Hello my avid readers! Once again, thanks for the amazing support you have shown me in these past few chapters. I'm having a great time reading every reviewing and writing every chapter. I got a couple of requests to write the scene for HI, SOCIETY of Blair returning to the bedroom where Chuck was waiting for her after she spoke with Nate and decided to go to the cotillion with him. So of course i obliged ;-) So here it is, the goings ons behind the scenes of their interrupted "fooling around" scene from episode 10. Enjoy. Reviews=Love. Happy Readings! xoxo
Hi, Society
"You're not on Prince Theodore's arm today," Chuck murmured hotly against her lips, leaning forward once again and brushing his mouth softly against her own.
"Oh is that all I am to you? Just an accessory?" Blair teased, the mischievous grin on his face and gleam in his eyes making it hard not to play along with his bedroom games.
"Next to him...yes. On me," Chuck reasoned as he flipped them over and placed Blair atop his lap and reached up to meet her lips, "you could be so much more."
"Yes but I can't be on you remember. 'Cause you don't want Nate to find out. We don't want anyone to," Blair explained lamely, reiterating the ground rules they had set for their "relationship." "But you're gonna have to learn to behave yourself first," she smiled against his lips as she felt his hands roaming higher up on her thighs and his tongue stroking deliciously against her own, the way he always did right before he stripped her of her clothes.
She let out a soft sigh against his lips as she readied herself for the sweet trip into oblivion...
"Miss Blair! Mr. Nate for you!"
And those simple words doused them both with a pale of cold, ice water.
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"The Prince will understand. Maybe we should go to the ball together...as friends," Blair answered after her heart strings stopped tugging due to the sight of her heart pin on Nate's sleeve.
"Absolutely."
"But only as friends," Blair emphasized uselessly.
Chuck scowled angrily. He could practically hear Nate's sigh of relief at Blair's acquiescence.
"Just friends."
He heard the smile in his voice.
Smug bastard.
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The Prince will understand. Maybe we should go to the ball together...
Maybe we should go to the ball together...
Go to the ball together...
The ball...
Together...
Chuck paced the entire length of Blair's bedroom, with the words replaying in his head like a vicious taunt, and fought the urge to slam his fist into a wall. Where he really wanted to slam his fist was in dear Nathaniel's pretty face, but he didn't really think he had it in him to hit another person. But he just might have it in him to strangle Blair's charming white knight with his infamous scarf. Drive By Scarfing. He could see the headlines now.
"Hey," Blair said quietly as she walked into the room and closed the door softly behind her. She looked uncomfortable and nervous, and she looked down at the ground, at the wall behind him, anywhere but at his eyes.
"So...you're going with Nathaniel?" Chuck stated bluntly, walking over to Blair and grabbing her by the shoulders roughly.
"You heard?" Blair said, a fact more than an actual question. She didn't even flinch at the pressure of his fingers digging into her shoulders.
"I could practically hear your ridiculous heart skipping all the way up here," Chuck bit out nastily, his temper flaring and an unfamiliar emotion overwhelming him to the core. Jealousy. That's what Blair had called it the night of her birthday party. And he had to admit, maybe she was right. Not that he'd ever confirm that. Not to anyone. Especially not to her.
"It's none of your business," Blair shot back saucily, annoyed at being put in the position of having to explain herself to Chuck Bass. Their "relationship," if it could even be called that, was based purely on sex. Nothing else. Nothing more.
"Really. What if I make it my business? I don't think Nate would like to know that you've been sleeping with me for a little over a week now. And that at the exact moment he walked through your foyer this afternoon, we were in the middle of fuc-"
"Shut up!" Blair whispered violently, not wanting Dorota to enter her bedroom and find Chuck in there with her. With rumpled sheets and a discarded jacket and tie on the floor. The evidence would be sufficient to prove what they were in the middle of doing. Or at least what they had been in the middle of doing. "Besides, you wouldn't do that," Blair said a little more relaxed as she slowly made her way closer to Chuck. She could see the tension in his shoulders and it amused her to see him like this. Jealous. Whether he wanted to admit it or not.
"Really? And what makes you think that?" Chuck asked as he scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Because, Nate's your best friend," Blair said as she walked up in front of him and placed her hands gently on his forearms. "And," she whispered as she tiptoed upward and brushed her lips gently across his lips, "because we have a good thing going on here."
Chuck's tension quickly evaporated as he brought his hands down to her waist and pulled her close. Her lips were soft, and oh so coaxing. And she tasted so sweet, and she smelled slightly of him after having spent the afternoon rolling around in the bed together. It pleased him immensely that he was beginning to leave his mark on her. "You know...you're right. Besides I can give you what Nathaniel has never given you," he murmured across her lips as he walked her backwards towards the bed. He pushed her brusquely against the mattress and smiled as she burst into a fit of giggles.
"Neither the Prince nor Nathaniel can ever do what I do for you. You know that," Chuck muttered softly as he knelt down before her on the edge of the bed and began to remove her clothing slowly.
After her shorts and red tights were laying on the floor, he leaned forward and spread her thighs gently. "I'm going to show you another side of paradise, Waldorf. Make sure you never forget..."
And he did then.
He took her to a place she would never...ever... forget.
A/N: Next up... Roman Holiday!
