Colluded Individuals (3/3?)
Title: Colluded Individuals
Author: fading_tales
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any characters, they belong to the CW and Cecily von Ziegesar.
Rating: PG-13 ~ T
Summary: What do you have when you get Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf lurking around in a dark alley way? Trouble. Takes place after 2x08, AU.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
The next week is the Constance Billard versus Spence Academy volleyball game. Blair is satisfied to notice that a certain captain is absent. Indefinitely, she heard. Poor little Sarah’s parents has thought it might be in their daughter’s best interest to be shipped to a Swiss boarding school for girls. After their first shocking discovery about their innocent little lamb’s promiscuity, they also found an envelope in their mailbox containing scans of surveillance photos that incriminate Sarah with some drug dealing and using. Blair hadn’t wanted some good intel work go to waste.
She watches the game as Constance owns the other team, smile permanently playing on her lips. A sense of superiority and all things right with the world blossoms in her chest.
“You seem to be enjoying the game.”
She looks up to find Chuck Bass unprecedentedly present in gym class. He’s not at all dressed for it by the looks of him and his Armani pants. But he’s here. And that’s all that matters.
“I hope this means you’re considering my suggestion about you and a certain volleyball team uniform. Particularly the shorts. Maybe I could even help you put it on… or take it off…” his voice trails into that seductive low tone of his that makes her skin tingle and her nether regions grow hot.
“Sorry, Bass. I think I’m done with this whole volleyball business. As satisfying as destroying the Spence bitch as it was… I need an adversary that is actually up to my caliber.”
“I’m glad you think so, too,” a new voice calls out from behind them.
They both turn around to match the owner of the infamously villainous voice to none other than Georgina Sparks herself.
“Hi you guys. Did you miss me?” Georgina taunts with false camaraderie.
“If one can miss an ulcer,” Blair bites out.
“Cancer might be a better word,” Chuck chips in.
Georgina maintains her sunny façade amidst the snide remarks.
“I heard someone else became a casualty in one of your twisted games of foreplay. Swiss boarding school… I wonder if it’s the same one I went to, if so I should recommend her to not miss out on morning mass, morning meals afterwards are surprisingly good. Particularly the organic oatmeal with blackberry and brown sugar.”
“You must really like the sound of your own voice, the way you’re going on rambling like this,” Blair jibes.
“Shouldn’t you be in boot camp?” Chuck drawls.
“Yes, go make use of those military training and march right on out the door.”
“Oh, Blair. I’m on leave for good behavior.”
“Good behavior… not something I would ever think to associate with you,” Blair replies with a mockingly skeptical look.
“Think whatever you want. The point is… I’m back. Consider this as the gauntlet being thrown down, Blair. Your days as the crazy bitch around here are soon ending. It’s the dawn of a new reign. And this time you’re not going to get rid of me so easily.”
The devil herself puts on her sunglasses with a sneer.
“I’ll see you guys around,” she promises.
Georgina picks up her bag from its place on the bench and saunters away as Blair and Chuck watches.
Irksome as Whoregina may be, Chuck can’t help but feel a bit excited about the possibility of someone worthy of their skill and savoir-faire in deceit and manipulation. Nothing gets Blair more worked up than a good take-down.
“So… who are we destroying this week?” he asks with an impish grin.
“Do you even need to ask?”
“Sparks won’t know what hit her.”
He has a mischievous glint in his eye that she recognizes. She’s sure she has a matching devious twinkle in her own. Collusion has always been their forte.
As she goes on to list off malicious strategies and tactics they should partake against the she-devil, rivaling the expertise of a well seasons totalitarian military dictator, he can’t help but realize how much he had missed her too.
“I adore you.”
It’s three words, one letter too long. They’re getting closer to the right combination. If it were a game, he had strategically made it so that next time, when they get the combination right, it’ll be her turn and she’ll have to say those infamous three words, eight letters first. But it’s not a game and he’s not sure if he can keep those words to himself any longer.
“Enough of the sweet talk, Bass. We have business to attend to,” she chides, but not able to hide the rosy blush blossoming in her cheeks. He has the urge to place a kiss on the apples of those flushed cheeks.
“I love you” lies on the tip of his tongue. He’ll save it for when they wipe that cheeky smirk off of Sparks’s insufferable face.
FIN?
A/N: This isn’t exactly what I planned on if I was going to continue this story, but I was re-watching the Season One finale and so I got inspired. Everyone loves some Georgina Sparks don’t they? Again… the fic could end with this chapter or continue… I just don’t know which yet. >_< This fic is sort of a spontaneous work in limbo for me in which sometimes my internal muse starts clicking away with ideas and other times my brain is fizzled.
Author: fading_tales
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any characters, they belong to the CW and Cecily von Ziegesar.
Rating: PG-13 ~ T
Summary: What do you have when you get Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf lurking around in a dark alley way? Trouble. Takes place after 2x08, AU.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
The next week is the Constance Billard versus Spence Academy volleyball game. Blair is satisfied to notice that a certain captain is absent. Indefinitely, she heard. Poor little Sarah’s parents has thought it might be in their daughter’s best interest to be shipped to a Swiss boarding school for girls. After their first shocking discovery about their innocent little lamb’s promiscuity, they also found an envelope in their mailbox containing scans of surveillance photos that incriminate Sarah with some drug dealing and using. Blair hadn’t wanted some good intel work go to waste.
She watches the game as Constance owns the other team, smile permanently playing on her lips. A sense of superiority and all things right with the world blossoms in her chest.
“You seem to be enjoying the game.”
She looks up to find Chuck Bass unprecedentedly present in gym class. He’s not at all dressed for it by the looks of him and his Armani pants. But he’s here. And that’s all that matters.
“I hope this means you’re considering my suggestion about you and a certain volleyball team uniform. Particularly the shorts. Maybe I could even help you put it on… or take it off…” his voice trails into that seductive low tone of his that makes her skin tingle and her nether regions grow hot.
“Sorry, Bass. I think I’m done with this whole volleyball business. As satisfying as destroying the Spence bitch as it was… I need an adversary that is actually up to my caliber.”
“I’m glad you think so, too,” a new voice calls out from behind them.
They both turn around to match the owner of the infamously villainous voice to none other than Georgina Sparks herself.
“Hi you guys. Did you miss me?” Georgina taunts with false camaraderie.
“If one can miss an ulcer,” Blair bites out.
“Cancer might be a better word,” Chuck chips in.
Georgina maintains her sunny façade amidst the snide remarks.
“I heard someone else became a casualty in one of your twisted games of foreplay. Swiss boarding school… I wonder if it’s the same one I went to, if so I should recommend her to not miss out on morning mass, morning meals afterwards are surprisingly good. Particularly the organic oatmeal with blackberry and brown sugar.”
“You must really like the sound of your own voice, the way you’re going on rambling like this,” Blair jibes.
“Shouldn’t you be in boot camp?” Chuck drawls.
“Yes, go make use of those military training and march right on out the door.”
“Oh, Blair. I’m on leave for good behavior.”
“Good behavior… not something I would ever think to associate with you,” Blair replies with a mockingly skeptical look.
“Think whatever you want. The point is… I’m back. Consider this as the gauntlet being thrown down, Blair. Your days as the crazy bitch around here are soon ending. It’s the dawn of a new reign. And this time you’re not going to get rid of me so easily.”
The devil herself puts on her sunglasses with a sneer.
“I’ll see you guys around,” she promises.
Georgina picks up her bag from its place on the bench and saunters away as Blair and Chuck watches.
Irksome as Whoregina may be, Chuck can’t help but feel a bit excited about the possibility of someone worthy of their skill and savoir-faire in deceit and manipulation. Nothing gets Blair more worked up than a good take-down.
“So… who are we destroying this week?” he asks with an impish grin.
“Do you even need to ask?”
“Sparks won’t know what hit her.”
He has a mischievous glint in his eye that she recognizes. She’s sure she has a matching devious twinkle in her own. Collusion has always been their forte.
As she goes on to list off malicious strategies and tactics they should partake against the she-devil, rivaling the expertise of a well seasons totalitarian military dictator, he can’t help but realize how much he had missed her too.
“I adore you.”
It’s three words, one letter too long. They’re getting closer to the right combination. If it were a game, he had strategically made it so that next time, when they get the combination right, it’ll be her turn and she’ll have to say those infamous three words, eight letters first. But it’s not a game and he’s not sure if he can keep those words to himself any longer.
“Enough of the sweet talk, Bass. We have business to attend to,” she chides, but not able to hide the rosy blush blossoming in her cheeks. He has the urge to place a kiss on the apples of those flushed cheeks.
“I love you” lies on the tip of his tongue. He’ll save it for when they wipe that cheeky smirk off of Sparks’s insufferable face.
FIN?
A/N: This isn’t exactly what I planned on if I was going to continue this story, but I was re-watching the Season One finale and so I got inspired. Everyone loves some Georgina Sparks don’t they? Again… the fic could end with this chapter or continue… I just don’t know which yet. >_< This fic is sort of a spontaneous work in limbo for me in which sometimes my internal muse starts clicking away with ideas and other times my brain is fizzled.