Will Not Remember, Cannot Forget

“Waldorf, what a pleasant surprise,” Chuck greets, strolling into his suite the day after New Years, finding Blair standing in the middle of the room looking very annoyed.

“This isn’t a social call, Bass. As you are well aware,” she huffs.

Her anger is so cute. “No need to be nasty,” he answers. “Sit down. Let me get you a beverage. Did you have a nice winter break?”

“Cut the friendly host routine, Chuck. We both know why I am here. You didn’t exactly leave me much choice.”

“No, I suppose I didn’t, did I?” he grins. “Now, about that drink?”

“Enough,” she orders. “Just get to the point. I don’t have all night.”

“It’s enough when I say it’s enough,” he says softly, the threat all the more pronounced for it. “So I suggest you make yourself comfortable. It’s going to be a while.”

With an exasperated sound, she throws herself down upon the leather couch, as he fights to keep from mocking her petulance. He ignores the overdramatic complaints she keeps making as he proceeds to the wet bar and mixes a couple drinks. That done, he joins her on the sofa, offering her one of the glasses he is holding. “Gin martini,” he tells her. “Three olives. Extra dirty. Your personal favorite.”

“Can we hurry this along?” she asks, setting the drink down without sipping it. “I have plans with Nate later.”

Chuck’s lips compress into a thin line, and he sets his martini beside hers. “And how do you figure that?” he inquires. “I know he hasn’t bothered calling you all week. Very considerate of him, by the way.”

“You were probably responsible for that too,” she announces. “In addition to dragging him off to Monaco!”

“Yes, and it wasn’t even that hard either,” he boasts. ”Really, I was shocked by how simple it was to get your white knight to completely blow you off. Guess the sex must have been pretty subpar.”

“It was not subpar, and how would you know anyways?” she demands.

“Please,” he scoffs. “I’ve heard all about your first time with Nathaniel. He was quite forthcoming about it actually. I thought that strange, since he never said anything about being with Serena, but then guys do like to keep the details of the truly special ones to themselves.”

“You bastard!” she exclaims, attempting to slap him.

He dodges, capturing her wrists. “What’s the matter, Waldorf? Bit too close for comfort? Or does the truth hurt?”

“I am special! Nate loves me.”

Chuck nods patronizingly. “Then why did he dash across the world to be with me instead of spending the holidays with you?”

On the coffee table in front of them, a ring sounds from within her purse. She jerks away from him, pulling the cell from the bag with a triumphant grin. “See?” she gloats, showing him the name on the screen. “He does love me.”

Chuck’s eyes darken with jealousy. “I’ll let you in on a secret,” he sneers, indicating the mobile in her palm. “That isn’t love Blair. That’s a booty call.”

“I’m sure you know all about those, but Nate is a gentleman,” she smirks, starting to answer the phone.

Before she can, however, Chuck snatches it from her hand. “Right, so deciding to contact you now that you are near enough to screw and not on another continent is just coincidental?” he points out as she tries to grab the cell back.

“You did something to him in Monaco!” she accuses. “You kept him from calling me!”

“Perhaps, but if it is love, should I have been able to? Shouldn’t hearing your voice be more important than appeasing a best friend?” he taunts, tossing the device across the room onto his bed.

“Nate’s only friends with you out of habit,” she cries, struggling to chase after it, but held in place on the sofa by Chuck’s arms.

“And he’s only back with you for the same reason,” he snarls, trying to avoid her kicking feet. “And because he was drawn to your glow. The one I gave you. How long do you think that allure will last now that I’m not making you see stars every day? Your attraction will fade, you’ll become the same frigid bitch you always were, and Nathaniel will realize his mistake in dating you again.”

“It isn’t a mistake!” she glares as the ringing stops. “And my glow will not fade! Nate will give me one, ten times stronger than you ever did!”

Chuck relaxes his grip on her somewhat, and immediately regrets it when she tears free to punch him in the shoulder. “Not going to happen,” he winces. “He’d have to be more than satisfying your needs to do so, and I can tell he isn’t. You’ve got some serious pent up frustration.”

“Not that it’s any of your business,” she jeers, “But Nate and I have an amazing sex life.”

He snorts. “You don’t have a sex life. You two fucked once, and only once.”

“We made love, and it was incredible,” she corrects.

“Is that so?” he drawls, gaze narrowing. “Then what names did he call you when you made love?” he asks, leaning forward, invading her space, forcing her to meet his eyes. Electricity crackles between them. “Where did he put his hand? Did he…” His voice dips low, becoming a seductive caress as his fingers trace her jaw, tucking her curls behind one ear so he can whisper into it. “Did he make you beg for it, princess? Did you scream his name as you pulled him deeper inside you?”

At her shiver, he lowers his head, grazing her neck with his lips, feeling her racing pulse beneath the thin skin there. She purrs at the touch, her chin rising to give him fuller access, nails kneading gently upon his chest. “Chuck,” she sighs.

“Nate’s hasn’t seen the real you, and he never will,” he concludes, drawing away from her, cocking one brow arrogantly.

She blinks in confusion for a moment, then scowls at his pleased expression. “How dare you touch me like that!” she spits.

He laughs. “You can drop the offended virgin act, I know you better.”

“You don’t know me at all,” she declares, tone frosty.

“I know you well enough to realize I could have just taken you on this couch and you would have let me,” he replies smugly. “What’s more, you would have loved every second of it.’’

Her mouth drops. “I would not!” she snaps, a challenge in her voice.

Hearing it, he responds accordingly. “So if I reached under that little skirt right now I wouldn’t find you wet and ready?” he inquires with a wicked glint in his eyes.

She grimaces. “You’re disgusting.”

He smiles wider. “Yes I am, and it excites you. So why be shy?”

“You’re wrong.” She shakes her head, chestnut hair swinging loose. “You don’t excite me, because I don’t want you at all.”

“Yes, you do,” he counters. “That’s why you wore thigh highs here. Because you know how much I enjoy them since they take twice as long to remove.”

Guardedly, she smoothes her skirt down. “I am not,” she denies. “You’re delusional.”

“I’m also in the mood to be right,” he retorts, flicking her hem up before she can stop him, exposing one black lace garter. His mouth twitches in amused victory. “Wonder what else I’m right about.”

She swallows as his fingers creep slowly beneath the fabric, running along her upper leg, her knees spreading ever so slightly, a silent invitation to continue. Higher and higher his hand wanders, as he looks at her face, her parted lips, the way her eyelids flutter shut as his knuckles brush her underwear.

“Right again,” he leers, cupping her through the damp silk. “You’re drenched.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “Chuck,” she groans, the word barely audible as his thumb strokes the soaked material. He slides closer, nipping her earlobe lightly.

“Does Nate make you feel this way?” he asks, while his tongue laps at her collarbone.

“No,” she admits.

“Only I do, right?”

“Yes.” The smallest whimper.

He presses his palm more firmly against her center. “Why?”

“Chuck… Chuck!” she moans at the increased friction.

“Are you close princess?”

“Oh God, yes! Yes!” she pants.

“Very close?” he murmurs at her throat, fingers dipping under the edge of her panties, delving into her slick folds, plunging in the wet heat.

“Please, please, Chuck!” she pants, bucking into his hand.

“If you want to cum, tell me why?” he commands.

“Please, Chuck, take me. Take me, please,” she begs.

“Three words. Eight letters,” he explains. “Say it and I’m yours.”

She undulates against the leather upholstery. “I want you.”

He thrusts harder. “Not those three words.”

“I need you,” she sobs.

“Guess again.”

“I… I…” she gasps, head thrown back, spine bowing, her whole body tensing. A second before she climaxes, he withdraws his hand, effectively denying her release. “What the fuck, Bass!”

“Say it. Admit you care for me.”

“I… I don’t,” she claims.

“Liar!”

“Three words? Eight letters? How’s this? I hate you!” she yells.

“Not precisely the phrase I was looking for,” he grinds out, pulling away from her.

She stands, stomping over to the bed to retrieve her phone. “Well it is the only one you’re getting,” she calls over her shoulder. “I hate you. You took advantage of me. You almost made me cheat on Nate.”

“Please, you knew exactly what you were doing,” he states, temper flaring. “You came here deliberately dressed to turn me on, and let’s not mince words here. I doubt anyone would call you humping my hand ‘almost’ cheating.”

“That was your fault entirely! You made me – ”

He cuts her off with a bitter laugh. “I didn’t make you do anything. You were just you, and I was just me. Don’t you see we’re the same? We’re meant to be. Stop trying to fight it.”

“I will fight until my last dying breath because any resemblance to you is something I would hate about myself,” she shrieks. “You are an awful person. You do terrible things. You use people!”

Chuck glowers at her. “And you think you’re any different? You and I both know you just used Nate to try to hurt me like I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me!” she says, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.

“Bullshit!” he roars.

“And I didn’t use Nate!” she sneers as she storms towards the exit. “I love Nate!”

“You love the idea of Nate,” he counters, following her. “Not Nate himself.”

“I do too!” she retorts. “Nate is safe, and easy, and open. Everything you are not!”

“Yeah, because I’m dangerous, and difficult, and deceptive. But guess what, Waldorf? You need that. It makes you feel alive.”

“I don’t need anything from you ever again!” she declares. “Nate will give me what I want.”

“No, he won’t,” he taunts. “Because you don’t really want him anymore than he wants you.”

“Shut up!” she cries. “You don’t know a thing about it!”

“I know that Nathaniel will never make you as hot and bothered as you are right now.”

“Well maybe I’ll just imagine he’s you!” she threatens, turning from him, grasping the doorknob.

Chuck’s jaw tenses, and he bangs his hand on the door to prevent it from opening, pressing into her back. “Understand this Blair,” he snarls against her neck. “If you allow Nate to touch you, if you share so much as a kiss, I will hear about it, and if I do, I will tell him what really happened the night you two broke up. I’ll explain exactly how I know you have a weakness for limos.”

Her hips arch unbidden into his evident arousal. “You won’t dare. He wouldn’t be your friend anymore if he knew.”

He spins her around roughly, wrapping his arms around her as a small whimper of desire escapes her throat. “Some things are worth the risk,” he breathes, eyes burning with intensity searching her face, his mouth hovering over hers.

“Chuck,” she whispers, lips parting.

He smirks at her reaction. “Nathaniel will never be me!” he growls harshly, stepping back from her abruptly, causing her to stumble. “Now get the hell out.”

“I don’t want him to be you,” she spits, stepping into the hallway. “I love him because he isn’t you!”

“Keep telling yourself that princess!” he shouts before slamming the door in her outraged face.

Fucking bitch!

Breathing raggedly, he storms over to his bed, flopping upon the mattress. His cock is throbbing so hard, he can barely see straight. With a curse, he shoves his trousers down, freeing himself from the tight constraint. Lids closing, his fingers curl around his length, stroking rapidly, imagining her riding him, head tilted back in abandon.

Up, down, up, down.

Her perfect breasts. Her teeth in his shoulder. Her fingers in his hair.

Up, down, up, down.

The way she moans. Her sheath convulsing. His name on her lips.

And then with a harsh cry, he shudders, hips lifting as he spurts hot and heavy into his opposite palm. Gasping, he relaxes back into the blankets, envisioning the soft expression on her face when she is satiated, the way she always kisses him tenderly afterwards.

“I will stand by you through anything,” she promises.

He nuzzles her neck. “And why would you do that?”

Blair smiles, warm and radiant. “Because… I love you.”

Chuck’s eyes spring open, staring at the ceiling in his suite. Dick now limp, hands still sticky. He must have dozed for a second.

He gets up, making his way to the bathroom to wash off. Stripping his out of clothes, he steps into the shower, his lips curving slightly as he remembers the last moment of his dream.
She will say those words to him. If it is the last thing he does, he will make her say them.

Because if he cannot have her, no one will.