AN: I own nothing except the story line and the characters not seen in the show!
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A portion of this chapter is rated M for sexual content. This will be clearly indicated and if this rating offends you, you may skip over it. The general plot of the story will not be lost to you.
Chapter 6
They finally separated, each out of breath, gasping for air. Blair looked around, but no one that they knew was currently in the bar.
"I'm sorry." She muttered still out of breath.
"It-it's okay." Chuck managed to get out.
Blair held her hand to her chest, trying to regain her composure. She downed the rest of her scotch. Chuck did the same.
"So…" She said.
"So…" He mimicked.
"I better get going." Blair stuttered.
"I'll walk you up." Chuck said and Blair nodded.
The elevator ride was pure anguish for the two of them, neither wanting to look at the other. Finally they stopped at their desired destination and Blair walked out followed by Chuck.
"Well, thanks for walking me to my door." Blair said and awkwardly stuck out her hand.
"My pleasure." Chuck murmured and ignoring her hand, leaned in for a kiss, which she met fervently.
Blair ran her fingers around his neck and through his hair, pulling him closer, while Chuck sucked on her neck, giving her love bites. She struggled to get her room key out and somehow managed to open the door. They stumbled inside.
Start Rated M
"I see we're going commando today." Chuck murmured as he pushed Blair against her bedroom door, slowly sliding his hand higher up her leg.
"Umm hmm." Blair giggled as Chuck's hand taunted her.
"I must say, I like this new side of you." Chuck whispered.
He finally gave in to Blair's whimpers, letting his hands slide over her center. At this, she gruffly grabbed his face and her hot tongue plundered his mouth.
"I have wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you." She whined between wet kisses as he carried her to her bed, her legs now wrapped around his waist.
"Is that so?" He asked with a smirk.
"Yes it is." She said mischievously.
And with that she began unbuckling his belt as he quickly pulled at the buttons on his shirt. She finished first and helped him with his shirt. He ripped his undershirt off and tossed it to the side, then moving on to his shoes.
However, he stopped in his tracks as he saw her pull her sorry excuse for a dress over her head. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Let's go, Bass. I haven't got all day." She purred and laid back on her bed, legs separated, shoes still on.
She watched him watch her as he hastened to finish undressing.
"So, did you want to fuck me?" She asked coyly.
"I have wanted to fuck you for the past seven years." He murmured and finished with his clothes.
He moved back onto the bed, settling between her legs. For a while they just kissed ferociously, hands re-exploring each other. Then things got interesting.
His hands glided to her now bare chest and she moaned as he began to massage each breast, alternating between the two.
"Chuck…" She cried out breathily.
"I love how you say my name." He murmured.
"Shut up." She said and flipped them over so she was now on top.
"Do you love how I do this?" She asked as she took hold of his length.
He let out a groan in reply. She began pumping him slowly at first, but pace quickening.
"Blair…" He moaned.
"What?" She asked innocently.
He flipped them over essentially stopping her actions.
"We're not done quite yet." He growled with a smirk.
His hands traced the length of her body while he kissed her neck, throat, chest. His fingers moved past her stomach, resting on her hips as she let out quiet moans. Then he parted her legs and began tracing light circles on her inner thighs with his fingers.
He enjoyed teasing her, hands moving ever so close but stopping just short of her core, then trailing his hands back down her thighs. Finally, though, he acquiesced to her cries and let his fingers slip inside of her. She called out his name.
He smirked and began pumping her, gently sliding in another finger. She moaned again and again. He was surprised at her wetness; it still amazed him after all this time how hot he could get her. But then again, she could get him pretty hot too.
Finally, her cries becoming more frequent, he slid his thumb over her clit and circled it. This apparently was all she needed, she was over the edge.
She lay back staring at him in pure bliss; he smiled at her, feeling about ready to explode himself.
"Drawer." She managed to gasp.
He reached over to her nightstand and pulled out a condom, sliding it on and positioning himself between her legs. He entered with such force and passion that she thought she would die right then and there.
They kept this up for most of the night, finally succumbing to sleep only when their bodies couldn't take any more of their lovemaking.
End Rated M
Blair awoke the next morning still in Chuck's arms. She turned over to look at him and realized he had been watching her sleep.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" She whispered.
"You looked so peaceful." He said simply.
She smiled at him and he kissed her gently on her lips. Lips that were now swollen from last night's doings. This action, though small, brought her back to reality. She had escaped the real world and its consequences last night, giving in to her passion and desires but in the light of day, she couldn't help but feel immense guilt.
Chuck sensed her change in demeanor and rolled to his side of the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Look Chuck…" Blair began.
She sat up and pulled him up with her, looking him square in the eye. This would not be easy.
"Last night was…incredible. It really was." She said. He smiled at her words.
"I know." He murmured. She gave a small smile in return.
"But we can't do this again." She said with more conviction than she felt.
"I know." He sighed.
"Don't get me wrong, last night was…perfect, but Chuck, you are engaged." She breathed.
"I know." He said and moved closer to her. She could feel his hot breath on her lips.
"So this can never happen again." She repeated, trying to remain strong. Though with each passing second, her control was dwindling.
"I know." He agreed, now looking her square in the eye, noses grazing each other.
"You should probably go now." She whispered.
"I know." He said and kissed her softly.
She reciprocated with a fire similar to the night before, a thirst for his touch that could not be quenched.
"After a quick shower?" She asked, pulling him up with her and walking towards the bathroom.
"I know." He said with a smirk.
"Sorry, I know I'm late." Blair said trying to catch her breath.
"That's okay, we were just chatting." Serena said.
Joanna nodded her head curtly. She was not too pleased when Serena mentioned that Blair was joining them for brunch today. Joanna was expecting it to be just the four of them; Chuck, Serena, Dan, and herself. Now she was here.
Joanna did not like Miss Blair Waldorf and she most certainly did not trust her. She saw the way that Blair looked at Chuck and the way that he looked at her. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two which was very worrisome indeed.
Not that she doubted Chuck's love for her; Joanna was almost positive that Chuck loved her. He told her that constantly and he was the first one to say it in their relationship. But lately, his words seemed more mechanic than anything else.
"Oh, what about?" Blair asked, stirring Joanna out of her thoughts.
"The wedding." Joanna said tersely and gave Blair a sharp look.
"That's exciting." Blair chirped, trying to sound happy for the couple.
However, at the mention of said nuptials, Blair felt another round of guilt of the transgressions of last night and this morning. Not to mention the feeling of jealousy which she never knew she had. In some ways she felt like it should be her wedding to Chuck they were talking about, but she knew that was silly.
For a while there was idle chit-chat, nothing too serious. The topic of Nate was brought up, but only briefly and everyone seemed to find it more amusing than offensive.
"What has you smiling?" Serena asked about halfway through the meal.
"What?" Blair asked trying to play it cool.
"You have been smiling non-stop since you got here." Serena continued, looking at Blair as if trying to read her mind.
"Really? I didn't even notice." Blair said and tried to brush it off.
"Yes. I would even go as far as to say you were glowing." Dan added, emphasizing the last word.
"Yeah." Serena agreed. "You looked like you have been thoroughly fucked." Serena concluded with a smirk
"Serena!" Blair exclaimed as she blushed furiously, essentially confirming Serena's statement.
"Oh my God! You totally have. And look, there's even evidence." Serena teased.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Blair said in a warning voice.
"You lips say no, the hickey on your neck says yes." Serena said with a grin.
Blair quickly pulled a small mirror out of her purse to examine her neck and gasped when she saw that Serena was right. Her face turned fire engine red and she took a large gulp of her vodka and tonic.
"B," Serena began seriously, "you didn't sleep with Nate did you?" Serena asked.
"No, of course not." Blair shouted in mortification.
"Then who?" Serena egged her on. Blair glared at her, but she didn't even flinch.
"Serena, this is not an appropriate conversation for brunch. Joanna, continue what you were saying about the floral arrangements." Blair said with a tone of finality.
Everyone stared intently at Blair, except Chuck of course who was trying to be inconspicuous and act like he wasn't about to jump out of his skin. Finally, Joanna broke her gaze and went on about her dislike of lilies and how they would most definitely not be in any centerpiece.
Blair shot Chuck a nervous look when she was sure no one was looking at her, and he gave a slight jerk of his head in response. This was shaping up to be one of the most painful brunches in Blair's entire existence. And that included the time she told Dan about Serena and Nate all those years ago.
Blair was anxiously flipping through channels on the TV when someone knocked gently at her door. She walked over, hoping it was Nate so that she could clear the air with him. She felt horrible about the events of game night and wanted to make amends. Sure he had overreacted but he was still a friend and she didn't want to lose that relationship again.
Blair sighed when she looked through the peephole and saw Chuck nervously standing there, looking around to make sure no one was watching him.
"Chuck, you shouldn't be here." Blair said, opening her door.
"We need to talk." He said, letting himself in and strolling to the couch.
AN: A brief note on the "sex scene," I apologize if anyone found this inappropriate, however, I felt that it fit well in the story and needed to be done in order to move the storyline in the direction I want it to go. Additionally, I'm sorry if it was not well-written, as this is not my forte.
