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"Good morning, Miss," a stout maid said to Blair with a polite nod as she opened the door to Chuck's suite. Blair had been startled when she knocked on Chuck's door and the maid had answered, but she quickly took in the maid's coat and purse and realized she was on the way out.
"Mr. Bass is back there, Miss." And with that the maid gave a second nod before leaving Blair alone with Chuck, wherever he was, in Chuck's suite.
Blair swiftly pulled out her favorite lip-gloss from her bag to give herself another swipe. As Blair remained standing in the foyer, she was about to reach for her compact to reapply her blush when she stopped herself. Appalled at the fact that she was making herself look good for Chuck Bass, she quickly shoved her items back in her bag, and strutted confidently over to the room the maid had pointed to in the back of the suite. Blair cringed when she realized it was his bedroom.
"Chuck?" she called out as she knocked on the closed door. A flood a dirty thoughts suddenly entered Blair's mind. She blushed and willed her mind to think about something else…The English project! Suddenly, Blair's mind flashed again to Chuck entertaining a model in his suite bedroom right now. Her blood boiled at the thought and with that Blair wrenched the suite bedroom door open.
She opened her mouth to start yelling at Chuck to kick out whatever slut was in his room, but she paused at the sight before her. Chuck Bass was soundly sleeping in his bed. She noticed a half full scotch was on his night table as well as a copy of the novel Emma. She turned to look back at Chuck but her neck suddenly snapped back to look at the night table. Wait, Chuck was actually reading Emma, for their English project? Maybe he was more dedicated to the project then she assumed.
She walked closer and smiled at how cute he looked sleeping. Wait, Chuck Bass? Cute? She felt like hitting her head to make it stop thinking about Chuck Bass.
"Chuck," she demanded, willing him to wake up. How dare that mother chucker sleep when they were supposing to be working?
"Chuck," she stated a little louder.
"Chuck!" Still nothing. Not even a flutter of the eyes, or a roll over in the bed. She sighed. Chuck Bass appeared to be quite the heavy sleeper.
She poked him and hit him, but nothing! She sat down in a chair by the window of Chuck's bedroom, exhausted at her efforts. She was not going to let Chuck Bass ruin her perfect GPA. But what else could she do? She closed her eyes for a minute, and her mind suddenly flooded with images of her and Chuck kissing. Blair grunted, as she shot her eyes open, sick of thinking of Chuck Bass doing dirty things to her.
Then she smirked slyly. Maybe her mind had come up with a good idea after all. This sleeping beauty needed something else to awaken him. She sauntered over to Chuck's bed and then paused. What was she doing? This was not Blair-like. She sighed, and started to walk back to the chair. But she reminded herself; it was for the sake of the English project.
She stalked over to Chuck's bed and without an ounce of hesitation she bent over Chuck's sleeping form and placed a firm kiss on his lips.
His eyes remained closed, and Blair assumed he was still sleeping. She was startled when two masculine arms reached out from under the silk comforter and pulled her roughly on top of him. Her legs fell unceremoniously to the side of his. She was sprawled out on top of him and when she tried to pull away he only held her tighter to him. As Chuck deepened the kiss, Blair let him and started to loose herself in the kiss.
Finally, Chuck pulled away from a now breathless Blair as he opened his eyes a big, pleased smirk appeared on his face. Blair remained in his arms and whimpered at the loss of body contact before she realized she had just been kissing Chuck Bass! She abruptly stood up from his bed and smoothed out her yellow dress.
"Bass! What the hell? First I come in here and you're sleeping when you should be working! And then you take advantage of me like that!" Blair bellowed after she re-gained her composure and her breath had returned to normal.
"Waldorf, if I'm not mistaken, I believe it was you who kissed me now," Chuck retorted from his position in bed. He placed two hands behind his head and leaned back.
Blair's mouth formed into a perfect "O" when she realized Chuck was right. Damn that mother chucker.
"Bass, you better be up and out of that bad in the next thirty seconds. We have a project to do for god's sake!" Blair screeched.
"Are you sure about that Waldorf?" he asked as he lifted an eyebrow.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be sure of that? We're already 30 minutes behind schedule for work today! Now get up," Blair yelled with annoyance, as she stood at the foot of his bed tapping her foot.
"As you wish," Chuck smirked. He pulled back the covers and stood up from his bed. Blair blushed. He was naked except for a pair of navy blue silk boxers. Blair couldn't help but rake her eyes over his perfect body.
"See something you like, Waldorf?" Chuck asked to Blair whose blush grew a little deeper.
"What? No. Uh. No… No," Blair spilled out. "Just get dressed Bass! Now. Meet me in the living room and we can finally get to work after your little set back." Her bitch mood quickly surfaced. She turned on her 3-inch heel and left his bedroom. Chuck quickly slipped on some khaki pants and a yellow button down, subconsciously matching her, before joining Blair.
About an hour later and after Chuck worked diligently much to Blair's surprise, Blair's stomach growled. She tried to ignore it and went back to working.
"Waldorf, have you eaten dinner yet?"
"No, but it's not a big deal. Let's just get back to work," Blair answered as she continued to research something on her laptop.
"Not so fast. I think we can afford a few minutes to break." Chuck put down his notes, reached over to Blair and closed her laptop, eliciting a loud groan from Blair. He stood up and lent a hand to pull Blair to her feet. Blair walked over to the foyer where she had dropped her purse and coat.
"Waldorf, where are you going?"
"I thought we were going out to dinner!" Blair said exasperated. First he makes her stop working and now he's playing games with her?
"That's not necessary," Chuck explained as he sauntered over to the kitchen.
"Bass…. you can cook?" Blair asked puzzled.
"Of course," Chuck feigned hurt as he pulled out a frying pan.
"Are you sure?" Blair questioned as she placed a hand on her hip.
"I'm sure I can cook Waldorf," Chuck said absentmindedly. He mumbled to himself as he pulled different ingredients from his refrigerator. Blair can't help but smile at how adorable Chuck looked talking to himself.
"When did you even learn to cook?" Blair walked over to the counter and in the most lady like manor she can muster, pulled herself up to sit on an empty counter space.
"I often wandered into the kitchen at my father's penthouse, once again, to avoid my father. There was this one chef, Chris, who was always nice to me. He let me taste what he was making. He taught me how to make a lot of dishes, and the rest I guess I just picked up," Chuck explained.
Blair watched intently as he worked. She internally reprimanded herself for noting the way his arm muscles flexed as he worked. To get her mind on better things, she tried to figure out what he was making. Finally, as he began to crack eggs into a frying pan she caught on.
"Breakfast for dinner, Bass?" she questioned with one eyebrow lifted.
"I hope you don't mind, Waldorf," he said. "It's my favorite. I guess I just make it on autopilot," he added with a slight, rare laugh. "I hope that's okay with you."
"Breakfast for dinner is my favorite meal too," she smiled. She watched Chuck continue to work.
As Chuck finished using the butter, he tossed the empty wrapper behind his shoulder like he always does. He figured if he didn't make it in the garbage can a maid would pick it up later. What he didn't account for was a certain Waldorf sitting right in his throwing line.
"Ew, Bass. Seriously? This was a silk dress" Blair whined as she plucked the wrapper off her dress and tossed it on the floor. She shuddered as she looked at the big grease stain right below her chest.
"Waldorf, it's not my fault you picked the worst place to sit in the kitchen," Chuck said though laughter as he arranged some eggs, pancakes, and toast on two plates.
"What about my dress? This isn't funny," Blair sulked.
"Naturally, I'll pay for your dry cleaning bill," Chuck stated as he gritted his teeth to hold back his laughs.
"Uh-uh Bass. That will not cover the emotional damage," Blair said slyly with a coy smirk.
"Really? What did you have in mind then?" Chuck smirked as he turned around to face her, his mind in the gutter as usual.
Blair discreetly reached behind her, grabbed the bottle of ketchup, and opened the lid. She quickly pulled it out and squeezed it so it sprayed Chuck right on the center of his button-down shirt.
"Waldorf!" he groaned.
"Bass, I'm surprised," she clicked her tongue in a playful, disapproving manor. "You of all people should know… payback is a bitch," she smirked.
A shocked Chuck stared at her before he also grabbed something behind his back and quickly smashed a piece of toast, strawberry jam side up, on her chest.
"Chuck!" she gasped as he continued to rub in the jam, making sure it stained. She stealthy reached across the counter top for the jar of maple syrup, all while remaining seated on the counter. She held it up in front of her, daring Chuck to continue.
"You wouldn't," he sneered, as he stepped closer
"Try me," she said as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"I don't think so, Waldorf," he said as he placed himself right in front of her, leaning slightly on her legs that were dangling off the edge of the counter top and placing his palms on the counter next to her thighs. Her breath hitched at his close proximity.
"Really Bass? What are you going to do to stop me?" she teased. He inched his body closer to hers. She could feel his cool breath on her face. Their eyes remained locked.
"This," he whispered against her lips before kissing her deeply. Blair gently dropped the maple syrup jar onto the counter and instinctively wrapped her arms around Chuck's neck to pull him closer. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, but before it could go any farther. Chuck pulled away.
"Waldorf," he whispered against her lips.
"Yes," she breathed as he trailed kisses along her jaw line. Her eyes closed out of pleasure.
"Will you go to homecoming with me?" he whispered. His mouth tickled her ear as he spoke.
She opened her mouth to reply, but then closed it firmly. Chuck paused his playful assault on her ear, waiting for her answer.
He could feel his palms sweating. Chuck Bass doesn't asked girls to dances. He doesn't even know why he asked her. It just came out. He'd been dreaming about taking her, but he didn't think he would actually be able to ask her. Yet, here he is, in the heat of the moment, and waiting for her response. Her pause is making him nervous. But he imagines her in another gown like she wore last night, only this time it's for him and he feels butterflies in his stomach. Something he knows he has never felt before.
"Chuck," she whispered as she places a hand on his cheek.
"Waldorf?" he replied huskily.
"Yes," she answered his earlier question by whispering against his lips. She kissed him passionately. He smiled into the kiss clearly pleased with her answer. She wrapped her legs around his torso.
After a couple of minutes, he broke apart despite Blair's grunts of protest; he knows how hungry she is.
"Wait here," he told her before dexterously picking up the two plates and two glasses of orange juice and carrying them into the dining room.
Then he returned to the kitchen, silently laced Blair's hand with his own and led her to the dining room, where he has set up a table for two in the room lit solely by a single candle on the table. They enjoyed a blissful dinner before Blair left to go home. The project was far from their minds.
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