THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING CHUCK AND BLAIR

Author: sky samuelle

Words: 2085

Summary: a series of post-episodic vignettes featuring all snarky, fluffy or steamy lost moments of CB relationship in season 3. Currently on - post 3.06, Blair finds a way to apologize to Chuck.

Rating: Mature

Ship: CB

Spoilers: up to 3.06

Summary:

AN: For Ziah, who wanted a reconciliation post 3.06 and for infinitywr, who has requested a long, slow …you know what (was that long enough?). For Emmy, who is the most awesome beta ever. I could never do this without her.

3.06: Enough About Eve

"Eric-"

He half-turns, but it's not his brother he find himself facing. It's his girlfriend. With her hair piled on the top of her head- leaving exposed that lovely nape he can't currently see-and a purple dress, casual yet elegant. In short, it's Blair Waldorf in full battle gear.

He would admire her style if he weren't still very annoyed with her. He has missed her, and he should be blind and gay to not appreciate her flawless appearance, but her persistence to have her way regardless of his feelings is incredibly irritating.

It has taken two days of short, tense phone-calls to have Blair fully accept the fact that her boyfriend was avoiding her. The first night he sent her away, saying he had a meeting, not quite accepting her plea for forgiveness, she felt like fear was suffocating her. She had fallen asleep sobbing, unable to escape the sense of loss, the miserable certainty that Chuck would begin to once again run away from her.

By the third morning, she was determined to reasonably decline any request of a break up he could propose.

So she has ambushed him in his suite, with the complicity of little Eric, who made sure that Chuck cleared his evening for him.

But now that she is here, for the life of her, she can't recall a word of all the nice speeches she had rehearsed with Dorota before.

Her mind went blank the moment she met his eyes and realized he wasn't happy to see her. There's no smirk, no smile to welcome her arrival for the first time in so long, and it's crushing.

"Eric has left. He thought we could use some time alone."

"I see." He replies coolly, and she wants to stomp her foot down and throw a tantrum. This is not how it's supposed to be with them. He isn't supposed to withhold his emotions from her anymore. She is supposed to read him, and they are supposed to be able to get over anything. This chilly, frustrating distance has no place between the two of them.

"You've been avoiding me." Blair exhales, eyes sad and voice defeated as it is accusing, although her expression remains proudly neutral.

"I've been busier than usual, working, catching up with my little brother."

"You wanted time away from me"

He doesn't deny it, just shakes his head and sighs deeply like she has just disappointed him once again. "I'm not going to break with you, Blair."

He says it so seriously, yet it doesn't entirely convince her.

"Then talk me!"- she snaps, startled by the pleading note that has slipped into her tone- "Stop punishing me. I know I made a mistake, but it can't cost us all we have. "

"Did you hear the part where I told you this is not a break up?"- he snaps back, exasperated- "What do you expect me to say? I don't love you any less. I still feel the same, exactly the same as I did two days ago. That doesn't mean I can just act like nothing has happened. What you did to me matters. It was serious to me. "

"I am sorry." She repeats through the knot in her throat, trying to not take offense at how resentful he sounded as he said his feelings had not changed. Like he thought they should have, and blamed himself for being weak. Like he believed she somehow tricked him into loving her too much.

"You could have asked me"-he accuses her, his anger reaching out to her underneath the apparent calm-"When have I ever refused to take part in one of your schemes? You preferred using me instead. My trust is not a joke you can toss around in other people's faces. "

"That's not how I see it, I swear to you. You know how bitchy I get when I decide to gloat, and I had nothing to gloat over for so long ….I mouthed off without thinking. "

"I hope so, because I won't be your next trophy date!"

The allusion to Nathaniel is quite transparent, but however clear that is, she knows that picking up on it directly would just make him angrier.

"I could never see you that way, Chuck. I just didn't think of involving you directly. I guess I'm so used to organizing this sort of stuff on my own, I didn't figure out that I don't need to, anymore. I promise it's not going to happen again. "

She has never hesitated to use Chuck as her henchman in the past, but he was not her boyfriend then, and she is not used to exploiting her boyfriends while they are aware of it.

"You already said that," he snorts, sitting on his leather armchair and diverting his gaze from her.

"I mean it," she reassures, her voice steadier, as she comes closer. He continues to look away as she leans in to cup his cheek.

"I do respect you. More than anyone else in my life."

At that, he finally looks up, engaging her eyes with a startlingly accusatory glare, like he is silently willing her to stop lying.

"And why would you?" Chuck nearly snarls, staring at her even more intensely now, if possible, and she is quiet for a moment because he's challenging her and this is not a test she can afford to fail.

"I respect you because you aren't afraid to be yourself even when others dislike you for it. Because you know how to fix your friends' problems without ever needing to be thanked for it, and because you forgive them so easily. Because you lie and deceive admirably well, but you say the truth even better. Because you never follow anyone's fashion advice but your own. I respect you because you always know how to break me and how to fix me."

She caresses his face softly, fingers trailing over his jaw and neck as the angry shadows behind his eyes recede. "I respect you because you are smart and proud and ambitious and witty."

"I respect you because you have good taste, a biting sarcasm, a wonderful sense of humor. Because you are loyal to those you care about and ruthless to those you don't."

She dares a bit, now, laying her lips on his cheek in a lingering peck."I respect you because you don't fear seeing the truth, whether you like it or not. You don't let me hide from myself. You are stubborn, proud and more perceptive than people give you credit for."

She smiles thinly at that, although she has rarely felt so exposed in her life. Chuck is not stopping her, but he isn't saying anything back either. She would be worried over that if not for the expression on his face as he is taking her in, guarded but also…greedy, for lack of a better word.

"I do and say things with you I wouldn't even consider with anyone else. If that is not respect, I don't know what is."

"Okay," Chuck nods, rubbing her arm awkwardly, after a silent pause, and she uses his moment of weakness to take his face between her palms and kiss him gently. He allows it to go on for a good while before he accepts that she is not going to stop anytime soon and encircles her waist with his arms.

Blair kisses her way from his jaw to his throat, enjoying the feeling of his fingers tangling in her locks as he leans back.

She unbuttons his collar, then the rest of his shirt, her mouth nibbling and kissing the skin she is slowly exposing to her ministrations.

Eventually she disposes of his belt, staring firmly back at him as she fists his dick.

"Are you going to bribe me with sex?" Chuck smirks, taunting with an unusual gentleness, and it makes her feel better. For the first time she feels nothing short of certain she is not going to lose him.

"I'm just bringing evidence to my argument."

And with that, she slides off him and onto her knees, his thighs spreading to accommodate her.

She licks her lips, surrendering to the arousal that flares up in her belly. It feels like her skin is on fire, her sex throbbing with a pleasant, eager warmth.

She runs her tongue along his length and the salty taste of his skin there makes her tremble, invading her senses and somehow branding her.

Her gaze finds him looking down on her feverishly, his lips pressed in a thin white line in order not to moan, but when she goes on and he does moan, the husky sound sends her whole body humming with desire.

Blair breathes in deeply before taking him completely into her mouth, not stopping until she feels his tip hitting the back of her throat, closing her eyes when he groans in appreciation.

"I love your mouth," he growls, but all she hears is I love you and deep down that's what he means, anyways.

She works him slowly, the way he taught her so long ago, when he still needed to both provoke and reassure her every step of the way, and the memory is still the strongest aphrodisiac.

It's just fitting, that they had to belong to each other, when they had accidentally ended up entrusting with the other the one thing they feared the most. His heart, her body, so slowly awoken in each other's clumsy hands.

They don't shy away from this simple truth anymore, and so it's not a defeat when he comes hard in her mouth, and she doesn't feel demeaned swallowing down his seed. Or even after, when she pulls back to clean her lips with the back of her hand, her breathing short and her pussy painfully unsatisfied.

Chuck is breathing hard too, and the look that passes between them is full of wonder. He grabs her arms firmly, hoisting her up so she can brace herself on his shoulders, her knees levering on each side of him. Then he lifts her skirt up, not bothering to ask for permission before one of his hands dips between her legs, finding her bare and wet, the other grasping her hip.

"You certainly know how to disarm a man, " he comments, half-awed, half-satisfied. There are no traces of resentment in any part of him now, and that brings a sultry smile to her lips.

Well, that and the way he is stroking her.

"I had the best teacher," Blair manages to gasp, barely a moment before his fingers find her opening and stretch her wide.

She undulates above him and his eyes are so very fervent on her face, hungry for every scrap of emotion reflected on her twisting features. She has never quite felt so naked while having so much clothing still on, but that weakness has a beauty all its own, and when she comes, his taste still heavy on her tongue, it feels like the world is shattering around her.

Her breasts heave and her cry of release falls upon his open lips as he lunges to possess her mouth.

Blair Waldorf crumbles to pieces, fear and longing and unspeakable pleasure pressing on her chest like an unbearable weight. But it's okay, because there are two strong arms –his arms- clutching her to him, setting a claim on every scattered splinter of her damaged self.

Even while he licks the tears off her wet cheeks- tears she never noticed crying- she is far too aware that she wouldn't have it any other way.

AN2: Yes, 3.06 and 3.07 were my most favorite episodes EVER. I ADORE Season 3. I wish I could incorporate a bit of DV and NS in this little series of mine, because I love those couples, but my purpose here was to stay CB centric, so I won't stray. Still, I love the contrast of the DV blossoming romance and the NS overdramatics to CB's steadiness. I'm fully confident that when those couples are fully established, the focus will return to CB. I'm so proud that we get to see these beautiful glimpses of their mature, functional relationship. It's basically like they are already married. I hope we won't lose this dynamic when the time comes to bring them back on the center stage. I would prefer that CB get good, separate storylines and that they supported each other through them rather than seeing a return to S2-inspired mindless drama.

SO HAPPY CHRISMAS! I hope you all enjoyed my small gift!