A/N: Hey all!!! I know, you never thought I’d be updating this little selection again…well, that is most definitely probably never going to have to be a worry of yours. Lol. XD I mean, I already have 35 ideas briefly planned out in my FAR TOO DETAILED head of mine, and we still have to finish the season! Lol. XD So…though I was planning on voting on these originally once I finish my main 4 CB stories, I think I’m just going to end up doing them in the order that I’ve previewed them….b/c they will most likely…never end. XD And besides, we must keep the CB love alive! Some idiots are actually abandoning their CB love cause they think NB is for real….um, NOOOOOOOT. I mean, I even have heard some interesting little tid bits from interviews with Josh and Stephanie, that us CB lovers just need to HANG ON…b/c they GET that the CB relationship works for us….a CB reunion is just around the corner, I’m thinking. (Let’s just hope they don’t wait till the last second of season finale to spring it on us…XD) Anyways, that is just my CB positivity boost for you all. ;) And if you need any more, go read QueVeeBee’s latest CB oneshot “Muster Up the Strength”….it made me feel better, and I can guarantee that it has plenty of potential to do the same for you. ;) HAPPY READING! =D
Idea 6 (Tempt Me, Tease Me)—Starting from 1x01 (The Pilot), a take on GG that offers Blair being an ABSOLUTE tease to Chuck, while she’s dating Nate. Although this may seem INCREDIBLY similar to my last idea, it is different. It is in Chuck’s POV…and unlike the last one, where they simply shared more sexual tension pre 1x07, in this one…it’s all Blair enticing Chuck ALL THE TIME…or really, only when Nate isn’t looking…
So, there she stood…in that black-dressed beauty of hers. Well, naturally the dress was her mother’s, but I would be lying to myself if I said—rather thought—that I hadn’t approved of her thievery. She always had a way with things, a way with people, and if Nate or Serena had brains at all, they would catch on to what she was doing.
She wasn’t upset Serena had abrupty left.
She wasn’t even in the least bit disappointed, when Nate had rushed off to see the blonde beauty, mid-sexual encounter.
How do I know these things? Simple.
“Bass,” she says smugly, stealing the glass filled with scotch in a swift, easy movement and placing it on an end table behind me. Apparently she had decided to walk over here, when those idiot minions of hers were no longer entertaining.
I don’t know where she gets off thinking she can just steal my liquor like that. But I let her do it. Because I’ve been letting her do things for awhile, and it’s been a long time since my failed attempts gave me a reason to try harder.
I know her.
“Waldorf,” I say, not even trying to avoid the sarcasm that so easily attaches itself to my voice when she’s around.
She’s smiling, and I can tell she’s up to something.
But it’s not anything I haven’t seen her try before.
Though she’s a Waldorf, so I shouldn’t pretend she can’t surprise me.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I raise my eyebrows suggestively, and she pretends to be annoyed.
“Ugh,” she scoffs, and yet pulls me along by the collar of my suit jacket, “Help me with something,” she whines, and it takes all that’s in me to remind myself this is Blair Waldorf, Nate’s girlfriend, and she cannot be touched. No matter how far lust drives a man, it cannot break the bond of brotherhood.
Not that I particularly like this girl in that way. But if really given the option, if the circumstances were different, if she was not Nathaniel’s girlfriend of ten plus years…well…I cannot say I would entirely decline either.
So, we’re in her bedroom. And it seems I was not allowed to escape this time. She has pulled me up, and locked the door, putting all the keys in different places, so I can’t find them. But I think…if I can find my way into the pants of nearly every suitable whore in New York City, then I can surely find a way to insult her enough to let me go.
Truly, it would be easier on her if she just accepted I was off limits.
Or if she broke up with Nathaniel, and he was suddenly okay with me screwing his ex.
Two things of which will never happen.
Number one, she believes that Nate is her true love. Something I’m quick to intercede with when she’s always trying to seduce me behind his back, and in fact tried to screw myself prior to extending the invitation to Mr. Blonde Oblivious. But Number Two, which I consider more important—being a guy and all—even though Nate is head over heels for Queen Bitch’s best bud, Serena, he would never forgive me for so much as thinking of Blair in any inappropriate manner.
Something it kills me not to fall guilty to.
I have committed the act on several occurrences.
“Chuck,” she almost sings, patting her hand lightly on the recently tumbled in bed she stands beside.
I rub the bridge of my nose painfully, with my hand. She could not be more desperate, if she tried. And yet, I have never been more turned on than at this very moment.
I stalk towards her, slowly, so as to keep my balance. But as far as she knows, it’s because I’m enjoying this situation. Which could not be farther from the truth. There is nothing so difficult for a womanizer, than to have a freshly picked plate of womanly goodness set before him, and no he will be murdered at even the hint of gobbling it up.
“What is it that you need me for?” I ask, pathetically. I am truly growing sick of these situations, and if I thought Nate would believe me, I’d kiss her now just to have my curiosity finally satisfied.
She bats her eyes innocently, and gives me a look that makes my mouth run dry. “Don’t you know?” she asks, her breath teasing the side of my neck.
In all honesty, I try my very hardest not to gulp.
But those ruby lips of hers are killer. And I honestly wish they were fake or imaginary, so that I would not be so turned on by what they might feel like.
Jealousy rises in me for no more than a second, when I realize Nate gets to kiss these lips all the time, and yet neither of them seem to ever really enjoy it.
I scoff. And for so many reasons, but she interprets it as flirty banter, and steps an inch or so closer to me, wrapping her fingers in my proud mess of a hairdo.
“Blair,” I warn, and I swear she’s giggling beneath me. Beneath my chin, I mean. I have never let her go so far as to loosen my clothing.
Well, except for that one time.
But she knows better now. She doesn’t need Chuck Bass to raise his voice twice.
Especially when she knows he doesn’t like to tense up.
And I swear I’m going to stop talking in third person. If I can do it in my mind, it’s only a matter of time before Nathaniel hears me out loud. And then all Hell breaks loose.
“Relax,” she says soothingly, but I am literally screaming in my head, and things will only get worse, unless she steps away.
But she doesn’t.
Instead, she bites her bottom lip and stares up at me adoringly.
This is where I back away.
Or where I’m supposed to.
But I can’t seem to do it as easily as usual.
I know what Nate and Serena did six months ago.
And somewhere in that messed up mind of mine, I think this justifies what I’m about to do.
I can feel the energy between us.
The undeniable sparks.
But just as my lips are about to graze her own, she steps away, and I swear it’s the funniest sight she thinks she’s ever seen.
She puts a hand across her mouth to cover the noise, but I’m sure the word IDIOT is displayed across my forehead, and I honestly don’t know how to get out of this situation.
She’s still biting that bottom lips of hers.
And it’s killing me.
“Blair!” I suddenly hear, and find myself very aware now that it is Nate’s footsteps coming closer.
“Blair!” I hear again, and she stifles her laughter for a few moments before that poor excuse for a boyfriend comes strolling in. Of course, after she had quickly unlocked the door she had been so insistent on keeping me from exiting.
“Nate!” she squeals, running to him and hugging him close.
The boy hugs her awkwardly, and then looks to me for some sort of bizarre explanation.
“Nathaniel! Leaving so soon?” I make out, and I swear there is a look of panic that I can sense even from witnessing just the back of those brunette curls.
She backs away from him and looks on, concerned, assuming I’m correct in my statements.
He looks to both of us nervously, but especially with Blair, who puts on the defeated girlfriend expression again.
She doesn’t fool me, but I play along…for his sake.
“Unfortunately,” he says, smirking at me, and then apologetically towards his damsel in distress, who pecks him quickly on the cheek in an attempt to show her love that seems to be fading more as the days go on. “Parents say we need to be getting back.”
She looks distraught, and it disgusts me.
Something happened somewhere along the way.
Nate and Blair were in love. Serena was the party girl, and I was the womanizer.
But something happened. And no, this isn’t the first time I’ve noticed.
Nate doesn’t ask why I was alone with his girlfriend in her bedroom.
Doesn’t even really question why she had to unlock the door in the first place.
And I know it wasn’t his idea to call out for his girlfriend, instead of his best friend, before leaving.
What bothers me the most is probably the fact that this is the only girl I would feel guilty about sleeping with…and yet no one else shares that concern.
I escort myself out, when he so bluntly exits the premises of Blair Waldorf’s bedroom. I insist on needing some fresh air, and much to my surprise, the topic never comes up during my walk with Nathaniel to our prospective limos.
That boy has got to be the densest human being on the planet.
And sometimes I wish he was just….more aware.
Like the way my senses heightened when we left her bedroom.
I swear she was burning fire against the back of my neck, when I not so much as muttered a ‘good-bye’ on departure.
She’ll make sure I regret it though, and I think, that maybe—just until she cools down—I will try as much as humanly possible to be next to Nathaniel at all times. He’s my safety net, and goodness knows I need one where Blair Waldorf is concerned.
So, we part ways, Nathaniel and I, and I slide into my limo, allowing my faithful driver, Arthur, to shut the door behind me.
“Where to, Mr. Bass?”
And I wave my hand off to acknowledge the symbol for home.
“Very well,” he nods, turning around, and slowly pulling out of his designated parking spot.
I don’t know when exactly he was able to interpret the different waves of my fingers, so as to know where to go.
But at a time like this, I’m glad I don’t have to explain my movements.
BZZ. BZZ. BZZ.
It’s my cell phone.
And I don’t even check it.
Nate’s head is still drowning with thought of Serena.
That blonde mistress probably no doubt has some other twisted motion in mind. Maybe even concerning the brunette beauty she’s supposed to be best friends with.
And while it is entirely possible that some delectable whore is calling me up for requests, I only sleep around once with each woman I contact myself with.
Exception: hotel maids.
It’s not my fault they don’t fire and hire new women every week.
This call…this text…is not from any of those lovely individuals.
And though my fingers are begging me to flip open that technical device simply for curiosity’s sake…
I remove my hand from the pocket containing it, and force myself to think on other things.
I’ve had enough almost sex for one night.
A/N: Hope you liked it! As I said in my latest chapter of ‘So What If I’m Jealous’…I’ll be updating some stories on fictionpress, so GG writings will have to take a break for awhile, but reviews always help these things to go faster! ;) (This preview took place right after the last first party scene in 1x01…please review! =D)