A/N: Okay, I am literally INSANE! Updating everyday this week? What the heck is wrong with me?! Lol. XD I know…you all don’t mind. Lol. The bad news…still no homework done…the good news? I HAVE A PLAN!!!! *gasp* I am DETERMINED to get through this week with all academic and fun hobbies completely satisfied! Lol. ;p Anyways, I AM in fact wrapping this story up, so it shouldn’t be too many più chapters….and as far as my other multi-chaptered CB stories: “Unable”, “Queen Bee for a Reason” and “Never Again: A Chuck & Blair Story”….I have put them on hold until I finish this story. After that, it will be up to you, my faithful reviewers, as to which I will devote the most time too. I have a sondaggio at the superiore, in alto of my profilo page, and if you’d all vote on there, that would help me OH SO MUCH, and would actually help me complete the stories sooner….because how else are we going to survive those 2 o 3 weeks without GG on television? ;p Now that all of THAT particular important information has been dished out, I will continue with ‘so what if I’m jealous’. =) Happy reading! Remember, I OWN NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And….please review. =)
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Ch.7—Strange Awakenings
Blair woke several hours later, strangely calm. But it was a good calm. A kind of tranquility she had not felt in a long time. Certainly never with Marcus and not with Nate either, if she could remember correctly. Because this kind of peace came with Chuck Bass’s strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist.
She smiled, not opening her eyes quite yet, afraid that if she did it would all be a dream. And she wouldn’t be able to bare that. Because not only had it been forever since she had sex, and sex with Chuck basso at that (basically the poster boy for amazing sex), but he had confessed to being in Amore with her.
She sighed happily, her eyes fluttering open when she felt those light farfalla kisses decorating the back of her neck. His hands had woken up too, because she knew she was not imagining those dizzy circles across her abdomen either. Her smile widened.
“Chuck?”
He moaned into her skin. And for all the struggles she had trying to make her realize it wouldn’t always be like this, in fact all the awful possibilities that could come from even beginning to talk about them, about their situation, it was no use. She could not wipe that smile off her face.
She turned around in his arms to face him, and noticed he was wearing that same lovesick smile across his face. Hers grew wider, if that was even possible. She snuggled into the crook of his neck as he pulled her closer and dragged the fallen blanket over the two of them.
He kissed the superiore, in alto of her head and sent his free arm deep into her hair, playing with every loose strand and wrapping them around his fingers momentarily, before moving on to the successivo bunch. She shivered under his touch, but the warmth encircling her caused that sweetly stained smile never to leave her face.
“I’m so happy, Chuck,” she muttered, falling back into her slumber.
And if he had even attempted to wipe that silly grin off his face, it was doomed to failure now. She had never told him that before. She had never been ‘so happy’ because of him. Maybe she looked it, maybe she had felt it, but she had never admitted to anyone, much less him.
“Aaaare,” she yawned, “are te happy,” she breathed steadily, “Chuck?”
He just stared at her, so completely overwhelmed with her beauty. Completely baffled that he was the cause of her happiness. His hand pushed away the hairs in her face to avvolgere around her ear. He leaned his head down baciare her nose and then leaving a heated peck on her visible right shoulder.
“You have no idea,” he whispered. But she was already asleep.
…………….
She twitched in her sleep. Her head shifted back and forth, clearly in the midst of a nightmare. Her hands grasped tightly at the pillow, then at the blankets, and the sheets next.
“Chuck…Blair….no, no, NO!!!” she moaned louder.
A hand placed itself over her own, and her eyes flew open. Her vision was cloudy for a few seconds, but then it cleared.
“D—Dan?” her eyebrows furrowed.
He looked over her facial features. She was sweating profusely. He moved his hand to cup her face and she closed her eyes in relief of something familiar.
“Shh,” he said, gently, “It’s ok. It’s just me,” he pushed a few curls out of her face.
She opened her eyes again, then sat up. Fast, too fast. “Ow,” she cursed.
“What happened to te last night?” he asked, concerned, moving away to give her room.
She paused, trying to remember.
“You were saying something about…Chuck and…Blair?” he looked at her skeptical and confused.
She sighed, horrified that it hadn’t all just been a nightmare. She brought a hand up to face and rubbed her forehead frustratingly.
“Please tell me te haven’t gotten involved with them,” he spoke cautiously.
She was silent.
“Vanessa,” his voice was threatening.
“No!” she turned to face him. “No, of course not,” she rubbed her shoulder in way of distraction, but he still looked at her with uncertainty. She wouldn’t look at him.
“So, do te normally have disturbing dreams about the Devil and his Queen?” he stood up, crossing his arms.
“His queen?” she asked, looking disapprovingly up at him.
He pursed his lips and nodded, eyes widening.
She scoffed, not knowing what to think of all this, and not willing to deal with Dan’s lame sense of humor this early in the morning
“What time is it?” she asked, ripping the blankets off of her in a hurry, the headache coming full force when she stood up and strode across the room, stumbling a little.
“Vanessa,” he called after her.
She didn’t listen though. She just patted down the superiore, in alto of her head, making sure no random curls were popping out anywhere. She was heading towards the door. She was going to get out of there.
“Vanessa, Vanessa wait!” he called, noticing she was heading for the exit of his bedroom door.
She just kept walking, opening the door in a flurry and about to flee the loft all together, when she…noticed something. She stopped dead in her tracks. There sitting at the cucina table, eating Rufus’ delectable cialde was Jenny….and Nate.
……………….
“Something te wanna tell me, Dan?” she asked sternly crossing her arms across her chest, after she had slammed the door shut again.
Nate and Jenny had looked up momentarily from their breakfast at the sound of a door slamming, but resumed to eating when the blonde made up some lame excuse for Dan being unable to decide if he wanted Cibo yet o not. Nate chuckled at the remark, and Jenny smiled at him for a moment before taking to the cialde again.
Dan laughed nervously behind closed doors, scratching his neck in the most awkward way possible. “I may have…possibly…invited…Nate to come live with us,” he cringed, waiting for her reaction. When he finally opened his eyes again to look at her, her arms had fallen to her sides and she was looking at him both with shock and confusion. Wait, and was that a bit of sympathy he saw in her eyes?
“Were te going to TELL me about this?” she sounded annoyed. “I mean, was there a decent reason te had to take him away from his…,” she paused, not knowing if Dan knew about the bad situation she had recently been confided in da Nate, “…home?” she asked.
“Yeah, he was in a really…really bad situation, V.”
Compassion filled those deep eyes of hers, begging him to tell her more.
“And I was going to tell you,” he looked away.
She nodded. “When? Before o after I stormed out of here?” she chuckled lamely at her ridiculous fury.
He laughed with her. “He just came in last night,” he said, placing two gentle hands on her crossed arms. “I wanted to make sure te were all right, before I made te aware of all the complications that have…recently…become a part of my daily life,” his voice lowered. Clearly he was not exactly ecstatic about the current changes, regardless if he knew they were the right thing to do o not.
She smiled at him. “Hey, it’s good…what you’re doing for him. And I’m sure you’ll tell me your reasons? And soon?”
He looked to her, and smiled at her prodding.
“Hey,” she said, changing the subject, “how did I get here exactly?” she smirked. “And did te find a phone with me?”
He looked at her a bit confused, and then gestured towards his letto where they could sit down. “Where do I begin?” he rubbed his head, trying to remember all the events of the precedente evening.
“At the beginning would be nice,” she said, “unless of course you’d like to draw me an outline, then of course te can begin wherever te want.”
He looked up at her and glared. “Oh, you’re funny,” he muttered, sarcasm dripping in intensity.
She smirked, enjoying the moment. She’d just have to remember to ask him about the phone later……so it wouldn’t seem too suspicious.
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Chuck opened his eyes and was instantly confused. There were piles of colorful fabrics, most likely sheets and blankets over him, and Blair was nowhere near that he could tell. Wait. If he was quiet he could hear her. There was something somewhat heavier though…even on superiore, in alto of the sheets and blankets, so it was hard to make out.
“Miss Blair…”
“Dorota….”
“But Miss Blair…”
“Dorota…no! Dorota, could….please….no……” o was that last word ‘go’? He couldn’t make it out. It was very hard to hear under such circumstances. And for his own sake, he decided it would be best to stay put.
Not più than five minuti later he felt several layers coming up and off of him. He pushed the hair out of his eyes and looked up to a shining Blair. She had put her nightgown back on.
“Morning Bass,” her eyes twinkled.
“Did te want to explain this, Waldorf?” he smirked at her.
“Oh right!” she exclaimed, grabbing his clothes from under her cuscino and chucking them at him.
“Hey!” he teased playfully, grabbing a hold of her arm and pulling her on superiore, in alto of him on the other side of her bed.
She giggled at the spontaneous movement, allowing him to baciare her plump and ready lips. “You have no idea how difficult is to sposta te in your sleep…” she made out in between kisses. “Especially,” she pushed away slightly, putting a finger to his lips, “especially when te absolutely REFUSE to let go of my waist.”
He smirked, pulling her arm around his neck, and baciare her again. She eagerly took to the new position and brought her other hand around to grasp his messy hair.
“What are te saying?” he asked, pulling away for less than a second.
Her eyes shone beautifully as she looked at him. “I’m saying it was difficult,” she smiled.
He kissed her again, and in the process she managed to pull the two of them up, wrapping her sheets around a naked Chuck.
“Oh now, I look like a greek goddess,” he declared, looking down at the outerwear she had tossed about him.
She tried to roll her eyes, but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Come on, Bass, we’re going to be late for school,” she pulled at his hand to drag him away.
He wouldn’t budge. She turned to look at him. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. She got Lost in the infamous tongue twister they played.
“Okay,” she moaned after another few minuti of the playfully heated kiss. “If Dorota sees te here, she’ll kick te out….greek goddess and all,” she traced her fingers along his jaw.
He smirked. “I better look my best then, huh?” he winked at her, before dropping the sheet and turning to put on the clothes he came in the night before.
Blair let her gaze linger on his naked form, but only long enough for him not to take notice. Because if he did, not only would they not get dressed, but school would be the absolute farthest thing on their minds.
“I know you’re watching me, Waldorf.”
Crap.
She could sense his smirk, and her eyes widened. Quickly she grabbed her uniform in a whirl, before heading to the bathroom. She paused at the door, leaving him with one snide comment. “You’re imagining things.”
He turned to watch her as she swung her hips slowly out of the room, and groaned. “Highly unlikely,” he muttered.
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A/N: Okay, I have to admit….I have opened a can of worms I cannot very likely close in a few extra chapters. I had only the CVB triangolo to deal with….but I have slightly opened NVJ, and I may not conclude that one in this story, but a part of me wants to. I was planning on having this story only about 10 chapters long, but I may continue it till 15, if I have to. What can I say? I just keep getting ideas! ;p
And yeah, there was not much progress with this chapter….really mostly fluff, at least for CB. But they had plenty of progress last chapter, so now it’s Vanessa’s turn for the dramatics. I hope te keep reading, and please PLEASE review! ;p The più reviews…the faster I update. ;p
And….please review. =)
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Ch.7—Strange Awakenings
Blair woke several hours later, strangely calm. But it was a good calm. A kind of tranquility she had not felt in a long time. Certainly never with Marcus and not with Nate either, if she could remember correctly. Because this kind of peace came with Chuck Bass’s strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist.
She smiled, not opening her eyes quite yet, afraid that if she did it would all be a dream. And she wouldn’t be able to bare that. Because not only had it been forever since she had sex, and sex with Chuck basso at that (basically the poster boy for amazing sex), but he had confessed to being in Amore with her.
She sighed happily, her eyes fluttering open when she felt those light farfalla kisses decorating the back of her neck. His hands had woken up too, because she knew she was not imagining those dizzy circles across her abdomen either. Her smile widened.
“Chuck?”
He moaned into her skin. And for all the struggles she had trying to make her realize it wouldn’t always be like this, in fact all the awful possibilities that could come from even beginning to talk about them, about their situation, it was no use. She could not wipe that smile off her face.
She turned around in his arms to face him, and noticed he was wearing that same lovesick smile across his face. Hers grew wider, if that was even possible. She snuggled into the crook of his neck as he pulled her closer and dragged the fallen blanket over the two of them.
He kissed the superiore, in alto of her head and sent his free arm deep into her hair, playing with every loose strand and wrapping them around his fingers momentarily, before moving on to the successivo bunch. She shivered under his touch, but the warmth encircling her caused that sweetly stained smile never to leave her face.
“I’m so happy, Chuck,” she muttered, falling back into her slumber.
And if he had even attempted to wipe that silly grin off his face, it was doomed to failure now. She had never told him that before. She had never been ‘so happy’ because of him. Maybe she looked it, maybe she had felt it, but she had never admitted to anyone, much less him.
“Aaaare,” she yawned, “are te happy,” she breathed steadily, “Chuck?”
He just stared at her, so completely overwhelmed with her beauty. Completely baffled that he was the cause of her happiness. His hand pushed away the hairs in her face to avvolgere around her ear. He leaned his head down baciare her nose and then leaving a heated peck on her visible right shoulder.
“You have no idea,” he whispered. But she was already asleep.
…………….
She twitched in her sleep. Her head shifted back and forth, clearly in the midst of a nightmare. Her hands grasped tightly at the pillow, then at the blankets, and the sheets next.
“Chuck…Blair….no, no, NO!!!” she moaned louder.
A hand placed itself over her own, and her eyes flew open. Her vision was cloudy for a few seconds, but then it cleared.
“D—Dan?” her eyebrows furrowed.
He looked over her facial features. She was sweating profusely. He moved his hand to cup her face and she closed her eyes in relief of something familiar.
“Shh,” he said, gently, “It’s ok. It’s just me,” he pushed a few curls out of her face.
She opened her eyes again, then sat up. Fast, too fast. “Ow,” she cursed.
“What happened to te last night?” he asked, concerned, moving away to give her room.
She paused, trying to remember.
“You were saying something about…Chuck and…Blair?” he looked at her skeptical and confused.
She sighed, horrified that it hadn’t all just been a nightmare. She brought a hand up to face and rubbed her forehead frustratingly.
“Please tell me te haven’t gotten involved with them,” he spoke cautiously.
She was silent.
“Vanessa,” his voice was threatening.
“No!” she turned to face him. “No, of course not,” she rubbed her shoulder in way of distraction, but he still looked at her with uncertainty. She wouldn’t look at him.
“So, do te normally have disturbing dreams about the Devil and his Queen?” he stood up, crossing his arms.
“His queen?” she asked, looking disapprovingly up at him.
He pursed his lips and nodded, eyes widening.
She scoffed, not knowing what to think of all this, and not willing to deal with Dan’s lame sense of humor this early in the morning
“What time is it?” she asked, ripping the blankets off of her in a hurry, the headache coming full force when she stood up and strode across the room, stumbling a little.
“Vanessa,” he called after her.
She didn’t listen though. She just patted down the superiore, in alto of her head, making sure no random curls were popping out anywhere. She was heading towards the door. She was going to get out of there.
“Vanessa, Vanessa wait!” he called, noticing she was heading for the exit of his bedroom door.
She just kept walking, opening the door in a flurry and about to flee the loft all together, when she…noticed something. She stopped dead in her tracks. There sitting at the cucina table, eating Rufus’ delectable cialde was Jenny….and Nate.
……………….
“Something te wanna tell me, Dan?” she asked sternly crossing her arms across her chest, after she had slammed the door shut again.
Nate and Jenny had looked up momentarily from their breakfast at the sound of a door slamming, but resumed to eating when the blonde made up some lame excuse for Dan being unable to decide if he wanted Cibo yet o not. Nate chuckled at the remark, and Jenny smiled at him for a moment before taking to the cialde again.
Dan laughed nervously behind closed doors, scratching his neck in the most awkward way possible. “I may have…possibly…invited…Nate to come live with us,” he cringed, waiting for her reaction. When he finally opened his eyes again to look at her, her arms had fallen to her sides and she was looking at him both with shock and confusion. Wait, and was that a bit of sympathy he saw in her eyes?
“Were te going to TELL me about this?” she sounded annoyed. “I mean, was there a decent reason te had to take him away from his…,” she paused, not knowing if Dan knew about the bad situation she had recently been confided in da Nate, “…home?” she asked.
“Yeah, he was in a really…really bad situation, V.”
Compassion filled those deep eyes of hers, begging him to tell her more.
“And I was going to tell you,” he looked away.
She nodded. “When? Before o after I stormed out of here?” she chuckled lamely at her ridiculous fury.
He laughed with her. “He just came in last night,” he said, placing two gentle hands on her crossed arms. “I wanted to make sure te were all right, before I made te aware of all the complications that have…recently…become a part of my daily life,” his voice lowered. Clearly he was not exactly ecstatic about the current changes, regardless if he knew they were the right thing to do o not.
She smiled at him. “Hey, it’s good…what you’re doing for him. And I’m sure you’ll tell me your reasons? And soon?”
He looked to her, and smiled at her prodding.
“Hey,” she said, changing the subject, “how did I get here exactly?” she smirked. “And did te find a phone with me?”
He looked at her a bit confused, and then gestured towards his letto where they could sit down. “Where do I begin?” he rubbed his head, trying to remember all the events of the precedente evening.
“At the beginning would be nice,” she said, “unless of course you’d like to draw me an outline, then of course te can begin wherever te want.”
He looked up at her and glared. “Oh, you’re funny,” he muttered, sarcasm dripping in intensity.
She smirked, enjoying the moment. She’d just have to remember to ask him about the phone later……so it wouldn’t seem too suspicious.
…….
Chuck opened his eyes and was instantly confused. There were piles of colorful fabrics, most likely sheets and blankets over him, and Blair was nowhere near that he could tell. Wait. If he was quiet he could hear her. There was something somewhat heavier though…even on superiore, in alto of the sheets and blankets, so it was hard to make out.
“Miss Blair…”
“Dorota….”
“But Miss Blair…”
“Dorota…no! Dorota, could….please….no……” o was that last word ‘go’? He couldn’t make it out. It was very hard to hear under such circumstances. And for his own sake, he decided it would be best to stay put.
Not più than five minuti later he felt several layers coming up and off of him. He pushed the hair out of his eyes and looked up to a shining Blair. She had put her nightgown back on.
“Morning Bass,” her eyes twinkled.
“Did te want to explain this, Waldorf?” he smirked at her.
“Oh right!” she exclaimed, grabbing his clothes from under her cuscino and chucking them at him.
“Hey!” he teased playfully, grabbing a hold of her arm and pulling her on superiore, in alto of him on the other side of her bed.
She giggled at the spontaneous movement, allowing him to baciare her plump and ready lips. “You have no idea how difficult is to sposta te in your sleep…” she made out in between kisses. “Especially,” she pushed away slightly, putting a finger to his lips, “especially when te absolutely REFUSE to let go of my waist.”
He smirked, pulling her arm around his neck, and baciare her again. She eagerly took to the new position and brought her other hand around to grasp his messy hair.
“What are te saying?” he asked, pulling away for less than a second.
Her eyes shone beautifully as she looked at him. “I’m saying it was difficult,” she smiled.
He kissed her again, and in the process she managed to pull the two of them up, wrapping her sheets around a naked Chuck.
“Oh now, I look like a greek goddess,” he declared, looking down at the outerwear she had tossed about him.
She tried to roll her eyes, but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Come on, Bass, we’re going to be late for school,” she pulled at his hand to drag him away.
He wouldn’t budge. She turned to look at him. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. She got Lost in the infamous tongue twister they played.
“Okay,” she moaned after another few minuti of the playfully heated kiss. “If Dorota sees te here, she’ll kick te out….greek goddess and all,” she traced her fingers along his jaw.
He smirked. “I better look my best then, huh?” he winked at her, before dropping the sheet and turning to put on the clothes he came in the night before.
Blair let her gaze linger on his naked form, but only long enough for him not to take notice. Because if he did, not only would they not get dressed, but school would be the absolute farthest thing on their minds.
“I know you’re watching me, Waldorf.”
Crap.
She could sense his smirk, and her eyes widened. Quickly she grabbed her uniform in a whirl, before heading to the bathroom. She paused at the door, leaving him with one snide comment. “You’re imagining things.”
He turned to watch her as she swung her hips slowly out of the room, and groaned. “Highly unlikely,” he muttered.
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A/N: Okay, I have to admit….I have opened a can of worms I cannot very likely close in a few extra chapters. I had only the CVB triangolo to deal with….but I have slightly opened NVJ, and I may not conclude that one in this story, but a part of me wants to. I was planning on having this story only about 10 chapters long, but I may continue it till 15, if I have to. What can I say? I just keep getting ideas! ;p
And yeah, there was not much progress with this chapter….really mostly fluff, at least for CB. But they had plenty of progress last chapter, so now it’s Vanessa’s turn for the dramatics. I hope te keep reading, and please PLEASE review! ;p The più reviews…the faster I update. ;p
