Chuck Bass has it all: the money, the lifestyle and the women... What happens when he comes home after the summer and finds out his stepsister brought home a friend. Who appears to be a female version of himself... What happens when that particular stranger turns his Bass-world up side down... Is it possible for Chuck to have finally met his match...?
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Chapter 9
When Blair wakes up the next morning, it takes her a while to realize where she is. When she looks around in the darkly decorated room and feels a warm body lying next to her, a small smile forms on her face and she slowly starts to recollect last night's events. All she intended to do was to tease him, by showing off how good the ensemble looked on her body; getting him aroused would only be a bonus. Clearly she underestimated his skills and persuasion methods, because the moment he placed her back on top of his desk, the tension changed and somewhere along the way she gave in to him. Whether it was the way he touched her, or perhaps how he kissed the skin at the nape of her neck, or the way he took control in a very sexy manner when she was about to go, she didn't know. Maybe it was the combination off all three.
Even though she feels sore when she stretches every muscle in her body, she knows that's a reasonable price to pay for a night of fun. Chuck turned out to be an even better lover than she expected him to be and much less selfish than she anticipated. He definitely made sure she experienced just as much pleasure as he did. The man is skilled, that's for sure, but practice makes perfect after all. She turns to face him, and finds him still sound asleep. Blair takes a moment to study him: his chestnut hair is tousled, his breathing heavy, his lips still a bit swollen, but so are hers she figures. Her eyes, along with the tips of her fingers, travel down to his, with chest hair clad, chest. The moment her fingers make contact, his eyes flutter open and a smile appears around his lips before he pushes himself up and captures hers in a breathtaking kiss, while moving on top of her. She can't hold a giggle down when she feels the obvious evidence of his immediate arousal against her leg…
A knock on the door startles them. Chuck reaches over her so he can retrieve his blackberry and earn some sense of time: it's 10.30 am.
Another knock soon follows: "Chuck? Man, it's me: Nate."
Blair's mind is working overtime: she needs to get out of here; they can't be seen together. She doesn't want to relive the mess that picture created. In a moment of panic and fear, her legs start to move her out of Chuck's bed as the person on the other side of the door started pushing down the handle and is about to enter. There is only one way left to go. She attempts to make a run towards the en suite bathroom, but Chuck pulls her back under the covers before she can even touch the floor. When Nate pops his head around the door, he sees a naked female form being pulled back into bed.
"Sorry, man. I see you're busy. I'll come back later…" Nate looks away.
"It's alright Nathaniel. Come in…" Chuck answers, eyeing Blair's naked form under the covers. She hears Nate close the door behind him and shuffle around the entrance: "Blair, meet a shy version of Nathaniel…"
Blair props herself up on her elbows: "Yes, Nate. I remember you."
He gives her a surprised look.
"You were the one whispering sweet things into Serena's ear all evening at the party last weekend, weren't you?" Blair wonders. Chuck rolls his eyes at her playing-dumb-act, which is so un-Blair like.
"Guilty…" He waves at her.
"Why are you standing by the door?" she wonders with a sugar coated voice: "I don't bite, Chuck can confirm that if you'd like."
Chuck grins at her sudden change in attitude, back to her normal, naughty, vixen-like self. "It's true…" Chuck smirks smugly. "Unless you ask…"
Nate eyes them with wide eyes, a hint of blush on his cheeks. He should have walked away the moment he saw that Chuck still had company. He knows by now that Chuck likes to show off his nightly entertainment whenever he gets the chance…
When Chuck turns to look at her, Blair's eyes gleam devilishly. "Oh, that reminds me," she points out before eyeing Nate. "Do you like spiders?" Chuck's mind immediately goes back to their conversation at the Van der Basses party earlier. He holds his breath, waiting anxious for Nate's – probably clueless – response.
"Why do you ask?" Nate wonders carefully, once he noticed Chuck's intense stair. Chuck watches her like a hawk at this point: doubting whether to scare off this new predator - aka his best friend, when he takes the bait or to just claim Blair as his in front of his best friend…
"I prefer black widows," she smiles a very well-acted sweet smile: "they have something alluring about them. Don't you agree?"
Chuck pouts his lips. He's not pleased with where this game is going. To him it feels as if she's trying to lure Nate in, tempting Nate and if he doesn't take control of the situation very soon, it could go very wrong in just a matter of minutes. He takes her a hold of her chin and turns her face towards his, making her look at him instead of Nate. "Why don't you go ahead and get that shower running?" His lips are so close to hers, she's able to feel his breath when he speaks to her. "I will join you in a minute…" Chuck captures her lips in a kiss that Blair deepens by brushing her tongue against his lips, asking him access that he's more than happy to grant her. Their passionate display makes Nate shuffle nervously at the door again.
"Nathaniel," Blair addresses their audience, "would you be so kind to hand me that silk robe hanging behind you?"
"This one?" Nate wonders, pointing towards the purple one that is Chuck's.
"Yes," she confirms.
He eyes Chuck with a 'since-when-do-you-share-your-robe-with-your-one-night-stands' look.
"I could come and get it if you want, but then again: I wouldn't want to make you blush twice in one minute…"
Chuck chuckles at her boldness, before addressing Nate: "It's OK, Nathaniel. You can give it to her."
Nate raises his eyebrows in disbelieve, before turning around, grabbing the robe and walking over to her. "Here you go…"
"Merci." Blair smiles sweetly, while thanking him in French. She sits up giving them a clear view of her bare back before putting the robe on. On her way to the bathroom, she turns to face them before closing the door. "How hot do you like the shower?"
"Sizzling…" Chuck replies with a horny grin.
Blair smiles naughtily at him: she loosens the knot that was holding the robe together and lets it slide down her shoulders: "Oh, how silly of me…"
Chuck eyes Blair's naked form with his mouth slightly agape: 'damn she's beautiful.' Nate's about to turn around and he would be granted with the same view, if Chuck didn't stop that from happening just in time. "Nathaniel, don't!" Nate, who is shocked at the sudden bossiness his friend displays towards him, freezes and looks back at Chuck, completely confused.
"Here's your robe…" Blair hangs it over the chair in front of his desk, before walking back towards the bathroom in her Eve's costume…
The moment the bathroom door closes, Nate starts to speak: "Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?"
"Don't act as if I was alienated, Nathaniel." Chuck wraps the covers around his waist, so he can get out of bed and replace them by his robe a few seconds later.
"Well, you sure act the part…" Nate retorts. "By the way, didn't your latest encounter caused a lot of trouble?"
"Does that mean you're about to rat us out too?" Chuck answers the question with a question, before adding some form of explanation: "Were just having fun Nathaniel… That's all…"
"Chuck Bass sharing his purple silk robe? That seems more than just fun to me…" Nate teases.
"Mock the robe all you want."
"I'm not mocking it. I'm mocking you." Nate laughs. "And I'm not going to rat you two out. I'm just saying you should be careful. That's all…"
"It's kind of you to worry about us Nathaniel, but there's no need: what the old man doesn't know, won't hurt him…" Chuck grins devilishly.
When Nate doesn't reply, Chuck decides to find out why he came in his room at the first place. After all, he's starting to lose his patience: he has more pleasurable business to attend after all and he's not quite sure how she'll react if he keeps her waiting any longer. "Could you get down to business?"
"I actually came by to ask if you were up for a guy's night out. Just us, like in the old days."
"So I take you didn't get lucky with Serena the other night…"
"Stop by the Spectator around 8ish?" The fact that Nate refuses to answer the question, says it all: he didn't…
"Alright, Nathaniel. I'll help you forget about my step-sister a few more nights, so you can catch some sleep, because you look like shit…"
"Jeez, thanks Chuck."
"No need to thank me now. Thank me tomorrow morning." Chuck grins. "You know the way out, don't you?"
And with that he closes the door in his best friends face. With Nate out of the way he can finally join Blair in the shower. He walks over to the bathroom and is about to enter, when all of a sudden her phone starts ringing. His curiosity gets the best of him and he decides to take a look at the caller-ID:
Incoming call: Vanessa Abrams...
Chuck walks into the bathroom a few moments later and is pleased when he realizes she's still in the shower. He leaves his robe at the door and steps in behind her. Her back's facing him and leaves him the opportunity to surprise her by kissing his way up from her left shoulder to her neck.
"When were you planning on telling me you're moving out?" he hums into her ear.
"How do you know that?" Blair holds her breath for a moment
"I know everything." Chuck mumbles while kissing the skin on her neck
Blair turns to face him. "No, seriously now. How do you know that?" She grabs the shower gel from its holder.
"Some woman named Vanessa Abrams called and I accidently answered," Chuck lies; he purposely answered that call.
"What did she say?" Blair wonders while rubbing some shower gel on herself. Chuck drags his bottom lip between his teeth while he eyes her soaping herself.
"She asked to call back. Something about an offer getting accepted on the condo you liked." Chuck starts kissing her perfect jaw line.
"That's great news," Blair chirps happily all of a sudden, pulling herself away from his kisses.
"How is that great news?" Chuck wonders confused. If she leaves it will be less convenient for them to accidently bump in to each other and that alone would make his stay here a whole lot less interesting.
"Well for example," Blair places her hand in his chest as she starts to play with his chest hair a bit, wrapping some of it around the tip of her finger, "we would not have been interrupted by your friend earlier. Instead of a chat with him, we probably would have had a round of morning-after-sex instead…"
"Mmm… That sounds very promising indeed." Chuck hums into her ear all hot and bothered before he starts kissing her neck again, only to wonder a few seconds later: "But why the past tense?"
"I'm afraid that play time is over, Chuck." Blair starts washing the last remains of soap off her body: "I have appointments to get to and so do you, I assume."
"They can wait." Chuck pushes her - rather roughly - with her back into the cold stone wall of the shower and moves in for a kiss the moment she feels the cold tiles against her skin. The dominance he displays through his kiss is arousing, she wants to give in, she wants to relive last night once more, but she can't: at least not now.
The moment Chuck let's go of her lips, Blair starts talking: "I have a meeting with the board, your father included, in less than forty five minutes. I can't make them wait."
Chuck knows she can't; those men hate it when they are kept waiting and that would make the meeting only harder for her. On top of that, it would make his father suspicious and the man wouldn't hesitate to order his PI to find out every single detail of Blair's day in order to learn the reason why he had to wait. That would resolve in him finding out every detail about every single encounter they had: including all of last night…
"All right," he mumbles disappointed.
"We'll play again…" The fact that she expects a repeat of last night, throws him off guard. Blair uses that moment to turn the tables: she pushes him against the cold shower wall and kisses him goodbye with a sultry kiss that leaves him not only hanging, but desiring for more…
'Damm, that woman knows how to make an exit.'Chuck curses inwards the moment he hears the bathroom door fall to a close. She did it again, once more she was able to leave him all hot and bothered. He doesn't get how she's able to pull that off time after time. The sex he had last night was amazing, if not the best so far, threesomes' or anything else of that kind excluded of course. She made him fight for the dominant role every single time and his desk was without a doubt christened properly this time around: at one point they were both on top of it. When he steps out of the shower moments later he finds his purple robe missing: she most likely took it to get to her room safely. He pictures her naked body underneath his silk robe, not only does it make him smile, but it also makes another part of his body react full enthusiasm. Chuck tries to make the thought go away before he has to jump back into that shower in order to cool off again.
Once fully suited up, he leaves his room and turns right towards the kitchen. When he notices that her bedroom door is left ajar, he stops for a detour, enters her room and closes the door quietly. He immediately notices his purple robe on the chair by the door and Blair appears only seconds later, wearing no more than a lace and mesh teddy with garters and matching stockings. She looks ravishing, even in the purest of whites.
"Do you always wear virgin white the day after?" Chuck makes his presence known to her.
Blair looks at him through her vanity mirror and smiles while putting her pearl earrings in. "You couldn't resist, could you?" She refers to the door she 'forgot' to close.
Chuck shakes his head. "No. Hope you don't mind."
"Surprisingly I don't." Blair continues to get ready. She paints her lips a deep, bloody red and brushes her hair so her curls cascade down one side of her neck, leaving the other one completely bare. She stands up from her vanity table and faces him. "What are you waiting for?" she wonders.
"An answer…"
"Yes." She smiles, before walking into her walk-in-closet. "Yes, I always wear white the day after, so I feel more like a saint then a sinner…"
Once she's out of his sight, Chuck starts to walks closer. The moment he's about to enter the walk-in closet, they bump into each other.
"Oh, good. You are still here." She smiles. "Could you help me with the zipper?" Blair turns her back towards him. He hesitates for a moment. How can he be bothered to zip up her dress, when all he can think is how much better it would look on the floor and her atop of him. Blair turns her head to face him: "What are you waiting for? I don't have all day…"
Chuck traces his finger up her back as he pulls the zipper up. He feels her lean into his touch for a moment and smiles, before he lowers his lips to her neck and starts kissing her skin gently. He seems to be able to pull her in, over and over again. When the elevator announces its arrival they both freeze mid action. Blair is able to regain some mental strength and move out of his reach.
"Charles?" Bart wonders from the living room.
"Shit…" Chuck curses under his breath.
"I thought we were alone…" Blair whispers panicked
"We were…"Chuck confirms. "He must have come back…" This is it. His father's going to strangle him. The following seconds everything happens in a blur as he watches Blair move around her room silently, gathering things as she does so.
"Take this." Blair places his purple robe in his hands. She eyes the room one last time, making sure that there are no other personal things of Chuck's left to be found. "You go, wait at your door. I'll slam mine shut so you can open yours without drawing your father's attention…" she starts explaining her plan to him.
"When did you come up with this?" he wonders.
"When you were standing there all panicked." Blair smiles. "Do exactly as I told you, OK?"
Chuck sneaks out of her room and waits by his door. Blair steps outside and slams hers shut, just like she said she would.
"Charles?" Bart wonders again.
"No, it's me Blair," she answers all smiling once she steps into Bart's line of sight. When she sees him eyeing his watch, she realises that he's probably wondering what she's still doing here so late. "I forgot my day planner," she continues, waving the big leather book at Bart before putting it away in her purse.
"I'm looking for Charles. Have you seen him?" Bart wonders.
"No. I haven't." Blair answers.
Their conversation is interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing. "It's from the office. I've got to take it," Blair explains while walking towards the elevator. Once the door closes, she can take a relieved breath. That was close. What if they hadn't heard the elevator arrive? Bart would have walked in on them and it would have blown everything up. She has to be more careful. All she can do now is hope that Chuck sticks to the plan. If he does they are safe. If not they are knee deep in trouble.
When she arrives downstairs, she pays Vanja to remember that she went up right before Bart did, in case the man double checks, which he'll do without a doubt. The doorman accepts the hundred dollar bill with a smile and a nod. On her way to work she calls Vanessa Abrams back and learns that she was able to negotiate a fair deal with the owner. They agreed on the price of 8.25 million for the condo, meeting half way between the first offer Blair made and the reduced asking price. All that needs to be done now is to find a moment in her very full schedule to sit down and sign the paperwork.
From the moment she sets foot on the office floor she's pulled from right to left and back. Her original intention was to prep herself for the upcoming important board meeting that is planned to happen in less than an hour , instead everybody needs her ideas, opinions or thoughts on all sorts of things: from patters and fabric, to models and guest lists… She's discussing something with Jenny in the lobby when the elevator doors open and Chuck steps out. All heads turn towards him and a wave of whispers and giggles follow him, when he steps forward towards the reception desk.
"What's he doing here?" Jenny wonders in a whisper.
"I have no idea…" Blair answers while she keeps her eyes glued on Chuck, who is flirting with Alison at the moment…
AN: drum roles…What makes Chuck bring a visit to the Waldorf Design office? Any idea's…?
Give me your thoughts on the morning after. I'm so curious to find out. And to all of you who thought that Chuck and Blair having sex, equalled the end of their little cat and mouse game: you were wrong…
They are taking it to a whole new level, keep reading, reviewing and following this story to find out how high the stakes are going to get…
A special thanks to my beta's for pushing me on this chapter once more.
Until next Wednesday, or in PM if you review!
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