Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Kiss.
“You know—”
Kiss.
“We hardly ever—”
Kiss.
“Talk—”
Kiss.
“Anymore.”
Kiss.
“That’s because—”
Kiss.
“You never—”
Kiss.
“Want to—”
Kiss.
“Talk.”
Kiss.
Blair let out a giggle and pulled away. She gazed into Chuck’s eyes.
“That’s because you’re so damn hot, I can’t resist.”
Chuck leaned in for another kiss. “I know. But you have to control yourself. You’re wearing me out.”
Blair huffed. “Ha! As if.” She rolled her eyes, but smiled at him. B pushed him off to the side and sat up. She looked at him, a mysterious grin making her cheeks rosy.
“Maybe we don’t need to talk all the time,” Blair whispered, placing a well-manicured hand on Chuck’s knee.
“Or maybe we’re both such sex addicts that we forget that talking’s part of a relationship.”
“That’s so stereotypical. Just because we have a lot of sex doesn’t mean we’re addicts.” Blair rolled her eyes and adjusted her curls.
“Speak for yourself on that one,” Chuck mumbled under his breath, glancing at Blair. She let out an annoyed sigh, but nudged his leg playfully. She leaned towards him, skimming his collar with her fingers, and brushing her lips against his.
Chuck inhaled slowly, breathing in Blair’s intoxicating scent. It had changed since the beginning of the school year; once sweet and sugary, screaming ‘virgin’, it was now spicier, with tasteful splashes of maturity, proving she was a good girl gone bad. He liked this one much better; it fitted her. Fiery and sophisticated, but subtle with just a hint of sweetness.
Pulling her closer, Chuck’s hands slid down her hips and around the backs of her thighs. He leaned down onto the bed, bringing her down with him. His hands moved slowly, slipping up her ribcage, grazing her breasts, and passing over her shoulders, playfully fingering the straps of her dress.
Blair’s lips were gentle on his, but Chuck could taste the desire. Suddenly, just as Chuck was about to reach for the hem of B’s dress and pull it up, the space beside them started vibrating. Blair pulled away slightly, and her gaze settled on her phone. She reached across the bed, and picked it up. Flipping it open, she stopped the ringtone: Sour Cherry, by The Kills.
“Hello?” Blair’s voice was laced with irritation.
“Blair?”
B opened her mouth in surprise. “…Dan?” Chuck shot a glare at her, his eyes wide, seeking an explanation in her face. His lips curled into a frown as he mouthed the words, “What’s he calling for?” B just shrugged, and mouthed back, “I don’t know”.
“Um, have you talked to Serena lately?”
“Not really… why?”
“Well…” Dan’s voice trailed off as he thought. “She just isn’t answering her phone or anything. I don’t know if anything’s wrong or what…”
Blair shrugged again. “I’m sure she’s fine,” she replied dismissively.
“But… I’m just… concerned. She’s been spending a lot of time with that girl Becky. Should I be worried?”
“Oh, Becky’s harmless. She’s just a partier. Serena’s probably just having fun.”
Chuck rolled his eyes, and pushed Blair off. She stood up, and did back up the buttons on his shirt.
“That’s what I’m worried about. Becky doesn’t seem like the best influence.”
“Um, can you hold on a sec?” Blair pressed the phone to her neck and whirled to face Chuck, pleading with her eyes. He just glared at her, and opened her bedroom door. He strode out, slamming the door behind him. Blair sighed.
“I don’t know, Dan,” she said, sitting back down on the bed. “She’s been hanging out with Becks a lot lately. But I’m sure everything’s okay.”
“I hope so. She’s really changed.”
“You mean since her old, party-girl days? More than you’ll ever know.” Blair lounged back and examined her pinky nails.
“What do you think of Becky?” Dan asked suddenly.
Blair was taken aback for a moment, before she regained her nonchalant disposition. “What do you mean?” she asked carefully.
“Well, do you like her? You don’t seem the best of friends.”
“We’re not. I mean, yeah, she’s okay, and we got along, but we just never… connected, you know?”
“Yeah,” Dan said, understandingly.
Blair laughed nervously. “Okay, this conversation is turning way too casual. It sounds as if we do this all the time.” Dan let out an amused huff.
“Well, maybe we should do it more often. You know, since we’re so close in person.”
“Oh, yes,” Blair said light-heartedly. “We’re totally BFFs. But talking on the phone just doesn’t give me that same satisfaction as when we are together, darling.”
Now it was Dan’s turn to laugh. “I know what you mean, Waldorf. There’s just a certain… je ne sais quoi, that comes along with being in your presence.”
“Oh, of course. But really, we must have these little chats more often.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
And with that, Dan clicked off the line, and Blair was left sitting on her bed, too uplifted by his phone call to even give Chuck Bass a second thought.

Spotted: C Bass, storming out of the Waldorf Chateau. What’s wrong, babe? Jealousy get your blood boiling? Well, not to fear. Your little princess isn’t going anywhere. You may not like to be tied down, but when you poke at B’s soft spot, she practically hands you the rope herself.
Lonely Boy, lonely once again. I feel almost sorry for him. He’s always losing his girl to us wretched Upper East Siders. Which, speaking of, reminds me of one confused St. Jude’s boy. ‘Archibald’ may be an old-fashioned, and well-kept name, but that just makes N shaming it oh so much better. So what will it be, Nathaniel? A Brooklyn fling, the continuation of a blonde pursuit, or the easy love of our latest heiress? We’re all waiting on you. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Xo, xo.