The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 14 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 FOURTEEN Chuck had lied, of course, there was more than enough room, yet she could not muster any anger at him. Blair could still feel him inside her and the remnants of her climax continued to buoy her mood. She had expected an airline toilet, but this was a bathroom, just sans the bath. She looked at herself in the mirror, noting the slight flush to her cheeks and smudged lipstick. She straightened her clothes and fixed her hair and make-up, but the flush and the feel of him inside her remained when she exited. Everything in the cabin was straightened up when she returned to her seat and Chuck handed her another glass of champagne. "We'll be landing in fifteen minutes. We'll drop our stuff in our suite, freshen up and I've made reservations at Celadon, for six. It's trendy, popular and I am sure us being seen there will get tongues a wagging and fingers a texting. Besides, Its in the historic Napa Mill and has an incredible view." He informed her. "Suites." She corrected absently taking a sip of her champagne. "Excuse me?" he queried with a frown. "Suites, as in plural, as in two." She explained, holding up two fingers to make her point. "Why?" he asked, drawing out the word. "Propriety. We might be showing people that we are dating, but we don't have to let them know we are sleeping together." She explained as if it were obvious. He raised an eyebrow. "But, we are amongst other things, sleeping together." He noted coolly and she started to pay a little more attention hearing his tone. "I know, but..." she paused. "But?" he urged leaning forward. "But, I... I have cultivated... I have a reputation... I mean... I... Oh shoot! It sounds silly when I say it out loud." She admitted feeling a strange sense of guilt under his dark, steady and unwavering stare. She was about to apologize further when she noted the corners of his mouth twitch. "You're just too precious, Blair." Chuck noted, loosely contained laughter coloring his tone as he let his amused smile spread across his face. "What's so funny?" She snapped a little snippily. She did not like being laughed at. "We have a suite of rooms, Blair. Five to be precise with bedrooms on either end, one of which porters will very visibly take your things into. I might enjoy sullying the hell out of that sweet ass of yours, but I would never sully your reputation. The illusion of your chaste virtue will remain untarnished, at least in terms of corroborating proof to the contrary. People will think what they will." He explained leisurely and she had the distinct impression that her surly reaction only added to his amusement and she struggled to bring it under control. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "That was a little blunt, but I think I like that I am the only person who knows who you really are, just how sexy and sensual you can be. And, I think I'd like that to last as long as it can." he admitted without a single trace of amusement. "He can be so infuriating with his smugness and games, but then he says things like that." She thought and felt all her anger and tension simply evaporate. She got up, crossed the short distance between them and lightly holding his chin to tilt his face upwards kissed him. It was a firm, yet light and warm connection, which she ended after a half dozen heartbeats after lightly running the tip of her tongue over his lower lip. "I think I like that too." She smiled down at him and he inclined his head ever so slightly in agreement with an answering smile. "It does mean, you will have to sneak from your room to mine if you intend sleeping with me this weekend." He informed her. "We'll see." She responded without pause recognizing one of his challenges when she saw it and he chuckled wickedly. There was a chime and a moment later the stewardess returned to the cabin to request that they be seated and buckle up as the pilot was just about ready to prepare for descent. Blair cold have sworn the blonde's smile was more knowing than hospitable as she stowed away their empty champagne flutes and did the final checks before returning to her seat behind the curtain. The landing was as smooth as the take off and the ride to the hotel was enjoyed in comfortable silence except for a simple request from Chuck: He asked if she would switch off her phone until they were flying back. She considered asking him why, but the tone of his request had been without its usual smug, manipulative overtones. It seemed heartfelt and without agenda, so she went one better. After sending a text to Darhoda to tell her that she would be out of contact for a while, she switched off her mobile and after only a slight pause, handed him her phone. "Keep it for me." She proposed simply as he took it, his thumb caressing her hand while he nodded acknowledgement. He hadn't been kidding about the suite. It was huge, with five interconnected rooms, the centre one being the largest with a living room set up with a stupendous home entertainment centre. A large four poster, canopied bed didn't even dominate her room and she took a few moments to drink in the stunning view from the large glass doors that led to a balcony after the porter drew aside the curtains, flooding the room with the last light of the day. It was, in her mind, actually seven rooms if he had the same bathroom attached to his room. She eyed the huge, marble, sunken bathtub and its gleaming, dolphin shaped taps with considerable interest. There were several crystal carafes perched on the edge of the tub and after a little investigation found they contained bath oils of various fragrances. She was used to a certain level of luxury, but this was just plain extravagant and just so like Chuck. She started the water running and chose the bath oil the smelled faintly of cherries and vanilla. The sound of knuckles on wood drew her from the bathroom back into her bedroom to find Chuck casually leaning against the doorframe. "Does everything meet with your approval?" he asked and she made an overdramatic sow of considering his question. "The bath could be a little bigger, I couldn't quite swim in it." She replied with a fake pout. He laughed, a deep, warm sound as he pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the room. "Close the door, Chuck. The tub is big enough for two." She instructed with a smoky, sultry note in her voice. "I don't think I can do that... it might muddy the propriety of our arrangement." He responded and she raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Suit yourself." She responded after a moment, turning back to the bathroom door before she slid first one and then the other of the shoulder straps of her dress off the curves of her shoulders. She had to wriggle a little as she stepped forward, but the dress slid down off her body and she literally walked out of it. She craned her head and flashed him her best 'So you think you're so smart' look over her shoulder as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, dropping it behind her as she disappeared into the bathroom. Blair briefly wondered if her panties were still in his pocket and smiled when she heard the door shut. The tub had filled up surprisingly quickly and she tested the water, finding the temperature just a little hotter than preferred. She let the cold water run for a little longer and then turned it off. Steam wafted of the water in lazy tendrils and the scent from the bath oil filled the room. She refrained from looking behind her as she felt his eyes on her as she ran her hand through the water. She gathered her hair and twirled it into a loose bun on top of her head and she heard him make a soft noise as she exposed her neck before she stepped into the bath. The water was a soft, warm caress as she sank into it and lie back letting her head rest on the curved edge furthest from the taps. She stretched her toes and didn't come anywhere near reaching the other side of the marble oval. She finally deigned to turn her head to look at him and was disappointed to find him in the doorway, talking quietly on his mobile. He snapped the phone closed and sauntered towards her. "What was that about?" she asked curiously wandering why he was still fully dressed. She had thought she had made her invitation quite clear. "You just reminded me of something I need to... sort out." He responded with blank faced innocence that made her suspicious, but she had more pressing matters to discuss. "You're not joining me?" she enquired with a slight frown. "As, tempting as the offer is, no. To share a tub like this properly, with you, Miss Waldorf, would take more time than we have right now, but I will wash your back for you." He explained and offered in return as he settled behind her. Blair sighed as he planted a light kiss on the side of her neck, tilting her head and rubbing her cheek against the back of hand he had rested on her shoulder. "We could make time. I am sure they have an excellent room service menu here." She suggested hopefully as her imagination took inspiration from his words and mused as to what he meant by sharing the tub 'properly' might entail and her body woke to the anticipation of finding out. Her nipples started to stiffen despite the heat of the steaming water and her sex flowered open and she had to lick lips that felt suddenly dry. The last few months had woken something in her and Chuck had shown her how to access it and embrace it. She reached up and took his hand from her shoulder and guided it down to her breast, squeezing her fingers around his to cup her firm globe and swelling nipple. Chuck's lips vibrated against the skin of her neck as he murmured her name as he fondled her breast and rolled her nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger. She heard him growl in her ear, more puppy than his usual mountain lion, just before he abruptly withdrew his hand and any contact with her and Blair made a sound of frustrated disappointment in response. "I think I'll rescind that offer to wash your back. I don't think I'll be able to stop there." He admitted as she let her head drop back to look up at him, his face upside down over hers. "What are you playing at Chuck?" she asked as she could see desire in his eyes along with his usually smug, wicked amusement and yet he wasn't acting on it. He leaned forward and kissed her, their inverted position making it feel a little different that she was becoming used to. "I'll leave you to enjoy your bath." He told her without responding to her query after he broke the soft, but probing kiss and rose. "But, I want to..." she protested, twisting with the water splashing to keep him in sight as he headed for the door. She saw the bulge in the front of his trousers before he turned "I know." He replied over his shoulder to her unfinished request. The sudden urgency of her desire despite what they had done not hours ago on the flight there, as it always seemed to, caught her by surprise with its intensity, the sweet, tense itch suddenly making itself known in her loins. She didn't want him to leave; she wanted him naked in the tub with her, his hands and lips on her skin and ultimately his thick, long shaft inside her. "Come on, Chuck. Whatever the game is you win. Now come back here and take your prize, take me." She capitulated even though she didn't quite get what he was doing. She could see the tension in him and the desire in his face. "Oh Blair. If only you knew how much I'm not winning right now." He responded, turning at the door and she frowned at him. "Then, to hell with the reservations, Chuck. Come back here and we'll both win." She suggested, standing, the water sheeting down her body, caressing and tickling her skin as she offered herself to him. She saw Chuck's hand tense on the doorframe, his knuckles going white as his eyes blazed and swept across her naked, glistening form. She watched as his tongue made a slow circuit of his lips. "Damn, you are beautiful and there are all kinds of things I'd like to do to you right now." He said with awe and an overtone of wistfulness in his voice. He wanted her. It was plain to see, very plain, but there was also a certain set to his shoulders, a stiffness to his spine that said. Blair frowned. "What was his game?" she wondered. He sighed, a heavy regret-filled noise. "Don't think to badly of me. I promise I'll make it up to you. See you in an hour or there about." He continued and before she could say anything left the room and closed the door behind him with a soft, final click. Still frowning, Blair slowly lowered herself back in the water. She didn't know what concerned her more, that she had practically thrown herself at him or that he had turned her down. She sponged herself slowly as she mulled over Chuck's behavior and missed his offer to at least wash her back. Her skin tingled and her nipples and sex were prickly and sensitive with traces of arousal before settling back into the water as far as she could, almost floating and closed her eyes. She was both intrigued and annoyed, but the warm water was doing its job, soaking the tension out of her body and with a sigh she let it go. She was dealing with Chuck after all; to fathom his motive at the best of times would give any sane person a headache. All the same, she did make a mental note to probe him about it later; Blair Waldorf did not take rejection, no matter how polite or reluctant, well. Blair soaked for a while and thought of nothing in particular, just drifting and enjoying the luxury of the bath until the water became tepid and she decided, a little regretfully, to get out. She patted herself dry with one of the large, soft, fluffy bath sheets and then proceeded into her room to find that her bags had been unpacked for her. Evening had fallen while she was in the bath, but some one had opened the doors and warm breeze wafted in. It was a clear balmy night out with stars twinkling in the velvety dark of the night sky. She chose a simple, lavender silk slip dress with an embroidered bodice and hem along with a matching strapless, lace bra and panty set underneath. She finished her outfit; such as it was, with a pair of ivory strappy Effendi sandals and a single strand of pearls. She did her make-up, just a few light touches before she brushed out her hair, glad that the steam had not affected it too badly and then rummaging through her things she found a headband that worked with her simple outfit and would keep her hair out of her face. She checked herself in the large ornate, full-length oval mirror and smiled over her shoulder at how the fit of the dress accentuated her form. She opened her door and heard the sound of the television coming from down the hall. She followed the sound and found Chuck, immaculately dressed in a light Armani linen jacket and trousers. His shirt was just a shade or two paler than her dress and pinstriped, casually sitting on the sofa flipping through channel. His clothes some how made his skin seem paler and his hair darker, but he was dapper as usual. He unfolded from his seat and rose with a smile. "You look lovely." He complimented her. She thanked him while thinking: "Did he just say lovely?" and willing herself not to frown. "Have you been waiting long?" she enquired. "No, not at all. Shall we go?" He replied offering her his arm. Blair was thinking she'd stepped into the twilight zone, but she kept her speculation to herself. Blair noticed two girls and their families who went to Constance as they entered the restaurant with Chuck's hand at the small of her back guiding her to their table. Their mobiles were out and they were busily texting before Chuck even pulled a chair out for her. He'd been the perfect gentlemen; as in an actual perfect gentlemen, no innuendo, no touching and lots of inane small talk. She had to fight the urge to grab him by the collar and shake him while demanding he tell her what the hell he was up to, but his smile remained light and pleasant and he was attentive and considerate as they ordered. By the time they were waiting for their dessert, she couldn't take it anymore and leaned forward. "First the bath and now... now you're acting like... well, Nate on Prozac. Chuck, what's wrong with you? Is it me?" she asked directly. "Whatever do you mean?" he countered. "Chuck..." she said his name warningly. He looked around as if to check if anyone were in earshot and then leaned closer to her. "It's definitely not you. I needed to play a specific role for you at the moment and I had to get into character." He explained and she frowned. "But, I... Like the character you are. I never asked you to..." She told him, although in her mind she hadn't used the word like. "No, you didn't and I'm sure you do, but I don't think, for our current purposes, the world is ready for that... yet." He continued, letting his hand rest lightly on hers. "Yet?" she mused and just for a moment his wicked, promising smile flashed onto his face. "We were alone in the bathroom. There was no one for you to act in front of, so what gives and don't give me any getting into character BS, you are the consummate actor, you can turn it on a dime." She noted. "I'm going to take that as a compliment, I think." He responded with a chuckle and she raised and eyebrow to indicate that as an answer it was unsatisfactory. He sighed. "If you must know, that bath would have eventually led to the bed and you were right they do have excellent room service and having you all to myself for two whole days in a bed like that was simply too tempting. Oh the things I thought of doing to you." He answered, his voice going wistful and suggestive at the end. Blair felt her cheeks heat as her imagination expanded on his words. "I think I'd like you to take me back to the hotel now. You did say you were going to make it up to me." Blair requested as her earlier frustration transmuted into desire and she felt the itch in her loins flare into life and the tingle of arousal spread from it to awaken her body. She felt absolutely no inclination to repress or deny it. "But, we preordered the soufflŽ." He countered. "Fuck the soufflŽ." She growled softly, watching his eyes widen at her language and then widen even further as she closed the distance and kissed him in a way that could in no way be mistaken as plutonic. Chuck just started to kiss her back when she broke the kiss and rose from her seat at the same time. "Shall we?" she enquired cheerfully, more than a little pleased with herself for surprising him so thoroughly. He licked his lips, leaning back into his seat and looking up at her, once again the Chuck she had gotten to know so well over the last few months. "Let's." he purred. He fished in his pocket for a moment and then held up his Platinum card, their waiter was there almost instantaneously. "Could we settle the bill quickly, please? We have to leave... I have... just been informed I have... important matters to attend to." He told the waiter without taking his eyes of her, eyes that were almost stripping her right there in the middle of the restaurant. The waiter's eyes flicked to her with a smile twitching at his lips. "Right away, sir. It wouldn't do to keep you from such exquisitely pressing matters." The waiter replied, taking the proffered card and hurrying off. He returned only minutes later to return the card and have Chuck sign it. "Good man." Chuck praised and she saw him leave a hundred dollar bill as a tip as he rose. "One more thing, could you send our soufflŽs to each of those girls with the compliments of Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf?" He instructed and the waiter confirmed which girls he meant and nodded. Chuck led her out of the restaurant and this time his hand was well south of the small of her back. Blair actually thought she saw one of the girls fingers blur with the speed at which she was texting while the other made absolutely no attempt to hide the fact that she was taking a photo of them. "Well... Cat's out of the bag now." She noted as he ushered her into the car. "Out and dancing with a top hat and spats on." He confirmed. "That was the plan, Blair." He reminded her before leaning forward and whispering something to the driver before raising the partition. "I know, but..." she started, but her words were swallowed by his lips and became a satisfied sigh as he kissed her and pulled her into his arm. She kissed him back hungrily, groaning into his mouth as his hand slid up under her dress along the inside of her thigh to cup and caress her sex through her panties with dexterous fingers. Her snatch twisted and flexed against itself and she felt herself in an attempt to scratch the growing itch in her loins and she felt herself flood, her panties becoming damp against his fingers as she ground against his hand. She wormed her hand in between them and ran her hand along the thick, long tube of his trouser clad erection, feeling it twitch and throb in reaction. Blair sucked in a heavy, cool breath as his lips slid from hers to nibble at her chin and brush along the column of her neck. He sucked at her racing pulse point and swirled his tongue in a wet spiral in the hollow at the base of her throat before proceeding lower. His lips vibrated over her cleavage as she squeezed and massaged the hot tube of his dick and she was surprised when his hand caught her wrist as she started to lower his zipper. "Patience, My Sweet." He whispered into the shell of her ear. "Not fair." she whined, biting her lip as he manipulated her clit through the lace of her panties. "It'll be worth it. I promise." He purred, nipping at her earlobe. The sound of the tires changed and the ride became a little rougher as if they were no longer on a tarred road. "This isn't the way to the hotel." She accused him as she struggled to look out the window of the car. "No." he answered succinctly. "Where are we going?" she asked curiously. "Seeing you in that bath, the idea of having you wet all over... gave me an idea. I said I'd make it up to you, that's what I'm doing. Can you be patient just a little longer?" he coaxed. "The phone call you made." She wondered and he nodded. "You planned this all along?" she half-asked, half-stated and he nodded again. "I guess I can wait a little longer, but just a little." She finally capitulated with a squeeze to his cock. TO BE CONTINUED