait a minute, I think he did once! An aquarium...and a penguin enclosure..." she moaned.
"Really? Then I'm buying it. To remind me of our day at the aquarium and to commemorate OUR penguin encounter too." he mused as he plucked the sweater off the rack, tried it on for size, then carried it to the counter to pay for it, as he whipped out his black American Express card.
"Only you would actually wear a sweater like that in public, Chuck. And notice the irony there, Chuck BASS wears a sweater with fish on it. Ha ha." she teased.
"Yes, I knew about that too." he mused.
"If you do ever wear that thing, you'll have to let me know. Hm...you actually have a black Amex card already? You didn't steal that from your dad, did you?" she asked.
"No. Remember...I'm Chuck Bass. American Express begged me to take their black card, so who was I to refuse?" he mused as he finished his purchases and slyly slid his card into his wallet, and the wallet back into his pocket as they soon left the aquarium.
~o~o~o~o~
They left the aquarium and walked around outside reminiscing about the time they'd taken over Coney Island and turned Nate and Serena's Beach Party into a Waldorf-Bass secret amusement park take over by plugging in the rides. They looked at some of the rides now, but they were too covered in snow to operate, and Chuck couldn't get the automated fortune teller to work, no matter how hard they tried, so they soon abandoned the amusement park and went on.
"Ha ha, Chuck. I guess you're not like Tom Hanks in Big after all. That genie wouldn't tell your fortune no matter how much you told that thing that you were 'Chuck Bass.'" she teased him as they trudged toward the subway station.
"Hm...that gives me an idea..." he pondered as they went down the steps and jumped on a subway car together.
They rode back on the subway system, but at some point they made a few transfers they hadn't before...and ended up making a stop on the way at FAO Schwarz Toy Store. Blair was surprised that Chuck would take her to a place like that, but he seemed determined in his quest. They made their way through the store, glancing at the toys and the displays and so on, until they made it to the top floor where the large piano was. There were a few small children running around on the piano, until Chuck pushed them off and out of the way as he untied his boots.
"Chuck, you didn't have to be a bully and push those kids off. It wasn't very nice." she chided him.
"When did you start worrying about being nice? Those brats were in my way...so I eliminated the problem so that we can have some fun on this. Come on Blair, take off your shoes and lets try this. Put our childhood ballroom dancing lessons to good use...or are you chicken?" he mused with a wink.
"I am not chicken, Chuck Bass, and you know it! Its just...that I'd rather not humiliate myself any further today." she haughtily dismissed.
"Humiliate yourself? You standing there pouting and preening is doing that enough already. Are you a mature young woman who's willing to have a little fun in public? Or a little brat who'll sit in the corner to pout because she doesn't want to humiliate herself in public?" he mused.
"I am not a brat! You're the brat! And a bully! But I'll do it Chuck Bass...just to prove I'm not the brat you say I am!" she proclaimed, as she took the piano beside Chuck and they started to pick out a tune together.
They actually had quite a bit of silly fun together, enjoying themselves like the kids they still were, until a security guard came to interrupt them, the children Chuck had bullied and their irate mothers in tow. Quickly, Chuck and Blair grabbed their shoes and ran off the keyboard, through the store, and out a back door, stopping briefly to put their boots back on along the way. When they left the store and got away, they both collapsed in a vestibule to catch their breaths and laugh at their great escape.
"Ha ha! That was great Chuck! Did you see that mother? Ha ha! Aw, I haven't had this much fun with you in awhile." Blair laughed.
"Yes. And the trip was profitable too. Look what I nicked for our project!" he mused as he showed her a stuffed toy fish and a plastic fish mounted on a plastic board.
"Cute. Billy Big Mouth Bass? Ha ha...but when did you pay for that?" she laughed.
"I didn't. They're courtesy a five fingered discount and the Bass sweater." he mused.
"What? Oh Chuck you're such a bad boy!" she teasingly chided.
"I didn't think you'd mind, since your favorite movie is Breakfast At Tiffany's, which if I remember correctly contains a shop lifting scene which you love." he explained.
"Yeah but there's a difference between stealing Halloween masks from a Five and Ten in the '60s, and stealing Billy Big Mouth Bass from a department store today!" she chided.
"But I'm rich...and I only do it for sport. I'll pay them someday...maybe." he replied.
"All right maybe not much of a difference to you. Still I'd rather not have a thief for a boyfriend." she declared.
"Ah so I'm your boyfriend again? Mm..." he smirked, then went on. "For a consolation...I'll go with you to that Serendipity place for a hot chocolate...and a few other places if you want."
"Really?" she squealed happily a little, before regaining her composure. "All right we'll go to Serendipity for a frozen hot chocolate or two...then we'll pick up some cupcakes at Two Little Red Hens...and Verrine at Francois Chocolate Bar...and macaroons at La Maison du Chocolat..." she mused as she began dreaming up her favorite desserts.
"If you insist, though I must interject. I thought you had bulimia or something? So should you really try to eat all of that?" he asked, slightly concerned.
"Don't...say...the 'B word'! My doctor said to call it an 'eating disorder' and to deal with it as such. He also said that if I had pregnancy cravings, I should give into them, but be cautious. So that's why I want all of those desserts...Pregnancy cravings!" she mused as he just sighed.
They were able to make their way to a few of the shops, where Blair talked Chuck into trying the hot chocolate at Serendipity (even if he found it too sweet), and a few of the other treats, which they collected as they were able to hail a snow logged cab and rode back to the Waldorf penthouse.
Once there, they relaxed, worked on their project, ate dinner and some of the sweets and desserts they'd purchased, along with a bottle of wine from the Waldorf liquor cabinet. After becoming a little drunk, Blair suggested that they play Twister...which Chuck turned into Naked Twister. That then turned into a very interesting game indeed, especially when Chuck used another appendage other than his foot to reach a green circle.
"Ha ha I win!" he laughed as he collapsed on top of her, pinning part of her body under his.
"That was unfair! It was supposed to be 'Right Foot Green' not 'Middle Cock Green'!" she whined.
"Aw you're just sore you're not anatomically capable of doing that..." he mused. "And aren't I glad for that?"
"Yes...but it's still unfair."
"Mm...Oh what's this? Are you getting fat love? Maybe it is all of those sweets? Or is that my..." he mused as he rubbed the bulge of her stomach.
"Yeah it might be Bass Jr. It might have been growing today because I did feel a little strange today." she sighed.
"So it is real? You are having my..." he pondered thoughtfully.
"Baby? Yes...and I can't believe it either! Ah...I'm seventeen years old and pregnant with the baby of the biggest playboy, womanizer in our class, Chuck Bass. What am I going to do? All my plans for the future...and Yale...and a career...and living up to my parents expectations! Ah...I can't take it anymore!" she sighed and began to cry.
"Yeah...I know. Blair...don't do anything rash though. You're baby is part Bass too, so I think I should have something to say as well. Let alone yourself, Blair." he admittedly seriously.
"That is a fact that I definitely know, Chuck, believe me. Still...are you willing to help me? Really willing to help me?" she asked.
"I don't know maybe. What do you expect?" he asked cautiously.
"Well...if I could do it the way I've always dreamed, I would have started my career and married Nate after a few years, although before I was thirty...but before you get upset, Chuck, 'Nate' can really be a default name for anyone...Anyway I'd get married at 28 or so and have at least two children, a boy and a girl, by the time I'm 32. Then...I'd have my career, but also more importantly, I'd strive to be the mother my mother never was. More of a hands on mother and do things with my children like Dorota did with me, since my own mother never had time. And ideally I'd marry for life...because I wouldn't want to have to put my children through a divorce if I could help it. My mother expects me to be such a feminist, and break through the glass ceiling like she did...but to be perfectly honest, I don't know if I have the stamina or inclination to do that full time, at the expense of the family I want. Feminism should be having the ability to make of your life what you want of it, and not necessarily in the way your mother did it." Blair rambled on, sharing her life's dreams to a surprised, Chuck Bass.
"That's...wow...I never knew...but I should have guessed. I guess I wanted some of that too. To break away from my father's control, have my own business, establishing my own image, and wife and children someday too...although that's not a guarantee. That was always in the distant future though, not yet. I can't imagine what I'd do if somehow..." he pondered.
"Well with a baby on the way, Chuck Bass your future is now, whether your ready or not. Whether I'm ready or not too...oh what I mess we've made." she sighed dejectedly.
"I'll try to help...anyway I can. Here's one way...of helping." he mused as he distracted her with a sensuous kiss that soon turned into a round or two of Twister mat sex, until they climbed into Blair's bed again hungover and exhausted from their day out on the town. They soon fell asleep in a fit of snorts and snores as the night progressed.