The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 12 of ?

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Blair / Chuck

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple.

SYNOPSIS: A companion piece to Moving Violation - Blair finds she has an itch, she just can't quite scratch and is forced to turn to Chuck for help.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gossip Girl. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. Hmmmm... I was going to take my time, but I sat down I wrote and this is what happened.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER TWELVE

Blair woke with a soft sigh as a strong, warm hand cupped her breast and lips nuzzled at the back of her neck. She blinked her eyes open, but then shuts them again. The room is too bright, all the lights are still on and early morning sun is also streaming through a gap in the curtain. She could felt Chuck stiffen where he was nestled against the crack of her ass. "Good morning, Miss Waldorf." He purred in her ear. "Mister Bass." She acknowledged with a heavier sigh as he started rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb as he nipped and nibbled at her neck, just below her ear. He starts to shift lower behind her, his now erect shaft sliding down the length of her ass crack. She adjusts accordingly, sliding her leg over his, opening herself up for him. Blair winced slightly as last night's exertion let's itself be known.

"Is... is this okay? I know I was... a bit... enthusiastic last night." Her asked with concern. "Yes." She answered after only the briefest of pauses as his dick head slid through her folds and the light friction triggered an answering, clenching pulse inside her that leaves her wet and more than ready. "You sure?" he insists. "Yes." She confirms again, reaching down and guiding him to her entrance. She is still not quite all the way awake and it feels strangely dream like as he slowly, gently parts her intimate flesh as he slides into her.

She hears him groan, a long, drawn out sound, his teeth lightly testing the skin and muscle of her shoulder, his hand clutching a little more firmly at her breast. The sound mingled with her heavy sigh of enjoyment. It took a delicious eternity for him to find her core and be completely seated inside her, snugly nestled against her. "God, that always feels so unbelievably good." He comments in a hushed, awed tone and she murmurs her agreement. He remains absolutely still and she can feel him throbbing inside her tight embrace and it amused her that the throbbing matches the steady beat of her heart.

Blair rocked her hips slightly, urging him to move and he does. Their movements are slow, languid, a slow undulation, perfectly co-coordinated, but just ever so slightly out of sync so that he shifts inside her in slow, shallow strokes. She moans, soft and breathy as the slow friction heats her up and starts her climax simmering. It is the complete opposite of what they did last night, but every bit as good. There is no urgency as his tongue paints abstract patterns and indecipherable symbols on the skin of her neck and shoulders. He massages her breast, matching his squeezing fingers to the pace of their slowly writhing bodies.

She reached back and around to find one of his ass cheeks and does the same. She likes having him inside her like this, pressed against her, warm and just a little bit funky with dried sweat and the sweet perfume of sex. It is a scent she had been missing for nearly the last week she realized as he nibbled at her earlobe. She squeezed his ass a little harder, digging her nails in just a little to let him know she wants him to go faster. She groans, exhaling heavily through her nose as her teeth her lower lip behind them while she drags her nails up and down his thigh as he complies and she feels a surge of pleasure, the climb to her climax picking up along with his pace as he moves faster, but not fast. "Just like that." She encourages as she more actively presses back onto him, adjusting their angle to have him go just that little deeper.

His shaft was a molten metal rod and her sex clutched, and flooded around it, trying to smother that searing heat, only to catch fire as well. "Blair?" he calls her name to get her attention, his tone soft, sweet and smooth like honey. "Hmmmmm." She acknowledges, her eyelids fluttering, but not opening as she rolled her head back against his shoulder when electric pleasure slowly curls up her spine and across her nerves. "I'm on good terms with Bart at the moment, what with my dutiful, interested in the family business son act of the last week, and he's given me the loan of the jet this weekend. I thought we'd fly up to Napa. I hear the wine country is beautiful this time of year." He suggested in a breathy whisper. His hand leaves her breast and his fingers walking down over her taut, slightly quivering belly, his short nails scraping her skin as he drags then through her neat little triangle of pubes.

"How would we know, holed up in some out of the way bed and breakfast?" she asked snippily despite her building climax and his actions making her almost willing to agree to just about anything. She loved Napa at this time of year, but the parts that she wanted to see, the places she loved, would be frequented by people who knew who both of them were and she didn't want to play the "just friends" charade. She wasn't sure she could do it convincingly. Chuck slowed his thrusts, now just rocking slightly and she regrets her response, but a moment later his fingers find the button of her exposed clit making her gasp.

"No... I thought it might be a way to ease us into society. Give the Upper Eastside some time to get used to the idea of us as a couple without the pressure of having to give immediate answers. Secrets have a way of getting out, eventually, this way it will be on our own terms." He explained, unfairly, she thinks, gently but rhythmically petting her pleasure pearl while returning to his previous range of movement inside her. She matches him again, unconsciously, lifting her weight to allow his arm to worm its way under hers to reach around and caress her breasts while his words reverberate in her ears. "So it is a tactical move." She noted carefully, finding it easier to deal with it in those terms. "If you want to look at it that way." he acknowledged after a pause. She realized they were both giving each other room to maneuver on the subject, Upper Eastside etiquette at its finest.

What he is proposing is a major step and for him to broach the subject without her urging is phenomenal, but they are Blair Waldorf and Chuck Blair. There were implications and consequences well beyond what it meant to their relationship. Their relationship... A thrill went through her mind as she finally defined them in her head.
"Couple?" she mused, tasting the word, turning it over in her head, studying it like she is not quite sure of its meaning, the fact that he had once again set her climax on its inexorable path to fruition doesn't help.

"He sighs and then chuckles, his chest vibrating against her back with the deep amused sound. "It is what we are, isn't it? Two people doing things together." he asked and the amusement doesn't quite cover the hint of apprehension and uncertainty in his voice. He is revealing a facet of himself she has only been glimpsing. He has shown her he is everything people say he is and now, everything she believes he can be as well. She can barely fathom the courage it takes to allow her behind that smug, sneering mask of his. She takes strength from his. She wished she could see his eyes, hoping to see the truth there. She swallows hard, not only because of his loaded question, but also because their hips and his finger have not stopped moving, have in fact sped up and the rise of her orgasm was rapidly reaching its crest.

He is offering her what she wants, what she realized she had been wanting for at least the last month of so and she now truly understands the saying: "Be careful what you wish for." Nervous butterflies join the growing tension in the pit of her stomach. Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass, a couple, for all the world to see. The idea had been intriguing and attractive in the abstract, but just a little terrifying in reality. "Yes... That's what we are, Chuck. Let's go to Napa. It will be fun to parade my boyfriend around and let the world think what it will an the chips fall where they may." She answered in a sudden rush that lightened her heart as she admitted this new truth between them. "Parade might be a bit strong a term, Blair." He informed her. "We'll see." She countered, feeling joy blossom inside her as the moment's tension dissipated. The emotional relief brings her closer to a release of a different kind. She felt his lips smile against the skin of her neck as his thick, long; thrusting cock and masterful fingers manipulated her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm.

It lacks the knockout, brain scrambling intensity of the night before, but more than makes up for it with duration. She made stuttering little cries as her body and sex tensed and relaxed in rolling waves following the pleasure as it radiated out from his fingers and slowly thrusting dick. He grunts and growls behind her, shuddering and grinding into her and she felt his dick expand against the snug grasp of her climaxing channel before jerking and pulsing as he finds his release. His fingers on her over-stimulated clit finally become a delicious torture she can no longer endure, her eyes clenching shut tighter and she grabs his hand, twining her fingers with his and drawing it away, hugging it to the skin just below her breasts as her climax continues to shake through her in hot pulses. She lets out an explosive breath when her chest starts to burn and she realizes she has been holding her breath.

She panted, gulping in air as the waves started to come further apart. He still thrust slowly, slightly, his body molded to the back of hers, a warm solid anchor back to the real world as she floated in the ecstasy of her sexual gratification and satiation. He shrank out of slowly, not moving and remained wet and not quite limp on the inside of her thigh. She settled back into reality slowly as her heartbeat slowed back to normal along with her breathing. His thumb lightly caresses the lower curve of her breast as she idly plays with his fingers. He kissed the nape of her neck and she hears him inhale heavily as he buries his nose in her hair.

"We're really going to do this?" she asks in a small, thoughtful voice. "For better or worse." He confirmed and she felt him tense behind her as he realized where his turn of phrase came from. "No... Well... I mean..." he back-pedaled and she couldn't stop herself as the giggle that bubbled out of her became a full, throaty laugh. "Why, Charles... Is that a proposal?" She taunted, her laughter renewing at what she guessed his expression would be like. "Bitch." he muttered behind, but then his nimble fingers were fueling her laughter as he started to tickle her mercilessly. She was soon wriggling and writhing before breathlessly begging off. "Enough... Enough... Please... Stop... You Win! I know what you meant... You Win!" she managed to concede between fits of laughter, her unsuccessful struggles leaving her on her back with him on top of her, straddling her thighs. "What do I win?" he asked, his voice low and husky after he captured her wrists and held then still on either side of her head, leaning forward, so close his breath tickled her lips when he spoke. Blair coyly bit her lower lip. "What do you want?" she queried in response, the aftereffects of her mirth still shaking her voice as it faded, although she could feel his answer growing and sliding against her belly as he stiffened.

Chuck let go of her wrists and interlaced his fingers with hers. "Guess." He whispered into her ear, his tongue lightly flicking it. "Again?" she teased playfully, pressing up against him, trapping his erection between their torsos and undulating slowly. He groaned. "You have that effect on me." He confirmed, his lips lowering to find hers. She spreads her legs and he shifted between them while their lips lock and their tongues wrestle. Her arousal rises once more, faster than she would have thought considering as his dickhead slides through her folds for the second time that morning.

"Miss Blair? Mister Chuck!" a shocked voice from the direction of her bedroom door followed by the sound of a tray being hastily steadied, froze them in their tracks. His groan has a note of regret as he released her hands and rolled off her, making no effort to cover his nudity while Blair scrambled to get some of the covers over her. "Morning Darhoda." He greeted Blair's maid cheerfully, lacing his hands behind his head. "Miss Blair?" she repeated incredulously and Blair swore softly under her breath. "We'll have breakfast in the sitting room." She instructed with a clear crisp command, like Chuck had said: "Secrets had a way of getting out.", but she knew Darhoda wouldn't tell anyone; she was loyal to a fault. "Yes, Miss Blair." Her maid responded as crisply.

Blair knew that Darhoda was a simple creature and if she showed her that he mistress was still in complete control her shocked, shaken world would once again settle. The door closed with a soft click behind her a moment later. "Thanks for the help." She noted sarcastically turning to Chuck. "It's not like there was anywhere to hide, Blair. He countered simply. "Ever hear of modesty?" she retorted. "Isn't she that chick from that comic strip?" he pleaded ignorance and she grabbed a pillow and swung it at him. He fended off the blow easily and then they were wrestling again.

She felt strange, light and young and carefree, her irritation at him a fleeting thing as he drew first giggles and then peals of laughter from her as he tickled her and she tried to fend him off. Chuck managed to get her back into her previous predicament, trapped under him, but this time her hands were still free. "Now where were we?" he chuckled leaning in to kiss her. "I don't think so." She informed him as her fingers clutched the edge of her other pillow and she swung with all her might knocking him off her. He rolled onto his back and le out a heavy sigh. "I was afraid you might see it that way." He said with overly dramatic resignation and she couldn't resist sticking her tongue out at him and then scampering off the bed and well out of his reach.

"Fine. Have it your way." He conceded and she found herself with a hollow victory as the way his dark gaze swept over her body made her want to jump right back into the bed with him. "Since you're up and naked, you might as well see if my gift fits." He suggested with a nod to the package she had dropped onto a chair when he had carried her into the room the night before. She'd actually forgotten about it in all the excitement. She padded over to the chair, putting a sultry sway in her hips that drew a chuckle from him. She unwrapped the box and removed the lid and shifted the tissue paper she found out the way and exclaimed joyfully as she lifted the silk robe out of the box. It was deepest black with deep scarlet edging, which had exquisitely detailed dragons embroidered on it as well as a single symbol on the back.

"Oh, Chuck it's beautiful!" she gushed as she slid into it, the smooth material sliding along her skin in a gentle caress. She flicked her hair out from under the collar and then and then belted the robe lightly before admiring herself in full-length mirror. "Now that's a hard and unfair choice to make: "Which is more gorgeous, you naked, or in that robe." Chuck announced as he sat up and grabbed his boxers off the floor. "What does the symbol mean?" she asked curious as she looked at it in the mirror over her shoulder. "The lady at the store said it translated roughly to fire below. I thought it was appropriate." He enlightened her. "You would, but thanks anyway. I love it." she admitted freely. "My pleasure, but there's something else in there for you." He told her cocking his head at the box as he pulled on his boxers and then his pants.

"More?" she asked incredulously and he nodded as she walked back over to the box. She had been so enamored by the robe, she hadn't noticed the long-toothed, polished obsidian comb carved in the shape of a dragon with ruby eyes and what she guessed was either platinum or white gold, tasteful accents and scattered crescents for scales that had been under it. "Oh wow!" she breathed as she lifted it out of the box with tender, reverent fingers, lightly tracing the minute details as her eyes drank them in. "You like?" he asked his breath tickling her ear as his arms wrapped loosely around her waist and he rested his chin on her shoulder, appearing as if out of nowhere as she had not heard him approach, engrossed in her study of his exquisite gift. "It's absolutely stunning." She marveled, reluctantly placing it gently back onto the tissue paper in the box before turning in the circle of his light embrace.

She found him dressed and only slightly rumpled. He had that soft smile on his lips; the unguarded one she had only recently started to catch from time to time and she realized hers most likely mirrored his. "Thank you." She told him simply and sincerely before kissing him, pressing her body against his, her breasts flattening against his shirt, her nipples stirring and stiffening at the warm, intimate contact as the they sucked and nipped at each others lips, tongues lightly touching and retreating in a slow rhythm. His arms tightened around her, his strong hands cupping her ass through the silk. She sucked heavily at his lower lip and broke the kiss.

"You're dressed already or I'd thank you more thoroughly." She told him, her voice low and suggestive, her arousal once again coursing through her, making her sex clench and twist on itself, sliding on the mixed cream of their prior coupling and a fresh flood of her own. "Clothes come off as easily as they go on, Blair." He informed her with a crooked grin and a firmer caress to her ass. "They do, don't they?" she noted as if the idea was truly revolutionary and he laughed, a soft, deep sound that spoke volumes beyond mere amusement. She started to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time as they slowly two step backwards toward her bed at her urging. Planting soft kisses on his skin as she revealed it, feeling him vibrate against her lips as he sighs.

Blair had just undone the third button when a soft knock on the door interrupts her and a Darhoda's voice informed her through her closed bedroom door that breakfast was ready. She rested her forehead on his chest and grasped his collar with groan and he chuckles above her head. "Let's not offend her sense of propriety any further. I wasn't sure if she was going to faint or spontaneously combust earlier. We can pick this up later. That's a promise." Chuck suggested and she almost resents his practicality. His fingers slid into her hair, his palms cupping her cheeks as he tilted her head up to his. He kisses her slowly and thoroughly before breaking their kiss with a series of light pecks. "That really doesn't help, Chuck." She scolded. Running her tongue over her tingling lips to try and abate the wonderful sensation.

What does help is when he steps away from her. "Let's go to breakfast. I've worked up quite an appetite." He said as he rebuttoned his shirt. To her surprise she feels something else in the pit of her belly besides arousal as his words highlight a different need. She gives him a speculative look, figuring the pros and cons to satisfying either or the odds on doing both. With, a sigh she relents. "Let's go to breakfast." She decided and he gestured for her to lead the way. "In a moment." She said and went over to her dresser and opened a drawer. She glances to the left to check that she can see him in the reflection of her full-length mirror and then proceeds to hold up several of her skimpiest panties as if trying to decide which were best. She can see his eyes following her every move.

She chose a high cut, black lace pair with a little red bow at the front of the waistband and closed the draw. Blair unbelted her new robe and perched on the edge of her bed before very slowly, keeping herself displayed to him for as long as possible, drew the undergarment up her legs and then stood to slip it into place. She smiles to herself as he drags in a heavy breath through his nose and then lets out a long rumbling groan as she unnecessarily adjusts the waistband over her hips before closing her robe. "Oh... You're so bad. "He noted as she slid past him on light, now-slippered feet. "Like you said: We wouldn't want to offend poor Darhoda's sense of propriety, would we?" she threw back at him over her shoulder as she opened the door and it is several moments before he followed her down to breakfast.

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