A/N- Hello my dear readers! I tallied the votes and ta da! Paris epilogue- this story started in a hotel room, and I figured it should end there too! Woo! Hope you all enjoy- thanks so much for reading all the way to the end! I really appreciate all of your reviews and feedback. If you want more Blair/Chuck fanfic from me, I just started a new B/C future fic called "Because She's Cordelia Bass." I'd love if you checked it out! Thanks for everything- please do enjoy!
The Lost Weekend
"So are you having a good birthday?" Chuck said with a small smile, practically having to drag Blair out of the car and towards the Hotel de Crillon.
"Are you kidding? This place is gorgeous!" She smiled, walking a little unsteadily into the entrance as she held onto Chuck's arm.
They had just finished seeing the original Moulin Rouge cabaret show in the Montmartre district of Paris, and then the manager had wanted to meet Chuck and talk about Bass Industries' expansion into vintage entertainment, and then the dancers wanted to meet them, and then they all went out for drinks, and—needless to say, it was now three in the morning and Blair Waldorf was very, very drunk.
"This hotel was originally a palace built in 1758." Chuck told her, trying not to laugh at Blair's attempt to look very sober as they walked through the lobby.
Blair nodded, hitting the button for the elevator "Wow," The elevator door opened, "Well then, after you, your majesty." She giggled, bowing and motioning for him to enter.
"Oh, I like that." Chuck grinned, pulling her in front of him and making her get into the elevator.
She turned around and put her arms around his neck, backing him into the mirrored wall as the doors closed, "You know what I like?"
"Copious amounts of alcohol?"
"The way you were speaking French all night—that was so hot." She said, kissing him.
Chuck broke away from her as the moment grew more heated. "Blair. This is a classy place. We can't just go at it in an elevator."
She dropped her arms, blushing. "S-Sorry."
Chuck rolled his eyes. "Babe, I'm kidding. Do you not know me at all? Elevators made out of mirrors are practically designed for sex."
"You sound like you're speaking from experience."
"Come on…" He leaned closer to her.
She stopped him. "Oh, no. I don't want to embarrass you in your 'classy place.'"
Chuck smiled, speaking into her ear. "So you're telling me that hanging out with half-naked dancers all night didn't get you at all turned on?"
Blair smiled, nodding slowly. "Nope."
"Me neither." He said, his hand moving up her leg.
Just as they were about to kiss, the door dinged and opened onto their floor. Blair looked over at the open door, annoyed.
"Don't look so sad—we've got the best suite in the place." Chuck said, pulling a room key out of his pocket.
"It's you and me. I don't care if we just stay right here the whole night." She smiled.
"Come on." He grabbed her hand, leading her out into the hallway.
"My feet hurt." She whined, following behind him.
"Then take off your dress." Chuck grinned, reaching their room and sliding the key into the slot.
Blair stumbled into the room behind him, looking around at the panoramic view of Paris with a suitably impressed expression. "You were right. Fit for royalty."
"Do you feel suitably celebrated?"
"Not yet." Blair tried to seductively walk towards him but tripped over their luggage.
Chuck caught her, laughing. "Are you okay?"
"I'm totally fine!" She rolled her eyes unconvincingly, "I just think those absinthe shots made me a little bit tipsy."
"Do you need to lie down?"
"Yes, please." She smiled, unzipping the side of her dress and letting it drop to the floor around her ankles.
Chuck looked her up and down, letting out a deep breath.
"You are one kinky girl, Waldorf."
"Thank you. Good luck getting me out of this." Blair smiled, indicating the many straps and ties of the black S&M inspired get-up.
"I know." Blair replied, "My feet really do hurt."
"Fine." Chuck picked her up, carrying her over to the huge bed in the middle of the room. He gently lay her down, undoing the laces of her corset and slipping her Christian Louboutin heels off her feet. "Better?"
"The best." She smiled, kissing him.
Blair looked up at the ceiling, sighing contently. She felt like she was in some awesome old black and white movie. She had just made love to her tortured reformed playboy in a literal palace in Paris after seeing the best cabaret show in the world. Usually Blair liked to create really elaborate fantasies in which she was the main player, but right now, there was really no need. She would totally watch the movie of her actual life right now.
Blair didn't smoke, but all of a sudden she really wanted a cigarette. If this really was an old movie, Chuck would put two cigarettes between his lips, light them both and pass her one while they traded witty banter heavily laden with double entendres while never outright acknowledging the mind-blowing sex of moments before.
She looked over at Chuck. He was staring at the ceiling too, but didn't look quite as blissed out as Blair. What was he thinking about? She still had no idea how she was in bed, even after all the times they had been together. Chuck never commented at all on how she was, and it kind of drove her crazy. He always seemd to…enjoy himself, but she never knew for sure.
He didn't respond for a moment, but finally looked over at her. "What is it?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Why are you with me?" He asked, his voice sounding a little strained.
Blair blinked, surprised. "What?"
"Why are you with me?" He repeated more slowly.
She smiled teasingly, "Because you're Chuck Bass."
He didn't smile back. "Blair, I'm serious. Every single person who hears that we're together thinks you're too good for me. There has to be a reason for that."
Blair sighed. "Chuck--"
"I just—being with you is…incredible," Chuck interrupted, and Blair tried not to look a little proud. Finally! "But every time it's over, I think it's going to be the time that you realize what a mistake this is and go back to the life you should have."
"This is the life I want," She said, privately thinking she was a little too drunk for this serious of a conversation, but he looked so upset that she had to at least try, "I am so incredibly lucky to be with you."
He made a self-effacing noise, as if he didn't believe her.
"I'm serious," She turned his face to her, "You changed everything for me. Before that night at Victrola, I knew exactly how my life was going to play out. I was going to be with Nate forever, even though I wasn't really in love with him and he hadn't been in love with me for a long time. I was eventually going to turn into the sad little UES Stepford wife. And I would have been absolutely miserable. You woke me up. I was with Nate because I thought I was supposed to be. I'm with you because I want to be. I want to be with you more than anything in this world, and people who can't understand that don't matter and don't know you. I know everything about you, and I love you."
"Blair…" Chuck said, genuinely touched.
"And you know what? I feel sorry for people who don't know you. Their lives must be so dull." Blair grinned, kissing him.
He kissed her back, and seemed to believe her for once. She laid her head on his chest, and they looked out at the beautiful Paris night, the lights of the city still blazing.
"Good night, Blair." He said softly.
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