Dressing Room Etiquette (4/?)
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Title: Dressing Room Etiquette
Pairing; Characters: Chuck/Blair; Chuck, Blair
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Shopping is fun when your girlfriend is Blair Waldorf who drags you into a store and leaves you in a private room with no explanations until she walks out with just lingerie on.
Disclaimer: Gossip Girl isn't mine
So I'm finally posting the next installment of the Etiquette Guide. I've been writing this in bits and pieces for awhile now and I'm so glad that it's finally done. And now I bring you maleria_withav's suggestion of dressing room etiquette.
They’re walking down the sidewalk, holding hands, on a shopping expedition. She smirks to herself as she envisions what she's about to do. It's a kind of reward for him (and for her) for spending half the day shopping. He's being surprisingly good and he hasn't complained about the amount of clothes she tried on or the amount of time she spent debating with herself about the color that looked best on her. Of course she doesn't make him carry her bags or fetch clothing or anything ridiculous like that. He's her boyfriend, not her servant or sales assistant.
She ducks into a lingerie store that carries all the newest designer underwear. She leads him to the back of the store and a sales assistant quickly unlocks one of the special VIP rooms for her. Chuck follows her into the room and she motions for him to sit on the couch that's provided. He sits down and she slides her purse off of her shoulder and onto the empty space next to him.
She quickly walks back out of the room and closes the door before he can utter a single word.
At once a sales assistant is next to her asking, "Is there anything I can help you with Miss Waldorf? We have a few new pieces that have just arrived and I can bring them out for you."
Blair shakes her head, "No, I'll be fine on my own for today."
"Okay," the sales assistant says, "Just let me know if I can get you anything at all."
She nods and the sales assistant scampers away. She roams through the store, glad to be doing this part by herself because her stomach's in knots over what she's about to do. She picks out a few different items then hurries back to the room where she sees Chuck is still in the same position as he was when she left. She walks into the actual changing room and pulls the curtain closed so he can't see in as she's changing.
She puts on a creamy pink La Perla bra and pulls the matching panties on over her own nude-colored ones.
She opens the curtain steps out to where Chuck is sitting. She stands in front of him and leans down so her mouth is next to his ear. "Where would we be when you’d take this off of me?”
She stands back up and smirks at him, whose mouth is trying to restrain from opening in shock.
Blair takes a few steps away from him so he can see her again, turns back, and asks, “Well?”
“We’d be…in a bed?” he half-asks, not really sure what Blair wants to hear from him.
She walks back to him and traces his jaw line with her fingertips. “You’re going to have to do better than that, Bass.”
He glances around to make sure that there’s no possible way for anyone to see or hear him, to witness this
incredulous scene. “We’d be in my room in the Van der Bass penthouse.”
“More descriptive,” she smiles.
“Lily and Bart would be two rooms over entertaining some high-profile guests and Eric would playing video games in his room…” he wonders for a second what Serena would be doing, not sure of how far he can push Blair but decides to go for it since she initiated this game. “Serena would be in her bathroom,” he grabs her hip and pulls her closer to him, “pleasuring herself to the sounds of your muffled screams in my bedroom, her ear pressed up to the wall separating us from her, while the guests wonder who’s getting mugged on the street.”
“I like it,” she whispers and kisses him before she walks back into the dressing room.
She takes the La Perla set off and replaces it with a red and black lace set. She opens the curtain again and steps out.
She walks to him and sits down on his lap and wraps her arms around his neck and he quickly wraps his around her waist so she can’t go anywhere. “What about this?” she asks him. Her mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking, biting and kissing.
“We’d be on a date at the Met, making our way through the exhibits. We’d get a fifth of the way through the museum before we’d sneak into one of the unused rooms that are stuck everywhere. The walls would be shaking and one of the paintings on the other side would fall off.”
“Really?” Blair asks with a raised eyebrow. “Promise?”
Chuck smirks at her. “Of course. Then someone would find us and we’d have to convince them that we got lost and you tripped and simply fell against the wall.”
Blair rises and returns to the dressing room. She starts to smile at the thought of them having sex in the Met. She replaces the red and black lace set for a white bra with black butterflies and tulle along with the matching panties.
Chuck smirks when she’s close enough that he can see the pattern of butterflies on her bra.
“And this one?” She climbs onto the sofa and straddles him, her hands on either side of his face.
“Mmm,” he murmurs and kisses her collarbone. “School.”
“We’ve done that already, remember?” she says and runs her fingers through his hair.
“No, we’d skip school one day and go see a matinee show.”
“Which one?”
“Any one…everyone, a different one each Wednesday,” he tells her. “We’d have our own private box and would demand to be left alone throughout the whole show. We’d make out through the first act like this” and brings her head towards his with his hand until their lips meet, devouring each other. He breaks off the kiss and continues, “Throughout intermission like this” and he unhooks the bra and kneads her breast with his hand. “And by the second act we’d be doing much more.” His fingers trace the outline of her body from her breast down to her thigh. “Of course we’d have to stay for the later show because we missed it the first time around.”
“And would we pay attention the second time?” she asks.
“Maybe,” he smirks.
She stands up and takes the unhooked bra off and walks back to the dressing room topless. She quickly takes off the panties and puts on a dark blue corset and matching panties. She steps into her silver stilettos and can’t help but look at her reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, Blair steps out and walks towards him slowly. She stops when her legs are almost touching his. She spins around slowly and asks “What about this one?”
He stands up abruptly and pulls her flush against him and she can feel his arousal pressing against her.
“Right here, right now,” he whispers in her ear. He kisses the side of her neck and she grabs his shirt so she doesn’t fall over.
He lowers his kisses and she pushes him away gently, “Let’s get out of here.” She runs back to the dressing room in her heels and peels off the corset and panties and puts her own bra back on. She hastily puts her clothing on, but doesn’t bother fixing or smoothing out her clothing because she knows it won’t be on for long.
She grabs the undergarments and walks out of the changing room and crosses the room and Chuck follows her. She leaves the VIP room and heads for the register.
“You’re buying them?” Chuck asks her in a low voice so no one else can hear.
She stops and turns to him, “Of course, I have to live out all those different scenes.” She starts walking and places her items on the sales desk.
“Will this be everything, Miss Waldorf?” the sales clerk asks with a smile.
“Yes,” Blair answers with the whip of her credit card being unleashed from its spot in her wallet.
The sales lady starts to fold all the items and brings out the tissue paper that they wrap it in, wasting too much of Blair and Chuck’s time.
“Could you just throw it in a bag? Here,” Blair says and hands over her credit card. “I’m in a rush.”
“Of course, Miss,” she replies and puts the undergarments into a bag without the tissue paper and swipes Blair’s credit card. She hands over the receipt, a pen, and her credit card. Blair signs the receipt quickly. She grabs her bag and credit card and leaves before the sales lady can even say ‘have a nice day’ with Chuck hot on her heels.
Chuck’s limo is waiting outside for them and they quickly climb inside.
“Keep driving until we say,” Chuck tells the driver and raises the glass that separates the two compartments.
If there's a certain theme/place/etiquette you'd like to see, please let me know because I love suggestions and ideas. And thanks again to maleria_withav for this chapter's inspiration.
Also, I know I posted the last chapter (and some other stuff) at confetti_clouds but I won't be posting there anymore and I'm just going to keep this community that I originally had. So if you'd like to stay posted on all my fandom-related projects (including fanfiction) feel free to watch or join the community.
And of course, feedback is always appreciated.
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Title: Dressing Room Etiquette
Pairing; Characters: Chuck/Blair; Chuck, Blair
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Shopping is fun when your girlfriend is Blair Waldorf who drags you into a store and leaves you in a private room with no explanations until she walks out with just lingerie on.
Disclaimer: Gossip Girl isn't mine
So I'm finally posting the next installment of the Etiquette Guide. I've been writing this in bits and pieces for awhile now and I'm so glad that it's finally done. And now I bring you maleria_withav's suggestion of dressing room etiquette.
They’re walking down the sidewalk, holding hands, on a shopping expedition. She smirks to herself as she envisions what she's about to do. It's a kind of reward for him (and for her) for spending half the day shopping. He's being surprisingly good and he hasn't complained about the amount of clothes she tried on or the amount of time she spent debating with herself about the color that looked best on her. Of course she doesn't make him carry her bags or fetch clothing or anything ridiculous like that. He's her boyfriend, not her servant or sales assistant.
She ducks into a lingerie store that carries all the newest designer underwear. She leads him to the back of the store and a sales assistant quickly unlocks one of the special VIP rooms for her. Chuck follows her into the room and she motions for him to sit on the couch that's provided. He sits down and she slides her purse off of her shoulder and onto the empty space next to him.
She quickly walks back out of the room and closes the door before he can utter a single word.
At once a sales assistant is next to her asking, "Is there anything I can help you with Miss Waldorf? We have a few new pieces that have just arrived and I can bring them out for you."
Blair shakes her head, "No, I'll be fine on my own for today."
"Okay," the sales assistant says, "Just let me know if I can get you anything at all."
She nods and the sales assistant scampers away. She roams through the store, glad to be doing this part by herself because her stomach's in knots over what she's about to do. She picks out a few different items then hurries back to the room where she sees Chuck is still in the same position as he was when she left. She walks into the actual changing room and pulls the curtain closed so he can't see in as she's changing.
She puts on a creamy pink La Perla bra and pulls the matching panties on over her own nude-colored ones.
She opens the curtain steps out to where Chuck is sitting. She stands in front of him and leans down so her mouth is next to his ear. "Where would we be when you’d take this off of me?”
She stands back up and smirks at him, whose mouth is trying to restrain from opening in shock.
Blair takes a few steps away from him so he can see her again, turns back, and asks, “Well?”
“We’d be…in a bed?” he half-asks, not really sure what Blair wants to hear from him.
She walks back to him and traces his jaw line with her fingertips. “You’re going to have to do better than that, Bass.”
He glances around to make sure that there’s no possible way for anyone to see or hear him, to witness this
incredulous scene. “We’d be in my room in the Van der Bass penthouse.”
“More descriptive,” she smiles.
“Lily and Bart would be two rooms over entertaining some high-profile guests and Eric would playing video games in his room…” he wonders for a second what Serena would be doing, not sure of how far he can push Blair but decides to go for it since she initiated this game. “Serena would be in her bathroom,” he grabs her hip and pulls her closer to him, “pleasuring herself to the sounds of your muffled screams in my bedroom, her ear pressed up to the wall separating us from her, while the guests wonder who’s getting mugged on the street.”
“I like it,” she whispers and kisses him before she walks back into the dressing room.
She takes the La Perla set off and replaces it with a red and black lace set. She opens the curtain again and steps out.
She walks to him and sits down on his lap and wraps her arms around his neck and he quickly wraps his around her waist so she can’t go anywhere. “What about this?” she asks him. Her mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking, biting and kissing.
“We’d be on a date at the Met, making our way through the exhibits. We’d get a fifth of the way through the museum before we’d sneak into one of the unused rooms that are stuck everywhere. The walls would be shaking and one of the paintings on the other side would fall off.”
“Really?” Blair asks with a raised eyebrow. “Promise?”
Chuck smirks at her. “Of course. Then someone would find us and we’d have to convince them that we got lost and you tripped and simply fell against the wall.”
Blair rises and returns to the dressing room. She starts to smile at the thought of them having sex in the Met. She replaces the red and black lace set for a white bra with black butterflies and tulle along with the matching panties.
Chuck smirks when she’s close enough that he can see the pattern of butterflies on her bra.
“And this one?” She climbs onto the sofa and straddles him, her hands on either side of his face.
“Mmm,” he murmurs and kisses her collarbone. “School.”
“We’ve done that already, remember?” she says and runs her fingers through his hair.
“No, we’d skip school one day and go see a matinee show.”
“Which one?”
“Any one…everyone, a different one each Wednesday,” he tells her. “We’d have our own private box and would demand to be left alone throughout the whole show. We’d make out through the first act like this” and brings her head towards his with his hand until their lips meet, devouring each other. He breaks off the kiss and continues, “Throughout intermission like this” and he unhooks the bra and kneads her breast with his hand. “And by the second act we’d be doing much more.” His fingers trace the outline of her body from her breast down to her thigh. “Of course we’d have to stay for the later show because we missed it the first time around.”
“And would we pay attention the second time?” she asks.
“Maybe,” he smirks.
She stands up and takes the unhooked bra off and walks back to the dressing room topless. She quickly takes off the panties and puts on a dark blue corset and matching panties. She steps into her silver stilettos and can’t help but look at her reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, Blair steps out and walks towards him slowly. She stops when her legs are almost touching his. She spins around slowly and asks “What about this one?”
He stands up abruptly and pulls her flush against him and she can feel his arousal pressing against her.
“Right here, right now,” he whispers in her ear. He kisses the side of her neck and she grabs his shirt so she doesn’t fall over.
He lowers his kisses and she pushes him away gently, “Let’s get out of here.” She runs back to the dressing room in her heels and peels off the corset and panties and puts her own bra back on. She hastily puts her clothing on, but doesn’t bother fixing or smoothing out her clothing because she knows it won’t be on for long.
She grabs the undergarments and walks out of the changing room and crosses the room and Chuck follows her. She leaves the VIP room and heads for the register.
“You’re buying them?” Chuck asks her in a low voice so no one else can hear.
She stops and turns to him, “Of course, I have to live out all those different scenes.” She starts walking and places her items on the sales desk.
“Will this be everything, Miss Waldorf?” the sales clerk asks with a smile.
“Yes,” Blair answers with the whip of her credit card being unleashed from its spot in her wallet.
The sales lady starts to fold all the items and brings out the tissue paper that they wrap it in, wasting too much of Blair and Chuck’s time.
“Could you just throw it in a bag? Here,” Blair says and hands over her credit card. “I’m in a rush.”
“Of course, Miss,” she replies and puts the undergarments into a bag without the tissue paper and swipes Blair’s credit card. She hands over the receipt, a pen, and her credit card. Blair signs the receipt quickly. She grabs her bag and credit card and leaves before the sales lady can even say ‘have a nice day’ with Chuck hot on her heels.
Chuck’s limo is waiting outside for them and they quickly climb inside.
“Keep driving until we say,” Chuck tells the driver and raises the glass that separates the two compartments.
If there's a certain theme/place/etiquette you'd like to see, please let me know because I love suggestions and ideas. And thanks again to maleria_withav for this chapter's inspiration.
Also, I know I posted the last chapter (and some other stuff) at confetti_clouds but I won't be posting there anymore and I'm just going to keep this community that I originally had. So if you'd like to stay posted on all my fandom-related projects (including fanfiction) feel free to watch or join the community.
And of course, feedback is always appreciated.
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