Chapter 9 'Fever'
Fever in the morning,
Fever all through the night,
Sun lights up the day time
moon lights up the night
I snuggle my naked body closer to his, wrapping my leg around him as he pulls me closer. "Five more minutes..." Chuck mumbles against my head. I nod in agreement. It was rather late last night before we really went to bed, since Chuck decided to go all Christian Grey on me. Apparently the mentioning of the red room triggered something fascinating and yes, it involved his bowtie. I smile at the thought of him tying my hands above my head so he could have his very wicked way with me. No accessories were involved or needed in case you were wondering.
I slide my hand across his chest, playing with his chest hair a bit, wrapping some small hairs around my pointer finger. "The chef is going ballistic, because he has to keep reheating breakfast." I am vaguely aware of a voice in the room, but still too much asleep to trigger any kind of response other than a loud rumbling of my stomach after hearing the word breakfast. I would kill for a French toast with butter right now. "Mmm..."
"So get out of bed and go eat some lost..." The curtains fly open and the voice pauses. "… bread"
I shield my face from the winter sun shining directly into the bedroom. I guess that it wasn't a dream and that whomever entered the room just turn around.
"What the hell?" Chuck roars, sitting up. His sudden movement causes me to jolt to an awake state of mind, when my head rolls from his chest onto the matrass.
"I had no idea..." The voice continues. I look up and discover it is no-one other than Nathaniel standing at the end if the bed: eyeing us in our full partly-entangled and semi-naked glory. The duvet covers the basic parts, but still, it must be some sight. "Brad apparently failed to mention that you didn't retire alone last night."
"You should fire that incompetent imbecile." Chuck comments wryly.
"Perhaps." Nate shrugs. "Anyway, get out of that bed. Grandfather is due to arrive at any given moment, so I would prefer the two, well three, of you running into each other at least fully dressed."
"There's nothing wrong with Blair's Eve's costume." Chuck smirks, making me feel subconscious of my state of underdress as he peers under the blanket at my naked body. "Perfect." He muses before his lips combine with mine.
"I'm the least worried about her physique." Nate responds as he eyes us impatiently.
"So it's me you are worried about." Chuck smirks. "I don't think there's anything to complain about. Don't you agree?" He wonders eyeing me as he lifts the sheet so I can have a look at his naked form. The man is simply perfect. I eye his rigid member and immediately last night's memories fill my mind.
"I agree." I whisper in his ear, pushing myself up in order to do so, meanwhile I let my hand slide towards his member, that twitches happily when I wrap my hand around it. Chuck's eyes, instantly clouded with desire, burn into mine at my touch. I smile sweetly with a hint of innocence.
"You know how grandfather feels about rumpled sheets." Nate demands our attention. He tries his best to keep his eyes away from the obvious bulge underneath the sheet. "So I would like to see the two of you out of bed and downstairs at breakfast sooner rather than later. You two are the only remaining evidence of our little gathering here last night." Nate states before he walks out.
To my surprise Chuck obliged and a few moments later we are both out of bed. Since I wasn't prepared to stay, I lack a morning after ensemble. Coming prepared is really something that I need to learn in this line of work. I never know where I'll be an hour later. I'm lucky that Chuck didn't put my ass in the limo after I confessed to him that I was lacking a morning after attire.
"Why don't you get that lovely ass in the shower." He muses into my ear instead, as he ushers me off the bathroom. "I'll take care of things."
After a few moment later I hear him step into the shower with me. I feel him rubbing soap against my back with a washing cloth. I do the same for him. As we re-enter the room, both wrapped in a fluffy white towel, after a short shower. We find two sets of clothing displayed on the bed. I instantly notice that the looks match in the subtlest of ways. I wonder when ether the subtle matching of our outfits is a subtle hint for something else to, but that all depends on who put these outfits together…
"Where do you keep finding clothes for me." I wonder, prying for an answer on my unasked question.
"My assistant does." He responds, for the slightest moment my face falls, almost giving away my disappointment, but I gather myself just in time and smile. I should have known not to hope. I'm being paid to be here after all, perhaps the still unannounced time of my departure makes me just that little bit too hopeful.
"Is she here?" I wonder. The feeling in the pit of my stomach is hard to describe, but somewhere between envy and jealousy would be just about right.
"No. Of course not." Chuck smirks as puts on his deep blue dress shirt. I wonder if my envy/jealousy is obvious to him. I walk over to the bed and eye the deep purple lace lingerie set. I pick up the thong. "Did she pick this out too?" I wonder deviously, eyeing the little piece of fabric that dangles on my finger.
His smirk turns into a grin. "No."
I smile pleased. Pleased that I'm just not one of the others, that he takes the most limited amount of time out of his busy schedule for me, that he desires me enough to care about what kind of underwear I'm wearing. I pick up the matching bra and my clutch and walk off to the bathroom. I drop my towel in the linen basket and dress myself in the ensemble he picked out. I gently comb my lose curls to one side, creating a vintage look. I use bobby pins to keep it like that. Once I'm pleased with my hair I move on to apply a natural looking amount of eyeliner and mascara, I dab my cherry red lipstick against my lips and rub it open with my pinky finger to create a natural red-lips-look instead of the vixen-like lips I sported last night.
When I re-enter the room Chuck is standing in front of the full-length mirror in the corner, tying a double Windsor knot in his tie. I walk over to the bed and pick up the skirt first. I can feel his eyes on me when I step into the skirt and look up. Our eyes connect in the mirror, when I reach for the polka dotted blouse.
"Don't stop on my account." He muses, while his eyes rake over my body. Every single hair on my body stands up, leaving me with goose bumps all over. It's insane the way he makes my body shake and shiver, and he's not even touching me. The sexual tension between us is easy to charge, and we both know just how to do that.
"Wasn't my intention." I respond playfully while zipping up my skirt. I step into my shoes before I walk over to stand beside him. He steps sideways, making room for me, so I can have a proper look at myself in the full-length mirror. My lose Oxford blue skirt reaches just mid-thigh, a bit too high for me to be truly comfortable with it. I try to pull it down a bit, he stops me with a simple gesture. When he puts his hand over mine, his large hand covers my own completely and his fingertips land on my thigh. "Don't," he muses against the shell of my ear. "be so self-conscious, gorgeous."
At first my smile does not reach my eyes. He let's go of my hand as he moves completely behind me. I feel him tying the two ribbons together, that keeps the collar of my cream-colored blouse in place. The ribbon at the back has the same color as my skirt and the polka dots on my blouse. While I study my look in the mirror, Chuck brings me the large belt, that sports a beautiful bow, matches my shoes perfectly and ties the skirt and blouse together as if it's a dress. He looks dashing in his midnight blue suit, white dress shirt and his tie that's striped in a variation of blue's, oxford blue being one of them.
I light up when you call my name,
you know I'm going to treat you right
You give me fever,
when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight.
I poke around in my bowl of fruit, the piece of strawberry has seen every side of the bowl before I eventually put it in my mouth. We are sitting at the very large breakfast bar in the kitchen. The chef keeps scowling at me, my lack in appetite must be obvious to the man. It looks and smells delicious, but I've never been a breakfast person. Neither is Chuck I presume, half way through his second slice of lost bread, he pushed his plate aside and brought his coffee closer.
"Eat something." He muses into my ear. "I'm afraid the chef will shoot you if you move that piece of grape around one more time."
I blush a cherry red and he smirks, while Nate raises an eyebrow at us over his coffee.
"Try this." He says, offering a small piece of sugared lost bread.
I take it, unwilling to refuse him. It tastes delicious, but fully understanding why he was unable to finish that second slice. It's very sweet and delicious but so very heavy. I lick some of the powdered sugar off my bottom lips. His eyes dart away from mine towards my lip when I do so and reconnect with mine merely seconds later.
"You missed a spot." He smirks, wetting his lips. He leans forwards, his lips are slowly coming closer to the corner of my mouth. My heart is beating franticly in my chest, awaiting the feeling of his lips on mine. I close my eyes in anticipation of the rush I'm going to feel, but there comes none. When I open my eyes, I catch him looking at Nate for a second, before our eyes reconnect.
He gently blows the sugar away. I take in a short breath and close my eyes at the sensation of his hot breath against my skin.
"Grandfather." Nate jumps up from his seat.
I feel Chuck pull away instantly and when I open my eyes, I see him sipping his coffee in the most nonchalant matter. It's as if the previous moment never occurred. He straightens his back and turns to me, giving me a small wink. "I expect you to follow through on the changes immediately." Chuck says in a businesslike-tone as Mr. William Vanderbilt enters the room.
I straighten myself before responding with a smile: "Of course, Mr. Bass." I take my phone out of my purse and start typing away at the keys.
"Good." He says, as he sets his cup of coffee down, turning to face Mr. Vanderbilt: "William, it's good to see you."
"Charles, the pleasure is all mine." Mr. Vanderbilt responds as the two man shake hands. "You must tell me all about how you pulled that deal off with Mr. Walters."
"I think, I'll take that one to the grave." Chuck smirks, William laughs.
"Is that Mimi's replacement?" Mr. Vanderbilt wonders, pointing at me.
"Perhaps." Chuck responds, receiving a glare from Nate when his eyes rake over my body is the most sexual matter. "She's on a test-run-basis now."
I hop of the stool and walk over to the two men. "Blair Waldorf." I say when I offer Mr. Vanderbilt my hand.
"William Vanderbilt." He returns, shaking my hand in the process.
"I know." I smile sweetly.
"Of course you do." He smiles, eyeing me before his eyes return to Chuck. "Miss Waldorf?" He wonders in affirmation.
I nod.
"Sound familiar." He says.
I play dumb and shrug my shoulders, the fact that my father's arrest was in the paper for weeks, a while back, has no business here. I hope my nonchalant matter will make him drop the topic sooner rather than later.
"I'm sad to see Mimi go." Mister Vanderbilt continues. I let a relieved sigh slip past my lips. "Her qualities were appreciated." Mr. Vanderbilt continues this chat with Chuck. I catch him eyeing me, with a questioning look for just the lightest of moments after, but he appears to have dropped it after I start to walk away.
"Are you going to finish that?" The chef wonders, as I return to my seat.
"No." I respond while I pick my phone up.
"Those same qualities got her fired." Nate ads, mixing himself into the conversation for the first time.
"Yes, it's unfortunate that Mrs. Robinson walked in on Mr. Robison enjoying those qualities." Mr. Vanderbilt smirks.
"She hosted the best private events." Nate smiles dreamily, receiving a glare from his grandfather at his blunt suggestion. It must be odd for the men to hear his grandson talk about enjoying the private events with an event planner twice his age. Perhaps granddaddy Vanderbilt is unaware of the true nature of their 'relationship'.
"You won't have that problem, darling." Mr. Vanderbilt addresses me next. I look up from my phone and eye him with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't judge that book by its cover, grandfather." Nate receives a glare the moment the suggestion leaves his lips. William Vanderbilt raises his eyebrow at me after Nate's snarky comment and throws Chuck a questioning look.
"He's just jealous, because I'm negotiating an exclusive contract with her and he can't top my offer." Chuck responds with a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm working on it." Nate challenges.
"You better get that in writing soon." I pitch in, the three men turn their heads towards me. I step down from the stool once more and walk over to stand beside Chuck. "Mr. Bass took the time to go over every single detail of the contract with me." I eye him playfully, while I drag out the words.
"Perhaps you should reconsider the exclusive part, Charles." Mr. Vanderbilt comments in a light tone, covering the serious undertone. Perhaps Mr. Vanderbilt also liked Mimi for more than he should have.
Chuck pushes his lips together, as if he's really thinking about it. "I think I'll pass." Making Mr. Vanderbilt erupt in a fit of laughter.
"Do you have time for some business talk, Charles?" Mr. Vanderbilt wonders, while he looks down at his Rolex. "It's almost eleven…"
"Of course." Chuck nods. "Blair,"
"Yes?"
"Reschedule our lunch at the Marquis."
"Of course." I nod, cool and calm on the outside, while I try to remember if he ever mentioned anything about lunch at the Marquis to me in the last 24 hours. I come up empty, and figure it must be some part of a plan he's working up.
"Nate?" Mr. Vanderbilt calls after his grandson.
"Just a second." Nate responds. While William Vanderbilt walks Chuck away from me, I hear him say: "I'm glad to see that there is still some friendly rivalry between the two of you."
"Exclusive contract?" Nate wonders. I know he's asking questions on Diana's behalf now.
"I don't know what you are talking about." I say sincerely.
"You are up to something," Nate states, eyeing me intently "Perhaps you have inherited some of you father's qualities."
I hold back a gasp, and the urge to slap him. How dare he! Instead I keep my voice steady and withdraw any unwanted emotion from my face. "I think you have a vivid imagination." I smirk, challenging him. "Everything that just occurred was a charade. You do realize that, or don't you?"
"That's not what I am talking about, and you know it." Nate responds.
I frown and he continues: "There's something off about the way the two of you interact."
"There's nothing off about it." I respond, unsure of where he's taking this conversation. "I'm just being me and he's just being him. That's how we interact."
"So you are not even going to try to deny you have a hidden agenda?" He wonders.
"Why don't you tell me. You seem to have figured it all out." I bite. "Nothing I say here will change your mind."
"Don't play the innocent card, Blair." Nate counters. "He's Chuck Bass. Everybody has a hidden agenda."
"Well, I don't." I say, proudly, holding my head high and my back straight. "There is nothing to deny. If you want me to I can go into the library and set the record straight, I will. I can tell your grandfather I'm a hooker, employed by your cougar girlfriend, who was invited to one of you poker parties and who spend the night with her hands tied above her head, while your best friend had his very wicked way with me…" As I speak Nate grows quiet and eyes me with doubtful eyes, letting my words sink in. Clearly uncertain what to think. I'm glad Chuck has such a good friend who has his back and I'm sure that people have tried to take advantage of Chuck in the past, but I'm also certain that he sees right through them from the start and kicks them to the curb without another word. What Nate fails to notice that if Chuck did not want me here, I never would have set foot in the Vanderbilt manor and that I'm here on his invitation and paycheck for that matter. Perhaps it is my presence that is upsetting him.
"What's going on?" Chuck, who just entered the room, wonders. He's staring at us intently, assessing the situation.
"Nothing." I say when I eye Chuck with a smile, before I start to move towards him.
"Nothing." Nate confirms. Chuck glares at him.
"Your grandfather wants ice." Chuck spits out the word as if it's venom. Why bother drinking a fifty-something-year old scotch when you are going to ruin it with ice anyway.
Now give me fever,
when were kissing
Fever with that flame in you
set me on fire, until I burn for you
It was about eleven forty five when Chuck excused the both of use and guided me to the limo that drove us back into town.
"So tell me. What did Mimi do besides fucking half of DC's upper class?"
Chuck smiled at me before he pulled me closer. "She was my event planner."
Interesting. "Your?" I wondered in a moment of spontaneous jealousy. My pitch too high, my reaction too fast and the way he raised his eyebrow at me: I just knew he noticed.
"She handled the events for Bass Industries." He says, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, obviously amused by my sudden jealous streak.
"She handles a lot more than that apparently." I know jealousy will get me nowhere but backwards with him, even though he seems amused by it.
"On her own time." Chuck responds, confirming my assumptions.
"Did she handle you" I pause for a moment "on her own time?"
It takes him a moment to respond. Perhaps he's calculating the risk of telling me and generating another jealous outburst.
"Once or twice, yes." He finally comments. I keep my face blank and I can tell by the change of look in his eyes that he's surprised. Surprised is good. I look at him and wait until the driver has rounded a corner to place myself in his lap.
"Was she good?" I wonder, straddling him.
"I think what you mean is 'is she better than me', is it not?"
I give him a mean glare, before I respond. "Yes." I say while I roll my hips against his pelvis. "Was, she better?" He gives me a small smirk at my use of the past tense. His hands hold me into place when his hips respond to mine immediately.
"She was nowhere near as good as you." He responds while he nibbles away at the skin of my neck and I relax against his body.
I bite my bottom lip in an effort to keep my big smile, well from becoming so big. "Good." I say with a large grin, my attempt has proven to be effortless once more.
"You have nothing to be insecure about." He muses against my skin, his words have a way of making me shiver, while my skin burns heatedly. We ended up having lunch in the back of the limo. A bottle of Veuve Cliquot and a bowl of fresh strawberries as appetizer, him as my main course. His hands roaming my body in the same heated way as mine are roaming his. My kisses are filled with need, the need to taste him, to feel him inside of me. A gasp slips past my lips when I feel him push a finger past my folds, deep inside me. I'm wet, slick and tight around his finger. His tip brushes against my g-spot and I roll my hips against his hand, urging him on to repeat whatever he just did. He rubs the spot with expertise and precision. I pant heavily while I feel my orgasm building up inside of me. In an attempt to keep myself quiet I bite my lip, hard. So hard I get the taste of iron in my mouth. He covers my mouth with his hand in an attempt to aid me in my own attempt to keep silent. He kisses the skin of my neck while he keeps up his torture. He's skilled enough to know, with precision, how to keep me at this clouded height, but without letting me tumble into my release, which my body is desperate for. I start to ride his hand in an attempt to push myself over that edge he's holding me back from, making the nearing fall higher, longer and more alluring. When my attempt to aid myself backfires: he stops all movement. I feel my release slipping away from me, I start to ride his hand furiously while he just smirks against the skin of my neck.
"You know I don't like disobedient girls." He muses just below my ear.
As his words sink in, I realize what I have done. Remembering his fondness of control and dominance I play the submissive card: "Please, Chuck."
My words earn me a low groan. I move my hand towards his crotch, finding his member hard and erect. I rub against the fabric of his pants with slow and rhythmic strokes. His breathing quickens, and he recommences his ministrations inside me. "Oh, yes…" I moan my thank you to him. He stops all movement again immediately after. I groan frustrated.
"You almost had me." He muses dark and angry against my lips.
I smile before I manage to give him an innocent "What?"
"You know what I do to naughty girls." He continues.
"You fuck them into oblivion." I respond with a wicked please-do-that-to-me grin.
"I punish them." He counters, pulling his finger out of me. He makes me taste myself, when he places his finger into my mouth, before I can protest. I suck his finger clean of my fluids, licking it with the tip of my tongue, before I wrap my tongue around it and suck it off. I match the movement of my lips around his fingers with the movement of my hand against his pants, creating a certain mental illusion. My eyes gleam devilishly when his breathing speeds up. He inserts his finger into me once more, making me rise towards the edge once more. I try to keep my strokes as rhythmic as I possibly can, but I'm not as successful as I would want to be.
"Oh, Chuck." I announce my approaching big O to him. He slips another finger into me, moving his hand in and out of me in a very rapid pace, but hitting it right in the spot over and over and over and over. He pushes my legs wider, my skirt higher before he brings his face between my legs. The feeling of the tip of his tongue against my bundle of nerves and the continued fast rhythm of his finger against my spot make me feel something I have never ever felt before. I'm had my fair shares of O's, big o's, small o's, mechanically induced o's, but this… this is a new sensation that hits me, a new kind of feeling is building up inside of me. It feel heavy, it's making my body shake and quiver all over and finally I feel like I'm going to explode.
"Yes."
"Yes…"
"Oh… !" I say, a little bit too loud. Chuck covers my mouth with his, drowning out the pleasure cries that follow next. I entire body tightens, I stretch my legs as if I'm holding back a wall while his fingers keep up that torturous fast rhythm.
"Let go." He muses against my lips before he kisses them, catching the cry that emerges from them when I do what I'm told and let go. I come all over his fingers and hand while he keeps rubbing my spot with accurate precision, while my entire body trembles under his talented touch and I squirt all over his fingers and hand. Due to the lack of oxygen going to my brain, my body feels as if I'm tripping. I'm dizzy, disoriented in a pleasant way and unaware of what going on around me.
"Keep driving until I say otherwise." Chuck commands into a speaker. I realize the car has stopped moving, I take a peek outside and see the entrance of my building.
"I'll do, sir." Arthur responds as the limo starts rolling again. He switches off the speaker, leaving no chances of being interrupted…
Fever, till you sizzle,
what a lovely way to burn…
AN: I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. You are free to blame my too busy life as the cause, I do the same ;), but the most important part is, that it's out. It's finished. And I have already started writing the next chapter. I'm not very far yet, but I'll get there. I'm going to take my time with the next chapter as well, there's a whole lot of drama on it's way and I need to get it right. I need to nail it, and you cannot rush greatness or perfection. As usual you are free to leave behind thoughts, idea's or anything else you want to write down in that box below. I look forward to reading each and every one of them.
I also want to say that due to the lack of new 'Ed/Chuck' material I had to find a new inspiration somewhere and boy, he's some inspiration. Perhaps some of you know: Matt Bomer… Hot hot hot! I'm addicted to his series 'White Collar' where he plays this very sexy, very talented con-artist. I have watched all four seasons in under 2 weeks… Highly addictive! Enough about Matt… I look forward on seeing Ed star in Romeo and Julliet and anything else for that matter, but so far no news about him in any other projects, so I'm kind of disappointed in you Ed! So far there is no new on any new projects where we can see you display your talent or gorgeous self!
Until the next chapter!
XOXO,
D.