Chuck // A Lesson In Loathing
Title: A Lesson in Loathing
Author:
cheerhealer
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Characters: Blair/Chuck
Words: 404
Summary: Sure, Blair can be a tight-assed bitch sometimes... but sometimes, she can also be sort of surprising.
Author's Notes: My second attempt at Gossip Girl fanfiction. Trying to settle into these characters. It's harder than it looks! Comments are appreciated!
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He knew she could tell when he was staring at her, and made a point to do so during the assembly. The annoyed way that she pursed her lips was immensely gratifying, the little glares she kept shooting him sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. After all, every time she met his eyes it was just confirmation that she was looking, checking, watching.
At the front of the auditorium, the Headmaster was discussing their honor code at length. Chuck didn't listen, never listened - he was more interested in the subtle buzzing against his chest. Nate glanced at him when he slipped his hand into his jacket's hidden inner pocket, casually retrieving the buzzing phone. The message that he found waiting made him grin, which made Nate's brows lift curiously.
Stop that.
There was no telltale buzzing from across the aisle. Blair, apparently, had turned off her cell's vibration. Still, the subtle movement she made told him when she flicked it open to read what he'd written back.
Just wondering what color your panties are today.
The little brunette huffed visibly, half-turning to let him watch her dropping her phone into her bookbag. Once she'd turned back toward the front of the hall, she ended their game. No more backward glances, no more dark looks, no more text messages. Sometimes, Blair Waldorf was no fun at all.
By the time the assembly was over, Chuck was settling into a bit of a sulk, although he kept it hidden. What, suddenly she thought she was too good for him? It was fine to fuck in the back of his limo, but she couldn't be bothered to banter with him? Sometimes she could be such an annoying little bitch! Wrapped up in his brooding, he didn't notice the smaller female body slipping up alongside him until they were pressed together, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Pink," she breathed wickedly, and then she was gone. A second later he caught sight of her red headband, saw her laughing with Serena. She was cradling her history book in one arm, making some vague gesture with her other hand. Gorgeous as she was with clothing, Chuck mentally undressed her down to the pink lingerie he knew was beneath.
"You look pleased. Something good happen while I wasn't looking?" Nate was beside him again, straightening his tie and looking expectantly at his best friend.
"Of course. I'm Chuck Bass, right? C'mon, we're gonna be late."
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Fin.
Author:
cheerhealer
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Characters: Blair/Chuck
Words: 404
Summary: Sure, Blair can be a tight-assed bitch sometimes... but sometimes, she can also be sort of surprising.
Author's Notes: My second attempt at Gossip Girl fanfiction. Trying to settle into these characters. It's harder than it looks! Comments are appreciated!
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He knew she could tell when he was staring at her, and made a point to do so during the assembly. The annoyed way that she pursed her lips was immensely gratifying, the little glares she kept shooting him sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. After all, every time she met his eyes it was just confirmation that she was looking, checking, watching.
At the front of the auditorium, the Headmaster was discussing their honor code at length. Chuck didn't listen, never listened - he was more interested in the subtle buzzing against his chest. Nate glanced at him when he slipped his hand into his jacket's hidden inner pocket, casually retrieving the buzzing phone. The message that he found waiting made him grin, which made Nate's brows lift curiously.
Stop that.
There was no telltale buzzing from across the aisle. Blair, apparently, had turned off her cell's vibration. Still, the subtle movement she made told him when she flicked it open to read what he'd written back.
Just wondering what color your panties are today.
The little brunette huffed visibly, half-turning to let him watch her dropping her phone into her bookbag. Once she'd turned back toward the front of the hall, she ended their game. No more backward glances, no more dark looks, no more text messages. Sometimes, Blair Waldorf was no fun at all.
By the time the assembly was over, Chuck was settling into a bit of a sulk, although he kept it hidden. What, suddenly she thought she was too good for him? It was fine to fuck in the back of his limo, but she couldn't be bothered to banter with him? Sometimes she could be such an annoying little bitch! Wrapped up in his brooding, he didn't notice the smaller female body slipping up alongside him until they were pressed together, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Pink," she breathed wickedly, and then she was gone. A second later he caught sight of her red headband, saw her laughing with Serena. She was cradling her history book in one arm, making some vague gesture with her other hand. Gorgeous as she was with clothing, Chuck mentally undressed her down to the pink lingerie he knew was beneath.
"You look pleased. Something good happen while I wasn't looking?" Nate was beside him again, straightening his tie and looking expectantly at his best friend.
"Of course. I'm Chuck Bass, right? C'mon, we're gonna be late."
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Fin.