Hey guys i know it's been forever and a day since I've updated and I'm truly sorry about that. I have no excuses other than my loss of passion for... well not my writing so much as with Gossip Girl (enter collective gasp here). I know, I'm a traitor and all that other stuff, but i just haven't found much to root for this season and i think the writers are not doing too great a job with Blair and Chuck's relationship. I mean there are cutesy parts and quotes here and there, but it's just not substantial enough in my opinion and there is an obvious lack of passion. I mean they should be fighting and making up and being the same ol' Chuck and Blair that we love, only they tolerate it more because of this love they feel blah blah blah. Anyway, to make a long story short, I'm going to be finishing up The Virtue of Sin in a few more chapters, maybe two or three. And I will be finishing Hidden Moments through season 2 at a slow and steady pace. And then I'll probably branch off to non-show related fics about Chuck and Blair (aka AU fanfics). And also probably try my hand at the Twilight Sage fanfiction. I've fallen in love with Jacob and Leah... sue me. Anyway, hope you guys like this chappie. Happy Readings! xoxo
Blair smiled naughtily at Chuck as she stepped into the limo and reached over to run her hand down his chest invitingly. "Sorry for the delay," she murmured hotly against his ear as she pressed her body against him.
"You were talking to Nate," Chuck stated simply, not bothering to pose it as a question as it was obvious to both of them that that was the cause for said delay. He tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice but it was there just the same.
Blair leaned away slightly from his body and stared at him in confusion. "I was..." she trailed off, not knowing exactly what it was he wanted her to say to him.
"What did he want?" Chuck asked, annoyance lacing everything from his words to his posture.
Taking her hand off his huffed up chest, Blair leaned back against the leather seats and stared at Chuck wearily. "Is there a problem that I'm not aware of?"
Chuck inhaled deeply before turning to stare at her. "I don't know. Is there?" he shot back tersely, anger oozing out of him at the thought of Blair and Nate talking, Nate telling Blair all those things he had been talking to Chuck about earlier that day, that Blair would feed off of Nate's ridiculous declarations of love and that she'd be running back into his arms. The thought caused a knot to form in his gut and left a sour taste in his mouth.
"Chuck, what's all this about? Are you angry?" Blair asked as a gleam entered her eyes and she stared at him with pursed lips.
"Angry? No. Of course not. Why should I be?"
"I don't know. You tell me," she teased as she ran a hand against his thigh and gripped his knee affectionately as you would a small child.
"Don't patronize me, Waldorf. I don't care to be handled like a kid," Chuck bit out as he grabbed her hand and pulled it off his knee, holding on to it tightly.
"Well you're acting like one. What's wrong with you?"
"What did Nate want?" he asked instead, ignoring the obvious amusement she was getting from all of this.
"Nothing. We just bumped into each other on my way into the limo. He bitched. I bitched back. Am I missing something here?"
"That's all...?" Chuck asked, his insecurities getting the best of him.
Blair smiled as she leaned against him once more and ran her hand down his cheek. "If I didn't know any better, Bass, I'd say you're jealous."
Chuck tensed before scoffing in outrage, "You wish."
Blair giggled as she pressed her lips forward and captured his pouting lips between her own. She licked at his mouth sensuously, trying to do away with his resistance and prodding his mouth open with her tongue.
Sighing at the sensation of her tongue warming his mouth, Chuck parted his lips desperately, seeking fulfillment in her kiss as he'd been wanting to do all day. "I don't like you talking to Nate," he spoke the words against her lips as she continued to place wet kisses against him.
Her mouth didn't stop the delectable patterns it was tracing against his own, "I wasn't..."
"Call it jealous. Call it whatever you want." His hands tangled in her hair and pressed her harder against him, taking control of the kiss and invading her mouth with his tongue. He delved deep, licking and tasting every corner, his tongue mating with hers with a familiarity that warmed him. He had never experienced this with anyone, had never wanted to. But now all he could think about was Blair, her skin, her mouth, her tongue, her touch, her scent. He wanted it all, over and over again. He couldn't have enough.
"I think I like you jealous," Blair panted as she pulled away to catch her breath, her eyes resting on his swollen lips as she traced her fingers against her own and felt them just as plumped.
"I think I like you," Chuck growled low in his throat as he shoved her down onto the seat and lifted her skirt quickly around her waist.
"Chuck Bass, you're a man after my heart," Blair teased as she shifted beneath him, rubbing her mound against his already hard cock and throwing her head back in pleasure at the sensation.
"Right now I'm after your wet pussy. Talks of affection we can save for later..."
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Thursday Afternoon
"So..." Serena threw out as casually as she could muster.
Blair dared a quick glance at her friend and smiled awkwardly. "'So' what?" she asked innocently, not wanting to enter into this conversation with Serena, at least not right now.
"B, come on..." Serena sighed in frustration as she grabbed Blair's arm and halted the quick pace Blair had suddenly picked up. "You know what I'm talking about. At least what I've been trying to talk to you about all day."
"Serena, I don't really want to talk about this. Not right now," Blair pleaded as she patted her hair back behind her headband and shifted uncomfortably.
"Blair, I don't think you have much more time. I'm trying to help you."
"How could you possibly help me in this situation? I think I've dug myself into a hole that even I can't figure a way out of," Blair said bitterly as she took a seat at one of the empty benches along Central Park and stared out into the bustling traffic.
"Have you talked to Chuck?" Serena asked gently as she took a seat beside her, trying to prod information out of her. If Blair didn't see the urgency in the matter, then the least she could do was make her realize just how little time she had left to figure everything out. The wedding was Saturday.
Blair exhaled sharply before turning slightly in her seat and staring at Serena. "I don't know how to bring this up with him. It's like I've tried, and he's responded in a way. But it's more like an evasive conversation, neither one of us is willing to breech this wall and talk about things honestly."
"What is that you want?" Serena took Blair's hands and noticed the slight shiver that went through her.
"I feel so weird talking about this with you. You're going to judge me," Blair's face twisted in annoyance as she looked away from the blonde's eyes.
Serena chuckled softly as she squeezed Blair's hands. "I'm not going to judge you. I promise. I mean sure, I was shocked as all hell-" she paused at Blair's sudden look of rage and smiled apologetically, "but I've never seen you like this. As much as I hate to admit it, he's good for you."
"Serena, I don't know what to do. My mother can't marry Bart. I just... it wouldn't... I can't let him go."
"You need to tell him this Blair. You can't keep avoiding the inevitable conversation."
Blair nodded as she held back the tears that had suddenly hazed her vision. "I know. I'll talk to him tonight."
Serena smiled. "And talk. Don't get diverted by sex," she shuddered slightly causing Blair to giggle.
"I swear Van der Woodsen, you act like you're a virgin and that sex scares you."
Serena rolled her eyes, "It's not sex that scares me, B. It's you and Chuck having sex that kind of does the trick."
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Later That Night
Blair was pacing in her bedroom for over an hour. She was sure the rug had already worn thin in the straight line she'd been continuously shaping in her pointless walking. How on earth am I suppose to tell, Chuck? 'Hey, Bass, I was thinking maybe you and I should ruin our parents' wedding so that we can keep bangin' behind everyone's back'?
She shuddered at her thoughts and how totally classless it all sounded. Gosh, why did she have to go and get emotionally attached to Chuck. Out of all the guys at St. Judes, all the guys who lavished her with attention while she went out with Nate, all the rich society boys who tried to woo her out of Nathaniel's arms. She could have had anyone she wanted, but she only wanted Chuck.
This was getting ridiculous. Where the hell is he?!
Finally realizing how raw her feet were becoming from dragging across the rug for so long, she plopped herself on her bed and ran a hand through her wild curls.
Her heart leaped into her throat as she heard the soft, familiar knock against her door. Here goes nothing...
"Come in," she whispered out softly, cursing herself for being so weak, and forcing her voice to come out stronger, "Come in."
Chuck stuck his head through her door and smirked that irritatingly delicious smile that warmed her up inside. This was going to be harder than she thought.
"I couldn't help but notice that my father and Eleanor aren't home..." he said simply, the implication obvious to them both as she took a quick glance down his body and found his erection nudging prominently against his slacks.
"We need to talk," Blair said quickly as she gulped down the the lump that was forming in her throat and the arousal already starting to warm her flesh.
Chuck's smirk widened even further as he began crawling on the bed towards her, pausing only once his face was a hairsbreadth away from her own. "Talk. Scream. Cry out. I don't care, I love all the dirty words you say and the sounds you make," he breathed against her lips as he caught her in a quick kiss and began wrapping his hands behind her neck.
Blair groaned against his mouth and then shot her eyes open, desperately fighting the assault on her senses. "No, Chuck. We really need to talk," she said softly as she pushed on his chest gently, not wanting to put the distance between them but knowing that that would be the only way for her to form coherent thoughts and sentences. She needed space between them.
Chuck leaned back slightly, his eyes shrinking in confusion before he sat a few inches away from her on the bed. "What's wrong, Blair?"
She stared at him for a long minute, taking in his tousled hair, his relaxed pose, red lips from her kiss and cherry lipstick. He was sitting there, waiting for her, wanting her. And it hurt like hell to have to bring up this discussion. She knew Chuck. He wouldn't go along with her, at least not on this.
"Blair...?" he prodded again as the silence lengthened.
"The wedding is on Saturday..." she shook as she visualized Bart and her mother kissing at the alter, officially ruining this thing she had going on with Chuck.
Chuck frowned slightly before exhaling and pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose.
He was pulling away. Yes, she had officially ruined this thing between them. Not the wedding. Not her mom. Not his dad. Her. No one and nothing was to blame for ruining this but her.
"I've really been trying to avoid thinking about that," Chuck breathed out gently as his hand left from in front of his face and he raised his eyes to meet hers again.
"I know, so have I," Blair tried to smile but found it hard with the knot forming in her throat and the tears welling in her eyes. Taking a deep breath and forcing her unruly sob back down to her chest she spoke again. "But we can't keep avoiding it."
Chuck stared at her long and hard. "It's not so bad. It's not like you and I are related. Even after they marry..." he was grasping at straws, trying to rationalize it as she had tried.
"I can't keep on this tryst while our parents are married."
"What are you saying?" Chuck sounded agitated, anger clearly starting to break the surface of his apparent calmness.
"I... I don't think I can settle for the step-sibling sex scandal that is surely to erupt from all of this. You know as well as I know that nothing ever stays secret for long on the Upper East Side. And frankly, I... I... well I don't think I'm satisfied with having this secret sexual relationship with you," she choked out finally, trying to tell him without so many words what it was that she wanted. She wanted him. All of him. Behind, and outside, closed doors.
"So what, Blair? You just want to walk away from this?!" he bit out angrily as he stood from the bed in one quick move and stared down at her.
"What?!" was her shocked response as she stood and tried to get closer to him. He backed away before she could touch him. "Chuck..."
"I get it. You had your fun, but now you're done."
"Chuck..."
"I bet this has to do with the conversation you had with Nathaniel the other day."
"What?!"
"He's convinced you hasn't he? You two are back together?!"
"Are you insane?!" she cried out in disbelief, not sure how Chuck could have possibly misinterpreted any part of what she'd told him.
"Are you?!" he countered back, crossing the distance he'd put between them and gripping her shoulders roughly. "How could you go back to him? After all he's done to you."
"You are fucking certifiable, you know that?!" Blair spat out as she wrenched her body away from his grasp and took a step back. "I'm not with Nate. Nor do I ever intend to be again. I don't know how many times and in how many ways I'm going to have to tell you that before you can get it through your damn thick-ass head!" she shouted in frustration. The whole Nate topic and Chuck's insecurity was cute at first, but now it was just very fucking annoying.
"Right. Because I was born yesterday. I think you forget who you're talking to, Waldorf."
"No, Bass, I think you forget who you're talking to. If you'd shut up for more than five minutes I could tell you what it was I was trying to tell you when you first walked in here. Although, I don't really feel like telling you anything now that you've reacted this way," Blair huffed as she sat down on the edge of the bed and stared daggers up at him.
"What, your highness, were you trying to tell me?" Chuck asked sarcastically, his every nerve strung high. He didn't want to sit through Blair's long rehearsed break-up speech. He didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to feel the sting of her words. This was exactly why he didn't do relationships.
Blair stared at him with barely suppressed rage.
"I was going to ask you to be my boyfriend, but frankly I'm not sure I can tolerate your childish behavior, your fucking majesty!"