The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 15 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. Further, apologies for the length of time between this update and the last. I just simply had a hard time writing it the way I wanted, if that makes any sense and I am still not 100 percent sure it works. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER FIFTEEN They made out leisurely, the contact more intimate than enflaming, even though Blair had a growing sense of anticipation as she couldn't quite stop herself from wondering what Chuck had planned. When the car stopped, she was surprised to find that it was dark outside, with the only light coming from the moon and the car's headlights. "Come on." Chuck encouraged, opening the door and taking her hand to pull her along as he exited. Gravel crunched under the soles of her sandals as light from the open door illuminated a tall hedge in front of her and casting her gaze from side to side noted that it seemed to run on forever, disappearing into the darkness of a flat, featureless country landscape. "Where are we?" she asked partly out of curiosity and partly out of concern. "Just a little further." He urged without answering, his teeth flashing in a wide eager smile. Blair let him tug at her hand for a moment before she followed as he tugged lightly at her hand and away from the car and its pool of light. She had never seen him like this either. He seemed genuinely excited, which piqued her curiosity even further. She heard a creak and was surprised to see Chuck simply disappear into the hedge. She sped up her step to catch up and gasped as he led her through an old, weather worn door and onto a white, crushed marble path that was lit by paper lanterns at regular interval as it curved out of sight. The path led through a well-manicured garden with vast, ornate flowerbeds, some of which were even night blooming as well as wonderfully artistic topiaries depicting an assortment of animals. The giant animals were both eerie and beautiful in the dim light. "Wow, this is amazing!" she commented now walking next to him, but with her hand still in his. "I'm glad you like it. A family friend owns the estate, a friend of my mom, actually." He explained, looking away as he spoke, but not before she saw his eyes tighten and the smile vanish from his face. His mother was the ultimate no fly zone. It had been for as long as she had known him. She had died giving birth to him and he blamed his father's dysfunction relationship with him on that fact, but she knew he loved his mother, even without having actually met her. When he turned back to her his smile was once again bright and jovial. "I spent a couple of summers here when I was a kid, but it has been a while since I've been back." He continued. "I have stayed in touch with their son and was lucky he was in town." He noted as they came to another hedge, which had no gate, just a wide arched entryway through which the path continued. "I'd like to beg your indulgence one more time. Would you close your eyes until I tell you to open them?" he asked quietly bringing them to a halt. "You're enjoying this. Aren't you?" she accused mildly and he grinned. "What do I get for all this indulgence?" she asked out of sheer spite, having already made up her mind to do as he asked. He made a show of considering her question and then he was pulling her toward him. She yelped in surprise as he spun her into his arms and then dipped her before hungrily crushing his lips to hers as she clutched at him before finding he had her securely held and relaxed into the kiss with a soft sigh. When he broke the kiss, she laughed breathlessly as he righted her. "Will that do?" he asked with a smirk and a saucy wink. She made a show of considering his question although she felt positively giddy from his kiss. "I guess it will." She replied coquettishly and he laughed with a rueful shake of his head. "Just close you eyes, Blair, and keep them closed until I tell you different." He instructed and she gave him a flippant, mock salute before shutting her eyes. She found herself unconsciously leaning against him as he led her, she assumed, down the path with his arm across her back and his hand lightly resting on her hip. The scent of jasmine tickled her nose as she felt the path start to descend. "What are you up to, Chuck?" she asked, not really expecting an answer. "Just a little further." He responded and she could actually here the glee in his voice. His penchant for theatrics had put her in some surprising situations in the past and memories of the nightclub roof flashed by on the insides of her eyelids and she felt another flush of arousal trickle through her. She was genuinely curious as to where he was leading her, but also by his obvious excitement, whatever it was it was bound to be spectacular, and considering Chuck's standards she had to resist the urge to open her eyes. He brought them to a halt. "Go ahead, open your eyes." He told her and despite her burning curiosity it took her a few moments before she complied. "Oh My!" she breathed out at the sight he was presenting her. He had stopped them about two thirds of the way down the slope of a bowl like depression. The path and its trail of candle lanterns continued to the floor of the bowl. The second hedge they had passed through surrounded the depression and she could see three other unlit paths, but what held her gaze was where they all converged. It was a round, marble edged pool under a huge wooden gazebo covered in night blossoming jasmine and hung with several lanterns, leaving it in a soft pool of light. Thick tendrils of steam rose off the water, adding to the dreamlike quality of the scene as she slowly walked closer. There were also several benches scattered around the edge of the gazebo. "This... This is amazing, Chuck." She admitted as he trailed behind her. "Seeing you in the bath reminded me of this place. Well put the image of you into the memory of this place to be more precise. I had nearly forgotten that this place existed." He informed her as they reached the gazebo. She turned to face him. "I take it we're alone here?" she enquired and he nodded, his eyes lighting up as he anticipated the reason fro her question. "Then stay right there." She instructed taking a step away from him. Blair removed her headband and shook out her hair as she let it drop to the ground. She bit her lip for a moment and then flashed him her best sultry, come hither smile over her shoulder as she reached up and slid the thin strap of her dress off the curve of her shoulder and down her arm. She repeated the process on the other side and with a wiggle and an added sway to her step the dress started to slide down. Typically Chuck, he had not entirely heeded her instruction and had followed her, but more slowly and now leaned against the gazebo after removing his jacket, watching her as after a few tugs and a shimmy to encourage it, her dress finally puddled around her feet and she was able to step out of it, leaving her in her underwear and shoes, She heard him sigh in appreciation and smiled to herself as she was once again facing away from him. She noted there were stairs running down into the pool. She bent forward, presenting her ass to him and looking over her shoulder to observe his reaction while she undid her sandals. It wasn't a striptease exactly, but close. He mimicked a kiss at her, his eyes glued to her ass, as she deliberately swayed it slightly from side to side, and blazing with desire as he undid the cuffs of his shirt. She issued a smoky little chuckle, partly out of amusement at his playfulness and partly out of simple joy as she straightened and tested the water with the tip of her toe. It was warm. She stepped in and the warm caress of the water worked its way up her legs and then up her body. She stepped off the last step and the water reached to just under her arms and the floor seemed level. She pushed off, wading into the pool and dipping her head under the surface to make her emersion in the warm liquid complete. She let the water buoy her and back to the surface in search of Chuck. She raked some strands of her now wet hair out of her face and found him standing at the head of the stairs leading into the pool in only his boxers, watching her intently. "You are going to join me this time, aren't you?" she queried as she blinked water out of her eyes and fanned her hands in the water to keep herself afloat. His eyes were a caress warmer than that of the water. "I'd like to watch for a little while longer if you don't mind. You're a... graceful swimmer." He informed her. His pause and the amused twitch of his lips made her a little suspicious and she looked down and laughed when she looked back up to see him wink. The water had turned the lace of her underwear transparent and to his eyes she was all but naked. "Very funny." She commented, but humored him and waded around the pool, deliberately turning often to alternately and flirtatiously show him her ass or her breasts. She had her back to him when she heard the splash of him entering the pool. Blair spun in the water and he was right there. She back pedaled as he moved closer, a challenge in her eyes until her back came up against the edge of the pool and his body pressed against hers as she let her feet settle to the floor. He was no longer wearing his boxers. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling it throb against her grip. "Why hello there." She greeted him with a smile as he placed his hand on either side of her before capturing her lips with his. She let her eyes flutter closed, tilted her head and cupped his cheek to accept his sucking lips and darting, lapping tongue while she stroked his length. He broke the kiss by degrees, sucking at her tongue for a moment after their lips had parted. She licked her lips as she opened her eyes. "You're wearing too many clothes, Miss Waldorf." He admonished her and with a disapproving cluck of his tongue against his teeth, completely negated by a grin and a wink he sank down under the water and out of her grasp. She felt him tug at the waistband of her panties. The wet material was a little stubborn, but he managed to peel it off her hips and drag them down her legs. The wet lace clung to her sex for a moment and she was surprised to find the water cool against the heat of her sex when it came free. His lips were even warmer as he pressed them to her clit and sucked at it for a moment before exhaling. A shiver ran through her and her drawn out moan sounded loud in the silence as bubbles tickled her sex and slid up along her belly in an erratic caress, while she struggled for a moment to step out of her sodden panties. His head broke the surface with water pouring off it. She slicked his hair out of his face as his hands grasped the back of her thigh and lifted her off her feet. She kept her fingers buried in his hair, bending his head back as she hungrily kissed him while wrapping her legs around his waist as he shifted between them and positioned her over him and then on him. She felt his dickhead slide through her folds and wedge into her entrance, slightly stretching her tight opening before he pinned her against the rim of the pool. He returned her kiss, playfully nipping and dueling with her tongue. Chuck relaxed his hold and moved back ever so slightly and the buoyancy of the water fought gravity for a moment, suspending them and then she was slowly sinking onto his thick, hard shaft. His legs had apparently been bent and the progress of his manhood filling and stretching her intimate flesh as it forged a path to her core sped up as he thrust. She threw her head back and her hair followed suite, the wet mass slapping the marble of the pools edge as she arched over it and bore down on him with a groan tumbling from her lips as he released them and lowered his head to press his warm lips to the wet skin of her chest before dragging them lower. His tongue skirted the scalloped tops of her bra cups and then snaked into her cleavage as she settled completely onto him and squirmed against his slowly bucking, grinding hips as she adjusted to his welcome invasion. Her sex flexed and squeezed at his member sparking with pleasure at its unyielding resistance. He started to slowly rock his hips and she tensed and relaxed her legs, helping him to saw in and out of her in delightful, shallow strokes. "The clasp's at the front." she whined as her nipples scraped against the rapidly cooling, wet lace that was no longer in the water, as they grew even harder with excitement and not the change in temperature. She gasped and hissed when instead of removing the now irritatingly uncomfortable under garment, he hungrily captured one of her nipples through the material. His mouth was warm and soothing while his nipping, testing teeth sent a shock of sensation lancing into her chest, a torturously delicious mix of pleasure and discomfort that made her roll her shoulder and press against his lips. He repeated the process on her other nipple, getting the same result before relenting. It interrupted the rhythm they had begun to build for a moment, but they managed to shift and reposition enough for him to free a hand. Whether it was the water or over-eagerness, his first few attempts at unclasping her bra failed. He growled and then simple dug his entire hand under it. She didn't know if it came undone or if it simply snapped under the pressure, but sighed in relief when the cups came apart and he peeled them away from her skin to let the soggy undergarment fall away behind her. Their lips met again for a short, intense kiss and then he started to move faster and with more intent as he surrendered to hid need. The water that had been sloshing around them started to splash as she gripped the edge of the pool to give herself some leverage and add her efforts to his as he drove into her again and again, his stroked now longer and harder. They encouraged each other with panted words of praise and threats of dire consequences should either stop as each strained to satisfy the other. Words gave way to grunts and cries that mixed with the splashing water and the slap of skin on skin. Her climax was a wild thing in her belly, striking out with slashing claws of pleasure and electric sparks, testing and trying her ability to hold it in check as the blazing friction of his cock piercing her core fueled the furnace in her loins and drove it wilder. The water seemed cold in comparison to the hot vitality of his shaft as it throbbed and twitched against the tight confines of her snatch and his skin as it rubbed against hers. Her nipples flared with blossoms of sensation as they dragged along the hard, smooth, hairless planes of his chest. She sucked licked and bit at his neck and shoulder as he did hers. Her stomach fluttered against the hard ridges of his torso. Her clit was like a livewire and each touch sent a charge into her making her sex clench around him, adding to the friction as he drew back of thrust into her. Her breaths were heavy gulps and left as cries of ever increasing volume. Blair had to keep blinking to keep her eyes focused as she felt her climax build ever closer to the point of eruption. The water around the lower half of her body was a continuously moving caress that had her skin tingling. He was grunting and hissing with each stroke now. The short glimpses of his face she got showed his features tightened with strain while his eyes blazed with intense, passionate focus. His chest heaved against hers and his hips slowed, but his thrusts grew even stronger, the collisions of their body's even more jarring, sending shockwaves through her that vibrated her against and around him. Those vibrations became a constant tremor running through her and when he next filled her complete her cry became a scream that shattered the still night as the white-hot supernova of her climax exploded to shatter her universe. She felt as if she were hyperventilating and unable to get enough air into her lungs as her body shook and her spine curved her back into a taut bow as her fingers clutched at his neck and shoulders. Her sex pulsed, flooding with a fresh torrent of cream and bore down on his shaft as her muscles tensed under the overloading shock of bliss that set her nerves on fire and made her blood sing. Waves of sparkling energy cascaded through her to leave dazzling stars in her eyes to join the ones she could see through gaps in the gazebo roof. He grunted deeper in his throat, an almost angry sound before her buried his face in her breasts and his hips humped in a fast, hard, splashing frenzy before he ground into her and his dick expanded against the rippling walls of her snatch and he started to pump his seed into her in hot, heavy spurts. She felt his lips vibrate against her skin as he spewed a hoarse strangled stifled cry into the valley of her cleavage. He shuddered and she groaned as his spurting, contract and expanding manhood speared into her tightly clenched flesh setting off another wave of ecstasy. She blinked rapidly and then closed her eyes, seeking peace in the darkness behind her eyelids as they rode out their respective climaxes. They hung together in their shared moment of bliss until she felt the energy they had created in each other start to fade and leave behind the sweet calm and revitalization of complete physical satisfaction. Blair felt Chuck relax and with a soft groan she followed him as he lowered them back into the warm embrace of the water. They were both still breathing hard and stopped with just their heads above the surface. Her sex flexed around his cock as she felt it soften and start to shrink out of her. It felt quite strange as the water rushed into her against the flow of their combined essences for moment after he slid free. He flashed her a smile. "I always knew I liked you better when you were wet, but that was ridiculous." He commented and she found herself laughing almost hysterically at the astonished awe and incredulousness of his tone as grinning he dunked his head under the water. Swallowing her laughter she did the same and he surprised her by pulling her into a quick, hard kiss before letting her surface. With a pair of harmonized sighs they both shifted onto their backs and let the water lift them until they were floating, her fingers lightly twined amongst his. "This is a very magical place." She noted softly, the water over her ears making her voice seem even softer and slightly distorted. "I had my first kiss from a girl here. Her name was Alice... We were six... It was on my cheek." He told her, his voice far away in reverie. Her first kiss had been from Nate and Chuck knew that, he'd been there it had been at her tenth birthday party. She slowly pulled at his hand, moving them closer together and with a little effort, was able to turn her head and give him a peck on his cheek. If it were possible, she could almost hear him smile. "Blair Waldorf... I think... I think I might just love you." He said so softly she wasn't sure she'd heard it, but she felt no inclination to press him as she basked in the sentiment not caring if it were wishful thinking or real... yet and they continued to float in silence. "This is very nice, Chuck, but how do we get back to the car?" she asked as after a while she felt the breeze freshen and any part of her not covered by the water take a chill. "Well that's definitely going to spoil the mood." She commented as she considered the walk back. He chuckled. She knew that particular tone; he had something up his sleeve and was going to take great enjoyment in showing her. "Stay here for a moment." He instructed her as he turned and waded away from her. She thought he was heading for the stairs, but he suddenly changed direction and then he disappeared under the surface and she frowned as she watched his distorted form through the water. He surfaced with a gasp and held up his hand triumphantly. It held her sodden underwear as his prize. She watched as he walked up the stairs out of the pool with water sheeting off him and she had to stop herself from making a comment about how much of a smart ass he was. She saw him shiver slightly as he circled the pool and moved out of her eye line and she was unable to turn fast enough to follow his progress. She was surprised by and had to squint as a fire flared up, bright against the darkness, silhouetting him. Blair blinked and followed him as he came back around the pool to the stairs. He was wearing a heavy looking fluffy white robe and held a matching one open for her. She quickly made her way to and up the stairs where he wrapped the robe around her until she could slip her arms into it. "You think of everything, don't you?" she complimented him. "I try." He responded with a flippant shrug before offering her his arm. He led them to a low bench in front of what was a fire pit she hadn't noticed before. He handed her a towel for her hair and it was warm from its proximity to the roaring blaze he had ignited. She sat on the blanket-covered bench and after a moment extended her feet toward the fire to warm them. The flames were mesmerizing as they twisted and writhed against the dark backdrop of the night and it took her a moment to realize he was lightly prodding her shoulder to get her attention. She turned to him and immediately put her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh as he surprised her with a steaming mug of after her first sip she found was hot chocolate, from the thermos he still held. He poured a mug for himself and the put the thermos aside. He stretched out his arm to her and she pressed herself against his side and rested her head on his shoulder as she luxuriated in his solidity and the heat of the fire and the hot chocolate. She sighed in contentment as he wrapped and arm around her, pulling her even closer as she felt him press his lips to her fore head for a moment. They sat in silence; simply enjoying the intimacy of each other's company and the soft crackle and pop of the fire. "I wonder what they've posted on Gossip Girl by now?" she mused, snuggling against his shoulder before taking another sip of her beverage. "I'm sure there's a Beauty and the Beast headline in there somewhere." He replied after a moment's consideration. "Are you calling me a beast?" she asked playfully and he chuckled, the true, deep sound of amusement she always thought he never made often enough. His fingers lightly captured her chin and he tilted her face until he could kiss her. She took his hand and guided it into her robe and onto her breast as the kissed changed from light and intimate to passionate. Chuck tweaked her nipple, making her jump a little. "I'll always be the beast." He informed her as he bared her breast and lowered his head to roughly nurse at her stiffening nipple. He made her gasp as he also roughly slid his hand between her legs and rubbed his fingers through her fold before working two of them into her. Her snatch clutched at his probing digits and she felt a rush of slippery liquid heat spread out from her core. She bit her lip as he stroked her and she lowered her mug to the ground and let him guide onto her back on the bench. He caressed her leg as he positioned it so that she was straddling the bench, a foot on the ground on either side of it. He undid her robe and then parted it to expose her to him. He studied her as he let his hands slide over her skin to caress her breasts and pulled and pinched her now swollen and fully erect nipples. Blair licked her lips because they felt dry as she looked up at him. "I guess you always will be, but tonight and as long as this works, you're my Beast, Chuck Bass." She told him a sultry whisper before grabbing the collar of his robe and pulling him on top of her. "And you're my Beauty, Blair Waldorf." He growled just before his lips met hers. TO BE CONTINUED... I HOPE