I'm Blair Waldorf, but you already knew that didn't you? Queen B of Manhattan's social scene. I'm the best of the best, so remember that before you try to step in my way. Haven't you heard? I'm the crazy bitch around here.
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He won’t, but feel free to hold your breath.
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“I know you do, one day it was hot in the office and I had to take my suit jacket off and my neck looked like I was a leopard and all my workers were abusing me, I came back at them with the fact that they don’t get any action besides whoever they talk to on eHarmony.” Chuck said and laughed, shaking his head, knowing he was definitely the luckiest guy in the office, always in a good mood because of the night before. “I think you’re the one who always says I’m right and that I have a point, correct?” he asked a raised a brow. “I don’t have off days, darling.” he said and smirked. “You better, and I want you to go into detail, so I can make them come true.” he said and winked, nudging her shoulder. Chuck knew for a fact that fifty years from now, Blair would still have the same affect on him as she did now. She’d never stop taking his breath away and he knew those butterflies would never be murdered. Chuck smirked against her skin as she tugged on his hair and lifted his head to look at her. “I love you too.” he said back, cupping the side of her face and running his thumb over her cheek. He moved his lips back down to hers, once again kissing her roughly and passionately. “Take my shirt off,it’s in the way.” he mumbled against her lips.
Blair’s eyes grew wide, shaking her head. “We’re going to have to get you an oil-based concealer because I’m not stopping anytime soon,” she sighed, chuckling when she heard his comeback. Either way, she didn’t want his employees teasing him, and she certainly still wanted them to respect her. “And if they ever torment you again, print their online profiles out,” she smirked. Blair rolled her eyes, laughing softly. “I tell you you’re right because I’m a sweetheart,” she knit her eyebrows, surprised by the words coming out of her mouth. “You should really just consider yourself lucky, I’m never sweet to anyone else,” she shrugged. She raised an eyebrow suggestively when he said he wanted details. “Better than detail, I’ll do an example,” she smiled. Her cheek grew pink as he ran his thumb over it, smirking against his lips and already beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. “So is my thong,” Blair mumbled, kissing him roughly and pulling his shirt down his arms, tossing it to the side before undoing his belt buckle with ease and tugging his pants down so he could kick them off. She wrapped her legs around his back tightly.
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“Hey, I’m not the only one guilty here, you do too.” he said and pouted, folding his arms across his chest. “No, I just know that they’re invalid and mine are always right.” he said and winked playfully at her, just trying to taunt her and tick her off, he found it funny when she was mad, and sometimes it was just hot. “Well that’s a good thing, you have taste, I like that.” he said and nodding, hoping she didn’t think he thought it was stupid. “Well I think I got the gist of what they’re about.” he said and winked. “Next time you have one, be sure to tell me all about it and I shall do the same.” he said and nodded at her. Chuck sat on the couch when she walked into the bathroom and put his feet up, letting out a stretch. When he heard Blair say hi, his eyes widened and he stood up quickly, his mouth gaping open. He was so mesmerized by her that he tripped over his own two feet and grabbed onto the couch to catch himself. “H-hi..hi holy fucking shit.” he said and smriked widely, regaining his composure and walking over to her, picking her up, making her legs wrap around him. He carried her to his room and slammed the door shut, slamming her against it and kissed her roughly on the lips, pressing himself against her chest. “You’re beautiful.” he mumbled against her lips, taking her off of the door and throwing her down on his bed, immediately hovering over her. He sat up to take off his suit jacket and threw off his bow tie as he moved his lips down to her neck and pit down roughly on her weak spot, sucking on it after.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” she shrugged, teasing him. “But maybe I do a lot,” she rolled her eyes. She clenched her fists at her sides, narrowing her eyes once she heard his words. “I’m always right,” Blair huffed. “You have your days, but most of the time they’re off ones,” she nodded, glaring at him. She knew he was trying to get a rise out of her, and it always worked. “What can I say,” she tilted her chin higher, smiling when he said he liked the fact that she was slightly old fashioned when it came to the arts. Blair grinned, holding back a laugh and nodded. “I’ll be sure to call you in the middle of the night when I wake up panting,” she smirked. “Then again you’ll probably be right next to me, in which case I’ll wake you up,” she laughed, unable to remember the last time she slept home for at least three nights in a row. She chuckled softly at his reaction, feeling herself beginning to blush as he stumbled. “Chuck,” she mumbled sheepishly, smiling to herself. The effect they had on each other was indescribable, and the way Chuck looked at her made Blair feel like the only girl in the world. Nobody had ever made her feel the way he did, and as he walked over to her, grinning widely as he picked her up and held onto his shoulders, pressing herself against him. She sighed as he slammed her against the door, kissing him passionately. Her eyes grew wide at his words, as if her heart wasn’t racing enough. Her lips curled even wider if possible as he threw her on the bed, pulling him on top of her and ran her hands up and down his chest as he threw his jacket to the floor. Blair threw her head back against the pillow, her mouth parting as he found her weak spot and locked her fingers in the back of his hair, tugging on it. “I love you,” she mumbled, closing her eyes and grinning to herself.
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I’m not sure if this is a good or bad thing.
She’s planning something, I know it.
Yep, that’s exactly what I’m doing! Are you happy now? God, what are you, my therapist? It doesn’t matter what I do, Blair, it’s impossible for me to be happy for more than five seconds without something ruining it. So if I don’t let myself get attached then that won’t happen. And maybe I don’t want help! Did you ever think about that? Or maybe I don’t need help, I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.
Fine.
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“Well, I love leaving my mark.” he said and shrugged his shoulders. “Hey look at you, you finally made a point tonight.” he said and chuckled when she said he was never wrong. Chuck laughed when she nodded and shook his head. “That’s crazy, are you only into the classics?” Chuck said and raised a brow. Chuck loved that about Blair. She had an appriciation for classics and tradition instead of all the new, flashy type of movies that weren’t as good of quality as the old ones. He always knew Blair didn’t belong in this era. He often pictured them living in Paris in the 1920’s-that was a dream of both of theirs. “I’m pretty sure I know what the other dreams are, though” he said and winked, knowing for sure they were about him. “Yeah, yeah, don’t make excuses Waldorf” he said and rolled his eyes playfully. Chuck caught the thong as she flicked it at him. “What would you like me to do with this, I don’t think it’s my size.” he said and raised a brow.
“Trust me, I know,” she smirked. As much as she hated small bruises covering her neck and legs, she loved it at the same time, just knowing each story behind them all. Besides, they were easy to cover with expensive make up so nobody would ask. “I always make points, you’re just too stubborn to agree with them,” Blair shrugged. She raised an eyebrow at his question, getting slightly embarrassed. “You should already know the answer to that,” she frowned. “While I appreciate the attempts movie producers make today, they simply can’t compare to the classics. Casablanca, My Fair Lady,” she rambled, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Movies these days are all about sex and scandal, where as classic films didn’t reveal too much, they’re tasteful,” she admitted. Her lips curled at the mention of her other dreams, nodding. “I’m just glad you’re not hounding me to say them this time,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. She put her hands on her hips, laughing softly and grabbing the thong from him. “I’ll be right back,” she smirked, walking past him into the bathroom. Blair quickly undressed, only wearing the thong and her heels and fixed her hair before walking back out and smiling innocently at him. “Hi.”
