The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 13 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. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER THIRTEEN Blair would die rather than tell him, but it would be her first time on a private jet and she was actually giddy with anticipation. Her family had money, from her father and her mother's company, but nothing like the wealth and resources associated with Bass Industries. It was a luxury she had not yet experienced. She found it amusing that, of all the new things he had shown her, this was the simplest and yet the one she was looking forward to the most. The ride to the airport had been less than ideal and had dampened her enthusiasm for a while as the reality of their decision started to manifest itself for the first time. Chuck had seemed preoccupied, if she hadn't known him better she would have gone so far as to say apprehensive. "What's wrong?" she asked once the small talk had dried up and a silence had grown between them, stretched and pregnant. "Sorry... guess it's band aid time." He responded with an uncharacteristically lackluster smile, making her frown. "One of us needs to tell Nathaniel, at least about this weekend, if nothing else. He shouldn't have to hear about it from Gossip Girl. I owe him that much." He explained. "Oh..." she answered with shocked realization that she hadn't even considered her ex and that he was also Chuck's best friend. "Should I?" she asked, feeling flustered and panicky as she had no idea what she would say. He chuckled softly and to Blair's mind, inappropriately. "No." he shook his head. "Here's one instance where my Bastard Son of Satan reputation will come in handy." He continued as he flipped open his mobile and hit his speed dial for Nate. "What are you going to tell him?" she asked wondering how much Chuck would tell him. "Just that I'm taking you away this weekend and intend seeing you from now on." He replied as he waited for Nate to answer. Blair found herself sitting forward, her knuckles lightly pressed to her lips. "Hey, Nate." They swapped greetings. "No... I'm going to be out of town this weekend. That's what I'm calling about... No, Vegas would be fun, but not this time. I'm taking Blair to Nappa for the weekend... Yes, Blair... Yes, Blair Waldorf... Really... No, just the two of us... Yes, it's a date... I thought it best if you hear it from me instead of Gossip Girl... For awhile... Come on... It's Blair we're talking about... I'm sorry, man. It just happened... I'm..." The conversation ended when Nate apparently hung up. She saw his shoulder's sag as he slowly closed his phone. She had only heard Chuck's side of the conversation, but she had almost seen and heard Nate's responses of surprise, confusion and finally hurt and anger, in her mind's eye, during Chuck's pauses. "That went well." He sighed as he tucked his phone into the inner pocket of his jacket. She could see how shaken he was and shifted from her seat across from his to sit next to him and after a slight pause took his arm and draped it over her shoulders and resting her head on his, pressing herself warmly again his side. "It'll be okay, Chuck... He'll get over it. I mean... Everything will work out." She tried to comfort him, but couldn't quite find the words. He and Nathaniel were the brothers each had never had and she couldn't quite wrap her head around what this break in their relationship would feel like for him. She rested her hand lightly on his chest, feeling its slow rise and fall and then the steady beat of his heart through the silk of his shirt. He pulled her closer, changing the passive placement of his arm into an embrace before letting his fingers slowly run up and down her upper arm. "He asked if you'd slept with me or if you were going to, didn't he?" she asked with morbid curiosity, the words spilling from her before she could censor them. "Yes." He replied simply as she flicked her eyes up and he titled his head to look down at her. "And, you didn't..." she mused. "No... It's none of his business and it would have been cruel." He confirmed. "He'll think we have, after this weekend at least." She stated. "I suppose he will. Does that bother you?" he enquired as he laid his hand over hers on his chest. "No... Maybe... I mean... it shouldn't, but... I'm being silly." She admitted. "No you're not." He told her as he pressed his lips to her forehead. "You're being Blair and I wouldn't have it any other way, but although, no matter how much I want to, I won't screw you in front of an audience..." He continued. "Thanks ever so much for that." She interrupted and he grinned. "Pleasure. As, I was saying, I won't screw you in front of an audience to verify it, but a lot of people are going to believe we are sleeping together and they will be right. You will have to get used to that." He pointed out. "I know." She said with a resigned whine and he chuckled, his chest vibrating against her hand. "Poor Blair. Don't worry. It's the Upper East Side they won't ever say it to your face, although the rumors are going to be wild and some of them might come a little close to the truth." He half-teased. "You're not helping, Chuck." She admonished him even as she snuggled closer. "Sorry. Like you said it will all work out." He apologized, but she could have sworn she heard him mutter: "One way or another." under his breath. He took a deep breath and let it out crisply and when he spoke again, the tension in his voice was gone as he told her of the itinerary he had planned for them. They spent the rest of the ride like that, close and comfortable as she added her suggestions to what they might do. His hand was warm on the small of her back a he guided her up the stairs into the Bass corporate jet. The stewardess who greeted them just inside the door was blonde, tall, immaculately uniformed and beautiful and Blair hated her immediately and without any specific reason. She was warm and smiling as she directed them to their seats and told them that they would be taking off in about ten minutes and that their two-hour flight would be through smooth weather. Chuck thanked the stewardess a little too cordially for her liking while they buckled in to the plush, spacious seats that faced each other over a small table. She had been in hotel suites with less opulence than the inside of the jet. The take off was smooth. It didn't have the lumbering feel of a large commercial airliner. The seatbelt sign went off and shortly afterwards the stewardess reappeared to offer them champagne and snacks. They accepted the champagne, but declined the snacks. Chuck had a whispered discussion with her before she left them to disappear behind a curtain near the cockpit. "What was that all about?" she asked. "Nothing." He replied way too quickly. Blair narrowed her eyes as she looked at him over her champagne flute. She had seen that look on his face all too often over the last few months. It was smug and speculative and dangerous. "What are you up to, Chuck and don't give me that 'nothing' BS?" she asked more directly. He cocked his head slightly, toying with his glass and rather theatrically considering her question, another sure indication he was up to something. He knew exactly how to push her buttons and he knew that she knew, so she tried really hard to mask her irritation as the silence drew out. She had become steadily better at these little games and distracted herself by looking out of the window and watching the stray wisps of clouds, which were taking on a beautiful orange tinge with the setting sun. She could still feel his shrewd gaze on her though, like warm weight. She had gotten better, but, infuriatingly, he was better still. "What? What is it, Chuck. Just tell me already!" she confronted him hotly, turning away from the window, no longer able to feign disinterest. He response was a deep, dark laugh of triumph and wicked intent. Her counter was to pout and glower at him after placing her now empty glass on the table to cross her arms under her breasts, her back rigid. " You know all I can think about is nibbling on your lower lip when you do that. Oh do calm down, Blair. I was just contemplating if you would join a certain very exclusive club. I just wasn't sure." He explained. "Club?" she asked her curiosity piqued despite her irritation. She saw his lips twitch and groaned inwardly, knowing she had fallen for the bait. "The mile high club, of course." He informed her with a triumphant grin. "You have to be kidding me?" she asked incredulously. "You want to have sex? Here? Now?" she tried to clarify, dropping her voice to a secretive whisper. "Yes." He replied simply. "No." she snapped back, glancing at the curtain, concerned her volume and tone might have attracted unwanted attention. "Yes." He repeated calmly, leaning back, completely at ease and smug in his seat. She hated him at that moment, he was too sure of himself, too sure of her. Her answer had been reflex, but the idea was insinuating itself into her imagination and started to percolate there. Her body started to react to the idea even as her mind sought to deny its appeal, her nipples starting to swell and stiffen despite the perfect temperature of the climate control; the tickle of her intimate flesh flexing; moisture tickling toward her folds and her skin growing hot and sensitive so that she was suddenly very aware of the material of her dress. She had told herself time and time again that he had changed her, but she knew differently. He had really just allowed her to explore and discover her sexuality. The itch had always been there, but she had been so adept at suppressing it, denying it and ignoring it, she had never truly understood its importance until one night in the back of a limousine with him. "Aren't we supposed to be acting more like a proper, normal couple now?" she asked him out of a unstoppable need to resist him, yet surprisingly the question seemed to be aimed at herself as well. His answering laugh was did not have the mocking edge she expected it to have. It was pure amused joy. "My Dear, Sweet, Blair... We may act the part from time to time, but we will never be proper or god forbid normal as a couple or otherwise." He told her actually putting his glass down to make air quotes around the words proper and normal. "We have something special, something unique. You might not believe this, but you have no idea how long I've been looking for it, the things I've done in search of it. Please, don't misunderstand, I want this to work, I understand you... you need the other stuff, that you want us to grow, but that doesn't mean we need to give up what already exists between us. I will make you a promise, here and now, Blair, we will never be a once a week, bedroom only, fifteen minutes of foreplay, missionary position couple. And, I think, you know that, but if... if that is going to be a problem then..." He continued, all traces of amusement vanishing, sitting forward in his seat, his eyes capturing hers and boring into them, his voice deep, clear, intense and direct. His intensity froze her. His dark eyes searched hers and asked questions whose answers were at he same time simple and incredibly difficult and confusing for her. She could clearly see this was no on-the-spot, spur-of-the-moment diatribe. He had thought this through, the way; she realized he did with everything, even when it seemed spontaneous. Blair could not find the words to respond as she felt her heart pound in her chest, her hands nervously smoothing her sundress over her thighs unconsciously. "He has thought of us as a couple with a future." The thought echoed in her mind. The little, ignored with stubborn determination fear that had been quietly, persistently gnawing at her insides, that this was still some elaborate game of his, choked and died. She took a deep shuddering breath and let it out before rising and without a word walked to him and settled onto his lap, his arms slipping around her as she wrapped one around his neck and dangled her legs over the armrest of his seat. She could feel the bulge of his erection pressed against her hip. "You know me too well, Chuck. It scares me almost as much as it excites me." She admitted as he looked down at her, the heat of his hands seeping through her dress and into her skin. "Would it make it any easier if I told you that you make me feel like I don't know myself as well as I thought and that, that scares me too?" he asked quietly. "Sort of." She answered truthfully after considering his words, feeling a smile slide onto her lips. She captured his chin and used it to pull his lips down to hers. The kiss started off slow, and light, and slowly grew in intensity and pressure until she hungrily parted her lips under his so that their tongues could twine and tangle with abandon. She moaned into his mouth as Chuck's hand made its way under the hem of her skirt, up her thigh and then firmly cupped and started to caress her sex through the lace of her panties making her channel clench and flood, her cream coating her folds and seeping into her panties as if drawn to his fingers. Blair was grateful she had settled on a light camisole instead of a bra as her nipples sprang to full, tingling attention, sliding along the silk and pressing against his hard chest. She slowly undid the buttons of his shirt until she could run her hand across the hard, smooth, hairless, curved planes of his chest, lightly tweaking the nipple when she found it. "Can't we do this in the toilet?" she asked when he let her up for air, nervously eyeing the flimsy seeming curtain that hid them from the stewardess. "This may be a state-of-the-art private jet, Blair, but the toilet is still quite cramped." He informed her before lowering his head and swirling his tongue wetly in the hollow at the base of her throat eliciting a stifled moan from her at the warm, slithery sensation and the gooseflesh-raising tingle as he deliberately blew on the skin he had wet. "What about the stewardess?" she wondered in concern. A little frown creased his smooth forehead. "I could ask her to join us. If you like? She seemed like an open-minded kind of person, but I didn't really think you like her all that much." He told her with a thoughtful expression that was just a touch overplayed. She swatted his shoulder. "You picked up on that did you?" she noted and he nodded. But, you know that's not what I meant." She accused him. "Don't worry, Blair. No one will bother us, unless the plane is actually about to crash." He reassured her with conviction. Blair narrowed her eyes. "You've done this before, on this jet." She stated rather than asked. "Once or twice." He admitted freely. "With her?" Blair asked gesturing at the curtain with her head, the words coming out of her mouth before she could stop them or modulate the jealous tone in her voice. "No, Blair... I haven't boffed the help since I was about fourteen, too many hassles and... as you know... I do prefer brunettes." He replied his lips twitching with amusement as he wrapped a curl of her hair around his finger. "You're completely incorrigible, do you know that?" she informed him with a resigned sigh and a slow shake of her head as she untangled herself from him, brushing his hand away, got off his lap to stand in front of him and looked down at him sternly. "Angry sex it is then." He commented as he almost casually undid his belt and undid and unzipped his pants. The cool, reserved act she had been trying to cultivate simply crumbled under his infectious, crooked grin and light playful tone and she laughed. "Maybe not so angry then?" he asked rhetorically, drawing another silvery peal of mirth from her. "Enough... You win." She finally surrendered all pretenses and with a last glance at the curtain, reached under her dress and slid her panties off her hips, freed the sodden material from her flesh and let them slither down her legs before stepping out of them. He reached for her, his fingers tickling the back of her knees before he slid his hands up along the sides of her thighs, causing her dress to ride up as he pulled her toward him. She in turn reached out and fished his erection out of the fly of his silk boxers, wrapping her hand around the base, feeling him throb hotly against her grip. The seat was wide enough for her to rest her knees on either side of his thighs, straddling them as his hands at her hips guided her and she positioned him, her free hand resting on his shoulder for balance. She felt his tip slide through her folds and her breath hitched and she let out a little gasp as he brushed over her clit and a surge of sensation made her twitch. They co-operated and she settled a little more of her weight onto him to seat him at her entrance, just starting to stretch her before his arms locked and he held her in place. Blair let go of his cock and rested her hand on his other shoulder before leaning forward, feeling him shift slightly, but neither slip free or go any deeper than he was. She moved with him as he leaned back and then they were kissing, soft and slow, with gentle nips, light sucking lips and flicking, fencing tongues. They both groaned as he relaxed his hold and she let gravity do its job and sank slowly onto him. She rested her forehead on his, her half-lidded eyes locked with his, her hair having tumbled down and forward in a curtain that left them in a close, intimate, shadowy cocoon as he inexorably traveled towards her core. He filled and stretched her steadily but slowly, without thrusting or pulling her down even as his nimble fingers massaged the curve of her hips and the upper slope of her buttocks. Her channel would clutch at him, resisting the inevitable and halting his journey along with the sweet trail of fiery friction it created and she would see the corners of his eyes twitch in response to the pressure before her flesh adjusted and she continued to drop. Chuck whispered her name with such awe that she felt a shiver slide up her spine as after what felt like a delightful, yet torturous eternity she settled onto his lap and he was fully ensconced in her flexing, molten femininity. "God, that feels good!" he breathed and they both shifted their hips, grinding together and making sure as much of him as was physically possible was buried inside her. "Yesss... it is." She hissed in agreement, rocking back and forth as she adjusted to the fullness of his penetration. Blair swallowed to wet her mouth and throat that felt dry, licking her lips for same reason as she flicked her hair back and out of her face before she started to rise and drag herself up along his thick, throbbing shaft. He cupped her ass, helping and guiding her as she rose to the point where he was just barely inside her. "Do it." Chuck challenged, his voice low and enticing and she felt her sex twist and flood in answer before she impaled herself onto him again in a single fluid stroke. She ground against him, feeling his chest rumble against hers as he growled his response before she lifted herself and did it again. She rode him slowly, rocking and circling her hips as she rose and fell with a steady rhythm and pace. Pleasure ebbed and flowed through her, but was a constant tide washing across her senses as she made little adjustment to get him to hit just the right spots. He shifted his grip, wrapping one arm around her, her ass sort of resting on his forearm, to free the other. "You're just so damn sexy when you let yourself be." He whispered into her ear before he slid the strap of her dress and camisole off the curve of her shoulder and peeled back the material of both to expose her left breast. His lip latched onto her nipple and she groaned his name as a tingling surge of pleasure seemed to connect his sucking lips on her beast to her flexing, flooding sex. He nipped, sucked, licked, flicked and rolled the hard, sparking nub of her nipple as she rose and fell along his length. "That's good... oh so good!" she praised his actions. His hand massaged one breast through the material of her dress and camisole while his mouth attended to the other he had bared, sending different, but equally delightful sensations radiating into her chest. Each stroke and stimulation fueled the fire inside her, stoking the furnace higher and pushing her closer towards her release. Blair's cries of pleasure and enjoyment grew in volume as her movements became more enthusiastic and he joined in with harder thrusts. A small part of her warned that she might be heard, but a louder, wilder, wickeder part stated that she was being heard and that no one could mistake what they were doing as anything other than what it was. She felt a secret thrill at the naughtiness of it, the daring nature of it and it amped up her excitement. It took her close to the edge, yet gave her the will to skate along it. Chuck had known. He knew she would and a childish part of her resented him for it, but she shushed it with the knowledge that without him, she would not have had the awareness of this side of her if it weren't for him. She leaned back, trusting to his grip and her hands locked behind his neck, her strokes now shallow and fast, more of a rocking, rolling grind than a rising, falling ride as she pressed her breasts into his ministrations. The cabin was upside down as it rose and fell, strange and chaotic, yet enjoyably distracting. She started to pant, finding it hard to find the air she needed as her climax clamored for release and she felt the quivers inside her graduate to tremors as her flesh tried to obey her mind and resist the inevitable in an attempt to continue the building pressure and delectable tension. She succeeded for a little while longer. He lifted his mouth from her breast and his heavy inhalations and exhalations through his nose joined her gasps and cries and pants. Blair drew her head up to find his jaw clenched and his teeth gritted, his expression set in strained determination, his eyes ablaze with desire and passion. It was equal parts that wild, at-the-edge-of-control look and his cock finding the heart of her core with a forceful thrust that plunged her over the edge. Her tremors became a continuous shudder and her back arched around his arm as she threw her head back again. The small part of her that still believed in propriety caused her teeth to clamp down around the wail of bliss that bubbled out of her throat. Her sex locked hard around his cock, and she could feel it pulse against her vice-like embrace as it twisted and squeezed against it while his hips jerked driving him still deeper. Pleasure radiated through her in unrelenting shockwaves, her nerves fizzed and popped with the electric energy of her climax, her heart hammered at her chest and her lungs were on fire even though her nostrils flared to drag in more air. She heard him grunt and let out a long, almost pained groan as she felt him swell against her rippling channel and then his seed joined the torrent of liquid heat she was already producing. Blair opened her mouth to drag in sweet cool air and found that her scream had not quite run its course. She clutched at his shoulders and neck, pulling herself to him and burying her face against his neck and using it to muffle her ragged cry. His arms came around her and they held each other through the storm of their climax as muscles misfired under the direction of sparking nerves and her skin tingled and buzzed with bliss. It felt as if they were shuddering in counterpoint. His breath was hot against the skin of her neck. "You're amazing." He stated against the shell of her ear. "You're not so bad yourself." She responded breathlessly, still trying to get her breathing and heart rate back under control as her body relaxed against his. Blair let out a yelp of surprise, clutching at him again as the world suddenly shook and rattled around them. "Easy, Blair... Relax... It's okay." He reassured her, but she still jumped slightly as their champagne flutes fell from the table before everything settled again. "Apologies, Mr. Bass. Just some unexpected turbulence." The pilot's voice came from a hidden speaker. "See? Nothing to worry about, but It's official... You rock my world." Chuck quipped. "That's not funny, Chuck." She countered, feeling herself shiver with the unexpected fright she'd received. "You might be right, but it's still true." He told her as he stroked her hair and back lightly. She lifted her head and his lips captured hers in a soft, intimate kiss as she felt him shrink out of her and their combined juices started to slowly follow. She finally relaxed in his arms, letting her head rest on his chest. "Maybe you should go... freshen up in the bathroom. The stewardess is going to need to square away anything that might have gotten shook loose and as nice as it is to have you right where you are, let's leave a little something to her imagination." He suggested after a little while. "Carry me." She told him, just to see if he would do it and because she had become extremely comfortable. "Really?" he queried with a slight raise of his eyebrow. "Yes." She replied simply. "Mind tucking me away and doing up my trousers, first?" he enquired. "You'll do anything for me to touch your dick, won't you?" she sighed playfully. "Pretty much." He chuckled as she did as he asked, feeling him harden slightly at her touch. His zipper seemed loud in the relative silence of the cabin. Chuck rearranged his hold on her while she readjusted herself back into her camisole and dress before she hooked an arm around his neck. She felt him tense to take her weight and then told him to stop. He gave her a quizzical look, but instead of explaining she reached down and then had to strain before triumphantly holding up her panties for him to see. She could still smell the perfume of her arousal that had soaked into the crotch. "Oh." He said in understanding and placing her sweetest smile on her face she tucked the little undergarment into his breast pocket. "Something to remember me by." She informed him, lightly patting the bulge her panties made in his pocket and giving him a saucy wink. "As if I'd forget this." He admitted and lifted her as he rose to his feet. TO BE CONTINUED