FIC: First Date (blair/chuck) PG13ish
Their first date is ironically, a movie. He’s desperate and unbelievably stupid and flies cross-country to find Blair outside of a foreign film festival. Something about French Cinema Studies. Chuck paid for her ticket and her diet coke and popcorn and sour patch kids. He ate the green ones. The movie, which was rather pornographic, was actually enjoyable- Blair’s perfectly manicured nails dug into his thigh during the particularly good parts and he didn’t need to know French to understand what they were moaning.
“I may need stitches.” He whispered, giving in to a moment of weakness and nuzzling the side of her neck. The little half-moons left from her nails were definitely starting to bleed. She whispered ‘shut up’ en francais and kissed the side of his mouth. His eyebrows rose, and he grabbed her hand away from his thigh. He then enclosed his hands around hers and let her finish the movie.
“Blair! Hey, I didn’t see you in there.” A Yalie that looked like he hung out with Humphrey whirled her around and beamed at her. He obviously did not see his hand in her sweater or her rumpled skirt. Or the limo waiting three steps away.
“Justin, Hi. I came in a little late. My friend from the City surprised me and I was a little distracted.”
Blair’s cool exterior always amused him. Especially when people were oblivious- and definitely not Blair's type. She preferred confident, attractive men. This schlub barely looked like he could dress himself. He slowly removed his hand from where he was caressing her back and shook Justin’s hand. “I'm Chuck Bass.”
“You’re that startup who travels the country, spending his father’s money and rebuilding cities. We’re studying you in Econ.” Justin, or whatever his name is, finally took notice of Blair’s skirt and Chuck seized his opportunity to pull it down in front where her panties were almost showing. Justin looked to Blair for some form of disgust, but she simply kissed the back of his hand and smiled at the boy. He was defeated and that was his checkmate.
“Glad to know my exploits are being exploited for the curriculum of Yale.” Chuck informed him. “Now if you’ll excuse us, Blair and I have an expensive hotel room waiting.” Growing tired of Justin he simply turned the two of them around and headed towards the limo.
Blair dragged him inside and hastily shut the door behind them. “You really think I wanted a hotel room, how chivalrous of you.” She mocked. He was nothing but chivalrous and she was obviously interested. Blair may have looked different but she acted the same. It gave him- a sense of hope. He secretly missed the annoying headbands and the brightly colored tights.
“The Library at Yale? Your Dorm Room?” Chuck suggested pulling Blair into his lap. She squirmed in protest- or torture, but he held her in position. He leaned in closer to his spot on her neck and whispered his final suggestion, “Or perhaps right here?”
“You know me too well. Driver? We'll be going to Hartford” Blair went for his scarf and Chuck raised the privacy shade. He really should have mentioned the champagne, the flowers, the tiny box from Erickson Beamon. But Blair had other things in mind when she kicked off her heels and winked at him. Oh, yes this would be an interesting ride.
Yes, their first date had everything Chuck wanted. Flirting, Social Destruction and Sex in the Back of his Limo. They even saw a movie and held hands for good measure. He had missed Blair in their short time apart and maybe if things went well he would pretend to yell at Serena for telling Blair about his new apartment in Hartford.
“I may need stitches.” He whispered, giving in to a moment of weakness and nuzzling the side of her neck. The little half-moons left from her nails were definitely starting to bleed. She whispered ‘shut up’ en francais and kissed the side of his mouth. His eyebrows rose, and he grabbed her hand away from his thigh. He then enclosed his hands around hers and let her finish the movie.
“Blair! Hey, I didn’t see you in there.” A Yalie that looked like he hung out with Humphrey whirled her around and beamed at her. He obviously did not see his hand in her sweater or her rumpled skirt. Or the limo waiting three steps away.
“Justin, Hi. I came in a little late. My friend from the City surprised me and I was a little distracted.”
Blair’s cool exterior always amused him. Especially when people were oblivious- and definitely not Blair's type. She preferred confident, attractive men. This schlub barely looked like he could dress himself. He slowly removed his hand from where he was caressing her back and shook Justin’s hand. “I'm Chuck Bass.”
“You’re that startup who travels the country, spending his father’s money and rebuilding cities. We’re studying you in Econ.” Justin, or whatever his name is, finally took notice of Blair’s skirt and Chuck seized his opportunity to pull it down in front where her panties were almost showing. Justin looked to Blair for some form of disgust, but she simply kissed the back of his hand and smiled at the boy. He was defeated and that was his checkmate.
“Glad to know my exploits are being exploited for the curriculum of Yale.” Chuck informed him. “Now if you’ll excuse us, Blair and I have an expensive hotel room waiting.” Growing tired of Justin he simply turned the two of them around and headed towards the limo.
Blair dragged him inside and hastily shut the door behind them. “You really think I wanted a hotel room, how chivalrous of you.” She mocked. He was nothing but chivalrous and she was obviously interested. Blair may have looked different but she acted the same. It gave him- a sense of hope. He secretly missed the annoying headbands and the brightly colored tights.
“The Library at Yale? Your Dorm Room?” Chuck suggested pulling Blair into his lap. She squirmed in protest- or torture, but he held her in position. He leaned in closer to his spot on her neck and whispered his final suggestion, “Or perhaps right here?”
“You know me too well. Driver? We'll be going to Hartford” Blair went for his scarf and Chuck raised the privacy shade. He really should have mentioned the champagne, the flowers, the tiny box from Erickson Beamon. But Blair had other things in mind when she kicked off her heels and winked at him. Oh, yes this would be an interesting ride.
Yes, their first date had everything Chuck wanted. Flirting, Social Destruction and Sex in the Back of his Limo. They even saw a movie and held hands for good measure. He had missed Blair in their short time apart and maybe if things went well he would pretend to yell at Serena for telling Blair about his new apartment in Hartford.