Chapter 8
The next morning, both woke up not feeling very well. Chuck had been coughing, wheezing, groaning and blowing his nose all night, keeping Blair up part of the time, although the stomach cramps, headache, and cold she'd developed hadn't helped either. All in all, both young people were sick the next day after their excursion and couldn't go back to school anyway, even if the weather had cooperated, which it hadn't.
For two teens who had both been so pampered all of their lives, to suddenly be in the same sickbed was certainly a sight to see. Both squabbled over the temperature of the room, who stole the blankets and the pillows, who got the over the counter cold and flu medication first when Dorota and the other servants brought it in on a silver tray and fed it to them with a silver spoon. It was quite the medical chaos.
"Chuck...maybe you should go to the guest room next...door." Blair moaned.
"Guest...room? Why? No...I'm staying...here. I can't...move..." Chuck moaned and coughed.
"You keep coughing so much, that's why. And you keep stealing my duvet..." she moaned.
"But I'm freezing...brr...I need all of the blankets and comforters I can get." he moaned.
"Freezing? It's boiling hot in here! I think I need to open the window." she teased.
"Nooo...argh!" he grumbled and coughed.
"Oh you...Mr. Coughs-A-Lot! No wonder I'm sick too...having to share my bed with a sick boy." she sarcastically chided.
"You think this is sick...Hm...I need to blow my nose...but I don't see my handkerchief...I guess I'll just use this..." he said as he made a dramatic show of blowing his nose and wiping his face on her blankets.
"Ew...Chuck! You didn't just do that! Gross!" she gasped, clearly disgusted.
"Oh...not sick enough? All righty then...how about this...I'll wipe my nose here...and here...and here..." he teased as he rolled nearly on top of her, playfully wiping his nose and face on her cheek, shoulder, chest, belly, and lower as she squealed in disgust.
"EEWW! Chuck! That's sooo gross! Quit it! I don't need your flu! Ow you scratched me!"
"Oh...but you said I was a sick boy...so I was just proving you right. Ha ha. What do you mean I scratched you?" he laughed as he rolled off of her.
"Your big feet scratched me Chuck! I think you need a pedicure." she suggested.
"Really? Well how soon can your pedicurist get here? Or is the snow still too deep?" he asked between coughs.
"I'll see." she replied as she tried to call her favorite mani-pedi salon, but the location was closed due to weather and the fact that the owner was on vacation. "Argh! They're on vacation? I can't believe it! I wish I was on vacation someplace warm."
"So do I...Mm...if you can't bring a pedicurist here...then you'll have to do it." he mused.
"Me cut your toenails? You wish!" she countered.
"I'll pay you for your services. Usage of the spa at the Palace Hotel, for free. All you have to do is this one little favor." he offered.
"Hmm...that is a good deal! All right, I'll take it. And I'm just doing this favor for that...nothing more." she replied as she found her nail clippers and other equipment.
Blair sat on the foot of her bed and sat cross legged as she pulled Chuck's big foot in her lap as she began trying to clip away at his toenails with her clippers, finding the task more difficult that she'd first thought. The fact that Chuck just lay there coughing and moaning didn't help matters either.
"Chuck when was the last time you had a pedicure? Your feet are nasty...and I don't know what is up with your toenails!" she whined as she worked on him, noticing his tough toenails and the dry skin of his feet.
"Several weeks ago at least. I scheduled an appointment with a pedicurist, but when she arrived...feet were the last things on our minds. Although I did give her a big tip in the end." he seductively mused between coughs.
"Oh yeah Chuck, only you would tip a nail technician for no services rendered." she commented.
"Oh I didn't say she didn't service me...hence her tip." he quipped.
"Chuck! You're bad!" she swatted at him, pinching his toe and causing him to yelp.
"Ow! You don't need to take a piece out of me...just because I got a piece!" he moaned.
"Aw...Did I hurt your little piggy, Chuckie? Mm...do you want me to kiss it better now?" she teased as she lightly kissed his toe, then went on. "I'm sorry I'm not a nail technician that knows how to service you the right way, because this isn't as easy as it looks, Chuck. You're feet need help. I guess I should have had you soak your feet first before trying to trim your toenails. And that cough...ergh maybe you need to soak in a nice hot bath."
"A bath?" he skeptically asked.
"What does 'Chuck Bass not do baths?' Personally I think a soak in a nice hot bath is just what you need to get over your pneumonia. That and to quit smoking." she chided.
"What? Enough of it woman...I can do what I like..." he grumbled.
"CHUCK? Well if you want to cough up a lung, don't come crying to me...because I'd already be crying for you." she replied as she backed away and released his foot. "And furthermore, you can cut your own toenails too, if you don't want my help." she said as she walked toward the bathroom.
"Blair...rah...rah...rah..." he yelled as he collapsed into a fit of coughing, then lay in a near fetal position, moaning.
Even though she was upset with him, she couldn't stand to see or hear her poor baby so ill, so she went over to him and kissed his forehead, noticing that he was especially warm, nearly burning up! "Oh my...Chuck you're burning up! You really are sick! You need to see a doctor, seriously!" she panicked.
"How? The weather..." he burbled and moaned.
"Somehow. I'll call Dr. Libbman...I believe I have her on speed dial..." she replied, grabbing her phone.
"Your bulimia doc?" he croaked, his voice hoarse.
"I said 'Don't call it the B-word, Bass!'" she fumed as she hit him on the shoulder with her phone.
"Ow! Hit a man while he's down, why don't you? Where's my phone?" he mumbled as he rolled over, then finding his phone he pushed a button. "Here this should take care of it..." he hoarsely mumbled as he then got into a conversation with someone on the phone. He soon hung up and said "All right, all taken care of. We'll have to meet the Basscopter on the roof in about an hour. It'll fly us on a quick trip to a doctor my father knows at the Mayo Clinic who owes our family a favor."
"Mayo Clinic? Wow, when you say you have connections Chuck Bass, you have connections!" she said, clearly impressed. "If you have an hour at least, then you sir should march yourself into the bathroom and take a tub bath in my bathtub. It's the best way to bring down a fever."
"March? You're not expecting much. Uh can you help me?" he moaned as she reluctantly agreed, giving him a shoulder to lean on since his toe now hurt him too after the incident with the nail clippers.
Blair helped Chuck into the bathtub, then began running water, which Chuck thought was too cold and Blair thought was too hot. Quite the crazy argument they had. To satisfy (or perhaps pacify) Chuck in the end, Blair poured some of her imported bubble bath into the tub to help make him at least smell better, if nothing else. She then left him to soak in the tub, as she went back to her bedroom and began packing for their trip to the clinic on a helicopter. It all sounded so important and dramatic, and if it helped Chuck to feel better, she was eager to go.
Blair was still trying to decide how many outfits she'd need and which one would be best to travel in, as she ignored the sound of Chuck coughing in the bathroom, when she suddenly heard another sound.
"Is anybody at home? Blair darling is that you I hear coughing upstairs? You sound terrible!" Eleanor's voice wafted up from downstairs.
"Oh my gawd...my mother? Shit! She wasn't supposed to be here until Thursday...What am I going to do about Chuck?" she panicked as she shut her bedroom door and tried to think as she went in a fury. Suddenly she had an idea as she thought for sure she heard her mother treading up the stairs.
Quickly she bounded into the bathroom and shut the door as she removed her clothes and jumped in the bathtub, waking up a surprised Chuck Bass. "Mm...so is it time to go, or did you decide to join me after all?" he groggily mused.
"It's not time to go yet, but I'm joining you out of necessity. My mother's home early...and I don't know how to explain this...so just duck down and try to hide under the bubbles and make like the bass that you are." she rambled on as she tried to help him slip down in the tub to hide in the suds, as she reclined in repose.
It wasn't a moment too soon because Eleanor soon barged into the bathroom suddenly ready to play 'mother in charge' since she thought her daughter was ill. "Blair, there you are! Was that you coughing that I heard from downstairs? You sounded terrible! How do you feel? Dorota said you called off from school today." she asked, seemingly genuinely concerned.
"Oh mother...yes it was me...I just must have caught something..." she moaned dramatically.
"Hm...you don't feel very hot? Did you take anything? You know you should be careful with what you take now...since you're...uh...pregnant." she replied as she felt Blair's forehead to check her temperature, then hesitated on the word 'pregnant' as if she was reluctant to accept the controversial situation.
"Well...I've...uh..." Blair began but was soon interrupted by a sputtering sound as Chuck suddenly surfaced, gasping for breath and covered in suds.
"Who are YOU?" Eleanor gasped, quite surprised to see a suds covered boy in their bathtub.
"I'm...Chuck Bass!" Chuck drawled trying to be his usual seductively charming self.
"AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY DAUGHTER'S BUBBLE BATH?" Eleanor gasped incredulously.
"Diving for treasure..." he mused, slyly.
"Likely story! You have two minutes to explain yourself..." she impatiently fumed and stared down at Chuck, who otherwise looked very comical covered in bubbles, if she wasn't angry at him.
"Well it all started two years ago when Blair and Serena came to me with a request...Ow!" Chuck smoothly began, nearly telling the story of their first blow job, until Blair kicked him where it'd hurt from across the tub, thus stopping his story. Chuck then erupted into a fit of coughing, as Blair went on instead.
"Uh...never mind his stories from the past. The real reason Chuck is in my tub is because we were working on a project for school and he stayed over and then became sick..." she explained.
"He's the one that's sick?"
"Yes, I noticed that he had a fever this morning along with his cough, so I told him to take a bath to try to bring his temperature down. Don't worry though because help is on the way! The Basscopter is supposed to be landing on our building's roof in fifteen minutes to take us to the Mayo Clinic." Blair excitedly explained in an effort to reassure her mother.
"The Mayo Clinic? For bronchitis...maybe? Isn't it a bit extreme?" her mother skeptically asked.
"Doesn't he have pneumonia? Chuck said that he knew someone at the clinic..." Blair replied.
"Probably not...but to be on the safe side he should go home and let his parents deal..." she sighed.
"If you insist...but I must inform you that Bart is in Maui right now and doesn't want to be disturbed..." Chuck croaked as she started coughing again.
"Oh yes...Bart Bass's son. All right, Charles, you can stay in the guest room next door and I'll try to get Blair's pediatrician to come here and examine you." Eleanor sighed, as she did feel compassion for the sick, motherless boy.
"Pediatrician?" Chuck replied smugly bemused, despite being sick.
"Yes...er...thanks for the help mother. Although you didn't have to call Dr. Brazelton that anymore." Blair sarcastically replied as Chuck smirked at her.
"But he's been your doctor ever since you were born, darling, so of course he's your pediatrician! Charles will do well by him. You don't want me to call Dr. Doty do you? Now she'd give him an interesting examination." Eleanor quipped.
"Dr. Doty?" he inquired.
"Yes...Blair's gynecologist!" she admitted, further embarrassing Blair.
"Hm...now that would be an interesting examination...Quite interesting indeed." he mused as he started to weakly climb out of the bathtub.
"Chuck! My mother!" Blair gasped as some of the suds started to slide down his nude body as he stood up.
"If she hasn't seen it already...it's about time she did, she isn't getting any younger." he groaned as he nearly collapsed.
"Chuck!"
"Blair, he's right, after nearly 30 years in the fashion industry, he doesn't have anything I haven't seen before...although he does have a bit more than some..." she replied.
"MOTHER!" she gasped, chastising her mother.
"It's true...Chuck has very large...feet..." Eleanor replied cautiously.
"As if that's actually what you meant. Really, mother!" she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Well...uh is he the uh...father?" Eleanor replied, whispering to Blair in the end.
"Of my baby? Yes." she sighed.
"Well I can see why you picked him. If you have a son, he'll probably inherit Chuck's...feet." she teased, as Blair just rolled her eyes, threw on a robe, and made sure he'd made it to the spare bedroom without collapsing on the floor.
Somehow in her way as a mother, Eleanor procured a pair of pajamas for her possible future son-in-law (if his health improved) as Blair waited with Chuck until the doctor arrived to examine the boy.
A doctor arrived after awhile to examine Chuck, but instead of the older man they'd expected, it was a young woman only about a decade older than the teenagers, who called herself Dr. Amber. Even though he was ill, Chuck was more than a little pleased that he was going to be examined by a young, female physician, as he stared at her with sly bemusement, turning on the old Bassian charm. Doctor Amber did find her young, male patient quite charming indeed, nay seductive almost, although despite that she had vowed to keep her commitment to the Hippocratic oath of physicians and thus was professional enough not to fall under his attempts at seduction...especially since he was underage as well.
While Chuck in the guest bedroom being examined by Doctor Amber, Blair was supposed to be resting in her own bed, but concern for Chuck drew her to stand outside the door. She hoped that Chuck's health would return and that he didn't have pneumonia...but then when she overheard soft conversation with her boyfriend trying to lay on his usual charm, despite his health, and especially when she thought she could hear him pathetically moan...her mind when wild with jealousy!
Blair imagined Chuck in the room laying naked in the middle of the bed after he'd talked that young, female doctor into giving him a thorough 'examination'. "Ooo...he probably talked her into examining him for crabs...I think I heard somebody say 'crab'...and now she's probably putting her hands all over his body because Chuck Bass is so hard to resist...I know I couldn't! Then she'll go down on him and then they'll...Ooo! He's my man, not hers!" Blair mentally fumed as her overactive imagination went wild with scenarios of what could be going on in that room between Chuck and Doctor Amber.
Blair was about ready to bust in on the examination, when Dorota came by and scolded her, reminding her that she should be in bed before her mother stopped in, since she was still sick. Reluctantly, she went back to bed and began to plot how she'd win Chuck back...and forget that he'd ever slept with his doctor. Oh yes, she had a few tricks up her sleeve yet, she thought as she inwardly plotted and planned at least one idea.
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Chuck's experience with Doctor Amber didn't go quite as planned, since she shot down his request to give him a full body examination, and to go on a date to his favorite seafood restaurant even after she said she liked crab. Actually, her story about living in Chesapeake Bay as a child and helping her family fish for crab and other shellfish was sort of interesting at first...but then he started getting drowsy and began to fall asleep...unless that was the medication she'd given him for his bronchitis. Either way, Chuck was a sleepy boy as he began drifting off for a nap, still ill but at least glad that he didn't have pneumonia or anything too severe.
He was just about ready to drift off into another nap, when Chuck heard someone open his bedroom door from the bathroom side and walk into the room. When he saw who it was, he thought he must be dreaming, since Blair Waldorf in a sexy nurse's outfit was surely a dream come true. He smiled slyly to her and gave a little grin as he drawled, his voice groggy yet seductive. "Mm...if you've come for my sponge bath...you know you're late." he teased as he imagined it a pleasant dream.
"Oh am I? Well I guess I'll have to check all of your vital signs to make sure you've had a thorough...examination." Blair seductively mused as she crawled on the bed in the outfit she'd thrown together to resemble a sexy nurse, white mini-dress, seamed stockings, paper cap from a health fair, and all.
"Mm...I like the sound of that." he chuckled hoarsely as he still believed it was a dream, even after he felt her weight on the bed, as he threw back the covers as he exposed his pajama clad body to her.
Blair climbed onto the bed and onto Chuck, as she straddled his legs and sat nearly across his groin, as she pulled her old Fisher Price Doctor's kit out which she had since supplemented with a real thermometer and stethoscope along with the plastic toy ones. To begin the examination, Blair donned the stethoscope and began unbuttoning Chuck's silky pajamas one button at a time, leaning down to kiss the skin she exposed across his chest with each button she opened.
Chuck groaned satisfactorily as Blair began her sensuous examination, as he asked nonchalantly "Hm...are you going to use that thing around your neck on me? How is my...chest?"
"Mm...delicious...and so...hot. You're nearly...burning up! But your heart is strong...even if I nearly take your breath away!" she mused as she kissed and nuzzled his chest, listening to it briefly with the stethoscope.
"Really? Can...I...listen?" he mused as she placed the stethoscope on his ears as he listened to his own chest as she continued unbuttoning his pajamas and began to give him a rubdown using an imported unisex lotion which made him smell so good. He then asked "Mm...I agree...but what are you doing now?" with seductive bemusement.
"Hunting for a treasure..." she laughed as she kissed and rubbed his torso.
"A treasure?" he skeptically asked.
"A treasure trail...that leads to the treasure of the Bass family jewels...Mm..." she whispered as she kissed the hairline on his body that led from his naval down into his silk pajama pants, which she made short work divesting him of as she pursued his luscious body. She kissed, laved and caressed, rubbing her lotion on him him everywhere she could, from the creases at the juncture of his thighs, to his burgeoning cock, so ready it was for her ministrations.
"A treasure am I now?" he growled as he stared down at her with his hooded eyes.
"Yes a treasure indeed...Mm...so hot...and so horny...I'll just have to take your temperature...later..." she mused as she stroked his length, bringing him to attention even more. She stroked his length with her capable hands and then moved on to massage on and under his sack, pressing the skin underneath as he gasped and groaned...and was attacked by a sudden spasm of coughing brought on from his illness.
Teasingly though Blair laughed "I guess you're getting a military exam as well, since I didn't have to tell you twice to turn your head and cough! Ha ha! And FYI, no hernias love...although the Bass man does seem to be packing a full load today." as she glanced down at his throbbing member in his hand and licked a pearly bead of moisture off, and then went down on him, locking eyes as she did so, just like the first time.
They soon became lost in their own little world of pleasure, as she sucked, nibbled, and caressed his most private regions, bringing them both fully to pleasure so that it was as if they were the only two people in the house. Despite his illness, Chuck began to shatter beautifully for her as her efforts to bring him pleasure literally came to a head. He grunted and gasped, despite letting off a volley of coughing, and she squealed when he came in her mouth, delighted that she'd succeeded to making Chuck forget about whatever he'd done with the female doctor. When she released him from her mouth, as he lay back panting, literally trying to catch his breath, she noticed that only her distinctive lipstick color could be seen ringed around his member, which meant that if the doctor had done anything with Chuck, it wasn't to go down on him. The doctor had worn a very distinctive red lipstick that day (at least according to Blair) and from a brief scan of Chuck's naked body, the doctor hadn't left her mark on Blair's man.
"Hm...it's getting hot in here...I guess I'll have to continue the rest of the examination...disrobed." she seductively mused as she popped open her dress, removing it to show to Chuck's delight that she wore nothing underneath. The image of Blair Waldorf clad in nothing but white stockings with seams, heels, and a paper kiddie nurse's cap, while straddling his hips was plenty enough to revive the interest in a groggy, out of breath, nearly passed out Chuck Bass, causing him to begin to harden again.
"Mm...just the type of examination I like..." he mumbled and weakly grinned as he reached out for her, grabbing and kneading her hip as she laughed at him. She leaned forward then to listen to his chest with her stethoscope, prompting him to grab for a breast that was temptingly dangling in front of his face. Knowing that she was tempting Chuck with her body, Blair smugly smiled as she offered a firm young breast to him to lave, as she purred "Mm...your heart is beating so fast...for me. My best prescription is to give you succor my love...in the best way I can...Oo..." and gasped when he latched on and began to sensuously suckle as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, kissing his brow.
His ministered sensuous kisses to her breasts and her chest, until he couldn't breath anymore and began coughing, so Blair pulled away from his torso, pushing him back onto the bed as she rocked back onto her shins...and let his throbbing member impale her core. She gasped and sighed as she felt all of Chuck fill her, reveling in the feeling of her body being united with his, as she soon began to ride him to glory, letting her body do all the work while they both had fun. Blair rode Chuck in that bed facing him, then turned around and faced his feet, in an effort to prolong their mutual pleasure, until Chuck collapsed and literally passed out in a heap on the bed.
Noticing that she'd ridden Chuck so hard she'd driven him to unconsciousness, Blair was pleased with her efforts, collected her clothes from the bed, covered Chuck's nude body with his blankets, and left the room, just as someone was unlocking the hallway door to that bedroom. Blair was already back in bed by the time anyone walked in to check on Chuck or herself.
Awhile later, Eleanor walked into Blair's bedroom a bit disappointed and began to go into a disappointed tirade about Chuck. "Oh darling...I know what Chuck is in relation to your...'issue'...but oh how I'd rather you didn't associate with that boy...because he's uncontrollable! Chuck was supposed to be on doctor prescribed bed-rest for 24 hours because of his 'near pneumonia,' but he can not keep it in his pants for an hour before he's naked and unconscious in bed, clearly having had sex with somebody in that time. Most likely it was one of my staff...although when we asked him, he said it was his 'dream nurse?' Still, whoever it was, she could've killed him!...I am going to get to the bottom of it...soon." she said as she shook her head, clearly upset and overreacting to the turn of events since she didn't want Bart Bass to accuse someone in her household of causing damage to his only son, even if he seemed ambivalent about the boy otherwise. Eleanor then turned to her own daughter, Blair and asked "And how are you darling?"
Blair didn't know how to respond to her mother's tirade about Chuck, especially since she was the one guilty of tempting him to the dark side. Yes he couldn't keep it in his pants...especially when he had someone taking him out of his pants for him to have her way with him while he was weakened by illness. Blair had clearly taken advantage of Chuck Bass (although he'd clearly wanted it once she began), which was a thought that both thrilled and frightened her, because she loved having power...but not if it put someone's existence in jeopardy! (Sure she'd gotten angry and annoyed at many people before and thought that she'd wanted to 'kill them'...but never for real...and especially not to a boyfriend who she'd only wanted to please.)
She was honest then when she replied to her mother, "I don't know? I thought I was feeling better...but now I'm not so sure..." as she wanted to hide under her covers.
"Concerned about Chuck are you? Well we'll get to the bottom of this...and as long as he's on bed-rest and isn't disturbed by any amorous late night rendezvous tonight...he'll be on the mend in no time." she reassured her daughter, although she had a strong suspicion about who the other half of the guilty party was so she laid it on thick, even if she didn't want to imagine it of her daughter. Eleanor stroked her daughter's cheek a moment and could tell she wasn't feverish, before she left her daughter to rest in her own room.
Blair pondered over and over everything her mother had told her, until she really started to panic and become concerned for Chuck. She didn't want him to be knocking on the pearly gates (though given his past, it probably wouldn't be the pearly gates he'd be knocking on) because she'd only wanted to pleasure Chuck so much that he'd forget everything he'd done with Doctor Amber...and remembered her instead. However she hadn't counted on giving him too much pleasure that he...No she definitely didn't want to ponder that thought. She ruminated over these thoughts awhile longer, nearly making herself sick in other ways, until she couldn't stand it anymore and decided to do something about it.
~o~o~o~o~
It was with an odd assortment of objects, Blair carried with her as she entered the bedroom where Chuck lay there seemingly peacefully sleeping. Someone had helped him back into his pajamas and he lay there resting as if nothing was wrong, although he had coughed a bit as she had entered the room. She crept near his bed and stared down at his boyish beauty laid out unconscious on the bed like that as if for a magazine shoot...or a wake? With that thought on her mind, Blair panicked and slowly climbed onto the bed beside him as she opened the vial in her hand, carefully sprinkling some on Chuck's face and chest as she then began trying to say a prayer.
Surprised at getting water sprinkled on his face, Chuck woke up and groggily asked "Wha...at's going on? What're you doing...Blair?"
"My mother said that I almost killed you earlier...so I thought that I'd administer last rights to see if it would help..." she babbled as she tried to remember what to do with the rosary beads she clutched in her hand.
"Last Rights? I love the sentiment, darling...but isn't it a bit extreme? Are you even Catholic?" he mused.
"Well...yes and no. My mother had grown up Catholic and when I was seven she suddenly thought that I should take Holy Communion at Saint Patrick's because she had a friend who's daughter was going to, so I went through some of the classes, bought the little white dress and everything. Shopping for that dress was the best part because I pretended it was my wedding dress and that I was going to marry Prince Charming...he he. When it came time to go through with it though, mother had a fashion show in Paris for that day, then they discovered the trick I was going to use to be first in line for the communion processional...so they said I to do penance and couldn't take communion yet...so I never did. Anyway, my mother told me I'd nearly killed you so I thought that I could pray you back to health...or maybe save your soul from eternal damnation if nothing else could be done." she babbled in explanation.
"Nearly killed me? Ha ha, that was you? Good job lover coz I thought that sexy nurse was probably a dream." he chuckled as he went on. "It might be a little late to save me from damnation but I love the effort...and the thought of you in your little communion dress, hot and bothered and scheming even then."
"Chuck you're sick." she scowled.
"Don't I know it?" he growled, punctuating his reply with a cough to illustrate that he really was still ill as well.
"That's not what I meant! Although you are sick in that way too. Oh I feel so bad! That you're so sick...and according to my mother I nearly 'killed you' with my bedroom antics...which made me feel bad. I'd just wanted to make you forget that doctor and remember me when it comes to your pleasure." she sighed.
"My pleasure? Well that is indeed what you give me...again and again...but if you're worried about Doctor Amber, don't be. She was the consummate professional...almost too much of one because she didn't respond to any of my offers for a date..." he sighed.
"Chuck! You're supposedly MY boyfriend, which means you don't ask other girls out on dates!" she fumed.
"Oh...but I think she'd expected it because...I'm Chuck Bass." he seductively reasoned.
"CHUCK! Oh you!" she fumed as she lightly cuffed him.
"Ow! Your bitch is showing again, Blair. Aw...don't pout! Ha ha, I loved what you did for me earlier...it was so hot...so I thank you. Forget the Holy Water and the beads, Blair. If you want to make me feel better...your mere presence is medicine enough...so just slide in here and you know what I like..." he teased as his voice softened in the end.
"I don't want to wear you out..." she cautiously replied as she slid into bed beside him, under the covers.
"You won't...at least not yet. We'll get to that later maybe. For now...well you know what you begged me to do during that thunderstorm...and our first time...and such? Well you can do that to me..." he replied quietly hoarse.
"You want me to hold you? Okay, I'll do that..." she said as he rolled on his side and she rolled behind him. "Are you okay?" she asked as she drew her leg over his hip.
"I am now..." he whispered as sigh as he drew her arm around him further, as she held him in a gentle, spooning hug and they both fell asleep.
When Eleanor and Dorota came by to check up on Chuck, and caught Blair laying in bed beside him like that, they didn't have the heart to break them up right then because they made a sweet scene together...and Eleanor realized that maybe she had been a bit too hard on her daughter because she was obviously more compassionate than she'd first thought and that warmed her heart as well.
Chuck and Blair stayed the night locked in their spooning embrace, until Chuck's driver Arthur came around to take him back to his penthouse suite at the Palace Hotel, where he could presumably recuperate in peace. Meanwhile, Blair went back to school for a day or two the rest of the week and tried to lay low, avoiding any questions about the whereabouts of Chuck Bass, other than to mention he was at his father's hotel. She didn't want to add fuel to the fire of the rumor mill that said that Chuck had spent an extended stay at the Waldorf penthouse and that they'd been spotted possibly even riding the subway and visiting the aquarium...something neither would publicly admit to doing if they could help it. (Some mysteries were better left unsolved, or admitted to if one's reputation could be maintained.)