Blair, in her school uniform skirt and Tommy Hilfiger´s jacket, stepped out from lift to the corridor, where Chuck´s suite was.
The cappuccinos were really hot against her fingers and with packet of doughnuts and her own bag; it was quite difficult even to keep going.
She was balancing everything all the way to the suite, number 1812, when she heard voices and the particular door was opened.
Blair quickly jumped back around the corner, and watched from her hiding place to see what the hell was going on.
"So, goodbye, Mr. Bass," chattered a blond girl in very unfashionable Burberry coat from a past season collection.
"Bye, sweetheart," Chuck replied with his deepest, and according to him, also sexiest voice.
"Can I get your phone number, just in case I will be nearby?" the slut asked him too-sweetly after which Chuck began to dictate to her a definitely false number.
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During lunch break, Chuck found Blair chatting with class-mates about math test.
"Excuse me, ladies," he smirked at the girls and turned to Blair, but she gave him annoyed look.
"We have something important to talk about," she said showing him aside to continue with their conversation.
"I thought that we were going to go out for lunch," he hissed behind her.
Blair turned her head around to face him and he continued even more coldly, "Could you wait a minute?"
He had been waiting for the last 15 minutes at least, quite confused and angry, Chuck Bass is never kept waiting and never confused about the way a girl acts. But Blair is his friend, so it´s different.
"We have almost no time for a meal, sorry. I have a lesson," she replied simply and quickly as she walked passed him.
"Blair, what the fuck is going on?" he stopped her and couldn´t stop himself from saying something.
"Nothing." This is really not "nothing". He doesn´t know much about this issues of girls' manners, but it was said like it was something.
"Oh, don´t do this," he scoffed. "Is this about yesterday? Did I do-"
"No, no!"
"Then what?"
"I just said- I have a lesson. See you after school, okay?"
"Come with me to Victrola tonight. My father wants me to be there."
"Another big victory party?"
"Maybe," he smiled. "I´ll pick you up at 7."
Blair just nodded and disappeared in the building quickly.
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At 7:00 Blair entered the waiting limo. She sat next to Chuck who was dressed in a simple black suit with black tie and white shirt. He usually didn't wear clothes like these, but Blair thought he looked very nice. Blair herself had purple blouse on with long fluffy sleeves and knee-high silk skirt in a cream color.
She was trying to look busy with her cell phone and when she caught his eye, she made an Okay look with raised eye brows and lifted mouth corners.
"It´s going to be pretty boring party," Chuck informed her.
"Nice," she said, because it seemed like he is going to be bored because of her.
"No, I didn´t meant it like that, Blair," he was trying to clear it up. "I´m glad that you´re here," he added sincerely.
Blair made another little Okay smile and kept wishing that she hadn´t seen the morning scene.
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Once, when they entered the shining and noisy club, Chuck excused himself and went to his father and Blair sat down to the bar and ordered a martini- for a start.
From her bar stool, martini in hand, she was watching Chuck as he tried to do his best to impressed the businessman around his father, even though he had sent him away from his new family life. Blair didn´t exactly know if it was sweet or just sad.
She wanted to be sad for him or to be happy for him or anything for him, but she couldn´t. Each time when she recalled that whore and him at the entrance to his suit, it made her sick. Especially when she'd been thinking what they were doing together. How loudly the blond was moaning and if he was telling her how pretty is she and how good she feels… Just when she thought that the nausea was back, she realized that it had gotten better, it was the alcohol. A wide smile appeared on her face and she ordered another drink.
After half an hour Chuck made his way back to her, only to find her humming quietly to the song that was playing and that the pose of her body wasn't so perky and affected.
"Hey, Blair?" he called and when her face turned to him, he understood. "You´re drunk!" he cried out.
"I am not!" Blair defended. But her glistening eyes, infantile voice and expression revealed her. "That´s your specialty," she pouted, her red lips defined.
Chuck started to mock her. "A girl once told me, that booze isn´t the best way."
"Heyyy!" Blair exclaimed as she slapped him on his arm, but she couldn´t help herself and laughed along with Chuck.
"Time for fun," Chuck said as he grabbed her hand and led her to door that read PRIVATE, where there was an office and a rest room or lounge.
The sofa here was as green as a pool table, when she began to sit down she let out a hiss from surprising pain in her hip.
Chuck promptly lifted his eyes from pouring glasses of some liquor, and looking for her eyes.
"Is it still sore?" he asked and putting the glasses on the table next to the sofa.
"No-yes-not really," Blair murmured.
"Show me," and he is staring at her now, a challenged look on his face.
"No!" Blair yelped, yanking her body away from him.
"I dare you to show me your hip!" and now he sounded like a little mad boy.
"We aren´t play Truth or dare!"
"Oh yes, we are."
"Since when?"
"Since I said."
They are both like little children.
"Okay, but remember, it was your choice," Blair said slowly and she definitely had something in her mind. She shoved up the purple blouse to reveal her side and the lace of her bra.
Then, instead of putting it back on, she pulled the rest over her head and put somewhere on the sofa.
"Well, truth or dare, Chuck?" she said with innocent but ridiculous smile.
"Truth," he answered simply.
"Why you wanted me to say I love you that night?" Blair said before she could stop herself.
His brown eyes met hers, and then he looked away.
"Maybe I just wanted to hear it, even it wasn´t true," the words were followed by deep breath.
Blair absolutely understood what he meant.
"I didn´t meant to- to make you feel low or-you know…"
"I know."
After short pause full of their unwished thoughts, they continued with Truth or dare, but this time in a more playfully way. By that time Chuck lost his jacket and also one of his shoes and Blair had to sing Umbrella by Rihanna, and others. Because of bottle of Dom Pérignon, Blair felt irrepressible urge to giggling and Chuck was just lucky because it looked like Blair was happy. And then she dared him to kiss her to taste the Champaign on each other's lips and tongues.
"We´re friends, we can´t kiss," Chuck objected and leaned back from the almost half-naked Blair in her pretty lilac bra.
"True," she said after short moment of embarrassment and wonder. It was so not him!
But he took her left wrist and enrobed here a whit of the Champaign from his glass. The golden, fizzy liquid briskly cool down Blair´s hot skin, then the cool shivers were replaced immediately with a burn caused by Chuck´s tongue and lips, running on her sensitive flesh. He was attentively caressing every centimeter of her sweet skin from all sides, to edge of the salty palm.
Blair felt her body begin to tremble in anticipation, but she tried to relax and remembered how to act. She knew there was something when Chuck wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled, until she was half lying, back against the sofa´s elbow. Then he reached for glass again and poured the Champaign on her flat stomach.
She giggled as she was scanning his actions. Most of the liquid left in her navel, but some of it was now running down her sides. So Chuck lowered his head and started to drink the vintage straight from her belly and licking her sides.
It was so pleasant, that Blair closed her eyes and her head started to spin slowly.
"Mmmmm," Chuck mumbled, "sweet."
And before Blair could say anything, her ass was at the edge of the sofa, Chuck was tucking up the skirt as silky as her bare tights, after the lilac panties were away, and one of her legs was draped over his shoulder.
He walks his fingers up her leg and follows with his mouth then behind her knee and over her thigh. She lets out a low sigh.
"I hoped this kind of kissing is allowed."
Blair´s full lower lip is caught between her teeth when he looks up on her and she whispers yes, flush already rising under her skin, but she doesn't look away, not even when his finger slips between her folds, finding a wet heat.
All he can do is concentrate the way he flicks his thumb across her clit, the second hand soothing her inner tight near the center. Then, his mouth covers the most sensitive part of Blair´s body. She can´t keep her arms from shaking, her head flinging backwards with the push and the pull of his mouth.
The soft, breathy noises she's making driving Chuck crazy. He pays close attention, learning this the way he's learned everything else about her.
Blair feel her back arch, as his fingers suddenly slip inside, stroking her inner walls. Her eyes widen, as she begin slowly ride his talented fingers.
"Are you cold?"
"No…"
"You´re trembling," and he smirks, because he certainly knows why, he just can´t help himself. "Why?"
"I´m aroused obviously," she mumbles quickly and angrily and when he´s starting to lowering his head down again, all the arousal (almost) is away.
"You always must ruin everything!" Blair screams when she suddenly rises up and fixing her skirt and looking for her purse. "Can´t you be normal?!" she´s continuing as she grabs her underwear from the floor and tuck it to the handbag.
"Blair!" yells Chuck when he sees that she is about to leave.
"Fuck you!" Blair answers and once again she is gone.