His lips traveled down her body and she felt the need in her body reach a feverous pitch. She needed him so badly that it wasn’t even funny. He kissed her stomach and worked his way down to the core of her body, which was pulsing with need. Just as he was about to kiss her through the silk of her panties, Blair bolted awake.
She cursed the heavens that her dream had been interrupted, just as she was about to get some satisfaction. Blair remembered the face in her dream which had belonged to the man that had been pleasuring her and groaned out loud. It hadn’t been her boyfriend, it had been Chuck. Again. This was the third time it happened this week.
The attraction she felt for him was Deeping every time she saw him. She just could not get him out of her head, and if she was honest with herself she didn’t want too. That was the scary part that she was apparently willing to risk their friendship for this attraction she felt. The need was still pulsing between her legs and she knew that she was going to have to take care of her arousal. She only wished that Chuck was there to help her with it. No. She didn’t just say that, did she? Life was getting more fucked up by the second. Blair had fallen for her best friend.
Chuck was woken up very early in the morning by someone hammering on his door. He looked at the clock by his beside and noticed that it was 7:30 in the morning. Who the hell would be waking him up at this ungodly time, and no less on a Sunday? He padded out of bed, still wearing his silk pajamas. He was thinking about putting a robe on, but he knew it had to be Blair, so he decided against it. Even thinking her name brought out these feelings of lust for her. He cursed himself and went to answer the door.
He felt himself slump against the doorframe when he saw who was actually at his door. None other than Nate Archibald. What the fuck was he doing here? Chuck suddenly felt self conscious that he was only wearing pajamas while Nate was standing there looking like a Greek god. There was no way that Blair would choose him over Nate. And that hurt.
Nate raised his eyebrows at Chuck. “Can I come in?”
“What the hell do you want?” Chuck asked bitterly.
“Obviously, I need to talk to you or I wouldn’t be here.” Nate said as he pushed his way past Chuck into his suite.
“Is this about Blair?” He prayed to god that he wasn’t.
Nate walked over to the window and looked out. He stayed there instead of turning around to face Chuck. “Yes, it’s about Blair.”
Chuck walked over to the liquor cabinet. He needed a drink bad, if he was going to be forced to have a conversation with Nate. “What about her? Is she okay?”
“The last time I saw her she was but this is more about you and Blair.”
Chuck stopped pouring his glass of scotch. “What do you mean me and her?”
Nate sighed, but turned around to face him. “I think you two are a little too close. You seem more like a couple than best friends. And I’m her boyfriend now, so I would prefer if you guys didn’t spend so much time together.”
Chuck took a sip of his drink. “Well, that’s too bad. Blair and I have already had this discussion about how you wanted her to spend less time with me, and I believe that she already told you that you just going to have to get used to it.”
“She told you about that?” Nate asked.
“Yeah, Archibald. Blair and I tell each other everything.”
Nate moved closer to Chuck. “Okay, never mind that. I’m not saying that I don’t want you two to be friends, because I know that would be impossible. But the other day when she ran to you and told you about her problem with her mother, it made me feel really bad. I’m her boyfriend and I want her to come to me instead.”
“Well, I don’t see how that is going to happen any time soon.” Chuck scoffed. “You just started going out with her and I’ve been the constant in her life for eight years. Blair feels like she can tell me anything and that’s not going to change just because you came into the picture. We’re friends and we’re always going to be there for each other. I don’t know what else to tell you if you still feel threatened.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you Chuck, I want to be the one that’s there for her. How do I do that?”
Chuck looked at him like he was insane. Which he was, in his opinion. He was asking him how to score with Blair. He didn’t want anyone to score with her. He groaned out loud and Nate looked at him. It was happening again. He couldn’t hide his feelings for Blair anymore, or he was going to completely break down. He had it bad and he had a feeling that Nate could tell.
Chuck didn’t know what else to do, but he knew he wanted Nate out of his suite immediately. He certainly wasn’t going to become friends with Archibald. “If you think I’m actually going to give you tips on how to score with Blair, you’re sadly mistaken. It’s about time you left; you’ve overstayed your welcome.”
Nate stormed past him, wrenched the door open and left. Chuck breathed a sigh of relief that he was gone. He didn’t want anything to do with Nate. He wondered if Blair was going to be mad at him that he had kicked her boyfriend out of suite. He guessed that she probably would, Blair had a very fiery temper when she was provoked. He smiled at the thought of her mad. He had seen Blair very angry many times during their friendship.
“So are you going to change your mind and watch it with me?” Blair asked, as they were sitting in her bedroom. She had been trying to convince Chuck to watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s with her again, but so far he wasn’t biting.
He rolled his eyes, as he sat down next to her on the bed. “How many times am I expected to last through that torture? I’ve watched it with you about a 100 times, Blair.”
“That’s what I want to do, Chuck.” She whined.
She pouted at him, but Chuck was determined not to let her get out our way yet again. It was time they did something they both wanted. “I’m not watching it again. I think I’m going to take off, Blair.”
“What?” She jumped off the bed.
He grabbed his jacket off of the bed. “I’ve got better things to do than watch this movie. I heard that Georgina Sparks might be interested in me, so I think I’ll go see where that might lead too.”
Blair glared at him, her eyes filled with anger. He was surprised that her glare didn’t stop him in his tracks, but it only made him grin. He loved it when Blair got mad, and this looked to be a doozy. “You’re blowing me off for that slut?” She asked, her voice barely controlled, the fury was distinct in her tone.
He started to feel uneasy, he actually didn’t want to fight with Blair but he absolute did not want to watch that movie again. “Is there a problem, Blair? I just might as well focus my attentions on Georgina, if we’re not going to do anything that interests me.”
She sprung off the bed and began to pelt his body with her tiny fists. “Sometimes I really hate you, Chuck Bass. If you would rather spend the day with her then me, then by all means leave. But if you leave, don’t you dare come back.”
He grabbed her hands and held them away from his body. For such a small little thing she packed quite a wallop. “Blair, don’t be like this. We’ll do something tomorrow, I just don’t want to sit here again and watch this movie when I don’t even like it in the first place.”
She pulled her wrists out of his grip, and he was forced to let go. “Get the hell out of here.”
“Get the fuck out of here!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.
“You’re acting like a child, Blair.” She only glared at him and he decided that it would be best if he did leave. “This isn’t by any means over.”
He walked out the door and as soon as he had closed it, he heard what sounded like a vase crash against it.
She was sitting in her bedroom, still miserable as ever. It had been hours since her fight with Chuck and she couldn’t get it out of her head. She knew that she had acted like a child, but she just didn’t like that he had chosen to spend time with Georgina over her. It hurt. Breakfast at Tiffany’s played in the background although she couldn’t even enjoy it, and that never happened.
There was a soft knock on her door. She figured it was her mother or Dorota, so she called out, “Come in.”
The door opened slowly and she saw Chuck standing there with a grin on his face. She sprinted off her bed and she saw that he ducked down. When he noticed that she wasn’t going to throw anything at him, he walked over to her. “Truce. Okay?”
Blair slowly walked back to the bed and sat on it. “Why are you even here? I thought you wanted to spend the day with Whoregina.”
“I changed my mind, Blair. Georgina means nothing to me but you do and I couldn’t stand to think that you were mad at me. So here I am, and I will watch the movie with you again.”
He walked over to her and they both laid down on the bed. “I’m sorry, Blair. But I’m here now, that’s all that counts. Right?”
She put her head right down on his chest and wrapped an arm around Chuck waist, and settled into watch the movies. “I’m sorry too, Chuck. But as long as you’re here now, that’s all I care about.”
He wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
Chuck hurried back over to his bed and climbed in it. He felt a fever coming on and started sweating profusely. He couldn’t deny it anymore, he had fallen for his best friend and there was no turning back now.
Blair was walking out of school since it was the end of the day, when she was approached by Serena Van Der Woodsen.
She gave her a look that said, what the hell do you think you’re doing coming near me. You’re not good enough to scrape the bottom of my shoes. “What the hell do you want?”
Serena abruptly stopped in her tracks when she heard the icy tone of Blair’s voice. “I wanted to run something by you and see what you thought of it.”
“I don’t think I want to hear anything you want to say, Serena. I really don’t want to have anything to do with you. We’re two different kinds of people.” Blair turned her back on Serena.
She didn’t let Blair get far. “That’s my whole point, Blair. We’re a lot more alike than you think. I’m rich just like you are; the only difference is I don’t use it to my advantage.”
Blair spun around to face her. “What do you mean you’re rich? You dress like a rag picker. That’s impossible.”
“No, it’s not. My family probably has more money than you do. You see, I’m kind of an heiress. My father is a count in our country. Sweden.”
Blair could tell by the expression on her face that she wasn’t lying. “Then what’s the point of this?” She asked gesturing to her ratty appearance. “Why do you go around like that if you’re wealthy?”
Serena ran her hand through her tangled blond hair. “I’m happier this way. Nobody knows about my wealth and I would like to keep it that way. If anybody knew that, it would just be a game to them to get to know me and use me for the power and influence that my father has. I would rather have someone get to know the real me and like me for who I am and not how much money I have in my bank account.”
Maybe she had misjudged Serena. “I can understand that actually, it makes perfect sense.”
“So what do you think? Can we try to be friends?” Serena asked.
Blair smiled. “We might be able to work something out, after all.”
Chuck groaned when he heard another knock on his door. He had finally gotten out of bed a few hours and got dressed. It hadn’t been easy. He felt sick and it was all because of his feelings for Blair. He trudged over to the door and prayed to god that it wasn’t Nate again or he was going to have to kick some serious butt. He opened the door and there stood the object of his affection.
She smirked at him, as she walked through the door. She had snow in her hair and tried to shake it off. She looked amazing to him, even though all he could see what that she had a dark blue coat on. She took her hat off and threw it on a chair before turning around to face him.
“Nate told me that he came here to talk to you about me and that you basically threw him out. Is that right?”
He sighed. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Are you mad?”
Blair let out a bark of laughter. “Mad? No way, I’m actually glad that you did it. Who does he think he is barging his way into your place and asking questions about how to score with me? You didn’t tell him anything, did you?”
Chuck grinned back at her. “I would never tell him anything Blair, you know that. Did you guys have a fight?” He asked hopefully.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, kind of. I don’t know this whole thing with Nate is not working out, like I imagined. It just doesn’t feel right to me. It’s not like how I thought it was going to be.”
Chuck watched as a piece of show fell from her hair on to her face, he reached out with his hand to brush it away. He jerked his hand away instantly, his hand felt like it had been fried just by touching her cheek. He had it bad for her.
Blair pretended like what just happened had no effect on her, when in reality her cheek burned where he had just touched her. “I just don’t feel it, you know?” She continued. “I want to feel totally consumed by passion for somebody and I know that is never going to happen with Nate. When someone kisses me, I want to feel my toes curl, that’s how powerful it is. Have you ever felt that for somebody?”
“No.” His voice sounded breathless and cursed himself for it. He had just lied to her, because he had felt that type of passion she was talking about. But it was for her.
She moved closer to him, getting excited by what she was saying. “That’s what I want, Chuck. I just want to be with someone that gets as much pleasure out of being with me that I do with them. Don’t you want that for yourself?”
He closed his eyes, willing his body to get under control. Her words were having an effect on him and most of all she was having an effect on him. He had to physically restrain himself from not just throwing her down on the desk and having his way with her body. “I do want that, Blair.” He said his voice hoarse from arousal.
Blair saw the arousal in his body and his eyes, and she felt the same thing. She decided that she didn’t want to fight it anymore; she had to see if this was going to be as great as she thought. She moved even closer to him and ran her arm up and down his shoulder. He clenched underneath her touch. “Chuck.” She whispered.
He looked at her then, and felt the lust threatening to overwhelm him. He needed her bad, and he wasn’t going to be cautious anymore. He was going to kiss her. He watched her face the whole time, as his head dipped lower until he met her lips. Blair held her breath in anticipation; she had never wanted anything more in her life than this right now.
Their lips met, and they were both shocked by the amount of passion they felt. It was even worse than they had feared. It was an uncontrollable lust. Chuck tried to control himself, he really did. The kiss started out just by melding their lips together and it was gentle and tender, but that changed in a hurry. It quickly turned wild with passion and was all about pleasing the other. It was a lover’s kiss.
To Be Continued…
A/N: I am so sorry for ending this chapter right here. It just seemed like a good stopping point and the next part will take of right where this left off. It will explore the passion that Blair and Chuck feel for each other. If you are still feeling this story, please take the time to review it. You don’t know how much of a difference that makes to me.