A/N: Okay, seriously apologizing here…I know I đã đưa ý kiến I’d be updating like….a lot thêm than I obviously have, but life has been CRAZY….so um, that’s why. ;p The REASON for the lack of updates. Hehehe. And several one-shots obviously, though not as many as usual I don’t think…hmm. Anyways! This is going to be my last update on this story for awhile (Ik, ridiculous…) b/c I have come to the conclusion that it is pretty much impossible to update four CB stories continuously and bạn know, still have a life. Lol. So! Since my most được ưa chuộng multi-chaptered CB fic at the moment is ‘So What If I’m Jealous’ (if bạn haven’t checked it out, bạn SHOULD. It’s pretty awesome. =)), I am going to focus on that story…and once I’ve finished that one, then I will focus on one of the other 3: ‘Unable’, ‘Never Again: A Chuck & Blair Story’ hoặc this one, ‘Queen Bee for a Reason’ and so on and so forth, until they are ALL complete. If THIS story is the one bạn would like me to focus on after I’ve finished ‘So What If I’m Jealous’, then go vote on my thông tin các nhân now!!!!
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Ch.5—Something New, Something Strange
She had fallen asleep on hàng đầu, đầu trang of him. After their heated passionate activity, she had fallen asleep. ON. TOP. OF. HIM! Not that he could blame her….it was exhausting, he nearly fell asleep himself! He smirked, and cursed silently to the driver when Blair shivered over him. Didn’t Arthur know Blair’s specific temperature preferences?! Honestly.
But since he always came prepared with a suit jacket, that of which had been discarded at least an giờ prior, he dipped down slowly and draped it over her chilled form. She settled into him deeper then, and he found himself completely content. Of course, it did not look like the most comfortable position with his head caught in between the headrest and the window frame, but as he look down on his own sleeping beauty, he had not a care in the world. For this solitary moment, she was his.
They had driven all across Manhattan at least a dozen times, and though Chuck âm bass, tiếng bass, bass usually didn’t care what his driver might have thought about the current transportation process, he slightly wondered if HE even knew what there destination would be. At first, he thought to just take Blair back to her penthouse, but that was two cuddle sessions and three sex rounds ago, and he surely could not stop in the middle of all of that. Okay, so they weren’t really cuddle sessions, since they weren’t actually a couple. But they were lingering moments where he would just stare at her and watch her sleep.
What were they doing really?
I mean, his whole plan for dethroning Blair and throning Serena, was so Blair would ask for his help and that through him helping her regain her throne, she would realize she still had feelings for him and forgive him. Surely, she did not STILL need to hear those three little words. He paused for a moment, just looking at her. But….maybe he DID. Would it be enough to know she wanted him again? And why had she được trao into him after such brief PDA simply to regain her throne? Was this all so SHE could get him again? Was it her that was too prideful to give in? His brain wracked with too many questions, and for now all he wanted to do was watch her sleep and hope when she finally woke, she wouldn’t be absolutely furious.
Unfortunately for him, and perhaps both of them, time waits for no one. He felt her shifting in his arms and before he knew it her eyes had opened and she was peering straight at him. He waited for it. The slap. The yell. The scream. The distance spacer. The TYPICAL. BLAIR. RESPONSE.
But he didn’t get any of that. He was smiling genuinely down at her, and that seemed to do the trick, surprisingly. She blinked, maybe a few thêm times than was normal, but he kept quiet. He didn’t want to ruin this…this wonderful moment, as strange and uncertain as it seemed.
Finally, she started pushing herself up and away from him, and he just watched her as she slowly made her distance from him. The cool air hit him instantly and he missed her, but his face didn’t hiển thị it. His face just watched her. His eyes following her every move.
What surprised him most though was that she appeared to not be distancing herself from him. She hadn’t even climbed off of him yet, and it had been a good couple of minutes. She just looked around, inspecting her surroundings and smiled, pulling his áo khoác around her. And if he paid extra close attention, he thought she was attempting to get a whiff of it. He smirked. She SO still liked him. Loved him, maybe. Well…he wouldn’t get ahead of himself.
He noticed her teeth chattering slightly, when she pulled the áo khoác closer again. He grew angry at this, and now unafraid of being too noisy, pressed the button to lower the mid-window slightly, informing Arthur to turn heat up.
“Chuck?” she suddenly turned to him.
Crap. I’ve ruined it. He tried to get a hold of how stupid he had been, even if it had been to accommodate her.
“Hmm?” he asked, nonchalantly.
“Did we….I mean, have we….were we, uh?” she stuttered, trying to find the words to say. She seemed confused. Sudden amnesia hoặc something.
He smirked, leaning in closer to her so she had to look at him. “If you’re asking if we just had five continuous rounds of the best sex of our lives in this very limo, then….yes, we did,” he smiled, leaning back again.
She just looked at him, almost shocked at how blunt he was being. Almost.
He waited again.The screams. The yelling. The slaps. The demanding to be brought trang chủ instantly. He knew he was provoking her. And anything but this silence and seemingly ‘okayness’ she was giving off would’ve been fine.
But she just looked down at herself, suddenly aware of her nakedness, and tried to bring the áo khoác closer around her, slipping her arms through the holes so as to have better access to button herself. He smirked.
“You’re hot stuff, Waldorf. No shame,” he said, unbuttoning the button she had just buttoned.
She looked at him, and watched him actions. How he unbuttoned her, how he smirked at her, how he stared. His comments, crude as they were…flattered her, and for some odd reason she could not get mad at him. She could not even pretend to.
She returned a similar smirk to him, and leaned in planting a heated Kiss on his lips, twisting her arms around his neck. He helped her, physically bringing her closer to him with his strong, gentle grasp around her waist. He loved the feel of his áo khoác around her, and found himself pulling her to him bởi the cổ áo of his own áo khoác as well. How ironic.
When she finally broke away, leaving them both breathless, she leaned down and found a comfortable spot in the crook of his neck where her head happily rested.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Bass,” she said, smirk still implanted on her face.
He was gaping in shock. Who the heck was this girl and what did she do with Blair Waldorf?
Of course this was not the strangest of the shocks. No, it wasn’t until at least thirty giây later when she reached across for his hand and intertwined their fingers together, bringing them to rest just under her chin, as she nuzzled her head closer to him.
His tim, trái tim was beating so fast he could hardly contain himself. He was OFFICIALLY going out of his mind.
It was a little nerve-racking going to the Palace and asking for Chuck âm bass, tiếng bass, bass at the concierge. It was even thêm humiliating when the man asked her if she was one of his ‘girls’ and how she didn’t look quite old enough hoặc pretty enough to fit the part. But anything was possible, since he hadn’t had a girl over in a considerable amount of time. She scoffed at this, though in reality she really shouldn’t have been offended. It wasn’t like she WANTED to be known as Chuck’s slut. She had taught him not to mess with her at the Dạ hội giả trang Ball for what he pulled at the Kiss on the Lips Party, and officially had no interaction with him ever since then.
Yet, here she was, begging for the key to his hotel suite, wanting in on his scheming ways. Not that Blair and Chuck weren’t a completely perfect manipulative team on their own…but Jenny wanted to take down Serena for her own reasons. It wasn’t just about Blair anymore…or what Serena had become, but what she had done to her brother in the process.
“I’m sorry…Miss…?” the man asked, obviously not in the caring mood.
“Jenny. Humphrey,” she said, annoyed.
“Right,” he looked away, “look, Mr. âm bass, tiếng bass, bass is not in at the moment, so if bạn could,” he made a scampering motion with his hand.
Jenny laughed nervously. “Well, do bạn know when he’s coming back?” she snapped. She may have decided to quit the fashion business for now, but that didn’t mean she still didn’t have a bit of attitude.
The man sighed frustratingly, purposely trying to get on her nerves. She leaned her elbow on the desk, making the point obvious that she wasn’t going anywhere soon.
“Not that it’s any of your business, as I’m SURE you’re not a friend of Mr. Bass…”
Jenny rolled her eyes.
“But last he left, which was several hours ago, mind you…he was heading for the Waldorf Penthouse.”
Jenny’s face lit up at this. “Thank-you,” her smile slid in slyly. She turned and walked away and out the door, leaving the man staring after her, shaking his head.
“Brooklyn kids,” he muttered.
On the way home, Jenny made a purposeful detour to the van der âm bass, tiếng bass, bass suite. She hadn’t meant to go there originally, because she wanted to AVOID Serena at all costs, but perhaps this little piece of Lời khuyên was EXACTLY what she needed to get the ball rolling.
She stepped into the foyer of the waiting trang chủ to be met bởi a pristine and graceful Lily.
“Oh Jenny dear, what a nice surprise!” she said, bringing her in for a hug.
“Yes, bạn too….um, do bạn know if….uh Serena is around?” she asked, looking anywhere but at Lily’s face.
“Oh, yes….she should be in her room, I believe.”
Jenny looked at her curiously. Since when was Serena in her room at this time of night? Hadn’t she just earlier told her that she was going with the girls to butter? She shrugged. She supposed she would find out eventually. She knocked lightly on the door, and when she got no response, she opened the door slowly.
“Serena?” she peered inside. No one. She smirked, knowingly. Of course Serena wouldn’t be in her room. Jenny wasn’t stupid. Not that Lily was, she was just a little….uninformed. Jenny turned around and locked the door. Instantly she pulled out a hyper drive plugging it into Serena’s lap hàng đầu, đầu trang sitting innocently on her bed. As it was downloading the files, she began rummaging through Serena’s things….her drawers, shelves, any ominous box hoặc empty container. Looking for a clue. Looking for something that could destroy her.
Everything had looked pretty innocent, and quite honestly Jenny was disappointed she hadn’t found thêm dirt. Dan obviously wouldn’t be able to give in to the moral capacity of getting Serena jealous…not again at least. He wanted to be her friend, hoặc something. But he did NOT deserve all that she was throwing at him.
The computer made a beeping noise to notify the file fill-up. Jenny reached for her hyper drive and slipped it into her pocket. She shoved everything back to where she had found it, attempting to make it look as neat as possible.
Her shoulders slumped, officially disappointed in her lack of information. As she began to head for the door, she reached for the handle and discovered it was locked. What? Since when do they really lock from the outside? She didn’t know and she didn’t care to find out. She called for Lily, hoping that if there was a God on earth she would hear her and open the door. But nothing. Now that she thought about it….Lily looked like she had been on her way out. She sighed, slumping down the side of the door. Here she was. Stuck in Serena van der Woodsen’s bedroom. Goodness knows the heat she’d be feeling when the gorgeous blonde walked through probably several hours later.
How could she have been so stupid?! How could she have—She paused in her thoughts, noticing a crumpled piece of paper sticking out from under Serena’s bed. She reached for it, and smoothed it out, gaping at what she saw.
There, in front of her, was a tình yêu letter from Serena to Nate.
And it was recent.
And not since this school năm recent.
Or over the summer recent, when they were supposedly dating.
It was last năm recent.
It was the ngày Dan had told Serena he loved her.
A/N: I know it’s rather short, but I’m tired….and in a little bit of a case of writer’s block. Please review. And if this story is the one you’d like to be my tiếp theo focus, please VOTE!