Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
I have to throw in another disclaimer here. I do not own nor have any affiliation with Michael Kors, nor his brand. Although a few of his designs in my closet would be nice, but that's another story entirely.
Enjoy.
"How do I look?" Blair inquired as she smoothed a nonexistent wrinkle out of her skirt as she looked into the mirror with her usual critical eye. Chuck was behind her working his tie into a perfect Windsor knot. He could see the trap, and tried to find a way out of it. She had already changed her ensemble four times that morning based on the response she received from him. She was going to be late for her first day if she changed one more time.
"You look beautiful," he told her as he caressed the silk at her shoulder gently as he kissed her temple, "Just has you have in all the other gorgeous ensemble you had on this morning, and as much as I love this impromptu fashion show you are gracing me with, if you do not decide soon, you will be late for your first day. I know how important it is for you to make a good first impression."
"I'm so nervous," she finally confessed. "This is Michael Kors we're talking about."
"This is Blair Waldorf I'm talking about," he told her as he pulled her into his arms. "You will be great."
"Will you be waiting for me when I get home tonight?" she asked hopefully.
He shook his head. Her crestfallen face caused him to chuckle. "I'll be waiting for you in the limo when you get finished," he explained. Her pout turned into a brilliant smile as she kissed him, accidentally smudging her lipstick. She growled in frustration as she dashed into the bathroom to reapply. He continued to chuckle as he slid into his suit jacket.
Blair had become more and more nervous as the hours drew nearer for her internship to start. She woke up in a panic very early in the morning after having a dream that she had suddenly forgotten her lessons from Dorota on how to sew.
She had been a diligent in her tutorials with her trusty companion. She tried to fit in her lessons whenever possible, and the sessions had paid off. Her seamstress skills had gone from virtually nonexistent to more than adequate in a few short months. Even her ever critical mother had complimented her most recently concocted ensemble that she displayed at a cocktail party for Cyrus and his associates.
As she had done for him on the eve of his first day at Bass, Chuck did his best to assure Blair that she was going to more than impress in her first real foray into fashion. How could she not? She had an excellent sense of fashion, and fashion was in her blood. While she had never outwardly shown much interest in her mother's work, she had paid attention when she knew no one was looking.
"I wish we had time this morning to make love," she sighed nervously as she returned from reapplying her lipstick to step into his arms for another reassuring hug.
"Again," he added with a hint of amusement. They'd made love twice before their alarms went off that morning. "And if you hadn't made five wardrobe changes we might have had time."
She smacked his chest lightly in response as she pulled him from their bedroom. It was too tempting with their bed only a few feet away.
"What does your day look like?" Blair inquired as they had a hasty breakfast.
"First day back after two weeks off, I'm sure Eugenia and I will be catching up on everything that we missed while we were out," he replied. "No big meetings today though, so if you need me, I'll be available. Even if I get pulled into something, I'll make sure Eugenia knows to pull me out if you need anything."
"That's so sweet of you," she looked at him adoringly. "Can you promise me something?"
He looked at her expectantly as he waited for her to make her request. He wasn't going to promise anything until he knew if he could actually follow through on his promise.
"Promise me there will be no embarrassingly large flower deliveries for me today," she requested. "It's my first day, and I don't want to alienate my fellow interns with such a gesture."
He thought it over for a moment. "I promise no embarrassingly large flower arrangements," he assured her. He made sure to emphasized the words embarrassingly and large because he already had designs on a romantic gesture for her first day. He couldn't risk showing up at her office. He knew from his year of navigating the business world that it was inappropriate for an intern to receive guests in the workspace.
Blair eyed him curiously. She could see he was planning something.
"Chuck, promise me that you will not do or plan something that will embarrass me," she demanded.
"Two promises in one day," he chuckled, "You're asking a lot of me this morning."
"Promise me," she insisted as she slid into his lap.
"Your lipstick will smudge again," he told her as her lips hovered near his as she awaited his reply.
"Promise me," she demanded once more, licking her lips slightly with the hopes that she could entice him. Their lips were no more than a fraction of an inch apart.
Chuck's eyes were heavy as he watched her tongue work its way around her beautiful lips. He had wanted to watch her squirm, but he couldn't. She knew exactly how to tempt him into agreeing to anything. "I promise," he spoke finally. He was rewarded as her lips pressed against his lightly.
"I wish we were still in Fakarava," she pouted as she reluctantly ended their kiss, "I need you desperately."
"Tonight," he promised her. She agreed as she slid out of his lap.
"We better get going. I can't be late for my first day," she stated as she pulled him to his feet. He took one last sip of his espresso and then followed her to the elevator.
"Which one of you is Blair?" one of Michael's assistants inquired as she gazed out over the hardworking interns. They had each been assigned the task of hemming, by hand, a dress two inches to test their sewing skills. Blair was nearly finished when she looked up to see Lucy, a petite red head, with a beautifully wrapped package in her hands.
"Chuck is dead," Blair mumbled under her breath as she raised her hand slightly.
All the other interns looked at Blair with curious eyes. The morning had gone smoothly enough. The eight interns that were brought in for the summer spent the morning doing paperwork, and then were sent out for lunch to get to know each other. As she had hoped, Blair's Parisian wardrobe was the envy of everyone.
Lucy smiled at Blair as she set the package down at her workstation and then pulled back to wait for Blair to open the box.
Blair hesitated as she eyes the box curiously. She wouldn't put it past her lover to send her risqué lingerie, which would not be appropriate for co-workers eyes. She took a nervous breath as she read the card attached to the box.
- Good luck on your first day of many more to come. I love you. – C
"That is so sweet," Lucy squealed in delight as she read the card over Blair's shoulder. "Who is C?"
"My boyfriend," Blair sighed happily as she slid the box open, peering carefully inside the box to inspect its contents before she revealed it to those around her. Deeming it safe, she peeled back the paper to reveal a leather-bound sketchpad and a plentiful supply of pencils.
"Lucky girl," Lucy replied, "My first day as an intern, my louse of a boyfriend dumped me and went off to Europe to backpack for the summer."
"Chuck would never do that," Blair responded confidently.
"They all say that," Lucy replied, "Don't believe a word of it. As soon as the word commitment comes into play, they head for the hills."
"Chuck's not like that," Blair replied as she caught her name embossed on the leather. His choice of gifts was touching. He was going to get so lucky that night she thought as she returned her focus on her work.
"That's excellent work, Blair," Lucy observed as she watched Blair finish the last few stitches.
"Thank you," Blair replied.
"Kyle might actually be impressed when he gets back from his business trip with Michael in Japan," Lucy replied.
"Kyle," Blair prompted him.
"Your boss," Lucy elaborated, "He'll be back by the end of the week. I'm merely watching his children until then."
"Children," one of the other interns responded, taking offense to the reference. Blair was content to go with it. She knew how interns were treated in a setting such as this. This seemed mild compared to what she was expecting during their first week. She knew she had to earn the respect of Mr. Kors and those who worked for him.
"What we call you interns," Lucy replied casually. She cared very little about what the interns thought of her. They held no significance to her other than warm bodies to do Michael's bidding. "We usually have to start you all from scratch. Interns usually have book smarts and knowledge of technique, but never how to apply it. Get back to work, all of you. When you finish with your hems, I want sketches from each of you, telling Michael what your vision is for the future of fashion. When you have finished with that, you are free to go."
Blair felt inspired almost immediately. She didn't know if it was the creative environment that she was in or if it was because the faster she worked the sooner she could be in Chuck's arms.
"You're Blair Waldorf, correct?" Lucy inquired as Blair walked into her office to turn in her sketches. Lucy motioned for her to have a seat in the chair across from her desk as she looked over Blair's sketch.
Blair nodded.
"Any relation to Eleanor Waldorf?" Lucy asked curiously as she continued to critique Blair's drawing.
"My mother," Blair responded hesitantly. She hadn't wanted anyone to make that connection. When she introduced herself to her fellow interns earlier, she had left her last name off the introduction. She wanted no special treatment, nor unjust expectations.
"I worked for Eleanor once upon a time," Lucy replied, "Longest three weeks of my life. Don't worry, I won't hold that against you. If you can survive life as Eleanor's daughter, you will have no trouble working for Michael Kors. This will be a piece of cake for you."
Blair laughed nervously.
"A word of warning, Kyle, your boss is as hard as they come," Lucy cautioned Blair. "Michael sticks Kyle on his interns to weed out the good from the bad. Michael and I reviewed your portfolio carefully, and I see it again today. I see enormous promise in you. Do not let Kyle get under your skin."
Blair nodded in agreement.
"Have a terrific evening," Lucy responded, "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."
"Good night, Lucy," Blair replied as she returned to her workstation to gather her belongings. At that moment, her cell phone chirped to life to let her know she had a text message. She said good night to the rest of the interns as she flew to the elevator, checking her phone as she road it to the first floor. It was a message from Chuck. He was in their limo waiting anxiously for her.
She flew into the limo and was received by a naked Chuck, ready and eager for her, peeling her clothes away with startling speed.
"How was your first day?" he inquired as he rolled her onto the leather seat underneath him poised at her entrance.
"Are we really having this discussion right now?" she gasped as her hands went to his hips as she tried to urge him inside her.
"I didn't want to seem overeager," he grinned devilishly as he continued to hover above her.
"Bass, this is a short ride to our penthouse. Get on with it," she growled as she tried one more time to urge him inside her.
"Arthur will be taking the scenic route back to our love nest. We have all the time in the world to enjoy the ride," he assured her.
"And I want you to take me for a ride," she replied desperately. "Please Chuck we can play games later. It's been nearly ten hours since I had you last."
He granted her a slight reprieve as he slid into her just a fraction of an inch. It took him every ounce of restraint that he had to not ram himself in all the way, but he wasn't finished torturing her just yet. He wanted more than a desperate plea. He wanted her begging, nearly on her hands and knees.
"Do you enjoy our sex life?" she asked.
"Very much," he assured her.
"If you keep wanting to have it, you had better give me what I want or you can forget about having it ever again," she threatened him.
He decided that her threat was better that her begging on her hands and knees. She only resorted to threats when she really needed something she wasn't getting, which at the moment was him. He pushed into her.
"Yes!" she moaned as she rose up against him. "Oh, god, yes!"
"How can you possibly be this ready for me?" he inquired as he whispered into her ear. She was so wet, she was practically dripping as he slid in again and again. "Were you having naughty thoughts about me while at the sewing machine?"
"I'm always having naughty thoughts when it comes to you," she replied seductively.
"By all means, keep having these thoughts," he chuckled, "I like you like this. It's perfect for who we are."
"Insatiable," she prompted him.
"Ridiculously insatiable," he chuckled.
"Oh, god!" Blair moaned as her release came with little warning.
"That's it, Beautiful," he encouraged her to revel in her pleasure, trying to take his mind off of his. "Let me feel it. Let me feel those glorious walls float around me, tempting me in a way no one else ever could."
"Come with me," she pleaded with him. "Let me feel you come with me."
Chuck's head came forward to rest in the crook of her neck. As all his senses were now wrapped up in her, his release came easily just as the last remnants of Blair's orgasm faded away. She smiled victoriously as he collapsed against her, his lips suckling softly at her neck, always mindful of how furious she would be if he left a visible mark.
"How did your day go?" he inquired once again. She began rambling on about her admiration for Lucy, and the few fashion oriented things they did that day as they began to redress. Her eyes were ablaze with excitement. She was talking in a way that was usually reserved for discussing him. Had he been insecure about their relationship, he would have been jealous, but he knew they were as sure of a thing in the world as there was. He wasn't the least bit concerned.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she inquired as she slid into his lap just as they had instructed Arthur to begin their journey back to the penthouse. His eyes were sparkling in amusement as she kept up a steady ramble of her day. She had given him the highlights, now she was giving him a play by play.
"You just look really happy," he told her. "You always radiate happiness when you talk about me, but this is different. This is independent of me, and you still have this amazing glow about you."
"It's my usual post coital glow," she assured him.
"It's more than that," he told her as he kissed her lips softly. "I'm very happy for you. I know how important it is for you to stand out apart from me."
"I don't want to stand out apart from you," she assured him, "I want to stand out along side you, always beside you. I don't want anything it if means I can't have you beside me. You are always going to be my best accessory for any outfit."
"Is that all I am to you? Just an accessory," he chuckled.
TBC. . .