Chronicles of Chuck Bass
Chapter Five
A/N: I guessed on how old Dorota's child would be….haha don't kill me I was too lazy to do the math. Also don't kill me with the outcome of this chapter Chuck will still have to fight really hard for Blair. plus if there are any spelling mistake my bad, i wanted to get this chapter to you guys asap.
Blair felt her heart in her stomach as Chuck twisted the door knob leading into the quite interesting house. Once she got a closer look of it, it wasn't to bad she could tell that it once was painting a light color, she wasn't sure color it was a yellow or maybe even a beige with fine white trimmings all around it. It had evidences that there were few lilies beginning to grow, in what looked like to be Chuck's mothers garden that had been abandoned for years. She could see why Chuck would want to restore all the memories of this place, she could tell that once upon a time that it was quite the house, she knew she would have loved it just as much as his mother did. Just with the thoughts of Chuck never mentioning his mother during their marriage killed her, what could she have done wrong to make him lie to her, lie to her about something so big like this. She always knew he was a guarded man but she didn't think it would be this bad.
As Blair and Chuck walked into the opening of the house, Blair's mouth shot open, taking in the rustic atmosphere of the old home. Painted with a lovely robin blue, one of Blair's favorite colors, a bunch of lilies sitting on a wooden table. Her eyes roamed the sensory of the home, taking in the old paintings, the high ceiling with a spectacular chandelier hanging right above, shining off the sun light currently coming through the high window. When she felt Chuck tugging her hand, she snapped out of fantasy land letting him led her towards the kitchen.
Painted a lovely bright yellow, Blair instantly fell in love with the kitchen and it's layout, a huge door leading into the back garden which looked as if world war two hit it, Blair decided to ignore that part. Wooden finishes all over, lovely counter top a kitchen she knew Dorota would die for. She shook her head, allowing her glaze to fall upon Chucks as he slowly moved her towards a stool to sit down.
Blair sat on a stool at the kitchen bar and watched Chuck. He was standing at the stove with his back to her, grilling their chicken and cheese sandwiches. One word that readily came to mind as she continued to watch him was sensuous. He was such a sensuous-looking man. She had thought that very thing each and every time they'd made love. At twenty-two to him in marriage and one their wedding night had had slowly, yet completely, introduced her to all the wonders of a woman and man coming together in love, meshing their minds, bodies and heart in a way that took her breath away. Granted that every time, even before then Blair had always loved the feel of Chuck in bed, but there was something about that night that was truly special and perhaps the best. At other times he would take her with an urgency of passion so fierce, so demanding and so frenzied, the effects would last for days, nights and even weeks. While in his arms nothing else mattered; not their problems, differences or the inner turmoil that plagued their marriage. Whenever he filled her the only thing that matter was him, and the sensations and ecstasy he was able to share with her.
He would know just where to kiss her, just where to touch her and just what parts of her to concentrate on to bring her the greatest degree of pleasure. The bed was the only place she had truly felt as one with him, mainly because it was during those times that she knew-without a doubt- that she had his completely attention. Those were the only times when his job and career had played second to her.
She sighed deeply and decided to switch her thoughts. She switched them onto the thoughts of that she had finally moved one from Chuck (or so she thought) found a wonderful man that she had neglected to actually go after, for the thought that maybe Chuck would come back to her. She had met him mouths ago, when Dorota had visited her with now three year old girl, while feeding the ducks in the park. He was well groomed, dressed in a bottom up shirt, sweater and jeans. Blair knew she was out of her comfort zone with talking to him, but instantly found out that he wasn't as bad as she thought he would be…he was actually much better than Chuck. She figured that if Chuck could move on, so could he. None of her thoughts helped or mattered when she glanced around. The insides of the house was cozy. Too cozy. The furnishings were nice, too nice in her opinion. Especially the bedroom she just happened to stumbling upon as she was making her way to the bathroom to wash her hands. She had tired her not to stare, but she couldn't help but think about all the wicked and wanton things that could be done in that bed with Chuck.
"Blair?"
She blinked, realizing that Chuck had turned around and said something to her. Their gazes met and a pulsing heat began gathering low in her body, spreading in a hot, sensuous rush to all parts of her. She wanted him, she silently admitted. Desire was flitting too fast and furious throughout her to not admit it. For nearly two solid years the thought o being with a man had never entered her mind, mainly because she hadn't been ready to indulge in any type of a serious relationship with anyone. But now her senses were one full alert. Chuck was too close and too overwhelming for them to not be. Even from across the room she could smell his aftershave-a deep, male, potent scent. Her fingers itched to touch him, her tongue yearned to taste him and her body hungered to have him.
When he repeated her name she blinked, bringing both her breathing and mind under control; or at least trying to. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening. What did you say?"
He stared at her and she hoped and prayed he hadn't figured out what she'd been thinking.
"I said I talked to Serena yesterday. It was the first time I had talked to her since Lilly's wedding, and just from the brief conversation we had I can tell she's really matured. I can see how Nate fell in love with her."
Yeah well he fell in love with me first. She thought silently, or at least I thought he did until I actually found you. Blair smiled, remembering everything that went on between Serena and Nate and how their best friends some how formed them to become one, vise verse for Blair and Chuck as well. "Yes, to all our surprise that by having a baby Serena would grow up."
"Nate must have some kind of hold on her."
Blair nodded, thinking that was definitely true that Serena was the one who had Nate in a hold; the good thing about it was that Nate knew just how lucky he was and never took his wife for granted. He worked hard but when work time was over he knew how to come home and take care of business. He knew how to balance work and home life, which was something Chuck never could figured out how to do.
"Don't. Blair."
Blair lifted her gaze and looked directly into Chuck's eyes. "Don't what?"
"Don't remember the bad times."
She swallowed and wondered how he'd known what she'd been thinking. She slowly eased off the stool when he walked towards her, suddenly feeling cornered when he came to stand in front of her.
"There were good times in our marriage, in our relationship and in our friendship, weren't there? The memories aren't all bad are they, Blair?" he asked in an almost whisper, as he gently gripped her upper arms.
Touching her again was a huge mistake. The moment he did, she gasped as sensation that had been left on hold for two years suddenly rushed straight from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, making her fully away of every inch of him and herself as well. Just from his touch, she felt like a woman for the first time in two years.
A woman who arched for the man who used to be her mate.
A shiver of passion aroused her and she knew Chuck felt it. Their gazes held for the longest moment. Then slowly, deliberately, hr lowered his head towards hers. A party of her demanded that she step back but she couldn't. The only thing she could do was stand there while he claimed her mouth slowly, tenderly and thoroughly.
Heat, in various degrees, inflamed her when he slid his tongue between her lips. She took the time to feast on him, to taste him as he sought out her tongue, which she readily gave him. Her body knew what to expect. It knew what it wanted and just what it was going to get. A deep ache grew inside of her and began spreading to all parts of her body. Chuck made kissing an art form and today he was at his best.
He drew her closer and tighten his hold on her. The lower parts of their bodies touched and she could feel his hard erection through his pants. It was such a familiar and a missed feeling that she immediately reacted and widened her legs to cradle him between them. Blood pounded fast and furious in her veins at the thought that after all this time she still affected him as much as he affected her.
Chuck heard a moan. He wasn't sure if it had come from him or Blair, but neither did he care. Right now she was where he wanted her to be: in his arms while he kissed her with all the feelings of a man in love. He was lost. Totally and completely out of control…and evidently out of patience. He hadn't meant to kiss her this way so soon. But when he'd looked across the room and saw her watching him, he couldn't help himself. Some things just didn't change, and their deep attraction for each other seemed to be one of them.
Knowing he had to bring them up for air sometime, Chuck slowly broke off the kiss. Then he bent to brush a soft kiss over her lips, wanting to taste her again, even if it was just a quick taste.
"That kiss was inevitable." he said quietly, his voice a soft, smooth murmur. "Just like it's inevitable for us to do it again."
He leaned over and closed his mouth completely over hers once more, absorbing the minty flavor right out of her mouth. He hadn't realized just how much he had hungered for her taste until now. And he could tell from the way she returned his kiss that she had hungered for his as well.
It was Blair who finally regained control of the situation and returned back to reality. Breaking her mouth free of his, she placed her hands on his crest and pushed out of his arms. She inhaled a deep breath and released it. He was right, although she wasn't going to admit this. He told her that this was strictly business that only made Blair's blood boil as she stood looking at the man so craved so much. If she didn't pull away there was a chance there would be a third, then a fourth kiss. She and Chuck had always been spontaneous combustion just waiting to ignite. But that was no excuse-those days were supposed to be long gone….in the past and that's exactly how she was going to have it be.
She forced her heated gaze up to Chuck. He was looking at her and saying nothing. Just looking at her. "Charles Bass this was supposed to be business," she said loudly, not knowing what else to say to him. At the moment all other words escaped her.
"It is."
Blair frowned. "Two people conducting business don't carry on the way we just did, Chuck!"
He eyed her with a ferocity that made heat skitter down her spine. "They could I they wanted to."
Blair sighed heavily as she continued to pull herself together, Chuck wasn't helping any matters. "Look Chuck, we can't that wouldn't be fair for Marcus." She inhaled sharply as his eyebrows furrowed before seeing the vein in his neck pop out. "Maybe we ought to lay down some ground rules?"
And maybe we ought to just lay down, he thought as he continued to watch her. Mmmm…that had numerous possibilities. Knowing he had to smooth her over before her feather got ruffled any further ad she decided to call off the interview, he said, "Marcus? Who may that be?" He asked quickly before moving on, "Like I said, the kiss was inevitable, Blair, considering out history." He smiled apologetically, "I got carried away. I promise to control my in the future."
Knowing he hadn't indulged in the kiss-a-thon by himself, Blair smiled wryly and said, "Same here. I promise to control myself in the future, too."
He hoped not. He'd always liked her out of control. "Go ahead and sit back down." he said, nodding towards the stool. "Lunch is almost read. Or instead of sitting you can help by getting a couple of glasses out of the cabinet and filling them with ice for lemonade. They're in the cabinet over the sink."
Blair giggled at his request. "That sounds easy enough."
He shook his head, grinning as he remembered she was definitely not a whiz in the kitchen. But then her capabilities in the bedroom had more than made up for it. "It is easy enough."
He watched as she sashayed around him and walked over to the cabinet to take out the glasses. In the skirt she was wearing, her backside seemed to have gotten a bit curvier since the last time he had checked it out. He smiled. He couldn't wait for the chance to check it out again. He could imagine undressing her, removing every stitch of clothing that covered her, then pulling her to him-skin to skin.
He groaned silently, knowing it was time to move on to the next phase of his plan. Firstly he had to find out who this Marcus guy was and why was he hanging out with her. He just hoped Blair was ready for it. He knew that he definitely was. Slowly, methodically, he intended to break down every barrier she had erected. IN the end he was going to have her so dizzy with passion, so saturated in desire and so full of need that she wouldn't be able to think straight.
And her intended to make sure that happened as quickly as possible.